Damien (Slater Brothers #5)(56)

The night before came rushing back to me in seconds.

I smiled ridiculously wide as I shifted ever so slightly, and the arm hooked around me tightened. I bit down on my lower lip when a hand flexed around my left breast. I looked down and saw that Damien had put his hand up my pyjama top and grabbed himself a handful of my breast. I resisted the urge to laugh because it felt like such a male thing for him to do, even in his sleep.

He continued to snore, and I was so pleased to find that it wasn’t loud or distracting, but oddly relaxing to hear. I slowly turned to face him, his hand fell away from my breast, but remained around my waist. I swallowed when I realised I was naked from the waist down, and the reason made my stomach tighten. I recalled what Damien did to me the night before, and heat ran through me.

I had only ever had Damien’s mouth on me once before, but last night was the best of the two because I still felt satisfied from the release he quite literally sucked from me. I gnawed on my lower lip as I rested my head on my pillow and stared at his sleeping face. He was stunning, and I couldn’t believe we had spoken and come to the decision that we would date one another. I was still terrified things would end badly between us, but like I had said to Damien the night before, I was so fed up with letting my fear of getting hurt keep me from doing the things I wanted.

I wanted to be brave, just like Damien said I was … and I wanted that braveness to start with giving him a good morning wake-up call.

He was right when he said that small moment of intimacy between us last night would help bring my guard down because I no longer felt entirely apprehensive of Damien touching me in such a way. My body issues still lingered, but I believed Damien when he said he loved my body. I just had to get my mind on the same wavelength as him, so I could love it, too.

With my eyes on his face, I told myself I could do what I was about to do and that Damien would love it. That courage pushed me to lick my palm, then press the back of my hand against his solid chest and run it down his torso. I licked my lips as my knuckles slid over his abs and came to the band of his boxer briefs. I snaked my fingers under the band, and the second I felt his cock, I wrapped my hand around the hardened member and gently squeezed. Damien’s lips parted in his sleep, and he almost whined.

The thrill that shot through me was almost toe curling.

The lubrication of my saliva on my palm allowed my hand to slide up and down easier, and from the rise and fall of Damien’s chest, I knew his body was enjoying my touch. I almost wished he’d open his eyes and come awake because of the pleasure I was giving him, but watching his features contort with bliss in his sleep turned me on.

I wanted to do more to him.

Carefully, I pushed the blanket that covered us off our bodies. I had to lift his arm from around my waist and nudge him onto his back. Once or twice, I thought he would wake up, but he didn’t, and when I wiggled my way down his body and parted his thighs, I stared at the outline of his thick, erect cock. Tugging it free of his boxers, I fisted it in my hand and looked up at Damien’s face just as I bent down and closed my mouth around the head.

I had never given a blow job before, so I was going off what I had seen in pornos and hoped to God that I was doing it right and that it felt good for Damien. His mouth opened, his hands balled into fists, and a loud, primal groan filled the room. I bobbed my head four times, and on the fifth, when I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed, his eyes shot open.

“Fu…ck!” He hissed, pushed himself onto his elbows, and stared down at me, his lips parted and his eyes wide. “Oh, fuck. Alannah. Baby, yes.”

I smiled around his cock, and I swear his eyes rolled back a little at the sight.

I sucked him, squeezed him with my hand, and fell into a rhythm of fucking him with my mouth. A few times, his hips bucked upwards, pushing his cock to the back of my throat. I gagged twice, and saliva got everywhere, but it didn’t slow me down. Things got messy as I used the saliva that dribbled down my chin and slid it over Damien’s cock. He was praying out loud to God, asking him to make him last longer, but I wasn’t having any of that. I wanted him to come, and come now.

I worked my mouth and hand faster, sucking harder, and swallowing right when the head of Damien’s cock bumped the back of my throat. He came with a roar, and his hot cum coated my tongue. I swallowed every drop, continuing to work him as I did. Damien’s hips bucked a few times, and his body was so tense, he looked to be a stiff as a board, but when I released his cock from my mouth with a pop, he sagged back onto the mattress.

His eyes were closed, and his chest was rising and falling so fast, you would think he just ran a marathon. I wiped my mouth and hand with my pyjama t-shirt, then I smiled at his limp form.

“Good mornin’, Damien.”

“Come,” he panted, “here.”

I crawled up to his side and snuggled against him, pulling the blanket back over our bodies. I leaned my head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around me. Slinging my arm over his waist, I sighed in contentment. I was a shy person when it came to sex; I could listen to my friends talk about it, but if it was my sex life under the microscope, I became uncomfortable. I didn’t like to talk about it at all … but in bed with Damien? It seemed I had no filter.

“I didn’t know if I’d like that or not, but I love givin’ you head.”

“Please,” he almost whimpered, “you’ll make me cry.”