Chapter 365: The Softest Kind of Greedy (18+)

I woke up slowly, like I was swimming through warm water, feeling heavy and sore in ways that made the shift of the sheets against my skin feel intentional...almost enough to keep me under the covers forever.

I noticed some faint bruises on my hips, a reminder of fingers that knew just how hard to hold, along with a scattering of dark kisses on my throat and chest that pulsed with my heartbeat when I breathed too deeply.

There was a comforting, dull ache low in my body that brought back memories of every hour from the night before, and I let myself sink into it for a moment, eyes still closed, the world narrowing down to the soft mattress and the warmth of another body pressed against my back.

Damien was already awake, of course, no surprise there.

He woke up earlier than a damn rooster most of the times.

He was snug against me, his mouth warm on the side of my neck, one hand slipping under the covers with a lazy confidence that suggested he knew exactly what he was going to find.

His fingers found my nipple, rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger with a slow and familiar pressure that sent a little spark of sensation through my sleep-fogged brain.

He did it again, softer this time, then a bit harder, like he was gauging how much it took to elicit a reaction from me.

The way he did it was both patient and teasing, thumb circling the tightened peak while his fingers squeezed and released in a rhythm that had my breath catching even before I was fully awake.

I swatted at him without opening my eyes, my voice rough and cranky from sleep and the way my body was starting to respond whether I wanted it to or not. "Hmm, go away...wasn’t two rounds last night enough for you?"

I could hear his smile against my skin, a soft huff of amusement that vibrated into the hinge of my jaw.

"I can’t get enough of you. I told you...I’m addicted." He kissed the hinge of my jaw, slow and open-mouthed, his words warm against my skin.

I scoffed, "Insatiable freak."

"Sunshine... baby. I have work in a couple of hours. I really need you, you look so beautiful like this. Let me suck your cock."

Heat rushed to my face even though I was still half-asleep.

"I wanna sleep some more..." I mumbled.

Damien just hummed softly, amused, the sound vibrating against my throat.

"Then sleep. I won’t disturb you."

I sighed, knowing he was lying, and closed my eyes again as if that might change anything.

"Fine. Do whatever you want with me, freak."

He took that permission to heart.

He shifted down the bed slowly, careful not to jostle me too much even though we both knew I wouldn’t stay asleep through this.

Gently, he spread my thighs apart and settled between them, kissing the tip of my cock and taking the still-soft length of me into his mouth as if he had all the time in the world.

The first touch of warm heat made me twitch, and he started off slowly, warm, patient pressure, his tongue tracing my dick while his lips sealed and released in a rhythm that felt more coaxing than demanding.

He lingered at the head, tongue swirling, then sank down again, taking more in, the wet sounds soft and filthy against the quiet of the room.

One hand stroked what his mouth couldn’t take yet, slow and steady, his thumb pressing just under the head on every upstroke, while the other hand rested possessively on my stomach, grounding me.

I tried to stay quiet, biting the inside of my cheek, fingers curling into the sheets as pleasure built despite the remnants of sleep still hanging around.

Damien was relentless in the softest way, sucking deeper, the warm heat of his mouth wrapping around me until I was hard against his tongue whether I liked it or not.

He took me further, his throat working around the head, and the slow, deliberate way he swallowed made my hips twitch helplessly.

When I finally came, it was with a muffled, shaky sound I couldn’t fully suppress, hips jerking as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

Damien swallowed it all, his throat working, and kept licking me through it with soft, careful strokes of his tongue that quickly became overstimulation, leaving me trembling and trying to twist away, but he just hummed around me, like the sound of my broken breathing was exactly what he wanted.

He didn’t give me long to recover.

He turned me onto my side with easy strength, spooning up behind me so that the warm weight of his body lined up with every inch of my back.

I was still loose and slick from the night before, and he only needed a bit more preparation, with two fingers sliding in and out with lazy confidence, spreading what’s left of last night’s mess, until the thick head of his heavy cock was pressing against me.

He slid in with a low, satisfied groan that vibrated against the back of my neck, burying himself to the hilt in one slow, relentless push that made my breath escape in a soft, punchy sound.

He fucked me slowly at first, deep, lazy rolling thrusts that kept him buried so completely that I could feel every inch of him, the stretch, the heat, and how he seemed determined to stay as deep as possible.

One arm locked around my waist, pulling me tight against him, while the other hand returned to my nipples, pinching and rolling them with that same slow, knowing pressure from earlier until I was gasping into the pillow.

He kissed and nibbled at the side of my neck the whole time, leaving fresh marks over the old ones, teeth grazing just hard enough to make me shiver.

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, pretending I might still be asleep if I just refused to acknowledge any of it.

Damien chuckled darkly against my skin, the sound low and fond and filthy all at once.

"Sounds like you’re still awake, baby."

I stayed silent, squeezing my eyes tighter, and he responded to that silence by changing the angle of his hips.

His thrusts grew firmer, deeper, angled just right so that every slow roll of his body rubbed against my prostate with that devastating precision.

The pleasure sharpened, brightened, became damn near impossible to ignore, and I couldn’t help the soft, helpless sound that escaped me.

"Wakey wakey, Sunshine. Stop pretending."