Unveiling Chaos Page 10

  I could see in my mother’s eyes that she knew what I was saying, but she continued to smile, undeterred. Then she removed the box from my hands and set it down beside us. She pulled me against her in a tight hug and whispered in my ear, “We could all use some luck, pretty girl.”

  Now, I wondered… maybe I wasn’t the only one trying to say something without actually saying it.

  …

  I arrived home from my sexcapade with Damien, quickly waving at Alara and Gabe before going straight to my room. Once inside, I immediately removed the necklace and shoved it back in the hidden compartment. After changing into a pair of loose boxers and an oversized T-shirt, I walked back out to join my friends in the common room.

  “Hey.” Gabe nodded and gave me a warm smile before turning back toward the television. His arm was wrapped around Alara’s shoulders, gently stroking her hair. My roommate gave me a lazy smile before her eyelids fluttered closed and she rested her head fully against her boyfriend’s shoulder.

  I grabbed a water from the kitchen before slumping down into the armchair and throwing my legs over the armrest, relishing the soreness of the lower half of my body.

  “Why are you so happy?” Alara asked suspiciously.

  I raised my brows and looked over at her. “What’s wrong with me being happy? I’m always happy.”

  “Nothing.” She shook her head and I saw Gabe smile as her hair tickled his chin. “It’s just…”

  “She’s surprised you’re not crabbier now that you’re not getting any,” Gabe supplied helpfully. My roommate elbowed him in the side before shoving off him and scooting to the other end of the couch, closer to me. His brows furrowed and he looked genuinely hurt that she moved a foot away. I rolled my eyes as she started apologizing to me.

  “He’s exaggerating. I just… I’m concerned. I know how much you love…” She trailed off as her cheeks turned pink.

  “Sex?” I finished for her, and she nodded while picking at her sleep shorts. “Well, thank you for being concerned about my sexual well-being, but I’m fine.”

  Alara’s eyebrows shot up her forehead, and behind her I saw a similar expression on Gabe’s face. They both knew how I could get. But I wasn’t ready to tell them about Damien and whatever it was we had going on.

  Minutes later, my best friend still looked unsure, but thankfully Gabe was too busy trying to get back in her good graces for her to focus on me much longer.

  I was now, more than ever, grateful for Gabe’s presence in our lives. He distracted my roommate quite a bit and a few nights later, when I knew Alara would be sleeping at Gabe’s, I had the chance to ask Damien to come over to my place for a change.

  It was Friday night and he was working at Swerved, but he promised he’d try to get out early to take advantage of the fact that my apartment would be completely empty for the next twelve hours. The random hours we’d had in his apartment when Ellie needed to go out, and the quickies we’d thrown in in the bathrooms or closets of Swerved weren’t enough.

  Damien was due over any minute, so I fastened my short white robe around myself, smoothing down the fluffy fabric before taking one last look in the mirror. I kept my makeup simple, only a couple coats of mascara and some nude lip balm that tasted like mint. Even though, at that moment, I couldn’t see what was hidden underneath the robe, I still smiled at what I knew, pleased with my choice. It was a simple lingerie set: a white thong connected to white thigh high stockings, and a simple white bra with black lace sewn overtop, pushing my boobs up impossibly high.

  The knock sounding at the door had me quickly pinching my cheeks a few times and puffing up my hair. My bare feet made soft thumps against the floor as I crossed our small apartment. Looking through the peephole, I smiled at the sight. I’d never get used to how attractive he was. His sandy blond hair was tied up high on the back of his head, and his large frame was encased perfectly in his all black Swerved attire. Without wasting any more time, I opened the door and leaned against the frame, twirling the robe’s belt.

  “Hell—” I hadn’t even gotten one full word out before Damien smashed his mouth down on mine. This passion wasn’t anything new, but it surprised me every time. How in command he was, how much he wanted me. Why hadn’t it always been like this? Why didn’t I realize this was what I deserved? This was what Caleb deserved too. I wasn’t too proud to admit I never gave him this level of want either. Our sex life had been pretty damn good, but nothing compared to this. This was an entirely different level of want. And everyone deserved someone who made me feel like Damien did.

