His to Love (His #3)

Chapter 49

When Damien pays, we drive home. The car is filled with palpable tension, both of us thinking the same things, both of our minds dirty in their own way.

As I lean over the seat and caress his hard cock with my hand, Damien groans loudly.

I smile to myself and bite my lip when an idea strikes me. I start unbuckling his pants and Damien starts breathing faster. "Brooke, holy shit, what are you going?"

I bring his zipper down and pull his briefs down enough to free his, what looks like painfully hard, cock, taking it in my hand and licking my lips. "I might not be on my knees as you wanted me to, but it'll still be a blow-job."

Damien curses profusely and I unbuckle myself. I smile and lean down to lick the pre-cum that makes the head of his cock glisten in the street lights we're passing by.

His hips buckle under me and I let him get used to the touch, taking him in my mouth slowly. Damien's hand tangles in my hair as he pushes my head down. "Brooke, baby, that's so fucking good," Damien croons, his voice strained, his muscles taut.

I hollow my cheeks as I suck him deeper, sinking down as far as I can go, feeling his head hitting my throat and I almost gag. I go back up and take him out of my mouth, planting kisses on him from the balls all the way up to his head where I softly nibble on it, creating a small suction with my mouth.

"Fuck! That's so amazing, I can't even see straight."

His hand pushes me down on him yet again. "Suck it fast and hard, baby. I've been wanting to feel your wet mouth around my cock for so long. I'm not going to last long."

I do as I'm told, being a good girl and all that. I suck him so hard that the wet noises can be heard in the car. I do it fast, my head bobbing up and down on his enormous cock. I have to help with my hand, but I can't even wrap it fully around him.

"Fucking hell, that's good," Damien hisses, his grip on my hair tightening. I know he's close by how much his thigh muscles clench under my hand.

The first spurts of his come take me by surprise, but I keep him in my mouth and swallow. His release is long and hard, confirming that it's been a really long time for him.

When I pull back and look at him, he looks drained with his one arm dropped over the steering wheel, his eyes trying to stay focused on the road. "You could get us both killed," Damien says.

"What a beautiful death that would be," I muse, rolling my lips together and wiping my mouth, still tasting him.

Damien gives me a wolfish grin, trying to buckle himself up and gain his posture. "I still want you on your knees."

I huff and shake my head, laughing, because I know he's joking. "Who says there'll be a repeat?"

"Oh, there will be. You can be sure of that because I already am."

"Of course you are, you're a man," I comment.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Damien almost whines.

I shrug innocently, looking at my nails. "Brooke," Damien says. We're almost at our building now.

"Damien," I say back, smiling nonchalantly.

As Damien parks his car, he looks me and rakes his eyes up and down my body, stopping at my bare legs. I try not to shift uncomfortably under his stare, but I rake my own eyes all over his body in an appreciative gesture. He's a nice-looking man, hot to die for and I know he knows it by how comfortable he is in his skin.

I smile to myself as I exit the car and Damien follows, shaking his head at me. "And there I wanted to be a gentleman and open the door for you, especially after the spectacular blow-job I received from you." He winks.