Mr big, p.6
Mr. Big, page 6
“Oh God, Damien!”
“I want you to come for me, Olivia,” he rasps against my pussy, his tongue swirling over my clit. “I want to feel this pretty pussy come all over my tongue so I can taste every drop of you.” He grunts as he sucks my clit between his lips again and rolls his tongue across it. His fingers sink deep inside of me, curling up and against my g-spot until it hits me like lightning.
When I come, I scream in pleasure. My hips push hard against his mouth, and I cry out again and again as wave after wave of pure pleasure crashes over me. His tongue never stops licking and swirling around my clit through it all, sending me into orgasm after orgasm until I’m gasping for air.
He pulls away, letting me breathe before he starts to kiss his way up my body. I tremble, moaning as he slides between my legs. He stops himself with his lips inches from mine before he closes the divide and presses them hotly to my mouth. His lips are slick with my cum, and I’ve never once tasted myself before, but when he kisses me like that, I kiss him back eagerly. I can taste myself on his mouth, and it makes me want him even more, as if that was even possible. It makes me feel dirty, but in a naughty, eager way.
Damien kisses me deeply as he yanks his shirt open, baring his gorgeous, perfectly chiseled chest and abs to my eager eyes. His belt falls open, and he drops his pants, revealing an absolutely huge bulge pulsing against the thin black cotton of his underwear. My eyes widen, and I can actually feel my pulse throbbing harder and hotter. His hands slip over his rock-hard model abs and slide into the waist of his boxers. Slowly, he peels them down, making my pulse beat faster and making my eyes grow wider until suddenly, his cock springs free.
My jaw falls open, and my entire body tightens and clenches with desire. Desire and certainly a little apprehension. Because Damien Rook isn’t just big. Damien is absolutely huge. I stare at his thick cock almost in disbelief. It has to be half the length of his thigh, and as thick as my wrist. Fat, throbbing, and veined, with a swollen, bulbous head. His cock is freaking gorgeous, and it’s almost like the mere sight of it has my body aching for more, even if I’m also slightly scared. Again, I’ve only slept with one man, and Jake wasn’t even in the same ballpark as Damien. No, my ex had a penis. Damien has a cock, and the longer I stare at him, the more my cheeks burn as I realize it’s making me wet just looking at him.
I watch as he wraps his hand around his big dick, stroking it slowly as he moves between my spread legs. He groans, and when he brushes it over my inner thigh, I gasp as warm drops of his pre-cum drip down my skin. Damien’s hand cups my jaw, and he kisses me slow and commandingly. I moan into his lips, and when I feel his big cock push over my pussy lips, I gasp sharply. He strokes himself against me, rubbing the big head over my clit as I tremble and moan for him. Yeah, I’m nervous, but the thought of him fucking me with that enormous cock also has me shivering in anticipation.
He teases the head down between my lips and then back up to rub my clit before he repeats it a few more times. I’m so wet for him, and I want this so bad as I slide my hands into his hair and kiss him deeply.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Please, I’m all yours.”
“I know,” he growls. His cock pushes into me, and my breath catches as my pussy starts to stretch around his big dick. And my God, he’s so big. My mouth falls open, and I suck in a breath of air as he stretches me. He goes slow, but he’s still so damn big. I moan as he eases into me, slowly sinking inch after inch of his thick shaft into my tight, eager pussy.
“Oh fuck, Damien!”
“Christ, such a tight little pussy,” he grunts, growling as he kisses me aggressively. “Spread your legs, angel,” he groans against my lips. “And let me take this pretty little kitty.” His hips roll, and more of his beautiful, big cock pushes into me. I moan eagerly for him, spreading my legs as wide as I can.
Inch after inch, his cock begins to sheath itself in me. He’s so damn thick that my clit rubs against the top of him as he slides in. He goes deeper and deeper; deeper than I have ever felt before. I cry out in pleasure, clinging to him desperately and kissing him feverishly until finally, I feel his big balls resting against me. Every single inch of him is buried inside of me, and I’ve never once felt this full before.
