Damon | Blacks | Secret

11 | Let Me Kiss Your Scars

I felt like I was floating on air, my eyes lowly open, glimpsing in the lights from the windows. In the soft white-gold light of the new day, the hues of my bedroom move from impressionist pastels to brilliant pop art.

Give me a moment to shed the sleep from my brain, to allow the visions of the night to give way to the day, to move from that which I create on a whim to things more fixed and real.

In a few minutes I will be able to greet the sunlight, to see the colours as bright as the backlit images of cinema screens; I will adjust. For now, let it come with the subtleness of a gentle dawn and let me doze underwing. Not until I notice something tight around my stomach, I look down and see Damon’s head resting right underneath my breast.

His arms wrapped around my stomach whilst he rested between my legs, I glanced down at his scars on his shoulder. How? What? The questions were everywhere, yes we were taking it slow, but did he mean the talking way slow. Because we just f****d, so I don’t really think that’s taking it slow.

I turn my head to the side, to see the morning view. I groan grabbing my painful head as I try to remove Damon from between my legs. But it was just impossible, this man weighed a ton. “Damon.” I whispered, trying to wake him without scaring him. “Damon Black, you’re going to amputate my stomach, its loosing blood flow!” He groans, gripping onto me tightly.

His head slowly lifts up, I notice the smirk stretching across his lips. “Damon move!” I shouted pushing him of me, I finally breathed in properly. Damon was on the other side of the bed now, suddenly fast asleep. I was bored, it is a Saturday and we had nothing to do.

“I’m bored.”

“Go outside.”

“No, I have an idea, how about we have a movie night?” I whispered, my hands stroking his chest, he glances at me.

“I don’t do soppy things.”

“Oh, shut it, it isn’t soppy, we will most likely be having s*x most the movie but, I want to get to know you properly, the real you.” He hesitates. "Damon, can I ask you a question?" He gazed at me. Switching of his phone. "Why do you hang out with them?"

"With who?"

"Catherine and her friends," I ask.

"I don't, they just sit on my table when they want. And I don't bother kicking them off because her voice annoys me more than her face." I nod my head, facing the window. Not until I feel his hand pushing away a fallen strand behind my ears. "I know she hurts you, and just know, she's jealous of you."

Catherine. Jealous of someone like me? Why would she be? "Why would she be jealous of me?"

"f**k many reasons, do you not see yourself Sophia?" He pauses, his fingers fazing my cheeks. "you're f*****g beautiful."  

He whispers, I press my hands onto his wrist. His forehead touching my own, and so I did it. I really did it this time. I pressed my lips against his, he hesitated at first, but I pushed away. He looked me in the eyes, before down at my hands.

Then he grabbed the back of my neck gently and kissed me. His lips, his lips were softer than anything in the world. His hands rush into my hair pulling me closer to him. I felt complete all of a sudden. My hands presses against his neck, he pulls me away from the covers and onto his lap in a swift minute.

Was I not heavy? "f**k you're incredible." He whispers into my mouth, I feel a small smile spread into my lips before I feel his tongue against my lips, asking for some sort in entrance. When I don't consent to tease him, he bites in my lower lip. I gasp and feel his tongue dive into my mouth to taste me. And I didn't complain, I let him explore every inch of my mouth, my s*x tingling with sensations.

I begin to take charge this time, I kiss his mouth, before leading from his cheeks down towards his neck. I smell his natural sense as I continue leading down towards his shoulders, the scars, I kiss one of them. Damon hesitates slightly before sinking in my arms, what happened Damon? Who hurt you? Who did this to you?

Just as I was sinking him in, I noticed, he never talks about his family. I know nothing about him except for this s****l tension between us. That’s all.  That’s all I knew about him. Sad, isn’t? I take a condom from my bedroom draw and bring it towards his mouth, he rips it open with his teeth as I roll it down his veiny like d**k, I rub my self enough to get enough Lube before inserting him inside. I moan feeling him against my wall. His hands grab onto my hips before he pounds himself inside of me. I grab the headboard, my breast in his face.

“Damon-Ahhh-Ohhh!” I whimper, my wall tighten around his d**k. His fist grab a chunk of my hair, then, the doorbell rings the moment I was about to release. But he continued, we ignore it as he thrust slowly yet roughly inside of me. Stretching my p***y out to his liking, the doorbell continues ringing, before a fist pounds against the door. “I need to get the door,” I whisper, removing myself from him. The s****l frustration pounding my head.

“I’ll get it.” He spoke.

“What if it’s my brother?”

“Then, it is.” He slides of the bed. And I gaze at the tattoos all over his beautiful body. His back, it was a tattoo of a skull face, with flames burning through Its eyes.

"What-Where's Sophia?" I hear Luke's voice; my eyes widen as I jump of the bed, I look around the room and grab my robe before tying up a knot to keep it steady. I rush downstairs and see Luke holding a present in one hand.

“Luke, what are you doing here?” I whisper.

“I-I was going to ask you something but-” he shifts the present behind his back, Damon leaned against the door, both his arms folded over his chest as it tensed his biceps. “it seems that you’re clearly busy, so I’ll just leave.”

“That’s the best thing you have ever said, goodbye.” Damon was about to close the door before I grab his arms, I look at Luke’s eyes as he scales Damon.

“Seriously Sophia, out of all people, I expected more from you.” He whispers, my eyes widen at his words as he turns around.

“What the f**k do you mean by that?” Damon growls.

“Luke, why would you say that to me?”

“He hangs out with the people who f**k you over all the time, he f***s every girl he sees, then he chucks them over as if they were a bottle from r-recycling centre. You deserve someone better-”

“What? Someone like you?” Damon interjects.

“As a matter of fact, yes, because I can treat her right and all you’re going to do is hurt her.”

“Keep dreaming, arm rest.” Luke glances at me, before leaving. I shake my head and rush after him.

“Luke! Luke wait.” I grab onto his arms; he looks me in the eyes and I see tears forming. I suddenly feel like someone shot me in the heart. I rubbed his cheeks, “I don’t understand Luke.”

“There’s no need to, I should get going, this is for you.” He hands me the present and leaves, grabbing his keys from his pockets and entering his car before he leaves. I watch the car speed off, I then turn to see Damon standing by the door.

What on earth was that? I glance down at the present as I make my way towards the door, slamming it closed behind me. Damon comes back with a protein bar in his hand. “He loves you; I can see it in his eyes.” My head shot up to him.

“No, he doesn’t, he’s my best friend.”

“He’s right you know, I do, do that to girl but you’re different Sophia, I would never put you in harms way. I promise.” He whispers, his hands touching my cheeks. I smile softly as he presses his lips against my own.

“I know you wouldn’t, because I trust you.” His eyes glowed with some hope, as if this was the first time someone said that to him. He transformed the frown to a slight smile, a smile where his dimples were out on show. I brush my fingers through his hair, “I need to shower, I stink of sex.”