Right Now

Savannah

His wide hand was right against my pussy, his nimble finger knuckle-deep, and I wanted more.

My hand over his jeans wasn’t enough.

“More.” My arm looped around his neck, my back to his chest, my eyes closed with the video playing of him pumping his hard cock inside me.

The black behind my eyes had gone away to be replaced with this Pornhub prime video that I couldn’t delete or back out of.

My history wouldn’t clear.

That I really wanted it to.

His middle finger pumped faster.

The slight ~tat~ sound of the flat underside of his palm against my clit became audible even over the music, the talking and noise Damon and I were making together.

The bustling of people around us.

This was ~so damn hot~.

I held on at his shoulders, my left arm looped around his neck, pushed on to the pads of my toes, and my knees bent at an outward angle.

I wanted so badly to hike my leg on the green table and lean farther back so Damon could give me more.

I was already shaking, but I couldn’t stop, his one finger was good. ~So so good.~

His breath was fast and steamy on my neck and ear.

He tried giving me a kiss a few times but between the panting, the moaning and sheer intensity of what we were doing, we could barely cope.

My right arm bent back behind me still—I wanted to feel him. I wanted his dick in my hand and I wanted to make him feel everything I was.

“I can feel your pussy dripping down my hand, Savannah.”

He kissed right behind my earlobe.

I gasped, I couldn’t keep doing this.

I needed this man, and I needed him right the hell now.

He exhaled a short airy breath right into my ear, the heat swirled and fanned me like he was adding wood to the growing wildfire between us.

We had all the major ingredients: I was in an absolute drought for nine months, only receiving a little sprinkle here and there over the past two weeks or so.

The land between my legs bare and ready to spark.

Damon being sexy as holy fuck, me being hot-headed, explosive, and let’s face it…

Ready for this man to burn me from the inside out.

I knew being friends with Damon was never really in the cards. I doubt I’ll ever be fixed enough to steadily hold on to him the way friends are meant to.

I’m barely together now, but I didn’t want to stop.

I haven’t laughed in months, and yet all I was doing lately was laughing.

Damon made me forget about it.

I laugh with him, at him, around him.

I’m starting to smile again.

I’m starting to forget I’m broken.

“Take me to your room, Angel, I’ll let you have a taste.”

I actually didn’t care if he would take me to the privacy of his room, at this moment in time he could pull these boxers down and lean me on the green poker table to have his midnight snack.

Damon pulled his finger out of my wet pussy, twisting cautiously to my side to look him in the eyes.

He popped it into his mouth, his plump lips wrapping around his wet fingers and sucking them in.

My own mouth parted, my eyelids hooded with lustful intent. He made this mhmm sound in delight.

I could feel how soaked my pussy was. Before Damon could pull his hand back, I had taken him by the bulge of his tented black jeans and moved us out of the main part of the bar floor.

I charged us down the hallway and down the steps that Damon helped with, into his bedroom and right to his bed.

If I wasn’t hurt, I would have jumped this man’s bones the second he closed that door.

I would have steered us to the bed and whipped his cock out, saddling up and riding him till Jesus came back.

But, sadly, I have a bum hip and ass cheek right now.

His hands tore on my shirt, sending it up and over my head like all I did was blink. My bra unclasped and on the floor like it was there when we came in.

Just like we talked about, how I fantasized it, his bare chest was against my back, his hands scooping up my breasts from under my arms.

His hands felt immaculate over my pebbled nipples, his mouth sucking up the flesh on my tender neck while he kneaded my tits like he was helping them grow.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

I hummed in response.

~I know!~

~That’s why I’m not riding you like I’m in the rodeo and you’re some bucking bronco!~

~We can make this work, though.~

I carefully took the boxers from around my stomach and moved them over the stitching and clean gauze to let them fall at my ankles in the wet heap they now were.

Damon’s chest shook, his breathing ragged and short. He may not want to hurt me, but he was fixing to understand, ~I want what I want and I want it now~.

“Don’t do this to me, baby.”

His hands seem to be under the control of my vagina, because that bitch was the one in charge and dolling out orders.

“I’m not doing anything…~yet~.”

I used his own words against him.

Even though it didn’t sound like a command, more of a plead, I still loved it.

Peeling his hands from me, I pull the blanket back and moved on the bed, my knees holding me up. I knew that I would pay for this in the morning—I didn’t care.

My left knee cost $20 thousand. If it couldn’t handle me cumming while stationed on it from time to time, then I don’t fucking want it.

Sitting at the top of the bed, my knees spread apart and my back in a dip, I could handle this.

One elbow resting against the wall, my other swiping at my drenched slit, I waited.

I wanted to yell, “Take off your goddamn pants and get over here,” but I thought that would be rude.

Instead, I let him watch me.

His dark eyes looking at my naked body, on his bed and playing with myself.

Damon ate me up, every inch, like he was starving and getting his fill of me.

I watched him back, my bottom lip tucked under my teeth.