“Oh my God, Damien,” I manage to gasp through panted breaths. “Fuck, you’re so fucking big.”
“And you feel like heaven,” he groans as he kisses me slowly. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet. And now I’m going to fuck you,” he grunts. “I’m going to fuck this little pussy until you come so hard for my big cock.”
I moan, his filthy talk a drug I never knew I craved.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for my cock, Olivia?”
I moan as I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and nod eagerly. “Yes.”
He leans close, his lips teasing over mine. “Sir.”
Our eyes lock inches apart, and I gasp as what he’s saying burns through me. “Yes, sir,” I moan.
“Good girl.” Damien’s lips capture mine, and then, he starts to make me his. He slides his cock out ever so slowly, and my pussy clings so tightly to him before he pushes right back. I moan in pleasure as his huge size fills me again, and again. Our bodies slam together, his muscled thighs crashing against mine as he kisses me possessively. His big hands grip my ass and pull me against him as he sheaths his dick in my pussy over and over.
My legs wrap tight around his waist, and I drop my head back and moan as his lips move down to my neck. He kisses my skin hard enough to make me gasp. God, I know I’ll have marks from him tomorrow, but I also can’t even imagine caring about that in this moment. He slides deep again, taking my breath away with the size of him. His cock slides out, and I moan as I look down to see him glistening and shiny from my pussy. His enormous head pulses and dips back between my lips, teasing me for one second before he plunges back inside.
He starts to fuck me harder, taking me and claiming me like I’ve never felt before. I kiss him deeply as I come again, moaning into his mouth as my body tenses and clenches against him. Damien never slows, and never backs down. He just keeps going, his muscles rippling against me as he growls in pleasure against my lips.
“Your hot little pussy is going to make me come, angel,” he grunts, thrusting into me and giving me every inch. “Fuck, Olivia, you’re going to make me come so fucking hard.”
“I’m… oh fuck, I’m coming!” I cry out as yet another orgasm explodes through me, stealing the breath from my lungs. But this time, Damien is there with me. He kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips as he drives his big cock as deep as he can. My legs tighten around him and I cling to his muscled arms as he grunts. His cock gets even thicker inside of me, until I can feel him start to come. I moan into his kiss, our tongues swirling as his big dick throbs and pulses deep inside. His warm cum floods into me, filling me as we hold each other tight and kiss until we can’t breathe.
8
Damien
“You got laid.”
I frown when I look up from my desk to see Hunter just waltzing right into my office. Past him, through the open door, I see the frantic and apologetic face of Paul, my assistant. I wave him off though. Paul is a fantastic assistant, and absolutely no one gets past him. But Hunter is cut from the same cloth as me, and I can very easily see him blowing past even a man like Paul.
Hunter shuts the door, and when I say nothing, he repeats himself.
“I said, you got—”
“I heard you.”
He smiles widely. “The dry streak has ended then I see?”
I scowl at him and drum my fingers across my desk. “A dry streak implies that I was striking out for five years.”
“You didn’t lay a fucking finger on a girl for half a goddamn decade, Damien,” he says sharply. “I would very much call that striking out.”
I sigh. We’ve had this conversation a hundred times before, and we’ll never agree on the semantics. Ideological differences, I supposed. To a man like Hunter, who seems to have a different socialite, heiress, or model on his arm every night of the week, refraining from sex for as long as I have just doesn’t compute. But my reasons have been simple: I don’t need or want the distraction. I’m unamused by coked up models and vapid socialites, however beautiful. And so, I’ve kept my walls up while I’ve built my empire. That is, until I walked onto that set and laid eyes on Olivia. Now the walls are down; crumbled and laid bare.
After the beach off the PCH last night, we drove back into the city to my place in Malibu. I barely got the car in park before I had Olivia on my lap, legs around my waist. Five seconds later, I was balls-deep inside of her. A minute after that, I was still inside of her as I carried her through the house to my bedroom. Four hours later, we finally took a break to shower and eat some food. And then we went right back to it basically until I had to leave for work.
