Say My Name, Baby

Say My Name, Baby
"Chapter 52
Damon;
It feels surreal. But with Liv, loving her, mere being by her side was everything to me. Mean a whole fucking lot than she'd ever imagine.

I don't know how or what I might do if she had chosen to be with Marcus still.

Asking her if she wanted me to fuck him out of her head was meant to be a light joke to stop her from thinking about him. From making every moment of ours be about him. I hate that they got to share moments together and the thought of that alone still irked me.

The last thing I wanted was for her to harbor any thoughts regarding Marcus. And because I equally couldn't take my hands off her, because I couldn't get enough of her, I proceeded to give her what she wanted.

I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers inside her. The soft gasps I had always loved escaping her lips as I curled them deeper, holding her very close.

"Look at me Peach." I whispered. Her tightly shut eyes fluttered open as she struggled to meet my gaze.

She was squirming, pushing her hips forward to meet my thrusts. So tight and wet and warm. And almost on edge. My pace increased, frantic, watching her every expression. And when she finally did meet my gaze, I leaned in closer so our noses touched, breathing heavily.

"I love you so fucking much." The words came out in a breathy whisper. "You know that right?"

Her eyes watered instantly, and her pussy tightened around my fingers, fluttering. She panted, her fingers curling round my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh.

"Peach..."

"Yes...yes Damon. I love you. I love you too."

I heard a sharp intake of breath. Very subtle, but close. Not from me, nor her.

But she was on the edge, clamoring to meet my thrusts, and I didn't relent. I fucked her deeper, faster against the wall. My lips crushed on hers in a searing kiss. Swallowing her moans and gasps as I let her ride her high.

Taking out my fingers, I brought them to my lips, sucking on it deeply, my eyes fluttering close as I tasted her. "I can't get enough of you." I said, relishing in her taste. Then I parted her lip with said fingers, pushed them in. She sucked on tht. Her tongue sliding over it slowly, savory, and the sight almost sent hear straight to my dick.

"I want you inside me, Damon. Right now. Please."

And in that moment, I walked her backwards until her back hit the counter beside the sink. And then I hoisted her up on it. Spreading her legs wider so I could step in.

The bathroom smelt of warm steam and lavender from her soap, but all I could taste was her. Her skin was damp, gooseflesh rising where my hands have brushed. I pressed her back harder against the cool sink, feeling the hard edge under her spine, and she moaned in a way that made something hot and dangerous coil in my gut.

I’d heard the place settle — a quiet, small sound, like someone testing a door earlier. I knew Marcus’s feet even when he’s not speaking. I heard the pause, the breath held on the other side of the gap. The sharp intake of breath when she told me she loved me. The door was already slightly ajar.

He’s there. He thinks he can watch. Let him.

I didn't tell her. I kept my face buried in the hollow of her neck, tasted the salt of her skin, let my hand slide between her thighs where she was wet and trembling. She’s so soft, so fragile under my fingers, and the need to leave my mark on was is a low animal thing that took over.

“Shh,” I murmured into her hair, my voice rough. “Just feel me.”

Her breath quickened. Anticipating.

I pushed the waistband of her panties down with one slick movement, fingers finding her still slick, hot and a bit sore, I could tell. She cried out, a sound I would drown for.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"You." She didn't hesitate. "I want you Damon, please."

And then I leaned back just enough to see the split of the door through the mirror. Marcus was a shape in the doorway, eyes wide. He looked frozen—caught like a thief. Good. Let him choke on it.

She couldn't see him. Too lost in the bliss my fingers were giving her, with my body blocking her view.

I brought my mouth to her jaw, kissed a rough, claiming line from bone to throat. I freed my aching dick from my briefs, feeling the hot flesh in my palm.

Her eyes followed my movement. And she brought her eager hands on it, letting a huge sigh as she rubbed it along her folds.

"Fuckkkk...."

"Open wider for me baby."

She did, and in that very moment, I let my gaze lock at the hidden figure behind the door...and shoved inside her in one rough thrust.

I saw him stumble backwards. Shocked? I wonder why. A rush of possessiveness filled me that moment, and my thrusts became rough and fast, taking her deeper than ever.

Her hands went to my shoulders, nails digging in as I picked up the tempo, thrusting in and out, curling up to hit the place that made her see stars. Her hips bucked hard and I matched the rhythm, the echo of her moans filling the bath room. I made them loud on purpose. I let them ring out like a bell for him to hear.

"Want me to fuck him out of your system?" I asked her. Wanting to hear her say it.

"Yes! Yes, faster."

"Tell me what you want, baby. Be specific."

"I... I need you...."

She arched her back, but I held her to my chest possessively. Thankfully she was still on her tank top. As much as it pleases me to make him realize who she belonged to, I fucking didn't want his eyes on her naked body.

"What do you need me to do?"

Her lashes fluttered. “Damon—” she gasped, breathless.

I slowed my thrusts a bit, wanting the moment to last. The sight of her alone, the feel of her clenching around my dick was enough to make me spill inside her. But this fucking intruder still stood at the door. So I might as well give him a fucking show he would never forget, "Tell me, Peach. Use your words."

I made her look up at me, her eyes filled with want. "I..I want you to fuck him out of my system."

A ghost of a smile spread across my lip. And I pulled out slightly and slammed back inside her, causing her to scream out loud, her eyes shutting tightly.

"I didn't hear that baby. What exactly do you want? How do you want me?"

She sucked in a breath as I fucked her deep and slow, her body trembling in my arms.

"I want to forget about him." She said. "I want you to...fuck me harder."

I found his eyes on the mirror again. Still wide eyed, frozen in place.

I smiled against her temple, and whispered something filthy right under her ear so only she can feel the heat of it. But I didn't stop the sound. I wanted her ex fiance to hear the way her body begged my name. I wanted him to see the way her mouth forms me. I needed him to see that she answers me. That she belonged to me alone.

He shifted, caught between wanting to look away and being unable to. His face went pale when he realized the line of my arm around her waist, when he saw her head fall back and my mouth claim her neck. There’s no hiding that she was coming undone for me.

I took her mouth in a possessive kiss—hard, swallowing, claiming—and I didn't soften it. I kissed her like I was erasing everything Marcus ever thought he had a right to. I let my deep emotions for her surface as I kissed her hard. Lovingly, but possessively.

As my tongue pressed into her, I grow louder, “Say my name, baby.”