FORTY

SELENA

The taste of his lips…

His touch…

The feel of his masculine hands all over me as he carefully maps out my body…

For the past weeks, I have yearned for Damon Jones. My day felt incomplete each time I recalled that he was not close enough for me to reach out to. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I decided to bring him to Alejandro’s party with the hope of filling the void that has been growing inside me for the past few days.

But I saw my intentions crashing when Damon showed displeasure because read my recent actions in a closeted way. While that didn’t bother me for too long, an unexpected yet naughty thought crept into my mind and I wanted to take the sexual agreement we had to the next level.

My disappointment was already growing as Damon was more concerned with making his anger known. But, as I suddenly felt his lips against mine, as he tightened his hold around my neck, I felt something inside me jump.

The flesh of our lips captured each other intensely as I tilted my head toward him. His fingers dug into my neck some more and I felt a little purr in my chest.

I was really turned on. I was aroused to the extent that I began to gently circle my lower body against his as he pulled me closer to his body.

As his tongue toured the insides of my mouth hotly, I let out a small moan filled with satisfaction. Then, my lazy hands went to work. One hand rested against the arm that held my throat, the other traveled into the lushness of his hair whose style made him look cute in a way that was somewhat strange to me.

Without meaning to, my eyes flashed open and I met the darkness in his orbs which soon disappeared as he closed his eyes again.

While he increased the intensity of our kiss, his fingers had a solid grip around my chin and with the fear of him ending the lip lock, I closed my eyes and relished that moment some more.

My left leg hooked around his waist, and my calf felt the softness of his butt cheeks.

“Selena…” Damon groaned my name, his voice dangerously low. God… this man is doing crazy things to me. “You are really, really bad for me.” The croak in his almost inaudible voice made me want more of that minute.

“Am I?” I kissed him in a way that urged him not to stop regardless of what he had to say. But, as I felt his fingers dig into my flesh a little more, I realized that his words were nothing to fear.

Damon wants this as much as I do. He can’t stay away from me no matter what. And, that’s the same with me. Ever since the heated moment we spent in the bathroom, Damon messed up my mind. Yes, that day was barely successful, but the way our bodies felt as we touched was insane.

I felt high and I wanted more.

“Shit…” Damon cursed as his waist jerked slightly. The friction I was creating between our groins was working despite the hurdles that hindered our nudity from finding freedom. “Fuck…” he cursed again as he broke our kiss and sniffed the skin below my ear. “Why can’t I stay away from you? Hmm?”

“D- Damon…” As my voice quivered, my brows twitched in reaction as the wetness of his tongue had a single lick over my skin in a slow, provocative manner.

On my end, I could not stop grinding against him. As he pushed my body further and further toward the wall, I became addicted to the way his growing erection felt against my groin. I could not wait for the chance to get some real contact.

While my addiction grew, Damon’s hand fell away from my neck and I felt quite sad about that. I actually felt sparks in my head when his fingers wrapped around my throat earlier. But, his saddening action was followed by lifting me off the floor.

As my legs wrapped around him, as my back felt the chillness of the wall, Damon’s head managed to sneak past the neckline of my gown.

A sigh escaped my lips as my face wore the look of abandonment. The pleasure I felt when his tongue swirled over my right nipple after he took a long sniff over my skin was not explainable. All I know is that I wished to relax at that moment and get my fill of Damon’s touch which I have missed so much.

A lewd look grew on my face as I stared at the arraign of cars ahead of us. The thought of being so exposed made the moment more erotic and I smiled.

Damon noticed the tug on my lips as he didn’t stop looking my way as his lips tortured my nipples pleasantly.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked, his lips surprisingly yet to stop sucking my nipple.

"No,” I replied, my voice barely recognizable. “I wouldn’t dare.”

“You had better not.”

“Or what?”

“Or…” He withdrew his lips from my sensitive bosom and stood straight, his eyes meeting mine intently. “… I will get angry at you.”