And I am fucked. As I said, my walls are down with her. She shatters them and tears down the armor I’ve worn for longer than I can remember. It’s not just physical, though I do crave her body like an addict might crave a vice. I mean Christ, I’ve been rock fucking hard all morning at my desk just replaying the ways she came for me last night; spread out under me, on her knees with her perfect, tight, supple ass in the air begging for more. Against the windows of my bedroom overlooking the surf.
But it isn’t just physical, and that’s what scares me. Last night, I almost told her things I don’t ever tell anyone. For fuck’s sake, I almost let it slip that she’s the first woman I’ve touched in five damn years. But I didn’t. I held back, because I’ve practiced holding back the human in me so much that it’s second nature now. Olivia might be in my world, and actually still in my very house, and hopefully still warming my damn bed. But I’m not sure if I’m there yet.
Oh, and obviously, her being the face of the Luxe campaign isn’t happening. I was tripped up by my desires for her before, putting her in front of that camera. But now that she’s mine, the idea of millions of other men laying their eyes on her wearing nothing but scandalously sexy lingerie has the anger boiling inside of me. Perhaps it’s jealousy, but mostly it’s just that she’s mine, and mine alone.
So needless to say, yes, Hunter is right. In the most basic sense of the word, I “got laid.” But that’s like saying Michelangelo redecorated the ceiling of a church, or that Scorsese makes movies.
When I say nothing, Hunter smiles. “You keeping your mouth shut only confirms it, you know? I know you too well, Damien. So, who is she?.”
“Did you need something, Hunter?” I mutter dryly.
“Or maybe it’s a he? Is that what the problem has been for the last five years? Barking up the wrong tree?”
I look at him flatly. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Immensely, actually,” he laughs. He moves to the big windows overlooking downtown Los Angeles. “So are you going to tell me who or am I going to have to beat it out of you.”
I smile as I sigh and shake my head. It’s a good thing he and I are such good friends, considering that I’m his boss.
“You could take your best shot, but I think we both know how that would turn out.”
My friend shrugs. “Well? It’s either you tell me now or I find out before the day is done anyways.”
He will, too. It’s one of the reasons we’re friends and certainly one of the reasons he’s so good at his job. Hunter is driven like an animal when he latches on to something. It makes him a huge asset, and if we were rivals or enemies, it would make him a formidable one.
“So, who is she?” He grins. “Someone I know?”
My eyes narrow, and a jealous anger burns inside of me.
“Most definitely not,” I mutter. “Shocking as it may be that I found a girl in Los Angeles who you haven’t put your filthy paws on.”
“Actress? Model?”
I shake my head.
“Damien, I don’t feel like games today. Just fucking tell me.”
I growl. “Fine. But this stays between us.”
“Obviously, man.”
“No. I mean more than just your discretion. It’s more complicated than that.”
“Complicated how.”
“Complicated like she works for me.”
Hunter’s brows shoot up, and he nods as he runs his hand over his jawline. “Shit, Damien.”
It’s almost an unspoken rule between us. Though it means nothing to me since my self-sequestering, even Hunter has adhered to the mantra of not “fishing off the company pier.” No dating an employee. End of discussion. It’s too messy, and too complicated, and far too risky. Who’d have thought that between the two of us, it’d me breaking the rule first.
“It’s Paul in drag, isn’t it?”
I give Hunter the finger, and he grins.
“Her name is Olivia. Olivia Knowles.”
Hunter frowns as he scratches his chin. “She’s with Luminous, isn’t she?”
I nod.
“Yeah, I think she gave a presentation for a marketing campaign I sat in on a few months ago. She’s smart.”
“She is.”
Hunter’s eyes meet mine. “But Jesus, Damien. This isn’t good.”
“It’s…” I frown. “Complicated. But it’s not a bad thing.”
“Damien,” my friend mutters. “Yes, it is. I’m happy for you and I’m glad you’ve emptied the pipes so to speak. But fucking come on, man! This is a bad idea.”
“It’s not like that. She’s not that girl.”