  He pulled back a few minutes later, both of us out of breath.

  “Hey,” he murmured before placing one last simple kiss on my lips. I smiled against them before he stepped away and looked me over for the first time. His eyes widened in appreciation as he stared, his hungry gaze practically setting me on fire. I slowly wrapped my hands around the drawstrings before undoing the knot and pulling the robe open. Placing my hands on my bare hips to keep it open, I felt the cool air hit my skin as goose bumps completely ruined the fact that I’d shaved my legs this afternoon. But the way Damien was looking at me, it was more than worth it. It was a tantalizing mixture between tender and carnal as he continued to eye fuck me.

  Rowdy male voices sounded down the hall, and as they got closer I saw Damien’s eyes narrow before he quickly shoved me back and entered my apartment. He turned away from me to slap the door closed before locking it. I watched him take several deep breaths, his shirt rising and falling with his massive frame, before he pivoted around. His eyes were practically black as he stalked toward me with a scowl on his face.

  “What?” I asked with mock innocence as I shuffled backward. “You don’t like it?”

  He growled. “I fucking love it. What I don’t love”—he paused and grabbed my hips, pulling me toward him—“is the idea that all those assholes would have fucking loved it, too. You can’t stand in the goddamn doorway dressed like this.”

  He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he sealed his mouth over mine and started backing me down the hall.

  I’d say the lingerie was a success…

  …

  I was on all fours as he slowly rubbed his dick through my folds. My head fell forward on an embarrassingly loud moan as he took his time twirling the head over my clit.

  “You’re a tease,” I mumbled. He bent forward to nip my shoulder before soothing the sting with his tongue, and when he placed a soft kiss there, I could feel his smile against my skin.

  “Mmm… and you’re delicious.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the thought of his mouth somewhere else.

  I had already come once in the hall on his hand, but I was dying to have him eat me out. We had only done it once before, because a) we weren’t always in places that made it a viable option, and b) the prospect was a little terrifying considering I’d only had one man go there before. It had been slightly awkward at first, but I never had a problem speaking my mind, so why start then? Once I got over my initial uncertainty, the commands I’d given him just made it that much sweeter and when my orgasm crashed into me, I was already ready to do it again. But we’d never gotten the chance… until now.

  I pushed my ass higher in the air, loving the way he groaned in my ear and how his breath tickled my neck. “I have something that tastes even better,” I said, my voice coming out husky and low.

  He stilled before quickly pulling back and flipping me over. Before I knew what was happening, I was being pulled to the edge of the bed, Damien was kneeling on the floor, and his tongue snuck out and took a long, leisurely lick through my folds.

  “Ahhhh…” I gripped his head as I held him to me. His beard scratched my thighs as he kissed my clit before sucking on it… hard. My back bowed off the bed as I fisted his hair even tighter.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered against me.

  “Yes,” I breathed out. But when he licked me again, I tried to pull his head away. “No… I
mean… yes, but no,” I stammered out as he ignored the grip I had on his long hair and continued to eat me out. He chuckled against me and the vibration felt heavenly as I squeezed my knees around his head. Damien raised his head and smiled, and I almost lost it when I saw how glisteningly wet his lips were. Before he moved back in, I placed a palm on his check to stop him. “What I meant,” I panted out, “was that I want to ride your face.”

  He quickly crawled up the bed, crushing his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. When he pulled away we were both gasping for air, and his eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen them. He shifted off me before holding out his hand and pulling me off the bed. My mouth went dry at the sight of him crawling on the bed and laying himself out before me. I’d never felt so in control before. Slowly crawling on the bed after him, I paused to kiss his calf, his knee, his thigh, grinning with satisfaction when I kissed the head of his dick and felt it twitch. I continued to kiss my way up his chest until I was hovering above his mouth. I froze when my gaze collided with his. He was looking at me like… well, like nothing I’d ever seen before. It was so intense I had to close my eyes against it. But he didn’t seem to mind, especially when I sealed my mouth over his.

