Dates for Us

Savannah

“Do you want cheese?”

I shake the bag, Percy snatching it from my hand before Damon can say yes or no.

“Percy,” I warn him one more time.

I have no idea why he is acting like this. He never behaves this way. Why would he be so rude for the date? He’s already third wheeling…not that I mind, I love my cousin.

It would be nice to let Damon eat me out.

~Lorttttt wouldn’t that be nice.~

“Naw, I’m good, Shortcake.”

He digs into his tacos, I grab my soda and take a seat beside him.

Percy brings all the add-ins over and takes a seat right in front of us. As soon as I take a bite out of my set of tacos, my cell phone rings.

Seeing that it’s Jagger, I hit accept and answer with my mouthful of food.

“Wha Haher?” I crunch and chew.

“Why do you sound like that? What’s going on? What are you doing?”

He goes on and on.

The third degree, pissing me off. None of them know how Damon acts around me so why they feel the need to check in and harass us I don’t know.

Swallowing my mouthful, I go again.

“Because I have Damon’s dick in my mouth. It tends to fill it up. Why does it matter?”

Damon laughs, choking on his food which hits his chest. Percy groans and says with an equally full mouth, “I E-ing.”

Which makes me form a smirk.

Jagger is the only one who doesn’t find it funny. He snaps off with some bullshit about my rules and how it’s not funny.

“What’s not funny is the fact I am being harassed in my own home with my family and friends. Is this my tax money hard at work?”

Jagger goes on, retelling me the rules that Uncle Jonah has laid out.

“Jagger. I know. I know the rules. No weapons in the house, no being alone, no taking him upstairs. I know. Stop calling. Stop having Dallas come knock and walk in like he is going to find us fucking. Stop. Calling. Me.”

I hang up and continue eating.

Percy gives me a worried look, Damon a proud one. I don’t like either for the reason I get them and decide to continue to eat.

“So, how was your night?” I ask Damon, rubbing shoulders with him.

His smirk gracing his lips, that bewilderment of how we are engaging in small talk is written across his face.

~I know gross, right?~

“Good. Except for my phone, it kept me up.”

My face turns red. I know he is referring to me and him going back and forth with our new tradition of song lyrics speaking for us.

“Maybe you should stop watching so much porn, then,” I tease. Taking a drink of my soda to hide my lame-ass grin.

“Maybe I should start making some.”

He looks at me from the corner of his eye.

“Hey? I’m right here. Could we not do this?”

Percy makes us look at him and get out of our little back and forth.

“Sorry, Piglet,” I offer, drinking more of my tea and letting the conversation die.

“So after we’re done eating, Percy is going to put his game away and we can watch a movie or we could go outside. In the backyard and play something. We have all kinds of games. We have cards too.”

I feel straight up awkward right now.

“I’m not playing card games with you ever again.”

He shakes his head, smirking about how I kicked their asses at poker and Uno.

“Van?” Percy asks from across the table.

“When I was at the bar, I played poker with Damon and his brothers. They obviously lost, and Damon was a sore loser.”

Damon kicks my ankle from under the table.

I laugh and punch his arm. We are being friends right now and it’s nice.

Percy nods with a growing smile on his face in understanding.

“I love my cousin, but she sucks to play anything with. She always wins.”

Percy talks to Damon nicely for the first time since he got here.

“Everything?” Damon looks at me.

“Yes. Everything. When she would come for the summers I loved having her on my team. Now it’s her against me and I hate it.”

He cleans his plate.

“Lucien thinks it’s a family trait, something in our blood. Linked to the last name,” I tell Percy then turn in my seat to Damon.

“As you can see it is not. I’m good at what I do because I’m a goddess, not because I’m a Madis.”

I take Percy’s plate, adding mine to the sink and washing it. I set it in the draining rack and turn to find Damon watching me. Like he is entranced by the act of washing dishes.

Percy is off in the living room on his phone.

“See something you like, Angel?”

I lean back, tossing my hand towel to the counter and crossing my arms.

Damon nods eagerly. The smirk on his face now turning into a wolfish smile that makes him look far too good.

His bullring catches a glare from under the light and his white T-shirt is laying like a glove on his chest. The tattoos peek out. Begging for me to pay them attention.

“Van?” Percy saves us.

He clears his throat to call us back into what we are supposed to do.

Be friends.

“Yes?” I turn to him, his phone laying on his shoulder, he looks nervous all of a sudden.

“Can I...talk to you?” He nods his head back to tell me to follow him.

“I shall be right back, my Angel.”

I follow after Percy into the living room, back by the stairs and front door.

“If I happen to maybe have someone come over, would that be okay?” His face is flushed and he generally looks worried.

“Is it a date, Percy?”

He nods.

“It’s a guy?”

He nods again.

I know he is now nervous about it because Damon’s here. That’s not okay. He should feel comfortable no matter what.

“Is your date out about it? You two could go upstairs. Damon and I will go to the backyard. Okay? I’ll handle him.”

Percy nods a shaking smile, but is happy with the arrangement.

I leave his side and get back into the kitchen.

“Let’s go, Angel.”

I walk past the kitchen and open the sliding glass door to the back porch.

“Problem?” He stands, eyebrow raised.

I wave him out and take a seat on the grass.

He stands on the porch, his left shoulder against the wooden frame with his arms at his chest. His dark eyes reflecting the tiny image of my body on the green grass.

“Percy is having a date over. They’re going upstairs for alone time.”

I shimmy my shoulders to shake my chest, Damon licks his lips at me.

