Dark Desires On A Winter's Night.
His cool hand brushes your arm lightly as you put the hockey stick back. At the contact you blush lightly, heat spreading across your cheeks. You've liked him for while despite everything that you say and everything he's done.
And now it's just the two of you. No one's there to interrupt…
Once you've put the hockey stick back, you glance quickly up at him. Your blush deepens when you notice his raven black eyes fixed on you. You feel like your drowning in their depth, like he's pulling you in and there's no way out. Despite the cold weather, sweat beads on his forehead, one droplet running down his face. His usually perfectly jelled hair is swept to the side from the wind and a few strands fall into his eyes.
A loud bang startles you from your reverie.
Almost instantly Damon catches the fallen hockey stick in his hand, a small smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. He's always like this with you; he always looks for a new way to tease you, to play with you and make you want him. Damon places the stick back, tensing the muscles in his arms as he does.
You make an effort to look away but you see him watching you out of the corner of his eye. He fixes the hockey stick back securely before he turns to you. For a moment you're trapped in his gaze, a deer caught in headlights.
"You're as clumsy as ever." His smirk widens. Damon places his hands on his hips, grasping the thin red vest that he wore. In one swift, skilful movement, he peels the vest over his head – momentarily flashing toned and tanned muscles. He discards the vest with one throw, sending it into the back of the changing rooms. "Seen something you like?" he winks as he takes a step closer.
You don't know how this happened. Damon shouldn't even be in here… The guys were supposed to leave their hockey sticks outside the changing rooms…but he never does that, he always waits for you, to tease you with whatever he can. Deep inside you know he wants you too, call it a gut instinct but you can feel your connection.
He'll never let you go until he's got what he wants.
"Possibly," you whisper while playing along with his game. A brief spark of satisfaction rushes through you when his eyes widen momentarily. "What are you going to do about it?"
His eyes lock onto your lips, his dark eyes following your tongue when you gently bite your lip. Damon's lips part unconsciously and he blinks a few times before answering. "What do you want me to do about it?" His words are almost a growl; deep and possessive.
All the muscles below your waist clench with desire. He's so close you can feel his heated breath on your neck causing Goosebumps to break out over your skin. You push your hair out of your eyes, willing him to make the first move. But you know he won't, he's too proud for that.
"Whatever you want," you whisper, licking the corner of your lip once more.
Damon closes his eyes and shakes his head. "You don't know what you do to me. I've seen you for months, sat just a desk away from me, pretending that I don't mean a thing." You hadn't realised that he's moved closer and now you're chest to chest. "You've been sending me crazy." One of his hands worms its way through your hair, tugging on your hair until you expose your throat to him. "But not anymore."
Damon ducks his head, trailing his mouth over your throat. Your breathing stutters as he softly kisses your collar bone before running a circuit up to your ear and back down again. Every now and again he nibbles at your skin, nipping softly. Across the room you see yourself in a mirror, your hair spilling out over his hand, his face pressed into your neck. His other hand presses into the small of your back, arching you into his touch.
Damon presses kisses across your jaw, pushing you back against the nearest convenient wall. His tongue trails across your lower lip, asking for entrance. Your lips part automatically under his persistent touches. Passion races through your blood and your heart hammers in your chest as he tips your head back once more, his hand still fisting your hair. Against your thigh you feel his desire. Smirking into the kiss, you move your thigh to the side, revelling in the hiss that escapes his parted lips. He presses up against you even more, placing pressure over your sex.
His other hand releases your waist, and snakes beneath your shirt, skimming your sides. Damon's hands are rough from sport and his short nails bite into your skin as they flit up your sides. He breaks the kiss for a short moment to hastily pull your tee shirt over your head. And then his lips are back on yours, moving with a desperate urge with an edge of craze filled lust.
Once again his hands – now warm from contact – press against your skin, coaxing soft pants from your mouth. His lips move from yours to trace the circuit along your throat and under your chin. Again you see yourself in the mirror, your head thrown back to give him more room and your legs spread, his entwined with yours.
You moan softly under his touch before pushing him away. Gripping the edge of his tee shirt, you pull it over his head, revealing the chiselled muscles that you've only got peaks at before. Your eyes widen at the sight and your hands explore the new expanse of skin before you. Fingers dip over the muscles, trailing a wave of heat over his skin. Beneath your touch, his breathing stutters and you swear you can feel his heart beat quicken.
"Tell me now if you want me to stop," he mutters breathlessly, "because I won't be able to stop if we carry on." His hands rest on the top of your shorts, toying with the elastic waistband. Silently you nod your head and move your feet to help him remove your shorts.
For the first time his hands cup your breasts through your black lacy bra. His fingers span out over then, touching any available skin. Damon kneads them slowly, coaxing small whimpers from your throat. Underneath his expert touch, you feel your body responding to him. Heat flares throughout you, setting each individual nerve alight with passion and lust. Unconsciously you spread your legs further, allowing his slim hips to fit perfectly with yours.
