Author’s Note: This takes place after the adorable scene in book 1 chapter 3 at Nadia and Steve’s housewarming party, when MC confesses she has feelings for Damien during a game of Truth or Drink. I was feeling a bit thirsty for Damien this week apparently, so here’s a little Dirty D treat for Smuterday.
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Damien rolled over in bed, allowing his eyes to focus on the fan blades going round and round above him, the cool breeze of air tickling his cheeks as it swirled throughout the room. Try as he might, he couldn’t find sleep tonight … not while his mind was actively replaying the scene from earlier this evening over in his mind. “Have you ever felt anything for Damien?” Leave it to Nadia to go straight for the goldmine, to ask Cami the one question he had been both too eager and too scared to seek the answer to for so long now. His heart had lurched in his chest, incoherent objections fumbling from his lips, not ready to face the rejection that awaited him head on yet. But then Camille spoke, her eyes downcast for a moment as she pondered the question before she glanced back up at him from under her dark lashes. “Yes”. Her lips curled in a slight smile as she watched his jaw drop slightly at her confession. “I can’t deny it … He’s an attractive guy.” When she was done speaking her gaze didn’t leave his, her cheeks a bit rosier as she coyly tugged her lip between her teeth. He should have confessed everything at that moment, but instead he tried to play it cool and act like it was no big deal. “And … you’re not so bad yourself, Camille.”
Damien groaned at the memory, throwing an arm across his face as if it would shield him from the regret. Not so bad? More like you’re the girl of my dreams. Talking to you is always the highlight of my day. Every time I’m around you I feel dizzy at the smell of your shampoo. But no … I instead said she was “not so bad.” You’re an idiot, Nazario. Resigning himself to the pain of his poor choices, Damien pulled the sheet up higher on his chest and inhaled a deep breath, closing his eyes and praying that sleep would come soon.
Knock knock. He must have nodded off at least a little as the soft knock at the door startled him. Sitting up in bed abruptly, he shot a wayward glance at the clock on his nightside table. 2:24am. Who the hell is knocking on the door at this hour? The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, his whole body tingling with apprehension. He leaned over and switched on the lamp, throwing his legs over the side swiftly to get up. His bare feet padded across the thin Berber carpet, grabbing a t-shirt hanging off the side of his hamper and slipping it on over his boxer briefs. Before departing his room he dropped to the floor, reaching for the worn baseball he kept hidden under his bed for emergencies.
Approaching the front door on high alert, he lifted the bat and readied himself to strike if needed. He slowly leaned into the door, lining his eye up to the peephole … to find Camille waiting patiently on the other side. He blinked once, twice … trying to reroute all the adrenaline in his body and calm his nerves. He dropped the bat to rest against his side, his free hand moving to unlock the door.
“Cami … is everything okay?” He placed a hand on her shoulder as soon as there was enough space to reach for her, his protective instincts kicking in.
Her eyes widened at the site of the bat in his hand before she let out a soft laugh, raising her eyes up to meet his gaze. “I guess maybe I should have called first.” Her face twisted in an uneasy expression, her eyes dropping to his chest. “I just didn’t know what to say, though. Or how to say it, or …” Her voice trailed off as she wrung her hands against her belly nervously.
Damien squeezed her shoulder and opened the door wider, allowing enough room for her to pass. “Come in and we can talk.” His eyes followed her as she brushed past him, a whiff of floral and vanilla intoxicating his senses as he felt her shoulder graze him. She looked like she had just jumped out of bed herself, wearing a pair a cotton sleep shorts with a baggy hoodie pulled over them, her blonde curls coiled on top of her head in a messy knot. Even in her unkempt state, Damien found himself unable to find any flaws in her natural beauty. He locked the door behind them, turning to find Camille pacing the living room. “What’s wrong, Cami? Did something happen with Hayden?”
Camille burst out into fit of awkward breathy laughter, shaking her head as she continued to pace. “No, nothing happened with Hayden. He’s just … fine, I guess.” She took a few more steps, then stopped to stare at him, for the first time noticing his state of partial undress. A tinge of pink crept up her cheeks as her gaze roamed his body. “I hope I didn’t wake you?”
