Sleepless Nights(22)

My heart starts to pound. My palms get sweaty, or at least I think they do because I can’t seem to grip the sides of the seat. I don’t answer him.

Damien sighs and hangs his head. I don’t want that to be us. I don’t want him to ask me an important question and I turn him down because I’m too afraid of myself. “What’re we doin’ here, Glossy? I want you in my bed, in my house, in my fuckin’ everyday life. You been my old lady for two months!”

Like something out of a dream I raise my hands and place them on either side of his face. His hard body lays on top of me and I love how he feels. We fit together perfectly, so perfectly no one fit together as perfectly as we do. His serious denim eyes bore into me and I realize I want more with him than I ever wanted with Victor. It’s just hard to let go of Victor. I’ve known him all my life and I fear what will happen when he comes back. I don’t want to go back to that girl I used to be. The one who hid behind him and let him make all the decisions.

So I blurt out, “Marry me.”

Damien surprises me though. He smirks down at me and trails his thumb along my cheek. “Why do you want to get married all of a sudden? You couldn’t even give me an answer about movin’ in together.”

I refuse to take my eyes off of him. My beautiful Damien. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want Victor to come back and take this all away from me. He can’t if we get married. I keep thinking about it, you know? How I let my mom and him talk me into things I didn’t want to do. I don’t want to go back to that. Save me from that, please. Keep me, me.”

He leans all the way down and kisses me. Our tongues touch and we start to shift around to get a better angle. My elbow flies out and hits the radio button. “I Caught Myself” by Paramore comes on and it couldn’t be more perfect.

My hands go into his cut, sliding it down his arms. It gets trapped at his elbows and I like him caged against me. It doesn’t last long though, because he needs to touch me. That’s what I love about him, when we are like this; he always has to be touching me. He wants me to know his mind is on me and no one else.

He pulls away to get the cut off and I grin at the view. Damien straddling my hips with nothing on but his jeans. All that golden skin on display teasing my eyes with its beauty. His muscles bunch and strain as he leans back over me, his lips heading right for my neck. He sucks so hard I gasp and wiggle underneath him. That kind of hurts.

He lifts his head back up and stares down at me. “Yeah, I’ll marry you. I ain’t gonna let that fucker take away what’s mine. No one gets to see you like this ever again. Just me and God, baby.”

I laugh but it gets cut off when he picks me up and tosses me into the back seat. He climbs out the passenger side door and pushes the front seat forward before climbing into the back seat with me. He doesn’t take his time now. My shirt is thrown over my head and my bra is ripped off my body. He lowers his head to suck a hard nipple into his mouth and I forget about being drunk dizzy. I’m Damien dizzy now.

My hand snakes down to fight with his jeans. The button comes through the loop and my hand goes in to touch his erection. While we’ve made out lots of times, I always stop it before we get here. But now my drunk and horny body wants to go all the way.

“You’re gonna ride me, Ashley. Up and down my cock until you can’t take it anymore,” Damien whispers at me as he raises his head. His eyes are black as midnight in the dark but I can feel them piercing me with their intensity. “I’m gonna have that pussy comin’ all over me.”

I moan loudly at his words and I can’t bring myself to care. Not as his hand goes into my pants like a man on a mission. His rough fingers touch warm silkiness and I jerk against his chest. He touches along my clit causing me to jerk some more before he slowly pushes one finger into my slick channel. My hips start to pump, making my sex move along his fingers and hand. “That’s it, baby girl. Fuck my hand. Take what you need.”

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” I keep repeating it over and over again. I don’t even care if I sound stupid. I swear on my life nothing has ever felt this good before.

Nothing.

Before I know it I’m squeezing his fingers with my body and crying out his name. I think even my eyes rolled back in my head. He doesn’t give me time to recover before he’s jerking my pants off and ripping my underwear apart.

He leans back in the seat and pulls his erection out, pumping it once then twice. His head is resting against the back of the seat as “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails comes on the radio.