Breathless (126 page)

I inhaled deeply and felt my heart pound violently against my chest.
I’m going to do this
, I told myself reassuringly.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned down over Damian and licked off the salt from his pec—this time, his nipple was already rock hard. Then I moved down to his abs and began to suck the tequila from them. The bitter tequila tasted almost sweet on him as my tongue and lips sucked the area dry. Before I realized what I was doing, I began to glide my tongue up the ridges of his abs and up between his pecs, following the trail the tequila had left when Damian had poured it down his chest. I heard a deep groan escape his mouth as my tongue licked up every remnant of the tequila from his body. Then I moved up to his face and our eyes locked onto one another’s. I saw the clear lust in his eyes, and I knew he was just as turned on by this as I was, which further stirred my own desire for him that was seething inside me.

Empowered by a new sense of boldness, I sucked the lime from his mouth, spat it out to the side, and immersed my lips with his. His hand gripped the nape of my neck as he kissed me back, his tongue eagerly entering my parted lips. His lips were soft and rough at the same time, and I felt myself melt into his kiss.

When our lips finally parted, he looked up at me, his eyes no longer filled with lust, but something warmer, sweeter.

“Now
that’s
a shot Damian Style,” he said with a sexy smile.

“That was amazing,” I admitted.

“That one was on the house,” he said with a meaningful look in his eyes.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling a bit awkward that I had just thanked him for the kiss.

“I know how you can repay me though,” he continued.

“Wait, I thought you said it was on the house,” I teased. But at that point, I was so far down the Damian rabbit hole that I wasn’t sure what I wouldn’t agree to doing if he asked.

He laughed. “Let me take you out next Friday night?” The warmth in his blue eyes returned as he gave me another heartbreaking smile.

“Like a date?” I asked.

He flinched slightly at my question, and I wondered if I had misunderstood what had just happened between us.

But as soon as I was about to correct myself, his smile returned. “Yeah, I guess you can say it’s a date.”

I cocked my head and looked at him.
Did he just ask me out on a date?
I was about to say that I thought he wasn’t the dating type but stopped myself. Something told me that that would have been the last thing he wanted to hear right now.

“Okay,” I said with a smile. “That would be fun.” I knew I was entering dangerous territory. I knew I was playing with fire here. But Kelly’s words rang in my ears.
See what happens
. So against my better judgment, I was going to see what would happen next.

Besides, with a kiss like that, I knew I wanted more of it. I was addicted.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Damian

IT WAS A LITTLE PAST 2:45 A.M. WHEN I locked up Damian’s and walked up the stairs to my apartment. Tonight, I didn’t take a girl home with me to fuck. And for some reason, that didn’t bother me. I walked through my front door feeling great. I threw my keys on the coffee table and began to empty my pockets.

Wallet.

Phone.

A few coins.

A crumpled piece of paper.

I had completely forgotten that the paper was in my pocket. It was the paper the redhead had slipped me. I uncrumpled it and read its contents.

You know it felt good in my hands, but it’ll feel amazing in my pussy. Call me 415-888-6914. XX - Courtney.

I smirked as I saw the note. I had to hand it to the redhead. She was pretty full of herself—and maybe as cocky as I was.

I grabbed a pen from my desk and wrote “Redhead - 9” on the paper. I pulled a black shoebox from under my bed and threw the piece of paper inside, where it joined hundreds of other pieces of paper with numbers on them. This was my normal routine when I got in from the bar, and my black shoebox was my version of the “little black book.”

As I pushed the shoebox back under my bed, I felt triumphant about tonight. I wasn’t too sure why I felt like I was on top of the world, but I did. And for some reason, it wasn’t the same triumphant feeling I had normally when I brought home a hot piece of ass to fuck—I hadn’t even invited a girl home with me tonight.

And yet, I felt more triumphant tonight than I had for as long as I could remember.

Maybe it’s because of the redhead
, I thought. We had a pretty hot make-out session and she had given me a pretty amazing hand job in public, a $100 tip, and her number.

