52 Losing it

52 Secrets
Date = 17 January
Place = San Francisco (Mel’s house) (Damion’s house)

POV – Damion

WARNING – sex scene!!!

Food, sleep, beer, sex — that’s what I need right now, and not necessarily in that order. I earnestly can’t tell you what I want first cause all are fighting for the honor of the highest priority.

I’m hungry. Frustrated. Dead-gone tired. Horny.

I feel like a shaken bottle of soda that’s about to explode.

I’ve never even thought about a girl for more than five seconds, what to say minutes, hours, days, weeks! And it’s driving me fucking insane.

After she left Italy my head has been spinning faster than the bikes around the track.

I know she’s hiding something. Or I’m pretty sure.

It’s not something pertinent exactly … like she pushed me away or something … I claimed her on almost every piece of furniture in that penthouse and some. She even rode me on that fucking deckchair … banishing Chloe’s photo for good. So it’s not that.

But I just can’t figure out what it can be. And trust me, I’ve been twirling every fucking possibility around in my mind. And since Chloe is not the problem, the only conclusion I could come up with is that she got spooked by my demons.

Alejandro kept an eye on her for me, and according to my brother, she’s distant, in her own world, and looking kinda off.

Here I am standing at her door.

Tired, hungry, horny … Mel can satisfy all my needs in one go — sex, eat, sleep.

Knock-knock-knock!!

Mel opens the door and it’s as if the devil came knocking. Her face turns pale.

“Oh ship!” She slams the door in my face. Not exactly the welcome I was hoping for.

The door reopens slowly and she peeks around it with a guilty face. So many emotions rush over her — sketchy being one of them. There are a few seconds of silence as if she’s getting her thoughts in order.

“You’re back!” She runs into my arms with a little piglet squeal and I hold onto her for dear life. Damn, I’ve missed this girl like I can’t explain.

She is wearing one of my T-shirts, which my caveman side adores.

“Eh, long time no see.” She’s definitely nervous.

“Yeah, way too long. Can I come in?” She still is not moving but looks over her shoulder into the house and then back at me. A sickening feeling is starting to grow inside my guts. What is wrong?

“Sure,” I walk past her my eyes searching for anything out of the ordinary, but find nothing.

“Damion?” Her voice wavers, riddled with emotion. “I —”

I don’t let her finish that thought as I yank her into me and crush my mouth to hers. Oh, how I’ve missed this mouth. All the longing explodes between us in a rush of wanting emotions. The urgency is palpable. She ignites around me. Her fingers are in my hair, pulling hard.

Her hunger is unexpected. She missed me too. And with that thought desire bursts through me. The need to feel myself buried deep inside her is paramount. And right there my dick decides the highest priority — sex first. Then eat. More sex. Then sleep.

She moans as my fingers find the hem of my T and slip underneath. My goal is to pull it off and take her right here.

“Emm,” Kiara coughs behind us. Get a grip. I slowly slide my tongue from her mouth and even more slowly drag my lips from hers. But I keep her body against mine.

“Do you want some coffee?” Kiara asks.

No. I want Mel. “Yes.” My heartbeat staggers to a more normal rhythm and I pull back, gazing down at her, and I’m panting and horny as hell. I reluctantly slide my arms to my sides, letting her go.

I lick my lips to salvage the taste of her kiss as we enter the kitchen, watching her sexy-as-fuck hips swaying in front of me. I want every inch of her and then some. I want to lose myself in her, get lost in that little voodoo pussy of hers.

But first … coffee I guess. Kiara disappears into her room.

Mel bends over to grab the milk from the fridge, her tight little denim cut-off pulls into her V, giving me a satisfying indecent view of her ass. She keeps fidgeting with her hands, wringing them together, waiting for the machine to spurt out into the cup. Is she anxious because she’s horny, or is something else up?

“Okay,” Kiara throws her handbag onto the counter, “I’m gonna sleep over at Axel’s so you two can have the house to yourselves.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” I give her a great big thankful smile.

My eyes land on a book on the counter right next to her bag — ‘What To Expect When You’re Expecting’

I pick it up with a frown.

The girls look at each other with huge eyes and pale faces. Is Kiara pregnant? Is that why they’re so on edge?

Kiara quickly grabs the book from my hand, hugging it to her chest.

“Eh … a friend … eh Ava …” she stutters, “You know Ava … right … she is expecting her first baby … we want to give her the book as a present.” She doesn’t look me in the eye, she just stares at the floor.

“R.i.g.h.t —” Mel says slowly, “But she doesn’t want anyone to know yet.” I nod. It makes sense. I’m just relieved to hear that Kiara is not the one with a bun in the oven. I think the Blackburn brothers will kill the dude — they tend to think of Kiara as a cousin.