One hand disappears behind you, and he swiftly unclasps your bra. It falls to the floor, discarded like the red vest before it. His hands are once again on your breasts before he lowers his mouth to one. So softly you hardly feel it, he takes one nipple into his mouth and his tongue coaxes it until it hardens under his touch. Damon's breath spills over your breast as his tongue works your nipple in a tantalizing fashion.
Above him you're a mass of withering whimpers. You need his touch more than you ever thought possible. Before now you'd have never have guessed that it would lead to this. All his playful banter, everything he ever teased you with had finally lead to this…
He moves down your body, his bent knees pressing against your legs. His tongue runs a smooth, deliciously wet track down your torso causing you to quiver. Damon doesn't stop. He knows what he's doing and he knows where he wants to be. The front of his black hair skims your stomach as he settles down in his knees in front of you.
Damon's sparkling black eyes are shaded with lust as they lock with yours. His eyes never leave your as he presses his mouth against your sex, kissing the shortly trimmed hair that he finds. He pulls away slowly, his lips shimmering with your wetness. The sight of him on his knees before you, your juices on his lips and his eyes wide with lust for you has you moaning breathlessly.
Smirking, his presses his lips against your sex once again – his eyes never leaving yours.
You nearly collapse with relief as his tongue tentatively tastes you. A shudder runs through your body as his hands ghost over your thighs, causing you to spread your legs further. His hands stay in your thighs, teasing you. His tongue laps at the top of your clit, playing with you until you're ready. Damon moves his tongue over the top of your clit repeatedly in a slow, rocking motion.
Finally he moves until his tongue laps at the side of your clit, touching everywhere it possibly can. He trails it over your flesh, tracing the letter 'D' over you. A moan comes from your parted lips as he does.
He repeats the motion, this time tracing the letter 'A' over your flesh. In response your nails scratch at the wall behind you, looking for support to keep your standing. You can't stop your knees from shaking as your fingers grasp blindly at any available hold.
Then he traces the letters 'M' and 'O' over your clit. Again you look in the mirror and you nearly come from what you see. Your skin is flushed and your fringe sticks to your forehead with a light sweat. Your nipples stand erect from your breasts, red from Damon's earlier treatment. Below your waist your see his black hair slowly moving and Damon's face buried into your crotch. From where he's knelt you can see his erection tenting in his sweatpants.
After that, he traces the last letter, a letter 'N'. His tongue seems to linger more than it did on the other letters, taking more care to tease you and coax every breathless moan he can from your lips. Unconsciously you fist your hands into his hair, gripping the short strands in between your fingers. The jell he used before is still stiff despite the sweat that beads on his forehead. Stiff strands of black hair tickle your thighs, setting desire alight throughout your lower body.
Just as he finishes the letter 'N', he murmurs the words 'come for me,' against your skin. As if you were waiting for his command, you come instantly in withering contractions around his tongue as he probes you lightly. Relief floods through you, dousing the flames of desire as you crumble around him, your legs trembling uncontrollably. His hands grip at your waist, the only things keeping you upright. Damon's tongue continues to flit over your clit, allowing you to orgasm for longer than you ever have done before.
Opening your eyes – you weren't even aware that you'd closed them – you see his deep black eyes still locked on yours, shining with lust. His lips are shining with your juices and his tongue peeks out to lick them away like the most succulent wine. Damon drops back onto his feet before rising slowly. When he's pressed against you again, you can feel his erection in his sweatpants.
Your breath escapes you quick as you try to recover from your orgasm as his mouth trails a circuit over your neck again. Once more his hand worms its way into your hair, puling your head to the side so he can whisper into your ear.
"You look so hot when you come," he murmurs, his tongue seeming to taste every word he says. "I can't believe you made me wait this long. Didn't you know how much I need you?" Damon's breath is hot against your ear. At the action you feel yourself getting wet once more. "And do you know what I want to do now?" he whispers seductively.
"I want to fuck you," he murmurs. "Will you let me fuck you hard? Right here?"
You smile shyly at his words, and despite your best efforts not to, a blush lights up your cheeks. "I hope you have enough stamina then," you murmur as your thumbs hook under the waistband of his sweatpants. Again you wet your lips and you feel the shudder than runs throughout his body. Playfully, you pull his sweatpants down slowly, satisfaction washing over you when he gasps as your hand brushes over his erect cock.
The tables have turned.
Damon groans when your hand cups his erection through his boxers. Firmly, you rub small circles over his crotch, enticing gasps from his parted lips. Pushing against his chest, you push him back onto the nearest bench. When his knees hit the bench, he stumbles and falls back, pulling you on top of him.
In the mirror you see yourself straddling him, your legs spread on either side of his waist. Hovering over him, you pull his boxers down and throw them over your shoulder. Damon's cock stands to attention, nestled in a nest of short curly black hair. At the sight of his pre-cum, you lick your lips and your gaze meets his. A shudder flows through his body when he fathoms what you're about to do.