  After a few minutes of slow, drugging kisses, I pulled away and moved over his face. His large hands curled around my thighs as I gripped the headboard, and I looked down just in time to see his eyes close as he buried his face between my legs.

  “Oh God.” I shuddered above him as he began working me over with his tongue. My knuckles burned from the hold they had on the wood. Damien continued until I was panting and all but begging for him to let me come. His hands moved to my ass, his fingers digging in as he fiercely held me, sucking, licking, biting, and leisurely kissing in perfect harmony.

  “I can’t… I can’t…” I hated the way I sounded, all wanton and breathy. But if the smile I felt against my clit was any indication, Damien fucking loved it.

  “You can’t what?” he asked, pulling back. He didn’t make it very far, given our position, so I could still feel his warm breath over my wet, sensitive skin. I closed my eyes against the rush of feelings coursing through me. When he made no move to continue, I looked down to find him grinning.

  “Jesus Christ. Don’t stop.” I glared at his smiling face like he was stupid and crazy. Because he was. No fucking way were we stopping. One of my hands left the headboard to weave into his hair as I guided him the small distance back to where I wanted… no, needed him most.

  Damien’s eyes darkened with lust as he eagerly continued his assault. But this time, nothing was gentle, nothing was slow, and nothing was restrained. He went down on me like a man who was starving, savoring the experience like he was just sentenced to death and this was his requested last meal.

  In minutes, I was screaming out his name and shuddering as I drew out my orgasm. “Da… Damien. Fuck. Oh God, yes… YES!” I hung my head and looked down at him, the pleasure so intense I could barely keep my eyes open. He continued with soft flicks against my clit that had me clawing at the headboard.

  I slowly came back down, and it took all my strength to lift myself off his face. It would be quite an awkward police report to explain I’d killed a man by suffocating him with my vagina. As I fell on the bed next to him, he quickly covered me with his body, taking my mouth in a hard, fast kiss—a kiss that was infused with my cum still lingering on his lips. I was breathless before the kiss, but now I was practically dizzy from oxygen deprivation. Damien wasted no time in leaning over the bed, grabbing his pants, and rolling on a condom before settling back over me.

  When he slid in, we were both quiet. Content to simply stare at one another as he slowly moved in and out… in and out… in a rhythm that should have driven me crazy, but was actually perfect. And several minutes later, when my third orgasm overtook me, I gasped in surprise. Almost disbelieving I was coming this hard and this long from something so slow and gentle. My moans were loud as my toes curled and back bowed, pushing my breasts against his chest. When our nipples brushed, I felt Damien shudder before he followed me over, cursing and burying his head in the crook of my neck.

  He lifted his head and gave me a soft kiss before rolling off me and disposing of the condom in the trash can by my nightstand. Damien wasted no time in pulling us under the covers and pulling my body against his. I went willingly.

  “How was your day?” he asked quietly as he lightly ran his fingers along my arm.

  I laughed. “It was good. Particularly the last bit. Yours?”

  I heard the smile in his voice as he answered, “I was looking forward to this all day, I don’t think anything could have brought me down.”

  I laughed again as he kissed my temple. This felt more right than it should have. And with everything going on in my life, I didn’t know if I could afford to like Damien as much as I did.

  A few minutes later he whispered something, and even though I could feel his breath on my ear, I couldn’t make out what he said. It didn’t matter though, my brain was too full of my own thoughts to worry about his.

  And a few seconds after that, no one’s thoughts mattered, because I was fast asleep.

