Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Chapter 45:

Tatiana’s P.O.V

I never thought I’d be doing this. Hooking up with the best man, who was also my best friend’s husband’s older brother, that too at my best friend’s wedding. I never thought I had the guts to do such a thing. But the thought of being caught, the proximity of having Damien so close to my body and the danger of it all was making me moist with want and causing my heart to hammer against my ribcage, threatening to break free.

It’s better to get the bitterness out of the system than let my best friends find out exactly how much I hated being here. At least that’s what I told myself.

“No strings.” Damien whispered harshly in my ears as he lifted me up and placed me down on the counter.

“No strings.” I repeated as my hands found his belt and I began to unfasten his pants.

Damien’s mouth came back on mine and once again, I felt the breath leave my lungs when his velvet soft lips touched mine. Damien hoisted up the skirt of my dress up to my waist and then with his thumbs hooked into the waistband, pulled down my pants.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the moment when his fingers touched my lower lips and made a shiver of pleasure run down my spine. Damien didn’t waste time, his hands knew exactly what they were doing when he parted my folds and scissored two fingers inside me to prepare me for the intrusion, while his thumb pressed down on my clit, making me arch my back.

I broke the kiss as I bucked back in pleasure and Damien took the opportunity to kiss down my neck and on top of my breasts. I hadn’t realized that Damien had already unzipped the back of my dress, not until I felt them slide down my body to pool around my waste, exposing my breasts to his eyes. The dress had an inbuilt bra, so I hadn’t bothered wearing any underneath the dress, which gave Damien less things to fuss over as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and suck on it, while he added another finger inside me.

“Now!” I screamed, feeling so close to my orgasm as Damien continued to torture me with his hands and mouth.

I tugged at the hair on his nape and brought his lips back to mine for another smouldering kiss. Damien let go of my breast and removed his hands from me, making me want to snarl at him. But then I heard the sound of a zipper and of cloth hitting the tiled floor and soon enough, the blunt head of his cock replaced his hands and I was pulling him impossibly closer to me, wanting him inside me as soon as possible.

“Ready” He asked hoarsely after breaking the kiss and I could only nod in impatience.

Damien spread me open wider with his hands on my knees and then with one hard thrust, he was buried inside me to the hilt, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure.

Damien froze. I wanted to protest but I seemed to have been robbed of speech.

“Are you a virgin?” Damien asked with a hard edge to his voice.

“No.” I gulped to wet my throat when I was able to speak again. “You’re too big.”

And he was. He had my inner muscles stretched to their maximum capacity, making it hurt as much as it felt good. It did remind me of losing my virginity, but the pain was slowly dissipating and was being replaced by a want so fierce, I’d never felt something like this before.

“Move,” I commanded heavily as I lifted my eyes to his icy blue ones, my breath coming out in pants.

Damien complied, pulling out completely before thrusting back in again, making my head fall back against the mirror. But Damien placed my head hack on his chest with his hand on my nape before he pulled out and thrust in once more, but this time with more force and swiftness.

“Yes!” I moaned into his chest, clutching onto his jacket as his thrusts came quicker...but not quick enough. “Faster, damn it!”

And then he wasn’t holding back anymore. My legs were wrapped tightly around him as he thrust in and out and both of our groans filled the room, while the party continued outside in full swing. Somewhere at the back of my mind was the vague recollection that the music was loud enough to be heard even from the bathroom and it gave me momentary satisfaction that no one would hear us in here. That thought was lost the next instant as Damien bit my earlobe, making me cry out in pleasure.

When my orgasm finally came, it rocked through me in waves, making me see stars and making my entire body go numb. I’ve never before had sex like this, not even with Connor, and it left me breathless and disoriented.

Damien held me through most of it before he laid my back against the mirror and I felt him back away. My eyes were too heavy so I couldn’t see, but I did hear the tap running a few feet to my left and then sound of the zipper being pulled up. Looks like our little fuckfest was over and he couldn’t wait to get out. Its how this should be and yet, I couldn’t help the sinking feeling I got when he removed himself from me. Damn hormones!

I know I ought to right my dress and get the hell out and not just sit on the bathroom counter half-naked with my legs spread like a hooker, but I still hadn’t found my strength. That was until I felt something cold press against my vagina and I was startled into opening my eyes, my hands going up instantly to cover my chest.

“What are you doing?” I asked surprised as I saw Damien kneeling in front of me with I wet towel in his hand.

“Cleaning you up. I’m not a barbarian, Tatiana, I’m not just going to leave you here.” Damien spoke with the confidence of a man who was familiar with the female anatomy, all the while he was eye level with my vagina. “Besides, we didn’t use protection and I came all over you.”

My face heated up as a new wave of heat rushed down to my core, making me wet and I involuntarily clenched my thighs together. Somehow, this felt even more intimate than having sex and Damien looked up into my eyes then, as if he understood what had been going through my mind.

Wiping down my legs one last time with the wet towel, he threw it away into the nearby trash bin and then slid my panties back up my leg before pulling the skirt back down my legs. I took the opportunity to right the top half of my dress and pulled the zipper up at my back before hopping down the counter and turning to look at myself in the mirror.

Damien was still standing behind me and I couldn’t help but wonder how perfect we looked together. But that thought passed as soon as it came as an image of Connor’s face flashed in my mind. I closed my eyes for a second to steady myself, before I opened them again and began to touch-up on all the things that had gone out of place while Damien watched silently from behind me.

“I think you should leave first,” Damien told me when I was done. “Your friends might get suspicious if we leave at the same time.”

“What are we in, middle school?” I asked him, maybe a bit too harshly before I winced at my own foolishness. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave first.”

I looked into his eyes through the mirror and found him staring at me intensely. Somehow, I managed a small smile before I picked up my purse and dashed out of the washroom.