Winner Takes All (A Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (7 page)

When she said nothing, he crossed the small kitchen. Stood within a
foot of her. “Remember how good it was between us last night? Remember when you
called out my name and your pussy milked my cock dry until I nearly lost my
mind?” Damien trailed a finger down her arm, much the way he had touched the
damp Perrier bottle. “Tell me you don’t want that again.” Her flesh quivered
from his touch as he stroked her arm from elbow to wrist. “If we can have this
with no consequence, why not accept this? Why not take this pleasure as our
right?”

The echo of his deep voice moved through her like a hot breeze. She
imagined making love with him again, a strong hand around her wrists, his
fingers digging into her hips as his cock moved inside her. Arousal licked
between her thighs once more, leaving her wet. Aching.

Fuck. I’m going to regret this so much.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

Although he didn’t move, everything about Damien’s posture spoke of
relief, of triumph. But he didn’t immediately grab at her acquiescence.

“Yes, we can keep bringing each other pleasure until we both lose
interest, or yes get out of your apartment and leave you in peace?” His eyes
sparkled with a mixture of amusement and arousal.

She cleared her throat, tilted her head up to look him fully in the
eyes. “Let’s try this and see where it goes. The first sign that it’s not
working for either of us, we stop. Okay?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

She took a quick breath. Amazed that she’d just agreed to have a
fuck-buddy relationship with Damien Taylor. Sasha shook her head. Her life was
getting truly surreal.

She bit her lip. “You should go,” she said. “I…um…I’m going to go take
a shower now.” And try to wrap her head around this new situation she’d just
found herself in.

She turned away from Damien to walk toward the door and show him out.
But in moments, he was behind her, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her
back against his body.

“A shower sounds perfect,” he murmured, his hot breath stroking her
ear. “I’ll join you and we can seal our new relationship.”

Sasha was weak for him. There was no doubt about that. She melted at
the feel of him at her back. His long, strong body. The erection already
nudging her, inviting her own readiness. She drew in a deep and shuddering
breath, remembering immediately the force of him last night. How good it had
felt to have him inside her, over her. She licked her lips, pushed back into
him. He hissed in passionate welcome. Turned her to face him, kissing her
roughly.

She responded to his strength kissing him back, parting her lips for
his plunder, her panties already wet with her desire. Joined at the lips, they
stumbled to her small bathroom, tearing off clothes, barely releasing each
other to twist on the water, kissing frantically as the scalding water hissed
from the spigot, splashing on the tiles. Steam quickly filled the small space.
Heat bubbled inside Sasha as she gasped under Damien’s mouth, his seeking hands
touched her breasts, her ass, sliding between her legs to stroke her wetness.

He pulled her into shower. Hot water instantly pounded into Sasha’s
skin, the hard spray making her tremble, heightening the sexual arousal
bursting through her body for him. The water pounded over her breasts, inciting
her nipples, rippling down her belly to drip between her legs, into her already
wet pussy hairs. Damien gripped her hair in a fist, pulling her hard against
his mouth as they kissed. He touched her between her legs, swirling moisture on
his fingers, petting her swollen lips but not touching her clit. Sasha moaned
in distress. She wanted him so badly. So badly.

Abruptly, he turned her to face the wall, his hand still fisting her
hair. His breath scorched the back of her neck.

“Open your legs.”

She immediately complied and he slid his fingers between her ass
checks, fingers that were already damp from her sex. He touched the puckered
bud of her asshole. Sasha gasped. She’d never done that before. She struggled
in his hold, unable to help the surge of panic at this thing that she’d never
tried, never wanted to do. He tugged her hair even harder, sending shooting
pain into her scalp.

“Don’t fight me!”

His fingers gently stroked her, their gentleness at odds with the sharp
tugging of her hair, the roughness of his voice at her ear. His fingers were
gentle, slippery from her pussy juices. A finger slid into her ass and she
stiffened. He bit her neck.

“Relax or this will hurt.” Then he licked her neck, soothing the bite.
His breath caressed her throat, bringing back the memory of the ecstasy of last
night.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Relax....”

His finger inched into her, deeper and deeper until she felt full. And
pleasure, a shy and sweet feeling, began to emerge from the pit of her.

“That’s right, move for me.”

She’d unconsciously been moving her hips, shoving back into his finger
to get more of this new miraculous pleasure he offered. Sasha moaned from the
feeling. Water splashing down around them, the warm tile against her cheek as
he fucked her ass with his finger.

“Fuck. You feel so good. So tight.” He groaned against the back of her
neck as his finger moved inside her. “I want more from you,” he gasped. “I want
everything!”

He abruptly took his finger from inside her, turned her around to face
him. Shoved her back hard against the tile and abruptly shoved his cock into
her pussy.

“Damien!”

She gasped as he slammed into her, his thrusts knocking the breath from
her lungs. The hot water splashed over them, into her mouth and eyes as he
fucked the pleasure into her, her pussy full and hot and tingling as he took
her hard. His fingers touched her ass again, two this time. He slid them into
the tight bud. Pierced her. Taking her from the front and his back, his cock
slamming into her pussy with teeth jarring force while his fingers fucked her
ass.

She’d never felt so full in her life, her body a slave to pleasure as
he rocked her between those two sensations. Sasha clawed at his back, gasping
as the water splashed into her face, the steam stealing into her lungs. The
savage feeling tore her apart. Until she was screaming his name, gasping from
the steam in her lungs, his hard cock in her pussy, his masterful fingers at
her rear.

A tidal wave of sensation rolled through her, lashing her body in the
steam and in the water, making her incoherent with want. The orgasm smashed her
into the wall. She screamed his name again and again as she came, her hair
sticking to her face, her nails digging into his skin until she drew blood.
Trails of pink drifted toward the drain.

