Live, Laugh, Loathe

Chapter 26: Drew

I'm floating.

I think I even blacked out. That was beyond amazing. The scrape of his beard on my thighs? His dirty talk? His seemingly desperate need to make me feel good after a less-than-satisfying dream?

I've never felt an orgasm that hard. At least not since we fucked on his desk.

He's come back up, and I notice his erection is pressing against my thigh. I reach down and stroke him hard. He groans, kissing my shoulder, then lightly bites it. My pussy clenches at the scrape of his teeth on my skin.

"Damon?"

"Yes?"

"I need more." It wasn't enough. I still feel so empty.

He captures my lips in his in a slow, drugging kiss. His tongue slides against mine in the exact rhythm I need. I try to press closer, to line our bodies better, but the watermelon is in the way. He notices immediately and breaks our kiss.

"Hands and knees beautiful." I feel a thrill at his command and immediately roll my body. He grabs our pillows and shoves them under my hips, somehow anticipating that I'll need some extra support.

Then he's behind me, palming my ass. My hips shove back of their own accord, seeking him out. He leans forward, a dark chuckle rumbling in my ear.

"Patience, I've got you." He kisses right behind my ear, then moves down my spine, kissing and nipping his way until I'm begging for him.

"Damon, please. I'm too close. Don't tease me; I can't take it."

"Ok, baby." He lightly runs two fingers through my folds, testing to be sure I'm ready. "Condom or no condom?" I almost laugh but should be happy he respects me and what we're doing enough to ask.

"No condom. I want to feel all of you." He must like that because he growls and moves to line himself up. I can't see what he's doing exactly, but I can feel him teasing me.

Then, with a sharp thrust, he sinks home. We both cry out; it's exquisite. He pauses, unmoving. Probably reciting baseball stats or something equally boring to keep from immediately blowing his load. The wicked part of me is pleased, and I bear down on him just a little.

"Fuck, Drew. If you do that again, I won't get to make you come before I do."

"Then get moving, Damon."

Without another moment of hesitation, he pulls back and thrusts again. He keeps a medium pace at first, working me until I'm begging. Then, without me needing to even ask, he goes harder. The smacking sound of our bodies meeting echoes erotically.

I can feel my orgasm looming, but it remains just out of reach.

My thighs are shaking, my clit is throbbing, everything's so tight. But it's not enough.

"Damon?"

"What do you need?" He doesn't break his pace, one hand moving from my hips to run up and down my spine.

"My clit," I gasp, fuck I'm so close. "I need."

I drop my head to the mattress, mouth open. My hands are clutching the bedsheets so tight, my knuckles are white.

But I don't need to finish my sentence. Damon knows what I need. The hand that was on my back moves under me and lightly strums my clit.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" I'm so sensitive; his light touch has me on fire. Then he pinches, and it tips me over the edge.

"Damon!" My orgasm bolls me over, feeling white hot. A moment later, I feel him come shouting my name, filling me with hot spurts of his semen.

His body falls forward slightly, arm shooting out to catch himself against the headboard. Even in an orgasmic high, he has the presence of mind to not crush me and the belly. That almost makes me come again. He's so fucking good.

Once our breaths even, he pulls out, quietly groaning at the friction. He helps me remove the pillows and settle back on my side. Pulling me against him. Our sweaty bodies sticking in the best way possible.

"Fuck, that was." Damon murmurs against my hair, "remind me again why we haven't been doing this the whole time?"

I laugh, "Pretty sure we can chalk it up to mutual pigheadedness?"

"Works for me." He languidly strokes my side. It's oddly soothing.

But now that we've started, my hormone-crazed body is already ready for round three. Judging by his semi-hard dick resting on my belly, he might be ready to go soon too.

I throw my leg over his and lean forward to nip at his chin. He raises his eyebrow, grinning. "Yes?"

"What do you say to a little hanky-panky in the shower?" I ask, biting my lip. His eyes darken at my request, pulling me as close as possible to kiss passionately.

"I'd say, hell fucking yes." He rolls away and stands up from the bed, giving me my first full view of his naked body. That's when I notice something I never thought I'd see.

"What the fuck is that?" I ask, pointing to his left ass-cheek.

He twists, looking down at himself, laughing self-consciously. "Uh. I guess you've never seen that before, hunh?"

"Nope, and I demand to know the story behind it. What does it even say? I don't have glasses on or contacts in."

He laughs again, running a hand through his hair. "You know Collin likes to make bets, right?" I nod, having seen first-hand how many bets he tries to make with his wife within one dinner.

"Well, in college, Collin, Danny, Richard, and I all studied abroad during the same semester but in different places. When we got back, Danny and Richard were kind of acting weird. Collin bet me fifty bucks and a tattoo that they had finally started dating while we were abroad and weren't ready to tell us yet. I disagreed, believing that they were only acting weird because they were just realizing they liked each other more than friends. Turns out, Collin was right; they had met up over a weekend in Venice and started dating. So, now I'm stuck with this. I honestly forget about it most days."

He bends forward, bringing his tight buns closer to my face so I can read it clearly. It's a black box around the words 'Collin was right'. Honestly? The dumbest thing I've ever seen. Collin may love taking bets, but he's the worst at collecting. I can think of a hundred different things that would be better than this. I can't help but laugh, tracing the box with my finger. I guess I should be happy it's not a crudely drawn penis.

"Laugh it up all you want, but just wait until you make a similar bet with him and have to suffer like me." He turns around and grabs my ankle, sliding me to the edge of the bed.

"Now get up; I've got plans for you in the shower."

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"Yes! Damon, don't stop!" My hands and cheek are pressed against the cool tile of our walk-in shower. I'm bent over as far as I can, Damon behind me. His hips snapping as he pounds into me.

He started this double shower by washing me. I returned the favor until I tried to give him a blowie. He made me get up and bend over instead. I don't mind this outcome one bit.

"You close, baby? Do you need my hand?" His hands grip my hips roughly, moving me against him fast and hard.

"Yes!" I hiss, I'm so, so close. His arm immediately snakes around, and he pinches my clit hard. My orgasm breaks, stars bursting behind my eyes.

My orgasm sets off his, and he comes hard behind me.

I drift in bliss as he pulls out, gently using the showerhead to clean between my legs. Then he shuts off the water, wraps me in a warm towel, and carries me like a baby to bed.

"Now, while I'd love to spend the rest of our day fucking on every available surface," he tips my chin up and kisses the tip of my nose. "We did say we needed to go crib shopping today and get it ordered. We probably won't get it in time if we wait any longer."

Shoot. Vagina-blocked by the baby.