"Damn, guys. Really? I know it's new and stuff, but really?" Matt's comment caused Damon to break the kiss and smile.
"Stop being jealous and bend Erica over a table somewhere. She'd love it, and you need it." Damon moved his hands up to cup his girl's pretty face. "How was the rest of your day?"
He leaned down and kissed her again as she moved her hands down his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him flush against her. The soft scrape of her nipples against his chest left his cock rising to attention. She needed to be laid across a table and consumed as well. What the fuck was Matt doing there?
"It was good." She glanced down and wagged her eyebrows. "I don't think Erica is the only one that-"
"Hey. Still here." Matt moved up beside them and lifted his eyebrow. "Let's eat dinner and then you two can act like horny teenagers. It's gross."
"You wanna do it in my dad's bed?" Damon nipped at Bethany and moved back as he let out a shaky breath.
"I do. Now?" She moved to the exit to the kitchen and took off as Damon bounded after her.
"No better time than now." He reached her as she'd just made it inside the guest room. He crashed into her, picking her up and carrying her to the bed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned in to kiss at his mouth. Fire burned his insides at the intense desire to get inside of her, to hear her come for him.
He rocked against her as he pressed her to the bed below him.
"Does this mean we're not eating dinner?" Matt's voice was far too close for comfort.
"We are. Get the fuck out and we'll be there in two minutes," Damon barked.
"Be nice." Bethany slid her hands up his chest and moaned as he rolled his hips, rolling his cock along the softness she provided.
"Nice? Nice guys never get anywhere." He rolled onto his back and held on tightly to her hips, forcing her to sit up so he could see her. He slipped his hand under her blouse and brushed his fingers over her nipple as she moaned again. She was divine, something to behold as she faked innocence.
"I like nice guys."
He slid his free hand up her thigh and into her shorts to brush the back of his fingers against her pussy. "Seems like maybe you like bad boys. Perhaps you're telling a fib."
"Just because I get turned on by bad boys doesn't mean I like them." She smirked and rolled her hips, massaging the full length of him.
He slipped his fingers under the curve of her panties and growled at the sticky hot wetness that pooled between her thighs. "I want in here."
She moaned and pressed her hands to his chest as she leaned over. The cascade of her hair danced around his chest and filled the air with the smell of coconut.
"Let's eat with Matt and then you can have anything you want." She leaned down and kissed him as her hips shifted again. He pressed a finger deep inside her tight body and licked at her mouth as she whimpered against his lips.
"Tell Matt to go away and let me eat you instead." He pumped his finger rhythmically, pressing against her g-spot and tugging.
"Don't," she whispered roughly, but didn't move.
"No? You don't wanna release?" He smiled as her eyes narrowed and her breathing got off a little. "I like the sounds you make when you come. I'd prefer to hear it before dinner and after. I usually get what I want, so..."
"Hush," she grumbled and pressed her breasts to his chest as she arched her back and closed her eyes. He slipped another finger deep into her wetness as she groaned loudly and opened her thighs farther.
The look of ecstasy on her beautiful face when she crested over the edge of orgasm was intense, gratifying.
"Fuck," he groaned as her body tightened around his fingers and spasmed. "So fucking hot baby." He gripped the back of her neck and rolled them again so that he could hover above her as he finished his assault. He'd be taking his time with her later that night, but the quickie was in order.
"More," she whined, lighting him up complete.
"You'll get more when I'm ready." He ran his fingers just under her panties, petting her as he pressed his mouth to her nipple and tugged just over her clothes. "God, you smell so fucking good, Beth."
"Tell Matt to go away." She pressed her foot into his chest and pushed.
He moved back and shook his head. "I'm not hurting the big guy's feelings, you do that."
"Never." She sat up and tugged her shorts back into place as he slipped his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. The woman tasted like heaven and watching her react to him teasing her mercilessly made life better.
"Come on. Let's go eat and get back to doing what we do best." He pulled her up and kissed her a few times as she stood on wobbly legs.
"You've ruined me for sainthood."
"Honey, you didn't have a chance." He laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they walked back to the kitchen.
Matt glanced up from chopping cilantro and lifted his eyebrow. "Do I even wanna know?"
"Nope. No kissing and telling here." Damon chuckled and released Beth to find them a bottle of wine. "Besides, I'm not going to ask about you and Erica when you finally get the balls to pop her cherry."
"Hey. Shit. I'm still here." Bethany threw her hands in the air dramatically as they laughed. It was good to belong to people with far better hearts than his. They might find a way to make a good man of him yet. Maybe.
*
Matt left after dinner, and Damon worked beside his girl to get the kitchen cleaned back up and everything back to normal.
"You really think Matt and Erica would be good together?" She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and turned to face him.
"I do. They're a lot alike." He shrugged and finished the red wine in the glass closest to him before moving over to pull her flush against him. "Enough about them. Let's get back to us."
"Are you going back into the office tonight or staying here?" She worked on the buttons at the front of his shirt and licked at her lips.
"I'm staying with you." He brushed his hands down the sides of her head, intertwining his fingers in her hair. "Unless you'd prefer-"
"Don't even." She pushed at his shoulders, forcing him to break contact. Her fingers pressed into the tight muscle of his neck as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders. "I want you to myself every night."
"Good answer." He reached down and pulled her shirt off. "Turn around."
She leaned in and kissed his chest several times before swirling her tongue around his nipple. Her hands cupped him tightly as her nails played with the underside of his sack.
"Turn around." He reached down and removed her hands from him, though the feel of them wrapped around him was almost too delicious to refuse. She needed to remember who was in control. Love could have its way with their relationship, but in the bedroom, he wanted supreme reign. He couldn't imagine it any other way.
She pressed her hands to the counter in front of her and arched her back to rub her ass along the front of his slacks.
He growled and reached down to run his hands down the outside of her thighs as he pressed his chest to her back and smiled. "Find something you like?"
"I like it a lot," she murmured.
He moved back and squeezed her thick curves, loving how big her butt was. She seemed to hate it, but he couldn't get nearly enough of it.
"Come get on your knees for me." He popped her ass and reached up to undo her bra before turning and walking to the living room. He worked himself out of his slacks and let them drop wherever they did.
"On my hands and knees, or-"
"Right here, baby. On your knees. Come suck me off." He turned and stroked himself as her eyes moved down his body and widened a little as they reached his cock.
"Fuck yes." She stopped in front of him and ran her fingernails down his chest as she sunk to her knees, the sweet little bitch making sure to run her lips by his dick as she hit the floor.
"Such a good girl, Beth. You know I love you, right?" He slid his fingers into her hair as she reached for his cock and nodded, ignoring his gaze as she focused on his erection only.
"Yeah, I know." She sucked one of his balls into the warmth of her mouth.
He groaned and pulled back on her hair before tilting himself toward her and rubbing the head of his erection against her pretty lips. "Good. Remember that while I fuck you like I don't."
Chapter 4
Bethany
White-hot electricity danced in the center of her stomach as she toyed with him. The minute he took complete control, it burst out from its epicenter and danced along her pleasure points, leaving her exposed, needy, raw.
"I wish you would unload on me." She stroked up his thick shaft several times before leaning in and taking as much as she could in her mouth. The musky flavor of his excitement was almost enough to throw her over the edge. The man was a beast in the bedroom and deserved someone far more adventurous. Something about him made her want to be that girl no matter the cost.