Caged Bird | ✔

Chapter Fifteen

''fuck that feels good'' slips from my mouth, but the words fall short on the cushion beneath my head

I am flat on my stomach lying on the bed, my right leg slightly bent making it easier for Damien to thrust himself into me

The weight of his hips rests on my ass, his arms on the side of my body as he buries himself into my folds repetitively, the sound of his flesh slapping against my ass every time seems to make him rapacious for more, I can feel it in the rhythm of his movements

Damien is close to the edge, I can feel it in the way his cock begins to twitch inside me

I am not that far behind either

''I'm going to cum'' he says in-between grunts

''I know'' I say devilishly

He takes this as a challenge and pumps himself into me harder and faster, my ass lifting from the bed with the force

A whimper escapes my mouth; I turn my head so that I am face down into the cushion, the pleasure coursing through me driving me near insane

''cum for me'' he says

I do

I feel his balls tighten up against me as I tighten around his length

''milk that cock'' he coos

A sound reverberates through me, my body shaking from the orgasm that passes through me

''fuck'' he mutters, and then he pulls himself out of me, I turn my face to see him stroke himself in his hand as he cums, the liquid spurting out in thin white ropes, landing on my skin.

Damien falls onto the bed next to me, on his back, he looks up to me, smiling; the one where his jaw is all crooked and his eye sockets covering more of his eyes, from how much use they are getting; courtesy of his mouth

I have always loved that smile

It is safe to say that, that had not been the first time he fucked me that night, let alone the last

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The suite is gorgeous; there is a huge circular bed in the middle, with a beautifully intricate -woven headboard behind it. The glass doors on the far end of the room open to a balcony the size of a room, which holds a fireplace surrounded by wicker chairs

After our bodies were spent due to the extraneous physical activity, neither of us had the energy to utilize the resorts masseuses and saunas, let alone the outdoor and indoor pools, along with whatever else there was listed on the resorts brochure on the pedestal

''you know what, now that I think of it, you never told me my why you joined Cross records'' Damien murmurs, I feel his voice vibrate through the arm that my head is resting on

I turn to look at him, he meets my eyes

''I'm surprised you remember that'' I admit

''I'm just as surprised as you'' he says

I laugh at this

Damien turns to look at me; his eyes boring into my soul, waiting for me to answer his question, a question,- quite frankly I never thought I'd be asked ever again

''I wanted to be a musician'' I say softly, closing my eyes as it feels like a deep dark secret that I am releasing into the world.

''Are you serious?" he asks, and when I open my eyes to look at his face, there is a look of pure befuddlement on his face

I nod enthusiastically, letting him know how serious I was

''And you're only telling me this now'' he asks, eyebrows furrowed