Still, hard, Damien pulled his cock from her body. His face was fierce
with desire. Hair plastered to his head, water and steam highlighting the
muscular beauty of his chest, the rippling stomach. His cock stood up from the
thatch of dark blond hair.

“On your knees!”

Still trembling from her orgasm, Sasha immediately dropped in front of
him, already reaching for his muscular thighs to hold on to as her mouth opened
for him. Water splashed up around her. Showered around her shoulders and into
her face and her open mouth. He fed her his wide cock, shoving it into her
mouth. She tasted herself on him, the flavor of her satisfaction. Sasha sucked
his thick length between her lips, pulling him deep to the back of her throat
until her cheeks hollowed. He grabbed the back of her head, his hands tight in
her hair, shoving her mouth down even more on his cock.

He fucked her mouth, forcing her to take all of him until she gagged.
But she opened the back of her throat, fighting the gag reflex, her fingers
sinking into the solid flesh of his thighs as she sucked his cock.

“That’s right,” he gasped. “Take it all. Suck me. Make me come.”

His words rattled a fierce desire in her. She wanted to please him. She
wanted to make him come. Even as the want flared anew between her thighs, pussy
tingling again for him. Sasha wanted to touch herself, wanted to shove her
fingers into her pussy and join him when he exploded but she sensed he would
punish her for such impertinence.

The thought of him punishing her made her even more wet and she moaned
around the thick invasion of his cock in her mouth. She sucked him deep and
hard, the soft flesh of his cock under her tongue the only thing she ever
wanted to taste. Frantic with want, she sucked him harder, tongued him, opening
for him as he thrust again and again into her throat. His thighs trembled under
her hands; his breathing was loud in the small shower. He huffed and grunted
with each thrust into her mouth. Sasha squeezed her thighs together, fighting
harder the need to touch herself as he slammed his cock into her.

“That’s right, Sasha. Take my cock!”

Then he was coming. He shuddered, groaned long and loud as his cum jet
against the back of her throat. He bucked against her, his body out of control
as he spilled himself into her mouth. She swallowed his seed, greedily gulped
it down as she was overcome with pleasure.

“Sasha....” He groaned her name, his eyes tightly closed.

Slowly, his fingers loosened in her hair and fell away. He trembled
again, a man possessed. After a long moment, with the water splashing down
around them, he reached out a hand to her. She took it and he drew her to her
feet. Kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue and licking the inside of her mouth
as if relishing the taste of his own come from her lips.

“You’re amazing,” he said. “Amazing.” He released her, picked up her
loofah and body shampoo. “Turn around.”

Tenderly, he cleaned her body, scrubbing her skin, washing her hair
until she nearly purred from his unexpected attention. He rinsed her
thoroughly, kissed her mouth then nudged her out of the shower while he tended
to himself. Standing on the bath mat just outside the shower while he washed
himself, Sasha toweled herself dry in a daze. Her sex was sore from his
thickness, her ass tender. Her entire body warm and steaming from the hot
water. She felt boneless with satisfaction. Just as she put on her robe, Damien
parted the shower curtain and stepped out.

The sight of him took her breath away. Again. As long as she lived,
she’d never get used to his effortless masculine beauty. The vivid blue of his
eyes, his muscular body that made hers feel pleasure like she’d never
experienced before.

“Pass me that towel, please.” The corners of his eyes crinkled in
amusement, as if he’d known what she was thinking while staring at him like a
besotted idiot.

She blushed, gave him the towel that was still damp from her own body.
Unabashedly, he dried himself. His chest, belly, his sex. When he looked up and
caught her staring at him again, she blushed.

“If I didn’t have to go, I’d already be fucking that look off your
face,” he said.

Her fingers curled into her palms.
And I’d let you
, she thought.

He folded the towel and hung it back on the towel rack, reached for
her, kissed her mouth. Sweetly. Softly. For a moment, she looked into his eyes,
amazed at the tenderness of his touch after the delicious savagery of what they
had done in the bathroom together. He released her and she stepped away,
leaving him alone in the bathroom.

In the kitchen, she grabbed her abandoned bottle of Perrier and drank
it all in a few gulps. She was just putting the empty bottle in the recycling
bin when Damien emerged from the bathroom. He was completely dressed, composed.
If it wasn’t for his wet hair and the slight flush to his cheeks it would have
been impossible for anyone to tell he’d been doing anything more strenuous that
lifting a martini glass. He came to her. Lightly touched her face.

“I want to see you again soon.”

“I think that can be arranged,” she said.

“Good.”

At the door, he kissed her hard, bruising her already tender mouth,
before opening the door and stepping outside the apartment. Sasha closed the
door behind him, deliberately not watching him walk away although she very much
wanted to.

She leaned back against the door, smiling. In the afterglow of their
incredible sex, Sasha felt she’d made the best possible decision being Damien’s
secret fuck-buddy. He was an incredible lover and she hadn’t felt this sexually
compatible with a man in what felt like forever. She sighed again as she
re-lived all the ways he’d touched and commanded her until the breath was
tearing through her lungs.

Then the familiar chime of her phone jolted her from her reverie. For a
moment, she couldn’t figure out where the phone was, and then remembered it had
been in her purse that Damien brought with him. She picked up her purse, opened
it.

Her phone had one missed text message. She frowned at the unfamiliar
number. As she read the message, her body turned cold.

I want $5000 by the last day of every month. That should be enough
to help out your brother. You miss the deadline, and I fuck up your entire
world.

Sasha galloped steadily on top of Red Penny around the track. The sun
pressed down into her shoulders through the thin t-shirt and padded vest. She
gripped the whip in her hand, feet firmly in the stirrups and butt in the air
as they took a curve on the track, dirt flying up under the three year old
filly’s feet.