“But…” My body wiggled slowly as I wished to continue grinding against his groin. “I want you to get angry, Damon.” His eyes narrowed instantly as his sight fought to stay still. I noticed his eyes kept shifting between my lips and my eyes. Another smile landed on my lips as I caressed his hair and moved my lips toward his ear and said, “Fuck me with anger, Damon.”

My breath sharply ceased for a second as he swiftly caged my neck in his hand again.

“Are you fucking deaf?” Damon growled as I finally released the air in my lungs. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m sorry, that’s not possible. Damon Jones…” The anger that flashed in his narrowed eyes made me glad. “… I want you to fuck me right here.” Before he could say anything, I resumed the hot kiss we started earlier.

Damon fought that contact for a while, but as the hand around my neck relaxed and went on to rest against my breast, he gave in, and soon, he was pulling my gown up, exposing my skin.

“You want to be fucked right here?” he asked with a ragged breath as he pulled my hair, breaking our kiss. His pull was not as gentle as I thought it would be, but I have enraged him, what do I expect?

“Yes,” I replied to him, my voice a whisper.

“Then, make a deal with me.” Our eye contact didn’t fail once, and neither did his hold on my hair.

“What deal?” Damon is quite brazen, I have to admit. Nobody talks get to talk to me the way he carelessly does. Neither do people decide to talk about forming pacts. I am always the one making the deals. That's how it has been.

But, I am amused by how things are going. I just hope it won’t take time. I have a demanding vagina that needs some loving.

As I watched his lips grow into a smirk, I became more curious. Then, Damon said, “For the next month, you must do volunteer work at least three times a week.”

“What? Why would I do that?” My eyes communicated my surprise and slight fury. “Do I look like I have the time to…? Hey! What are you doing?” I questioned him as I felt my body being lowered.

As I desperately held onto his shoulders, Damon said, "If you don't agree to it, you are not getting what you want."

"Excuse me?" I wished to fight his intention to make my feet touch the ground, but his grip was strong, and I had to give in. As my heels kissed the ground, I glared at him. "What sort of rubbish is this?"

"You have to learn some manners, Selena." My eyes twitched as he spoke, his bold eyes telling me that he meant what he said. "Let's do some volunteer work together in the coming weeks. If you agree to the deal, I will fuck you as you want."

While the word 'fuck' sounded strange coming from Damon, I scoffed, my arms crossed over my chest.

I have to learn manners?

What good will manners do?

Those things are ridiculous emotions that give people a chance to ride over you.

"I don't need manners," I said to Damon.

"Okay." My frown deepened as he shrugged and adjusted his blazer. "As of today, we are no longer fuck buddies or whatever you call it. Agree to my deal and we'll continue with yours."

"You are bluffing," I said as I smirked at him. "You were the first to kiss me here. You want me. You just said that you can't stay away from me, so your plan won't work."

I hate that my voice shows my desperation.

What I hate more is the fact that Damon's words have caused chaos inside me. As I listened to him create a clause that now hinders my desires, my heart raced as though I was about to lose something precious.

"You are right..." His footsteps fell backward by two steps. "I want you. But your attitude annoys me. You need to learn a thing or two about being less selfish."

My jaw tightened. "So, you want me to do volunteer work?"

He nodded curtly and I bit into my lip as I felt the growing wetness between my legs beg for someone's touch.

I could walk away right now and get fulfillment from another man, but I can't.

It is Damon I want. His touch is the only one I need.

"What is your response?"

I sighed deeply as I decided to ignore my pleading pussy. My brows quirked gently as I straightened the skirt of my gown and adjusted my ponytail.

"Selena?" Damon called as I began to take slow steps away from him.

Then, without turning, I said, "We have somewhere else to be."

"Huh?"

"I have a gift for you," I replied, my gaze hardened as I fought an inner battle Damon could not see.

As I walked toward the elevator on that floor, I began to formulate ways to get Damon to break his clause. There's no way I am going to spend my time around people I don't care about, doing God knows what.

All I want to do is have sex with Damon. I have waited for so long and I finally want to feel him inside me again.

I want his touch...

I want all of him...

And, his stupid idea won't stop me from getting what I want.