Rendezvous at Silver Lining

Divinity's POV: Continued

Damien sucked his teeth and threw his head back in ecstasy. I took him in deep and I slowly removed him from my mouth, kissing the tip. I swirled my tongue over the head, going around and around and then quickly taking him back in. He groaned, and my eyes shot up. I watched as he fought to keep his eyes open. My glasses kept sliding down my nose. I was about to take them off until he grabbed my hand to stop me.

“Uh uh, baby, keep them on.”

He looked down at me and pushed my glasses up on my nose properly, and smiled. I winked at him and went back to work. He was so big that I couldn’t fit him all into my mouth, so I pumped his shaft at the bottom and focused solely on the top. I pulled back and rubbed the tip across my lips. I received a groan of approval. I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his swollen head. I tasted his precum and sucked his head in, trying to extract more from him.

“f**k, baby.”

Even though he damn near ate my p***y to oblivion, his moans and groans were quickly making her wet again. I squeezed my thighs together, moaning out against his d**k. I reached down between my folds and began to massage my c**t, rubbing back and forth, using my juices. He saw what I was doing and egged me on.

“Mmm. That's some sexy s**t. Keep going.”

I picked up the pace feeling myself grow near to my end. I grabbed his balls and gently massaged them. I brought them up towards his shaft and began pumping again, this time at a faster pace. My head bobbed up and down as my slurps echoed throughout my apartment. Damien was moaning loudly now and he started to pump up towards me, grabbing my hair that was still in its ponytail from earlier. His thrust and my head bobs found their rhythmic sync. He thrusted hard to the back of my throat making me choke but I wouldn’t let up. Damien held my head on his d**k as he stood up. He looked down at me and held my face between his hands.

“You look so beautiful, baby. I have to watch it go in and out of you.”

I placed my hands on his muscular thighs to brace and balance myself. I looked up at him over my glasses again and nodded. He began to thrust slowly but deep into my mouth and down my throat. Spit spilled from me and down my chin to my breast as I feasted on his juicy d**k. His slow-burn pace quickly picked up to a rhythmic speed. My t**s bounced at the force in which he slammed into me. I continued pleasuring myself and even took a tit in my hand, squeezing and massaging one while he squeezed and massaged the other. I gripped his thigh, keeping him close, ensuring I got every single inch that I could. He leaned back, further pushing himself down my throat and dropping his head to watch. He got faster and faster, his moans mimicking his speed, until he was almost over the top.

“Ah, f**k! I’m gonna c*m!!”

He tried to pull away, but I held on to his thighs firmly and pushed him back in. That motion alone caused him to explode.

“AHHH, FUUUCCCK!!!”

Shot after shot, he squirted his c*m in my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but it was so much of it that it began to spill out and ran down my chin and onto my breast. It just kept coming until his legs buckled and he almost fell. His orgasm finally let up, but I continued to suck and lick at his sensitive head, making him shiver from the sensation. He pulled me off him then kissed my lips. He leaned over into my ear and whispered.

“Make yourself c*m while I watch.”

In the heat of the lustful haze, without hesitation, I layed back on the floor. I propped my legs up on the couch on either side of him and went to work on myself. I rubbed my c**t and pinched and pulled at my n*****s. I spread my lips open and slid a finger inside my p***y then back out and up towards my c**t. It wasn’t long before I came undone again.

“Uhh, yesss.”

My legs spread wider at the on coming of my orgasm and I shook and jerked from the force of it. In the middle of me coming down, Damien’s face appeared in the front of my eyes. He grabbed my hand that was in me and played with my c**t, into his mouth and sucked all my juices off. I watched him and he never took his eyes off me.

This man gotta go because ima be dehydrated and worn out f*****g with him cause just like that, my ass was horny all over again. He lifted me off the floor and carried me to my room. He stopped and looked around.

“You have to come and decorate my place. This is nice.”

All I had was the strength to nod and chuckle lightly. We hopped in the shower and got cleaned up.

About an hour later…

Damien and I sat on my couch again and keeping his word, he placed my fallen thong into his pants pocket.

“Really, Damien?”

He looked at me and smirked.

“Would you like me to ruin the ones you have on now?”

My eyes bulged and I took a step back. Of course, I didn't have thongs on, but I didn't need him turning my whirlpool feature back on after I just got clean. I shook my head and let him have this round. He wrapped me in his arms, kissed me then sat us down on the couch. He laid in between my legs and had his head on my chest. I rubbed his hair and we sat in silence for a bit.

“You should call Rapheal over.”

My hands stopped at his words and I looked down into his eyes. Why would he want him over?

Is it to gloat?

I gave him a mean side eye, and he laughed.

“I can see what you're thinking, and no, it's not about gloating, although your afterglow is gloat enough.”

I looked away, embarrassed, and he laughed.

“I want him over here so we can discuss this “both of us dating you, buzz”. I want an understanding and full disclosure of what to expect and how to handle certain things. I know you're probably anxious about it all, but I don't want you to be.”

I just looked at this beautiful man. Why is he so considerate of me? He’s sharing me, not the other way round. Is he truly ok with this, and do I deserve him?

“You know you don't have to do this. I started dating you first, and I really like you. If you arent comfortable, I will tell Rapheal to go suck a d**k and f**k off, if it means keeping you. I don't want to mess up what we have. Just say the word.”

I held his face in my hand and gently rubbed my thumb across his cheek. He smiled a bright smile at me.

“You can say that to him because you just finished sucking one yourself.”

He winked at me and I rolled my eyes and pushed him off me, smiling. He came back and threw himself on me and laughed.

“Sorry. I had to. But I'm sure. Thanks for saying that and thinking of me, honestly. Truthfully, I don't want you to have any regrets. Dating both of us should make sure you don't end up with any.”

My smile faltered as I thought of something I didn't want to.

“What if I don't choose you in the end? Or what happens if I can't choose at all?”

I've never been so emotional in my life cause damn if I wasn’t about to cry again. But my fear was real. Not choosing him could possibly mean losing a dear friend and someone I've come to care about deeply. He sat up, looked me in the eyes, and kissed me, melting away my fears.

“If that's the case, then it would be your truth. How could I ever hate you because of it?

Like… who, literally, is this man? My heart fluttered at his words, and butterflies appeared in my stomach. I kissed him with all the emotion I had and some newly added. He is, without a doubt, an amazing man, and I don't think I could ever see myself not choosing him. We pulled apart, and he smiled.

“Don’t think I'm gonna go easy, though. Best believe I'm gonna try my hardest to have you hooked.”

He again smiled his goofy smile, and I shoved him, but he barely went anywhere.

“I'm gonna have you hooked too.”

I placed my hands on my hips in a superhero pose and looked off into the sunset.

“You don’t have to try. You already have the moment I saw you. You might have taken my words lately, but I meant and mean every word of it. I've already found my wife. Whether that be now or later.”

He stared at me, and his eyes told no lies.

“I'm not looking for a reply,Songbird. I'm just being honest. You can give me your answer when you're ready. Call Raphael.”

I said nothing. As he got up to go to the kitchen, I pulled his arm and kissed him again. I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

“Thank you. You are enough for me. You are more than enough. I will not neglect you and will always ask how you feel. Thank you.”

He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose, and that made me grin. I pulled out my phone and dialed Raphael, unsure of how any of this would turn out. I was both excited and nervous. I felt selfish but free. I'll just ease into things with Raphael and test the waters because I'm not willing to give up Damien for nothing. If I ever feel it's becoming one-sided, I will end this whole arrangement in a heartbeat.

Or at least, that's the lie I told myself.