“No, I was still up.” Damien replied curtly, unwilling to expand further for fear of exposing exactly what, or who, had been keeping him awake. “So, what is it then?”
Camille paused and stared at the linoleum floor below his feet in the entryway, unmoving as the wheels in her head obviously turned … Suddenly she lifted her chin to meet his gaze, her eyes laced with both determination and vulnerability. “Do you have feelings for me?”
His breath hitched at the question, his heart rate immediately accelerating as he absorbed the gravity of her question. “I … I, ummm …”
Camille took a step forward, stopping only a few feet in front of him. This time when she peered up into his eyes her apprehension was gone. Instead he found a pleading expression painted across her features, hopeful and earnest. “Because earlier tonight, when Nadia asked, I said I had feelings for you … “ She paused, her cool blue-grey eyes flitting between his inquisitively. “I feel like there’s more here than you’re saying. Maybe I’m overthinking it but-“
Her words were cut off as Damien leapt forward and crashed his lips against hers. Camille released a soft moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him flush against her body so tightly as if she were afraid to ever be separated again. When his tongue tickled along the seam of her lips she opened her mouth to him, their warm breath swirling together as their lips and tongues danced together. The kiss was fervent, rough and firm, communicating all the unspoken emotions and desires that had been left unsaid for far too long. When they finally parted to catch their breath, Damien’s forehead pressed against hers and his hands gripping her waist, Camille couldn’t fight the soft chuckle from escaping her lips. “So I’ll take that as a yes?”
“Yes.” He murmured, pressing soft kisses along her cheeks and down to her jaw. “Yes, Camille.” His lips trailed down her neck, his words muffled against the warm flesh of her collarbone. “A thousand times yes. I’m yours.” His teeth nipped at the flesh there before he soothed it with his lips and tongue, causing her to writhe against him.
“Mmm … “ she moaned, a quiet satisfied noise that vibrated on his lips against her throat. “Show me, D.” She laced her fingers in his thick hair, pulling his face to meet her stare. “Show me you’re mine and I’m yours.” The plump skin of her bottom lip grazed against his, their lips and their bodies drawn together by some powerful physical force.
“Camille … “ her name rolled off his tongue in a husky whisper, his dark eyes locked on hers as his hands slid down her sides and around to cup her backside. He saw her eyelids flutter as her gave her ass a gentle squeeze, then allowed his fingertips to dip beneath the thick, fleecy fabric of her hoodie. He watched in rapture as he teased the soft skin along her waistband, her breaths coming out in short pants and her skin quivering under his touch. He wrapped his fingers around the hem of her top, lifting it slowly as his fingers trailed a soft path up her ribcage before he tugged it off in one swift movement. When her found her bare beneath her sweatshirt he groaned audibly, his cock straining against the soft cotton of his briefs at his first glimpse of her rosy pink buds. Cupping one in each palm, he stroked his thumbs across her nipples, watching as she squirmed beneath his deft hands.
She arched into him, her hips making contact with his and her whimpers growing louder and more frequent. Damien couldn’t get enough of her, her moans and the feel of her grinding against him driving him wild with desire. Slipping a hand down her belly and into her shorts, he earned a heady gasp when his fingers found the dampness seeping through her panties. “Fuck, Cami …” he growled. “You’re so wet.”
“For you, Damien. Only for you.” Her hips bucked against his hand as she spoke, desperately seeking more of him.
Damien gently pushed her back, pressing her against the wall and then dropping to his knees. Placing gentle kisses along her belly, he hooked his thumbs in her shorts and panties, tugging them down slightly before he glanced up to meet her stare. She beamed down at him through darkened eyes, her lips parted with her shallow breaths, and gave him a simple nod of permission. With one last smirk he placed a gentle nip below her navel, then tugged the last remaining articles of clothes over her curves to the floor.