  I ran my hand down Naomi’s back, waiting for her to wake up. If I looked in a mirror I was sure I’d find a wide grin on my face and dark circles under my eyes, both of which were perfectly fine by me when I remembered why they were there. It was the first night we’d spent together… all the way through and where we spent more time sleeping than having sex. So, yeah, I was pretty damn happy, and I stayed awake as long as I could to enjoy it, but eventually I fell asleep curled around her. It was perfect.

  I was thinking of the best way to wake her up, deciding on my head between her thighs, when someone knocked on her door.

  “Naomi?” a voice called out right before the door opened. “Oh God! I’msosorry,” Alara rushed out while covering her eyes. There wasn’t much to see since we were both covered by a comforter. My grin was still in place when she slowly started moving her hand down, her wide eyes going back and forth between the two of us.

  “I knew it!” she hissed before slapping on the lights.

  “Ah! What the… shit,” Naomi mumbled, turning to bury her head against by chest.

  “I freaking knew it!” Alara said once more. She smirked before sticking her head out of the room and mumbling, “Gabe totally owes me twenty bucks, where the hell is he?” When she pulled herself back in and her gaze caught on mine, she blushed a little, like she’d forgotten I was there. “Uhh… sorry I woke you.”

  Naomi finally lifted her head, laughing when Alara moved to leave. “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think? What the hell time is it anyway?” She leaned over me to grab her cell phone, like all this was completely natural. A normal morning of us waking up together and chatting with her roommate. “Nine a.m.? Why the hell are you guys home so early?” She huffed and twisted around, almost losing the blanket.

  “Woah!” Alara held up her hand against her eyes once more. “Be careful. I don’t want to see a nip slip.”

  “I wouldn’t mind,” I said, chiming into the conversation for the first time. Naomi grinned but kept her eyes forward, waiting for Alara’s answer. Her roommate’s eyes darted nervously to me before returning to Naomi’s.

  “We decided to go on a hike this morning and I needed to get my stuff.”

  “Did Gabe not give you enough exercise last night?”

  I laughed as a furious blush overtook her friend’s face. “We just slept,” she mumbled. “Not all of us have sex 24/7. Really, it’s amazing you’ve never been knocked up.”

  The front door opened and closed softly, as an exaggerated gasp sounded next to me and a pillow launched toward Alara from the same direction. “You bite your tongue. I am very careful when it comes to sex—”

  “Why are we talking about Naomi’s sex life again?” Gabe asked as he finally made his way back to us. He stopped short when he saw me lounging in bed with Naomi up against my side. Onl
y seeming mildly surprised, he shrugged and gave me a head nod before whispering something in his girlfriend’s ear.

  “We’re gonna take a shower together and then make breakfast. Be out in forty-five minutes,” Alara said sternly before her and Gabe backed out of the room and shut the door.

  “So I guess we’re not hiking anymore…?” Gabe’s voice trailed off as they moved further from the door.

  “Wow,” Naomi mused. “And she made that shower comment without blushing. I’m so proud.” She brought the blanket up and wiped away a fake tear.

  “I think I make her uncomfortable,” I commented.

  Naomi shook her head. “Don’t take it personally. Standing in line at the bank makes her uncomfortable.” I just stared at her, still amazed at how normal this all felt. Part of me was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to realize me being in her bed at nine in the morning meant I stayed the night—and yeah that was pretty obvious, but it seemed highly unusual that she had yet to make a single comment on it.

  “What?” she asked when she felt my stare.

  “Nothing. I just thought… well, I thought you’d be upset I fell asleep here.”

  She rolled her eyes. “If you were even half as tired as I was after our… activities”—she paused and wiggled her eyebrows—“last night, then it would have practically been murder for me to send you home, because you definitely would have crashed.”

  “Well I appreciate the concern.”

  She was smiling as she ran her hand through my hair before giving me a quick peck on the lips. Naomi hopped up from the bed, still completely naked, and I licked my lips as her breasts bounced with the movement. Sans underwear, she shimmied into a pair of cotton shorts before throwing on a bra and sweatshirt.