I sigh. I don’t even want to think of how they will react the day I knock up their sister. It’s going to be painfully hilarious.

“Eh … so … I’ll be going now.” She takes her bag … and the book and almost runs to the door. Mel lets out a deep breath. Girls can be so fucking weird.

“Lock that door!” I shout out and listen satisfyingly as the lock clicks behind her.

For a beat, we both stare at the closed door. Then Mel breaks the silence.

“Want to tell me how your event went? Did you get the riders you need?” She holds out the coffee to me. I take it and put it on the counter, then jag her into my body.

“Oh,” she moans, her mouth forming a perfect little O I would love to fuck. My hands move to cup her butt and I push her hips into mine. My tongue dives into her mouth.

Fuck … the taste of her. It’s intoxicating, and I want her like I’ve never wanted anything before.

I grind into her so there’s no way she can miss the perpetual hardon I’m sporting. My arms trap her tight as I move my mouth, nibbling all the way down her neck to the bottom of her ear.

“Before small talk, there’s something I want to do first.”

There’s no girth in her voice as she asks, “What do you want to do?” But there’s plenty of ludicrousness in her eyes.

The croak in my voice, the hardness in my pants — there’s no mistaking what I want to do.

“You,” I wail. “I want to do you.” She stares at me with huge dark eyes filled with hunger. She’s not playing fair. I flip the button on those teeny-tiny shorts and shove them down to the floor. She’s wearing the sexiest laciest little piece of black underwear ever.

“Flip, Mel —” My chest heaves, my heart beats at a frenetic rhythm. “I don’t have any control left.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“I like you out of control.” My eyes fly open and a guttural sigh heaves from my throat as my dick pulse against her belly.

“Now take me hard.” Gone. I’m fucking gone.

I pick her up and lay her down on the kitchen island.

A primal need surges through me like unraveled passion and my lips land on hers with reckless abandon as I force her into a devouring kiss. I push her back and rip that teasing piece of lace at the bottom — leaving the top around her waist. She mews and her knees spread apart.

“Holy fuck, Mel …” I rasp at the sight.

“What?” she giggles sinfully and slips her finger slowly and teasingly through her fold.

“Mmggg,” I groan while I look down to watch the teasing torment of her sex and I fucking almost explode. I grab that naughty finger and push it into my mouth and suck, tasting her.

“I … am going … to make love to you … all night … baby,” I try to form a coherent sentence, “— but first I need to fuck you.” Stepping into her, pressing between her legs, I bring my mouth back to hers. My hands run down her chest, cupping her breasts through the thin layer of the T … but it’s not enough. My hands descend to her hips and I grab the shirt and take it off gasping at the sight of her in a lacy black bra, matching the thong. She’s so fucking beautiful.

I pull both bra cups down to expose her tits.

Her tantalizing nipples and coquettish clit beckon me, but my need is just too great. I swear I’ll give them all the fucking attention they deserve later. I run a finger over her cleft and slip it into her seam, finding her wet and wanting. She wriggles in pleasure as I coat her with her own dampness. Fuck this.

I unbutton my pants and peel them down, freeing my hard throbbing cock.

I kiss her again, my tongue licks her lips. Tasting. Strawberries. I fucking love strawberries.

“You taste like strawberries.”

“Please—” she gasps and pulls on my hair as my finger circles inside her.

I push her back and grab her legs just under her bent knees, raising them up and over my shoulder. I tease her opening with my dick, coating my tip with her sweet cream.

“Mmm,” she moans. I push inside slowly but to the hilt, and my eyes fall close in perfect fucking ecstasy. I still — buried completely within her. That voodoo pussy closes around my penis like a goddamn glove, and I grunt out loudly.

“Oh fuck, angel,” I rasp as my control slips. My eyes blaze over her body and up to her baby-blues. The muscles of my torso strain. “You feel so damn good.”

My body is on fire with wild need as I try to rein my control back in — but it’s depleted. I slip out and slam back in, holding onto her hips.

“Yes … please …” she cries and throws me over the edge. I start a merciless pace, out, then thrusting back in, over and over, each time moaning her name.

There’s a knock on the door. Not breaking rhythm I glare at the entrance.

Mel’s body taunts for a second at the sound and I grab her breast and roll her nipple between my fingers to distract her. She groans and arches her back.

Even if I wanted to, I can’t stop … not even if it’s the devil who came knocking.

“Fuck. Off. We’re. Busy.” I shout breathlessly between pumps.

“Damion!” Mel is lost in her building orgasm, excited little pleas, and cries of ecstasy. I can feel the surge building inside me, her channel tightening around me, as I piston in and out.