And yet, for some reason, a part of me didn’t think that the redhead’s number, the hand job, or the big tip were what made me feel triumphant.

Could it have something to do with seeing Alexis?

I thought back to the moment I had seen her for the first time tonight. I wasn’t sure why, but it had almost been as if a fog had lifted when our eyes met. I’d been shocked to see her at first—caught off guard that she had seen me making out with another girl. But when the shock had quickly worn off, another feeling had crept its way in. It had been a feeling I wasn’t as familiar with. To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure what it was. What I was sure of was that it had felt good.
Really
good. Better-than-climax good.

That unfamiliar new feeling had scared me. Plus, I’d reminded myself of what happened the last time I had seen Alexis. I’d reminded myself of the fact that she had rejected my advances and had actually said no to the one and only Damian Castillo. That memory angered me, and I had known that I had to show her what she was missing out on, what every other girl wanted, and what she had stupidly passed over.

So I’d done what anyone in my position would have done: I’d pretended like I hadn’t remembered her when I saw her. I’d wanted to hide any signs that she had affected me in any way. I’d wanted to pretend like I was too busy with another girl. And to my luck, the hot redhead had been conveniently available and was more than willing to flirt with me and unknowingly take part in my charade. In fact, the redhead had been so into me that she’d been clearly close to banging me on the bar counter if I hadn’t stopped her.

But after I saw Alexis, I couldn’t get her out of my mind and I had lost all interest in the redhead. So after a few minutes of my charade with her, I had gotten bored. Luckily the redhead had gotten the hint and left without being asked to leave. Some girls were not always as bright.

Then to my surprise, Alexis had come over to order a drink from me. The moment we started talking, I knew I wanted to be alone with her again. I knew she would be my ultimate conquest—to fuck the first single girl to turn down my advances. And so when she’d agreed to try a shot Damian Style, I knew I didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity. I knew she was interested and I was tired of playing this cat and mouse game with her. I wanted her, and I was going to take things into my own hands and make things happen.

I thought back to her body shot off of my chest and my cock stiffened at the memory. Her velvety tongue across my nipple and up my abs. Her full, luscious lips pressed onto mine as my tongue explored her. The honey-sweet taste of her lips, the titillating smell of her hair, and her silky soft skin against my callused hands had all instantly turned me on. My cock had become painfully hard as it had pushed outward against my jeans, and at that moment, I had wanted to rip off her clothes and pound into her right there and then on top of that bar counter in front of all those people.

But before I’d been able act on my desire, she had pulled away from our kiss, leaving me wanting more of what I had just felt during that kiss. I had no idea what exactly it was that I had felt. But I knew that, whatever that was, I was addicted to it and I would have given anything to feel it again.

That was when I’d decided that I wanted to take her out so I could spend some alone time with her. To me, it wasn’t a date. To me, we were just going to hang out, maybe fuck at the end of the night—if she was lucky. But I knew if I’d told her that, I’d never see her again, and for some reason, I couldn’t allow that to happen. I had to have her, and I couldn’t let her go without tasting her for myself. And taking her out on Friday on a “date” would give me my opportunity with her.

But why am I even making such an effort with her?

As hard as I thought about this question, I didn’t have an answer for it.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I felt uncomfortable with how much she was getting to me.
For Christ’s sakes, I’m Damian fucking Castillo. Uncomfortable is not in my DNA.

I shook my head and brushed the conflicting thoughts from my mind.
I’m just tired. I’m overthinking all of this because I need sleep. This has nothing to do with Alexis. She’s just another pretty face,
I told myself.

I stripped off my clothes and sank naked into the cool satin sheets. As I rubbed my hand down my abs, I thought about how her tongue had moved up these abs just hours before. My cock responded, as if to confirm what I was just thinking: everything about this girl turned me on. I moved my hand up and down the length of my cock as I recalled the taste of her lips on mine. Everything about her tasted sweeter and more tantalizing than anything my mouth had ever touched. Within seconds, my breathing grew ragged as my hand moved faster and more violently along the length of my hardness and I imagined Alexis’s lips up and down my cock. I knew that I wanted more than anything to feel myself deep inside of her. And as I became consumed with images of me deep inside her wet, satin sweetness, I felt my body spasm out of control. Seconds later, I climaxed as I imagined pulling of out of her pussy and coming onto her beautiful face as her full lips opened to greet my cum.

