Damon | Blacks | Secret

10 | Let Me f**k You

“Where are you taking me?” He held the bag tight in his hands as we continued walking up the mountain. He seemed urgent on this matter, for us to reach the top. I just stayed silent the rest of the way. And followed him. It is becoming sunset now, he paused for a slight second and took a left. My eyes widen once I see the big HOLLYWOOD sign. I turn my face, to see the view. And it didn’t disappoint.

Lights, beautiful sparkles of lights from many types of skyscrapers. Tall, short, windows, cars, taxis. The colours, the bill boards. It carried on forever, never ending, houses, everything was perfect.

 I couldn’t even describe it properly, I really couldn’t. The sky was a blue transforming into a light pink, the clouds were no longer there. Damon sat down on the edge, and I couldn’t help but join him.

He shuffles into the bag, taking out two plates, along with a few pens of sharpies. He hands me a pen and a plate. “Write, write everything you want to take out. Write it all down and then, crash the plate. Crash it so hard, make sure the writing isn’t there.”

 And so, I did, I wrote everything I wanted to down on that darn plate, from my body dysphoria to my eating disorder, I wrote about my father and mother, I wrote about Damon. I did everything, I completed both sides of the plate.

We both stood up, I held the plate in the grasp of my hands. “Throw it.” I closed my eyes, and smashed the plate in pieces. Hearing the sound of every piece colliding onto the ground. I suddenly, felt lighter. I look up and glance at Damon, “how do you feel?”

“Better.”

“Sophia, I apologise for my words the other night. It was all lies; I didn’t mean a single one of it.” My lips quiver slightly, he was only inches away from me. “You scare me Sophia, you scare me because you’re different. You did something no other girl could.” 

“What?”

“Llamaste mi atención, Sophia.” He whispers seductively, his hands sliding itself onto my cheeks as he pushes a string of my hair behind my ears, I look up, meeting his eyes. It is the brown of earth, of the nurturing soils, and of the textured skin of the trees that grows with the variation of finger prints.

[You caught my attention, Sophia.]

It is the sort of brown that bring the thoughts to comfort, yet has the bright flecks of rosy hope. As always in nature, it is so very many hues we feel and sense so much more strongly without words. So, I let the colours sit in my intuition and bring that surging joy only the simple pleasures can bring so fully.

They lead towards my lips, and before I know it, I feel his lips align with my own. Pressing it softly against the top of my mouth. His hands rush to the back of my head as my own rest on his chest, my eyes closed as I begin to get lost in the moment. This kiss, this kiss was different then any others. This kiss meant something to me, I knew it did.

 And it was a good thing. It meant a good thing. My stomach bursts out with butterflies, fluttering all over. I feel his tongue asking for some entrance, and once I didn’t give it, he softly bits onto my lips. I immediately opened my mouth and felt his tongue dive inside my mouth.

I tasted every bit of his mouth as his tongue did to my own. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. This here, this man is Jakes best friend. And I was kissing him. I was kissing my brothers best friend. Cliches, isn’t? But I didn’t care, I have never enjoyed a kiss more than this before. We separated, asking for breath as his forehead rested onto the top of my head.

Brown hair, from rich caramels to the deep earthy hues, is beautiful in every light. I took another breath, staring at Damon. After this moment the corner of his mouth twitched into his cheek. It transformed him from someone cold into someone I wished I knew better. Just a smirk.

That's how it all began.

I could have walked away had it not been for the smirk. That little rise in the corner of his mouth he was oblivious to combined with the cool detachment in his eyes sealed his fate. “This is a cliché, isn’t?” I whisper.

“Kissing my best friends sister, it is.” I chuckle slightly.

“Does this mean anything?” I whisper, his eyebrows tint slightly to the side, I wanted to rephrase my sentence but before I could, he spoke.

“We can start of slow; no one knows.”

“A secret relationship.” He nods his head.

“If your brother found out, he would kill me and then you.”

“Okay.”

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With the door closed every pretence falls. The facade we show the world melts away and all we want is to f**k each other's brains out. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster.

His arms wrap around my back and in one gentle pull our skin touches. I feel his hand in my hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down my cheekbones to my lips. That's when the kissing starts and we start to move like partners in a dance that is written in our DNA.

Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm

With a laugh he lifts me right off my feet, carrying me toward the bed, letting me fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. We lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for us to feel safe with one another. Then he's all business, undoing my jeans, pulling them off, kissing from my toes upward, slowly, his hands on my legs, always just a little higher than the kisses.

I rip of his leather jacket from his body, throwing it onto my bedroom floor as I slide of his shirt revealing his beautiful body, the tattoos that sprinkled itself everywhere. It was perfect. But then, I see the scars more clearly, all over his shoulders and burn marks on his chest. He distracts me with his kisses.

At that time all at once he stops and kisses from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe.

I feel my back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. My head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping my lips. My fingers rush thought he locks of his brown, dark hair.

Then before I know how it happened we are naked and our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body.

He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's on me again, f*****g me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again.

 If it's begging he wants, he's going to have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first. I was nearly on edge, he continues pounding inside of me, and just then. “D-Damon!” I moan out, feeling my whole inside release all over him, my walls tightening around his d**k. He falls besides me, removing the extra-large condom from his d**k before he throws it onto the ground.

I just had s*x with my brothers best friend.

“So, much for starting of slow.” I whispered, he chuckles and pulls me into his embrace. He grabs the covers and then, round two.