Now that he had her, Damien refused to waste any time. She was his, and he was going to make sure she screamed his name until she’d never want anyone else again. He threw her leg over his shoulder, kissing his way up her inner thigh until he reached her dripping core. He licked a long stripe up her folds, devouring her sweet juices until reached her clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking softly. She gasped at the sensation and Damien read her signal, licking and sucking and teasing that sensitive little nub while he slipped two fingers inside of her. “Oh …” her voice grew deeper as she ground her hips against his face, her fingers twined through his hair and tugging at it when she gasped aloud. “Yes, please … don’t stop Damien.” He swirled his tongue around her clit once more, curling his fingers to just the right angle when he felt her tighten and her body tense. “Oh, Damien!” As she relaxed her walls fluttered around his fingers, her body shaking as the orgasm racked her body.
Damien held her tight as he stood upright, supporting her limp body and pressing kisses into her hair and forehead. “Damien …” she muttered, lifting her face to meet his mouth in soft, drowsy kisses. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.” She leaned back to beam up at him, her light eyes sparkling blissfully under his gaze. Gradually her brow quirked up, her affectionate stare turning mischievous as her hand dropped to cup the prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. She pressed her palm against him firmly, visibly amused as his breathing hitched while she teased him through the thin fabric. “Is it my turn now to show you?” She bit her lip when she slipped a finger under the waistband, rubbing the drop of moisture across his tip and gliding her finger across.
Trying to maintain his composure, Damien fidgeted against her touch. “Anything you want, Cami.” He tried not to think of her returning the gesture, but by god did he want her to. The very thought of her mouth on him had been a fantasy of his on so many nights alone. “I’m all yours.”
“Whatever I want?” She smirked at him, stepping up on her tiptoes and pressing sweet kiss to his lips. “Well in that case …” she gave him a wicked smile then tugged on his boxers as she dropped to her knees, dragging them to his ankles. Damien groaned with delicious anticipation when his erection sprung free, falling harder for this beautiful women as she continued to fulfill his every naughty desire.
Camille placed gentle kisses along his thighs as she gripped his cock in her palm, stroking him gently as she fondled his balls with the other. Damien tilted his head downwards to watch, unable to look away as her lips approached his throbbing length. Just as she was about to make contact she pulled away, sitting back on her heels and meeting his gaze as she ran her hand up and down his member a few times. She paused for a moment and flashed him a coy smile, then dipped forward and opened wide to take all of him in her mouth.
“Oh my god … “ Damien groaned, the sensation of his dick sliding across her wet tongue the most exquisite feeling he could have imagined. He fought the urge to thrust his hips like his body yearned to, instead gently weaving his hands into her hair, resigning himself to let her set the pace and just enjoy this long-awaited dream come true. She gripped him at the base, guiding him in and out of her mouth slowly as she adjusted to the feel of him. As she backed away and her lips slid across the tip, her tongue swirled in circular motions around the head, driving him crazy as the pressure built in his groin. He glanced down to find his grip in her hair had loosened the curls from their knot, falling down her bare back as she rocked back and forth on his cock. The sight was the culmination of every dirty fantasy he’d ever had, an image that would be ingrained in his mind forever.
As she picked up the pace, Damien found himself unable to control himself any longer. He raised a hand to brace himself against the wall, afraid that his legs may give out at any moment under the gravity of his pleasure. “Cami …” he growled low, “God, I’m so close.” He felt her lips curl into a smile against the slick sensitive skin as she moved faster now, taking him all the way in her mouth vigorously again and again. Damien felt the tickle beginning in his balls right before his body tensed and he clenched his hand in her waves. “Ah fuck!” He called out breathily as he erupted, his vision clouded over by bright white stars. His whole body shook and his cock twitched repeatedly as it released years worth of sexual tension into her mouth.
Damien remained still as the last strains of pleasure left his body, his heart thudding roughly in his chest. As his breathing gradually steadied he finally allowed his eyelids to flutter open. He allowed his eyes to focus on the fan blades going round and round above him, feeling the cool air tickling his cheeks as it swirled throughout the room. He lifted a hand, sticky and dripping with the evidence of his pleasure, reaching across the bed to the floor for a dirty t-shirt to wipe himself off with.
As he settled back into the covers, Damien released a long sigh of relief. Sated and drowsy, he felt his heavy eyelids finally draw shut, satisfied for the image of Camille coyly tugging her lip between her teeth to accompany him in his dreams. Perhaps now sleep would finally take him.
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