Your grip his thighs firmly as you place light kisses over his chest. You spend time tracing the contours of his chest, your tongue dipping and rising with each breath he takes. Every one of his muscles quiver under your touch. As your tongue descends, one of your hands releases his thigh and closes around the tip of his cock. In short teasing strokes you flick your wrist up and down his cock, causing moans to stutter from him.
Lightly you run your fingers along the underside of his cock, the pads of your fingers barely touching his skin. As you move your fingers up and down, you gently run your nails over him in feather light touches. The sounds that come from him cause your muscles below your waist to clench in desire and you feel your wetness on the sides of your thighs. As desire rolls through you, you rock against his thigh. The hair on his legs gives you a playful amount of friction and you grit your teeth to stop from crying out.
Shifting backwards, you lower your mouth to the tip of his cock. Your breath ghosts over his cock but it's barely a preview of what's about to happen. Damon attempts to buck his hips but you force him down onto the bench with your hands. A chuckle escapes you at seeing him so helpless and in a lust filled craze because of yourself.
You. You were the one that made him like this.
Sheathing your teeth with your lips, you instantly take him as deep as you can go. Damon's chest falls rapidly with a gasp for air. Raising your head, you pull off until only the tip of his cock is in your mouth. Moving your tongue you lap at the head, revelling in the moans that come from him.
Just like he did to you, you make sure your eyes are locked with his. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck on his cock, taking it deeper than you did before. Picking up speed, you bob your head up and down in time with your hips as your grind against him. You blow over the tip of his cock, causing him to shiver and Goosebumps to break out over his thighs.
"Please, please more," he begs. You've got him begging! Never did you imagine Damon –someone who commanded the attention of everyone – to be begging for your touch.
At his request your swivel your tongue over the head of his cock. More incoherent words fall from the tip of his tongue. He swells in your mouth and you know he's close. Pulling off him completely, you smirk at his disgruntled expression.
"You have something, don't you?" You breathe quietly. Your breathing is hitched and uneven and you couldn't care less about the consequences.
"In the pocket of my joggers."
You scramble over to where you left his joggers and hurriedly search his pockets until you pull out one foil wrapper. You don't ask why he's carrying them around with him. Instead you tear it open in a rush and let the packet fall to the floor. Rolling it over his length, you straddle his thighs once more.
"Are you ready?" You ask but the question is unnecessary.
Damon winks at you from beneath his black fringe. "As read as I'll ever be."
Pushing up with one hand on his chest, you line him up with your slick entrance. Immediately he moans at the contact, his eyes shutting in bliss. Taking a deep breath, you sink readily onto his cock. You gasp as he fills you, immediately hitting your spot. Allowing yourself a few moments to adjust, your hands splay out over his chest.
"Oh fuck, Damon!" You gasp as he wriggles his hips beneath you. His hands cup your breasts, toying with your nipples. Arching into his touch, you begin to move steadily.
Bracing yourself with one hand on his chest, you rise until only the tip of his cock is in you. And then you lower yourself back down. You feel desire unfold deep inside you and you clench around him, drawing a hiss from him. As you get into a rhythm Damon begins to meet you thrust for thrust.
His muscles flex as he bucks up into you, sending his cock deeper. His hands are still teasing your nipples. Suddenly he sits up so you're straddling his lap, his cock still deep inside you. You groan lowly at the sudden movement. His hands clutch at your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. Little butterfly kisses are trailed over your neck and he whispers gently against your skin.
"I love you, you know that?" He moans deep in his throat when you clench around him. "Everything I've done has been for your attention…and only now do you give it to me." He bucks instinctively, driving himself deeper into you and brushing against your sweet spot. "You've been driving me crazy," Damon murmurs against your skin.
He slowly begins to change position as to not startle you. Within moments he's hovering over you, your position reversed. Locking your ankles around his legs, you urge him to move.
With each teasing, torturous thrust he brings you closer to the edge. Sweat covers your body and you can't take your eyes from his wide, sparkling black oil coloured eyes. His hands are beside your arms, keeping him a few inches above you, but enough so you can still feel his stuttered breathing on your face. You feel yourself nearing the edge and you clench to try and fight it off. You don't want this moment to end.
All sounds are incoherent and your thoughts are a high speed network of splintered fragments. Your bodies move in synchronisation, each fitting and moulding to the other perfectly.
"Come for me," he whispers against your lips, his tongue seeking yours. And as his tongue explores your mouth, you come in withering contractions. You close your eyes and let him lead you, not caring about how loud or needy your moans are. Above you Damon stills, his hips locked in place.
For a moment you both lay there in each other's embrace before Damon shifts on top of you. When he pulls out you wince slightly. He moves over to the toilets and you hear him throw the used condom into the bin. Minutes pass and your hear him running a tap. Soon after he comes back with a couple of damp paper towels. With a carefulness you didn't know he possessed, he wipes away the sweat on your body.
He stand then, and places the damp paper towel to the side. "You're the reason I like being an eternal stud." Damon winks at you before he turns his back to you.
Seconds later, he's gone.
A slightly different approach than last time :D Thanks for your reviews, please tell me what you thought!