After I cleaned up and started to nod off to sleep, I reminded myself of one thing: whatever will happen with Alexis didn’t change a thing. After our date next Friday, she would just be another hot piece of ass I’d fucked good and hard, and once I got my fun out of her, it was on to the next.

Yes, that’s all she is to me: a hot piece of ass.

***

A few days had passed since that night I had seen Alexis again, and I had been feeling frustrated and on edge ever since that night. I realized that I hadn’t gotten laid since then. I had found myself thinking about her constantly while not having sex at all. I had first told myself that I was tired, that I was busy, that none of the girls that had recently approached me were hot enough to make the effort.

But by Monday afternoon, after a busy weekend at the bar, I was beyond horny, and jacking off was not doing the trick anymore. So when a pretty girl with dirty blond hair walked in alone and sat down at the bar, my dick twitched like a druggie itching for his next fix.

“Hey there,” I said with my signature smile as I placed a napkin in front of her on the bar counter. “What can I get you?”

“Are you Damian?” She bit her lower lip as she eyed me up and down.

I chuckled.
She’s one of those patrons. This is too easy
.

“At your service.” I gave her a wink.

An hour later and after I had watched her slowly nurse three cocktails while she’d sat there flirting with me, I knew she wanted me and she was as good as fucked—literally.

“Can I get another one?” she asked as she finally drained her third glass.

“Are you sure that’s what you actually want?” I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

She met my gaze and a sinful smile spread across her face. “What do you have in mind?”

“I live right upstairs. I don’t mind taking my half-hour break to fuck your brains out,” I said huskily.

She gasped, and I knew she was turned on.

“Want in?”

I winked at her and saw the look in her eyes.

That’s a yes.

***

We had barely walked through my apartment door when I had already pulled off the girl’s dress.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” she exclaimed as I stripped off my t-shirt and then closed the front door behind us.

“I know. Now shut up and let’s fuck,” I said as I quickly unhooked her bra.

“Damn, I love an aggressive man.” She gave me a wicked smile as she pushed me hard against the front door. “I hope you love an aggressive woman.” She dug her nails down my arms as her lips moved quickly down my chest until they met the large bulge pushing out from inside my jeans. She got on her knees and smiled up at me excitedly as she unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down.

Lust filled her eyes as she saw my cock pop out of my briefs to greet her. “God, you’re so fucking big,” she gasped. Immediately, she grasped my hardness with her hand and moved her hands up and down my shaft. “I love rock-hard candy,” she purred. “They’re so fun to suck on.”

“Suck, baby, suck,” I urged as my impatience started to rise inside me.

I just need to get rid of this pent-up frustration, and fast! There’s no time for chitchat.

I groaned as her wet mouth took in my already hard cock and arched my pelvis into her mouth, forcing her to take me in deeper. “That’s good, baby,” I moaned. “Yeah, just like that.” I closed my eyes and I felt the pent-up sexual energy course through me and rush down to my erection.

To my annoyance, she slowed down and started flicking her tongue across the tip of my cock as her hands moved up and down the length of me.
Shit, don’t tell me she needs a breather.

She looked up at me lustfully as she moved her other hand down into the folds of her panties. “You’ve made me so wet, baby,” she moaned as she pulled her fingers out of her wetness and seductively licked it with her tongue. She then kissed her way up my chest until she had reached my neck. “Taste me,” she whispered in my ear and then pulled my face down towards her to kiss her, to taste her pussy from her mouth.

I turned my head sideways in time to avoid her kiss. I didn’t go down on girls, so I wasn’t about to taste a girl’s pussy if I could help it. “I need to fuck now,” I ordered.

She paused for a split second before she said, “Me too, baby. Come and fuck me hard,” she begged as she started pulling me towards my bedroom.