“Damien, every girl is that girl when you’re as rich and connected as you. Even if they don’t think they are. That’s what you’ve always taught me, isn’t it?”
“I know, I know,” I mutter, drumming my fingers on my desk.
“I mean what are you thinking, Damien?”
I’m not, and that’s the problem.
“Fuck, man. Of all the damn girls in this city, why the ever loving fuck did you pick—”
“Because I’m fucking crazy about her!” I snap, rising to my feet with my hands closing to fists. Hunter goes silent, taking in the emotion in my voice and stance.
“Shit, she’s got her claws in deep, doesn’t she?”
“It isn’t like that. It’s just…” I sigh. “It’s that I can’t deny myself her, Hunter. It’s that she tears down my walls without even trying.”
My friend nods slowly.
“She spent the night, Hunt.”
Hunter’s eyes widen in surprise. That’s another new one for me. Even before my self-declared celibacy, the women in my life came and went like smoke in the air. They were fleeting, and temporary. And not a one of them ever spent the night at my place, nor I at theirs. And he knows that.
“The whole night?”
“As in she was there when we woke up. She’s still there, I think.”
He shakes his head incredulously. “You won’t even let me be in your house alone.”
“I’m afraid you’ll pee on something.”
“I’m housebroken, you know.” He grins. “Mostly. But Jesus, Damien. This is big.”
“I’m aware.”
Hunter’s cell goes off, and he yanks it out of his jacket pocket and frowns. “I need to take this. But, hey. You know I’m just looking out for you.”
“I do know that.”
“I mean five years of nothing, and you go straight to playing house. That’s a big deal.”
“Trust me, I’m aware,” I mutter.
“Well, keep me filled in with how it’s going.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to do that.”
He laughs. “You know what I mean, asshole. And if you need anything, let me know.” He smiles. “Hey, maybe we can all go out on a double dinner date or something.”
“We?”
“Yeah, you, Olivia, me, and…” he shrugs. “I’m sure I can find someone.”
“Never change, Hunt,” I mutter dryly as he grins and heads for the door to my office. With a nod, he’s out the door. It’s barely closed behind him when I reach for my phone. Seconds later, I hear the sound I’ve been dying to hear all day: her voice.
“Hi.”
It’s soft and warm. It’s sultry and innocent at the same time. And instantly, I’m rock hard.
“Are you still at my house?”
She giggles. “I… yeah. I’m actually still in your bed like a total bum.”
My cock throbs, picturing her laid out and tangled up in my sheets, and hopefully wearing nothing else.
“I made a mistake,” I growl softy.
“Oh? What happened?”
“I left you and that bed to come sit here like an asshole.”
She laughs melodically, making my heart pound faster and my cock somehow grow even bigger.
“You should have stayed,” she says with a little heat to her voice.
“You’re still in my bed, huh?”
“Yup.”
“Still wearing what you were wearing when I left?” I can hear her suck in her breath, and I groan, knowing I’m right. And for the record, she wasn’t wearing a thing when I left.
“Maybe,” she whispers.
“Fuck, Liv,” I grunt. My hand falls to my lap and cups the thickening bulge in my dress pants.
“I really wish you were here,” she breathes.
“How badly.”
“Very.” She pauses before she whispers into the phone again. “Sir.”
I’m opening my fly in seconds, and I groan as my hand slips in and under the waist of my boxers to wrap around my bare, hard cock. Olivia hears me, too, and she gasps.
“Are you…”
“Very fucking hard and stroking my cock thinking of you in that bed? Damn right,” I grunt. She gasps quietly, and when I hear her sharp intake of breath, my cock thickens.
“How wet is that little pussy, baby?”
She just moans this slow, erotic moan in response. I grunt as I undo my belt and hit the button to lock my office door. My dress pants open wide, and I quickly push the elastic of my boxers down under my balls. My hand wraps around my big, throbbing cock, and I growl deeply as I start to stroke it up and down. I can hear Olivia moaning through the phone, and it makes my dick swell even harder as I hiss in pleasure.
