Chapter 2 Two
Chapter 2
Tessa's POV
Damon.
Ok, that's a name that I wouldn't mind screaming out loud. What is wrong with me?!
I quickly take a big gulp out of my drink to see if it can help cleanse my mind.
"Woah. Slow down there." Damien eyes me tentatively. "I don't want you getting drunk. It's going to put a pin on my plans here." He eyes my drink. "How many of those have you had?"
This is just my second drink of the night. I didn't want to be intoxicated if I did eventually end up hooking up with a stranger. I might be throwing my virginity away but I still want to remember how it went.
That's when I remember what he just said. "Put a pin to your plan? What plans do you have?" What are the chances that this handsome stranger is a creep or worse, a serial killer? I nearly slap myself just as the thought enters my head. If he was a creep or a serial killer, wouldn't it be easier for him to simply get me drunk and then lead to to wherever he plans to chop my-
"My plans to spend the night with you," he whispers into my ear.
So occupied with my stupid imagination, I totally missed him leaning back into my space. The hair on my neck rises from where his breath touched me and a shiver runs down my spine. What exactly do I say to that? Will 'yes, please' sound too desperate.
"I want you very sober for what I'm going to do to you." His lips brushes my earlobe and I let our a whimper. I let out a freaking whimper!
I can't even find it within me to feel ashamed. Not when his body heat and scent is wrapping around me and turning my head to mush.
At the prospect of sounding like a harlot, I lean into him and ask softly, "Should we leave?"
"I was afraid that you wouldn't ask."
Some bills get thrown onto the table, my purse is snatched from the table and then my arm is trapped in Damian's grip as he pulls me with him.
His impatience is almost enough to make me laugh except that I'm feeling the exact same way about him. I want to get out of here and be underneath him already.
He stops in front of a black mercedes and pulls out a set of keys from his pocket. He opens the passenger's door and gestures for me to get in.
I get my first doze of uncertainty since he sat down beside me. What on earth do I think that I'm doing? Am about to leave the club with a perfect stranger all because I want some dick?
"Tessa, please tell me that you aren't backing down," Damien whispers into my ear with his front pressed into my back. My lips part as I feel his hard cock presses against my ass.
"I-" My words end there with nothing else leaving my parted lips. It's as though I've lost my sense of speech. Am I making a big mistake here?
"Get into the car," Damian gruff out, his voice tight and strained. "We need to get the fuck out of here before I'll do something that will get us arrested for public nudity."
His words sends a jolt through me and I find myself moving into his car and sealing my fate.
Damien shuts the door once I'm in and goes round the car to the driver's side where he gets in and slides the key into the ignition.
"Where are we going?" I ask softly with my fingers twirling and gripping the edge of the short gown I have on.
"I have a house close by. We'll stay there for the night," he throws out with his gaze on the road. One of his hand leaves the steering wheel and clamps down on my bare thigh. "Is that ok with you?"
For a minute, I forget how to talk. "Y-yes, it's ok."
His hand slides up my thighs, drawing my dress up with the movement. "There's something that I've been pondering over." He goes higher. "Your dress is basically paper thin. How come there isn't any pantie line? Is it because you're wearing a g-string or..." His fingers go higher and my head falls back on the head rest behind me.
I moan when his fingers graze my bare sex that isn't covered with an underwear.
"Fuck," Damien groans, sounding like he's in pain.
He boldly cups my sex and my hip jerk out in surprise, pressing myself harder into his palm.
"You're already dripping wet for me, sweetie," he draws out. His arm on the steering is clenched tight, making the veins on his arm to pop out.
His words make me realise that he's right. I'm the horniest that I've ever been and it's all because of this man that I haven't yet shared a kiss with.
"That's right. Ride my hand and make yourself come."
That's when I realize that I'm doing exactly that. Like a slut, I'm actually pressing my sex into Damien's palm and trying to tip myself over that edge. Yet, even with knowing how sex deprived I look, I can't make my hip stop jerking forward.
"We're here," Damien announces and his hand comes out from under my dress.
I whine before I realizing that I'm even doing it.
"As soon as we get in there, I'm going to give you the orgasms that you deserve," he murmur, his eyes nearly dark.
I take my find look at the house where I'm going to be losing my virginity and my eyes widen. The "house" in front of me is a freaking mansion.
"Tessa?"
Damien's voice pulls me out of my trance and I look to the side to find out that my door is opened and Damien has a hand stretched out to help me out of the car.
Accepting his offer, I grip his strong hand and step out from the car.
Damien crowds my space and his head lowers to give me a kiss that turns out to be the first of many more that night.