“Fuck!” Jackson curses on the other side of the door. It is the devil.

“He’s pumping our sister,” Logan grunts. And I’m faintly aware of more voices swearing.

It is the devil and his brothers.

But I can’t give a damn. I’m on the verge of finding release. Mel squirms and scrapes her nails on the marble slab.

“Damion …” her voice hoarse with desire. Her hips lift and move with mine. I increase the rhythm. It’s brutal and hot, and fucking amazing.

I feel her cum — scorching wet she tightens blissfully around me — and she milks my orgasm right out of me. I squirt her insides with each lustful thrust as her name falls from my lips over and over again: “Mel … Mel … Mel … Mel.”

“I love you,” I whisper softly. Our eyes catch. “Me too.” It’s true. I can see it in her eyes.

For several moments the only sounds in the room are our rapid breaths and pounding heartbeats. I move her legs from my shoulders and pull out.

She quickly sits up straight and turns around to face the door. She burps out a nervous giggle.

“Do you think he’s gone?” she whispers with big eyes — still dark navy blue from the thundering orgasm. I shrug my shoulders. I hope so, but I really don’t give a fuck. Oh, I know this little stunt might have thrown me into the dog box, but it was worth it.

She chuckles, then jumps down, and with one hand between her legs, keeping in the juices, she trots down the hall — her shredded underwear around her middle, her breasts spilling from her bra — with me checking out the sight of her little tight naked ass. My dick flips up, ready for another round.

I pick up the discarded clothes, and only in my shirt do I follow her. This time, I’m going to take my time with her, giving each body part the attention it needs. I find her in the bathroom, wiping herself clean.

“You owe me some underwear,” she teases holding up the torn lace I so erotically destroyed.

“Maybe you should start going commando all the time.” I can only smirk. Just the thought of it grabs my pecker by the head. She grabs a razor and some soap.

“Now, go, I need to clean up,” she snips and looks down to where my eager organ peeps out from where he’s lifting my shirt before she adds, “Alone.” My face drops.

“You order some food and keep the bed warm.” I can do that. I take off my shirt and slip buck-naked under the covers, leaning back.

“Mew.” Apparently, I haven’t seen the little kitten sleeping on the pillow. A puffed-up ball of black fur peers at me with angry green eyes.

I scoop up the cat and hold him to my chest in apology as I switch on the television.

Animal Planet.

And as if sitting here with a twisted hardon waiting for a girl to shave her legs, is not bad enough on its own, they show the mating rituals of … cats.

Doom sits up and pays attention as if he’s following every word the person is saying.

‘If a female cat in heat has access to an intact male, the chances she’ll become pregnant are high! First, they’ll engage in some flirting behavior which can last several hours. After the courtship, the female will assume a crouched position with her tail to one side. If she’s not quite ready to be mated, she’ll let the male know in no uncertain terms.’

“Looks like all females are alike, no matter the species,” I inform the cat.

‘But if she allows a willing tom, he will put his front feet on either side of her, take a hold of her neck with his teeth, and enter her with his penis and ejaculate. The penis entering the vagina will induce ovulation. The penis has barbs on it and may cause pain when it’s withdrawn.’

“Fucking hell. Maybe it’s a good thing they took your balls, pal.”

“Mew.” It’s the saddest little sound I’ve ever heard and I pick him up and cuddle him against my chest.

I’m pretty glad I don’t have spikes on my ding-dong. Very fucking glad.

‘The female will scream, hiss, and move away, swatting aggressively at the male cat. If cat mating is interrupted, cats can get aggressive so once the mating process has started, leave them well alone.

I think of the brothers at the door earlier. Serves them right. No one likes being interrupted.

‘The cats may mate again to ensure that ovulation has been induced. The female may also mate with other males during her fertile period so subsequent kittens may have more than one father.’

“That’s what happens when you fuck without a rubber,” I joke. “I bet she will trick the richest Tommy into paying child support, poor sucker.” I scratch Doom’s head. A thought of Mel having babies with some other dick jumps to mind and it alone tears my heart. One day she’s going to have my babies … only mine.

Time to change the channel. And I land on … Titanic — the gayest movie ever.

“What a load of bull,” I say when the iconic scene floods the screen. “Can you imagine ever doing something as fanny as that?” I ask the cat.

“Mew,” Doom agrees from where he settled on my chest.

“Why?” Mel chuckles while leaning against the bathroom doorframe, wearing nothing but skin.

“Would it threaten your manhood?” I look down. I have a boner for the record books lifting up the sheet.

“Oh, my manhood is just fine.” She stares at the billowing sheet with adoringly big puppy-dog eyes and lick her lips. I’m going to make her scream and hiss and meow and purr all night long.