It punched a moan from Damon, and the tension reached its climax like dynamite with a very long and slow fuse.
His entire body tensed. I could feel it in the way he moved, the way he held me. His dick throbbed inside of me. I could imagine the warmth of his cum filling my body, could imagine the sinful delight of his cock reaching deep into me to fill me with every drop of it.
Damon jerked his hips harder, and I let a hand slip between my legs, holding myself, not letting the hand move the way it wanted. As his orgasm thundered through his body, shivers spilling into me, he slowed down, breathing deeply.
He stopped, letting us both catch a breath before he gently pulled his big cock out of me, leaving me lacking something fundamental. Then, I felt it, the hot trickle running down my taint and to my balls, turning me on just enough to make my hand move along my dick without a chance to slow down.
And when I felt his heated breath on my skin and his sinful tongue on my taint, dragging along it, picking up his cum shamelessly, it tipped me over like someone had tossed me over the edge.
I came hard, grunting and moaning for a long few heartbeats as every nerve ending in my body twisted. The bed was splattered with cum after three good strokes that made me lose my mind altogether.
Damon pushed his face hard between my cheeks as my whole body pulsed and glimmered with excitement and satisfaction.
I collapsed on the bed, Damon following me, dragging himself up so that he lay on top of me, sliding partly to one side.
I turned my head to look at him, not quite believing the smears of shining cum on his lips and the look of pure mischievous lust in his eyes.
“Kiss me,” he said. “I dare you.”
The sudden excitement scared me until I saw myself leaning in and pressing my lips against his, taking in the sweet and salty flavor of him, letting it sink into my taste buds.
The kiss soothed some distant part of me that had awakened and beamed doubts into my soul after I had fallen into the softness of my mattress. That sudden, silly question, “What have we done?” was gone when he slipped his tongue into my mouth and made us share this dirty, delicious thing, forming a bond I didn’t think was possible. A bond I had been sure I guarded myself against.
I pulled back from him, putting my hand on his face. “Wanna shower with me?”
He nodded slowly, gaze never leaving my eyes.
I wondered if all his boys and girls felt this way afterward. I wondered if they all felt like they were the only person Damon had ever noticed in his wicked life. But it was hard to remind myself that I was far from the only one. What he and I had above all other flings was the familiarity of the ages and the trust that we wouldn’t trip and fall into a certain, unwanted feeling.
We got up, and he took my hand, letting me lead across the room and into the bathroom, where the walk-in shower was just big enough for both of us to move around. I let the water run and turned to face him as it pelted us from the rain showerhead above.
It washed the sweat out of our hair and the traces of cum from his face. He gazed at me while the water trickled down his head and his body, arms slowly closing around my body and pulling me in.
He was so tender now, while all of my body still tingled with the memory of him inside of me. His hands moved slowly down my back, reaching low and cupping my ass, holding me in a firm grip while the muscles of his torso rubbed against mine. Even after I had come, I couldn’t settle this simmering attraction, this low, everlasting lust in me that burned for Damon and Damon alone.
We held on to one another for a long time before finally parting enough to help each other with the bodywash. His hands moved all over me, turning me around so he pressed his front against my back, hands spreading the foaming shower gel all over me.
And when we were clear and flushed with the heat of the shower, we stepped out to dry ourselves with big, white towels before walking back into the room.
Our clothes littered the floor, and our forgotten wine was still on the nightstand.
I hesitated, watching Damon walk through the room, waiting for the moment he dressed and shrugged and said we should do this again sometimes. But he didn’t. He crossed the room, sat on the bed, still naked and beautiful, folding one leg under his ass, his dick soft and balls thick between his legs. He lifted his wine and smiled. “Shame to waste it, eh?”
I laughed, shaking my head and joining him anyway.
He wouldn’t stay. I knew he wouldn’t. There was Silas to think about, I told myself, while knowing that Damon didn’t linger for long. Even if he stayed the night, if Silas wasn’t a factor, he would dip out before I was fully awake.
Even so, I joined him for a glass of wine. Now was all we had.
SEVEN
Damon
The locker roombrimmed with guys on the edge of their seats. The first game against the Breakers was beginning in a few minutes, and the entertainment on the ice was winding down already.
We were all eager to step onto the ice and show those motherfuckers their place. They had been losing to us for the last two years, and the feeling was that they wanted to switch things around.
Griffin kissed Andrei on the lips in the corner, fist holding Andrei’s jersey closely. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at me. “It’s for good luck. You’ll thank me later.”