Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(93)

"Not very romantic, I know. But here's the thing about cicadas; they  live for, like, thirty years sleeping under the ground. For thirty years  they just sleep in the dirt. And then, suddenly, one summer, they wake  up, and they make all that noise, just for one summer," he said. "You're  my summer. You woke me up."

I blushed; no one had ever spoken to me so sweetly, so genuinely. It was still a weird simile, but it made me giddy.

"So I couldn't let you leave," he said, moving towards me. Just as he  grabbed my waist, we heard banging on the door to the balcony. It was  Alicia. She was motioning towards the door, where all our luggage was  sitting. She waved, signaling to me that they were leaving, going to the  lobby. I turned back to Boon, smiled.

"But … I mean … this is it. I … I'm going home now," I said, sure that I sounded like the biggest loser.

"I know. I know, but I couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye,"  Boon said, pulling me to him and planting another earth-shaking kiss on  my lips. I felt my pussy getting wet immediately as his tongue probed  mine, our mouths meeting in bliss. My hands flew to his strong chest,  and I pressed against him, remembering the feeling of his cock in me. I  broke away, breathless. His eyes on mine were sweet but … carnal. Glancing  down, I saw his hardness through his pants. I looked back up at him  quickly.

"I wish we had more time," I said, biting my lip, trying to suffocate the burgeoning desire between my legs.

"There's always time," Boon growled back, suddenly grabbing my wrist and  pulling him behind him. He led me through the hotel room and out to the  hallway. I was in a short dress, and the sudden chill of the air  conditioning made my nipples stand out and caused goosebumps to emerge  all over my body. It didn't help that Boon's grip on my wrist was  demanding, merciless.

He dragged me to the elevator and pushed the down button. We were on a  very high floor, and it always took forever for the elevator to get to  us. Boon pushed me against the wall, grabbing my thighs and lifting me  towards him, his mouth hungry, his hands forceful. I felt my heartbeat  rising, my slit growing wet under his touch. He was dominating me, and I  loved it. I wanted to be taken right there, right in the hallway, where  anyone could see. We heard the pinging of the elevator arriving and  Boon broke away, but maintained his grip on me.

The elevator arrived, doors sliding open. Boon pushed me ahead of him  and slammed me into the wall, the metal bar at my bottom; just within  reach of my hands. I use it to brace myself as he slid his hands up my  thighs; feverishly searching for my hips. The motion of the elevator  lurching up sent a slight butterfly through my stomach, increasing the  intensity of the moment.         

     



 

"Should we push the stop button?' my words came out in haste as my leg  stretched to reach the button; his hand grazed my wet pussy under my  dress.

"No, don't," his breath heated, his voice murky with desire and  excitement. Boon stroked my thigh lightly and then slid his finger  inside me, drawing a gasp from my throat. I couldn't believe I was doing  this: fooling around in an elevator with a guy I'd just met a few days  ago, no regard given to the fact that it could stop at any moment.

My body lunged forward onto his hand of its own accord, wanting to feel  more of him inside my wet slit; my hand fell to his waist, finding the  button to his jeans. I undid his pants quickly, knowing at any minute  the door could open, leaving us exposed.

I felt his cock protruding from his waist band as he responded to my  touch by pushing me even further against the wall, his finger curling  inside me, hitting sweetness that I'd never imagined before. I moaned  again as his lips dropped to my neck, lighting my skin on fire with  kisses.

Boon reached up and took my shoulder, holding me tight, bearing down on  me. He eased himself between my open, willing thighs. I drew my legs  around his waist, opening more for him, welcoming him. I felt the head  of his cock against my pussy and felt my slit aching to be filled again.  He pressed into me with a groan, his huge member stretching me and  making my body cry out for more. Rich, hot ripples of passion rocked my  muscles, my blood turning fevered as it delivered pleasure to every inch  of me.

Boon held himself inside me for a long moment, our hearts seeming to  beat in one desperate melody, then began to thrust into me over and  over, reaching deep inside me with his long shaft. My body cantered with  his as he plunged in, his cock thickening with power; my fingers traced  the tattoos along his strong, ripped forearms and I threw my head back,  closing my eyes and reveling at the way my pussy rippled along his  cock.