“What are you doing to me, Savannah?”

His voice is deep, low, and promising.

Even with the heat of the summer sun baking down on us, goosebumps dance across my exposed arms and legs. A chill dances down my spine.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I can feel it. Like time stops, standing still and giving us this moment. Keeping us here.

Damon takes two strides to get to me. On his knees and covering my body with his in the broad daylight. The lush green grass against my back as he lays me down on top of it.

His black vest hanging off his muscular torso. The cool feel of his leather drapes my thighs from him crawling to my lips.

“Yes, you do.” His tongue is in my mouth before his lips find my own.

His chest against mine, his breathing like we are taking turns. His inhale is my exhale. His tongue like a sin in its own right.

My legs spread, inviting him closer to my core. The denim shorts are now the bane of my existence and the want to be friends is up in smoke.

~I want Damon so fucking bad.~

I know I shouldn’t.

I know this is a problem and I should fight the desire blossoming inside my vagina.

I know this isn’t what Uncle Jonah would want. I know Percy doesn’t either.

I turn my head, breaking our kiss and threading my hands into Damon’s black hair.

“Angel. Please.”

~Please don’t make me want you.~

~Please turn into an ugly pumpkin or something to keep me away from you.~

~I’m not going to be able to fight this forever.~

The groan he makes vibrates through me, against the pulse on my throat and makes me involuntarily moan and tug at the roots of his straight, inky locks that go to his jawline.

He grinds his swelling cock to my jean-clad core. His lips, the kiss he gives down my neck and along my shoulders, enough to make me want to sign my own life away to this demonic angel.

The feel of his hands palming my ass cheeks and lifting my hips off the ground to meet his thrusts with my own.

My hands move from his hair and work down his body, sandwiching them between us I tug at his belt. fighting his tight black pants, I reach my hand inside his boxer to feel his cock in my hands.

He shudders, his kiss breaking to suck in a rush of needed air at my touch.

“Van, baby, I want you so fucking bad.”

The heels of my feet dig in at the curve of his own ass. The grasp I hold around his hard cock tightens and I pump faster.

“Yes. Yes, please.” I lose control. All of it is gone.

To quote Damon’s own choice of lyrics: “I’ve lost control and I don’t want it back. I’ve been hijacked. It’s a fucking drag. Damn your kiss and the awful things you do.”

Hunching up he takes my shorts at the leg holes and rips them down.

I wear my clothes tightish, but it doesn’t ever matter when Damon wants them off, he always frees me up.

Out in the middle of the backyard, I lay under Damon Henley, his cock in my hand, my shorts getting kicked down.

Damon’s right hand cups over my pussy.

“You’re always so wet for me,” he hisses through clenched teeth and obvious restraint.

And I am. That’s the truth.

No sense in fighting it.

The hand that cups over my soft green boy shorts takes the middle section and strokes my lower lips, splitting my folds and pushing inside my entrance.

My mouth opening to form an O.

“My Angel.” I work him harder, the palm of my own hand to his puffed and swollen cock.

I slide my hand up and down, Damon matching my speed with the fingers he pumps into me.

“I can’t take it. Van, baby, I need to be inside you.”

My panties are gone. The feel of the grass on my bare flesh. My hand gone, resting on the tops of his shoulders, waiting.

Damon settles in even closer than before, his cock swipes down my drenched folds and aligns with my entrance.

Everything is gone but this feeling.

But of him and me in the backyard, on the grass. I want him. I want this.

The round tip of his cock pokes my channel, this one-second pause means nothing. I can’t form any more reasons to hold back.

I know I had some before but for the life of me, I can’t think of any.

Nothing matters but him and me.

Our frozen moment in time is still paused for us to live in it.

He pushes into me. The moaning gasp I let out mimics Damon’s. Only a few inches, but the stretch of my pussy to take him in is this delicious pain unlike anything ever.

“God fucking damn it, Savannah,” he mewls.

The feeling of him pushing more of his hard cock into me is indescribable.

My thighs shake around him, his chest to mine, molded like we were born for each other, made to fit together.

The burn of being stretched by my Angel is amazing, I can feel him sinking further and further into my ready pussy.

“You’re choking the fuck out of me, baby.”

I open my eyes to look at my hands, still on his shoulders.

“So fucking tight.” His face in my neck, his nose in my hair, keeping his blunt weight off me by the shift of his elbows at each side of my face.

“My Angel.”

I moan, letting the feeling of him take me over, the want of an orgasm is at the front lines and waiting for the battle to ensue.

Damon’s head tilts up, his lips on my jaw.

His eyes on mine, the reflection of one another lit up like a personal movie to broadcast in my hazels, in his midnight blues.

“My Angel.” I can’t hear the possessive tone but I know it’s there.

Looking at him, that’s all I see.

His lips part, a shaking breath and a twitch of a smile.

Then a shock of cold.

A scream from both of us in surprise.

“Break it up!”

Percy sprays us with the water hose.

Damon pulls out of me, tucking his dick back in his pants, covering me while trying to slip my shorts back on.

“Okay! Percy! Okay!”

I yell over the water hitting my face.

“I left you alone for not even fifteen minutes, Savannah!”

He turns the hose on Damon.

His white shirt now see-through.

“I’m sorry! Stop with the water!”

The spray comes back to me.

“Percy, I will kick your ass!” I scream, shoving my legs back into my shorts with Damon’s help.

“I’m doing this for you!”

Percy sprays us all over. I spit water from my mouth and feel it cover me.

“You need to chill out! Both of you!”

~Well, he isn’t wrong.~