Part 20

/HIS POV/

"Damon!" A loud voice echoed around the living hall and before he knew someone was pulling him in a hug. The CEO cringed at the sudden gestured, not used to the touch and took a step back. He noticed Mia's amused smile.

"Wow, you're tall! Its been so long since we met!" The guy let out an obnoxious laugher, his perfect white teeth on display.

Jake. His mother's friends son. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back, few loose strands falling on his forehead. He had a pointed nose and stormy grey eyes, almost dark under the lighting in the living room. Some would say he's handsome.

Damon cleared his throat. "Yeah...Too long"

"How are you?"

Jake shrugged. "I'm doing great man! Have my own little business. Things are going very well. Not like you, of course. I saw your photo in several magazines, so I think it is also going very well, isn't it?"

Damon nodded slightly and forced a smile, detecting bitterness in his tone. Or maybe he's reading too much into it. Shaking his head, he walked further when he noticed his mother push Mia forward.

"Jake, this is Mia Grace."

The CEO fumed at the way the guy was eyeing her. Like she's a piece of meat. Damon huffed and stared at Mia. She's dressed in a long white gown, slit at her thigh, showing off her long tan legs. His assistant smiled back, politely at Jake.

Jake flashed his pearly whites and leaned in. "Mrs Rossi, you forgot to mention how beautiful she is!"

Mia blushed while Damon fumed. Why was she entertaining the guy?!

Damon's mother giggled, beaming at her husband. "You can tell her here while we go and set up the table on the terrace?"

The CEO faltered at that. He didn't want her to leave her alone with Jake. As he was about to open his mouth to protest, his mother pinned him with a glare. That was enough for him to follow her.

***

After what seemed like endless minutes, Jake and Mia finally were called out to dinner. Damon left a seat next to him empty in hopes of having her beside him, but Jake pulled her away. He wanted them to sit together.

Throughout the night, he couldn't help following her every move out of the corner of my eye. When dinner finally came, it was apparent that things were going relatively well between the two. She was even flirting with Jake.

"So, Mia, Mr and Mrs Rossi told me that you are not from here," Jake asked.

Mia smiled at him. "That's right. My mother is a dentist in a small district. She didn't want me to end up in a small town, so I moved. I was never a big city kid. Everything seems giant to me" His assistant giggled, hiding her mouth behind the glass.

Jake smiled back at her.

Damons jealous. It's scorching through his veins and festering in his stomach and clawing up his throat, ready to spill out in anger.

Who the fuck does Jake think he's anyway?

As he secretly listened to their conversation, his jealousy only grew, sprouting and curling into a pulsing ball of red hot envy and possessiveness. The CEO got no right to feel like this, he knew, but he couldn't help it.

Weeks of sleeping with her and taking care of her in the most intimate way possible...Damon developed that protectiveness of Mia. He's thinking this right as Jake leaned even closer with confident eyes. "You know what I was thinking—"

Damon didn't want to hear the rest. He stood up abruptly, room spinning around him as he muttered something about needing to use the washroom and stalked away.

***

Mia entered the washroom behind him, closing the door and turned to him. "You're jealous."

It's not a question. Just a statement was hanging in the air. He could have easily denied it and not it over, but the CEO grabbed at her waist and pulled in. Damon didn't think twice before crushing their lips together. The harder Damon kissed her, the harder Mia kissed back until he's dominating her mouth, his teeth clamping down on her bottom lip.

"Oh," She sighed, so puzzled, so sexual, the CEO rewarded her by sucking softly, every muscle twitching to mount her proper.

As she was squirming underneath him, and moaning breathily into his mouth, his cock twitched in his pants. It's the taste of her, the taste of her mouth, so sweet, taking his mind to another place. Abruptly he imagined Jake kissing her instead of him, and that thought made his gut clench.

Damon pulled back. "You are going to prep yourself without my help."

She wanted to argue, but he was not in the debating mood. Quickly, with shaky hands, Mia leaned against the counter and with one easy slide, got rid of her one piece. He sucked in a sharp breath, staring at her body in nothing but bra and panties—the lace kind.

Mia slipped her index finger in her mouth, slurping and sucking on them till they were wet, nice and slippery. With his nod of affirmation, she bought her fingers down to the entrance of her hole. Holding his stare, she circled the clit for a few moments, teasingly rubbing and flicking at the bud. He wanted to replace her hand with his mouth, take the pink nub in between his teeth.

Finally, she pushed her finger in, inhaling sharply at the feeling.

Mia wriggled the finger around inside, stretching out as best as she can. After moving the finger around for a while, she added another one, squeezing it in along the first. She breathed deeply as she scissored the fingers, using the look of pure arousal on his face as motivation.

His assistant got lost in the pleasure, her eyes rolled back, and mouth slacked.

"Another."

Her breath hitched, but she nodded, adding another finger alongside the first two. She rested her head against the cold tiles behind, working fingers inside herself. Damon quickly tugged at his pants, pulling his boxers down as his cock uncomfortably slapped against his stomach.

"Enough" Damon batted her hand away.

The CEO slotted a thigh in between her bare legs, giving her something to rut up into as he tried to unhook her bra. She arched into his touch, letting him cup her breast, his fingers rolling the pointed tips. He enclosed his mouth over them, suckling and slurping before moving to the next one.

"Sir" She gasped, her fingers curling into his biceps tightly.

Damon lined up, using an arm to hitch one of her legs up for easier access as his cock brushed against her hole. He eased in slowly, not bothering to let her adjust before pulling out and ramming back in again.

Mia went slack, mouth gaping open as he carved out a brutal pace.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, excruciatingly, leaving imprints.

The sound of skin slapping echoed around the room, but neither of them cared, too lost in chasing their highs. Damon rammed in particularly hard, ears ringing at her strangled whine.

Mia gasped, arching and clutching on to his shoulders. "I think I'm..."

"Don't," Damon grunted. "Not until I say you can."

She keened as he rammed up into her again, cutting off any possible reply.

"Do you think Jake could fuck you like this?"

Mia opened and closed her mouth, too lost in his thrusts to reply. The way her head lolled back in bliss, eyes fluttered shut, and body went rigid before falling slack as she's trying to hold it in. She whined in the back of her throat, finally letting go. Damon fucked her through it, letting go of her wrists so he can run both hands down her sides soothingly.

Mia was trembling, a flush blossoming down her cheeks trailing till the chest. She was red in the face, gasping and mumbling coherent sentences in his ear. Damon sped up, his orgasm approaching soon. He wanted her to come twice though, maybe not first, but at the same time. He reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her chest in favour of stuffing three fingers into her mouth, jamming them back.

As always, she jolted and whined, loving the feeling of being constrained like that, of being filled up by him in two places.

"Look at you, Mia." The CEO rasped, hitching one of her legs higher so that he can slide in deeper and deeper. He couldn't hold it any longer. With a grunt, he came first, and she followed again right after, lips parted on a silent scream.

They were still tangled together, sweaty and messy arms around while leaning against the cold tile. Few seconds passed by when Damon slid his fingers out and cradled her face gently, cutting off her pained sounds and kissing her through it.

Mia tried to move away, her body twitching from exhaustion and chest heaving for air.

Just then they heard a sharp knock on the door.

***