Boon's hand lifted up to my hair, pulling my head even further back as I  the heat increased between my legs. The slight, tingling pain of Boon's  grip on my hair only added to my pleasure, my crazed desire. My eyes  darted to the light bar above the door: three more floors. My body was  matching Boon's thrusts now, my hips pumping against his, taking him  deep.

He pushed in and arched his back; my body ground down on him, my muscles  feeling like they were about to snap from tension. It felt like he was  searching for something inside me, and his grip on me increased as he  pushed into me, until finally I felt the head of his cock hit a spot  inside me, somewhere hidden, that lit up my whole world like a jackpot  on a slot machine. My pussy pulsed in response, my movements becoming  quick and desperate as he thrust into the spot again and again, flames  rushing to my face, unable to hold back anymore.

"Oh, God, fuck, Boon, I'm commingg … " I cried out as I felt my juices  release on his cock, my body cooling in an instant as wave after wave of  pleasure immersed me in heaven. My pussy clenched around his hard cock,  as though embracing it, thanking it, and I moaned as I felt the first  hot spurt of his cum inside me, my body straining towards him, each  burst massaging my still-buzzing pussy. My thighs clenched around his  waist, hard, and I held him to me until every last drop of his cum was  covering my once-virgin pussy.

Ding.

In an instant, we had separated and were standing, panting and flushed,  side-by-side as the elevator doors opened. I patted my dress down,  smoothing it out, and felt Boon's cum dripping down my thighs. My face  flushed with sex, I tried to steady my breathing; swallowing hard to  moisten my dry throat.

I spotted Becky and Alicia lounging on one of the couches in the lobby  and made a bee-line towards them. Their eyebrows rose at the same exact  time, expressions of surprise plastered on their face. I guess it was  pretty obvious that the elevator ride had been … eventful. I stopped for a  moment, looking around to see if Boon was following me. He wasn't. He  was standing next to the elevator, watching me with a strangely sad look  on his face.

It was like looking at him through a screen of people: one moment we had  a clear line of sight, the next moment a bellboy pushing a luggage cart  would make him disappear. And then, all at once, he didn't reappear. My  heart missed a beat as I looked for him, but he was gone. One moment  he'd been right there and then, no more. As though he'd been swallowed  up by the hotel. I felt his cum leaking out of me slowly as my heart  took a nose-dive.

So that's it. That's the end of my grand Vegas adventure. I lose my  virginity, start to fall in love, and then it's over. Wham-bam, I  thought, staring at the place Boon had just been. Tears pricked at my  eyes but I wiped them away before turning back to Alicia and Becky, who  immediately noticed my distress and jumped to encircle me in a hug. I  felt myself wanting to sob, but held back, fortified by the strength of  my friends.         

     



 

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened," Becky said.  Becky the walking bumper sticker, I thought to myself with a smile. It  was so cliché, so corny, and so Becky. I felt love for both my friends  welling up inside me and knew that it would be okay. As long as we three  had each other, no boy could break my heart forever.

Not even Boon.





13





We took our time on the drive home, much less eager to get back to  Missoula than we had been to get to Vegas. We took goofy pictures in  small towns, pulled over to admire scenic areas, and tried our hardest  to get one of those pictures where we all jump into the air at the same  time. It never quite worked; inevitably, one of us would be on the  ground when the shutter flashed. It didn't matter; we had fun.

I mostly managed to put Boon out of my mind, but I will admit to having  some steamy daydreams, especially when we'd be joined on the highway by a  biker or gang of bikers. I found myself looking for the "Cold Steel"  patch on passing leather jackets, but I never saw one.

Of course you're not going to see one, dummy. They're headed back to  L.A., I thought to myself, reprimanding myself for being overly hopeful.  And what was I hoping for, anyway? That Boon would have convinced his  entire gang to move to Missoula? That he would just leave them, run away  to start a life with me in Montana? Introduce himself to my parents,  get a decent job, lead a boring life, for my sake? As if, I thought,  you're not that special, Samantha.