He moved closer to the bed, his face flushed and this dark star gazing effect over him as if I was the midnight sky and I was ablaze with millions of bright white stars.

I was actually ablaze with the flames of lust, but tomato tomahto.

He kneeled down beside me, his chiseled chest pressed against the bed with him leaned across it and neck craned to see my pussy spread from my own fingers working my saturated folds.

This was the first time he’d seen it, saw all of me in the light of day.

“...Pink.”

He spoke in awe, dark, hooded eyes bathing in the image of my pussy.

“I’m imagining you.”

I looked at him below me, my speed increased and that skin slap sound was all too perfect to ring around his room.

“It’s you inside me now, Angel.”

I couldn’t close my eyes, I didn’t want to.

Even with this fantasy still going on in my filthy mind, looking at Damon—shirtless at that.

His patchy, tattooed chest on display for me to greedily soak up.

I could cry from the ~need~ of him.

He didn’t say anything else, but I could see the same desperation in his liquid pools of ink.

He moved closer, wedging on the bed and shifting between my thighs.

His warm tongue darted out, licking up and down the inner flesh of my thighs, following the stray trail of my pussy juices.

“Angel, I want you to take your cock out, I want you to use my wetness as your lotion, and jerk off to me.”

Damon’s eyes did that same thing from when I told him I wanted him to cum on me.

The bed bounced a little with him shoving his jeans down his legs and gently slipping back between my folds to take however much he needed.

We watched each other.

Him under me, face between my thighs with my first two fingers circling my enlarged, swollen clit.

His right hand sweeping down my spread out pussy to collect my gushing juices and fisting his hard cock.

“It’s me, Angel. Isn’t it?” I purred, my voice light and sensual.

I flexed my pussy muscles and watched his nostrils flare at the sight.

“Fuck yes.” His voice deeper.

What we were doing took added effect and weighed it down.

“How do I feel on your big, thick cock?”

I slowed my speech, rolling the words from my tongue to make him feel every letter.

He made a sound in his throat. I felt two of his fingers slide down my ass crack with this barely there touch.

“Tight. So tight. Wet and warm,” he bit out.

His jaw clenched.

The metal bullring hanging from his nose caught at the overhead light with a glimmer.

The long black strands of his straight, gelled hair flopped back and off his ears.

The round tip of his thumb rimmed my back hole, like he was hoping I would maybe want him there.

~If he only knew.~

“Harder, Angel. Please.”

The sound of his cock getting beat off was louder than the subtle sounds of my clit getting flicked.

That throaty growl of approval and everything picked up.

“Yes, just like that.”

Damon licked my thighs whenever a dribbling line of my raining juices would stray.

“I’m close.” My toes curled, Damon licked his lips and stared directly at my open pussy.

“Dam—Damon, oh fu-kg gah, I’m cumming!”

At the peak of my orgasm, Damon craned his neck, his tongue plunging into my channel with his lips on my lower set.

My level-five orgasm skyrocketed to death con one so fast I think I gave myself whiplash from the force of my head being tossed back in perfect, mind-altering bliss.

He sucked on my pussy like he was trying to extract every last drop of my orgasm from the very center of my core.

I felt like I was vibrating on his nose.

I moaned his name again, begging, saying please like I was asking for him to stop and keep going all in one.

I couldn’t catch my breath before I was cumming again.

My nerve endings on fire and ultra sensitive, I couldn’t move.

I didn’t want to.

“Three wasn’t enough? Let’s triple it.”

I didn’t register what he said—the word-processing orb of my brain was down for the time being and undergoing repairs.

I just made a sound like a child who’s still learning to speak.

An “ah-da-um.”

Which he repaid with another orgasm, his tongue in my entrance, his nose pressing at my clit.

Again, again, and again, he made me come.

Stopping to tell me the number before going right back in. A few times I knotted my hand in his hair to push myself off him, but he wouldn’t let me.

I had talked shit and now I was getting my payback.

“Six,” he so proudly announced, as if he thought my vagina isn’t keeping count.

I hummed in reply.

“Damon, dad needs you.”

Dane’s voice calls from behind his door.

“Busy.”

He yelled back from between my legs.

“I bet you are. I’ll keep Van busy while you go with dad.”

Damon’s growl made me come again like the pathetic mess he had turned me into.

I moaned, whimpering in pleasure-filled despair.

“Seven.”

I felt the smirk on his face.

“You know I know the code, right?”

Dane’s voice reminded us we were being interrupted.

“I’ll knock your teeth down your throat if you open my damn door. I’m coming.”

Damon kisses my clit and both sides of my thighs before scooting back.

“All of them?”

Damon picked me up and laid me down on my good side, my eyes already drooping.

I felt the cover being tucked over me and his kiss on my forehead, my cheek and my lips before I heard him ruffling around, putting clothes back on.

“Dream about me, Van. I’ll be back in a minute.”

~I’ll be here, my Angel.~