An Illicit Seduction: a Dark Erotic Experience Page 3

  Jaime’s pinched face was the epitome of confusion. “How is it impossible? He’s a red-blooded human and you’re smart, successful, and gorgeous. Hell, if you weren’t straight, I’d have been tried to shoot my shot.” She leaned back and ran her gaze up and down the length of Seraph’s body. “Shiiiid, a couple more cups of this passion punch and I still might.” Her grin was goofy, and although Seraph rolled her eyes, her lips still quirked into a smile.

  “Whatever, Jaime.”

  Giving her a knowing smile, Jaime left it alone. “Mmhmm. Anyways, you know how we get down at the Pajama Jam. He might be a good deal younger than you, but if ever you were going to give him a chance, tonight would be the night.”

  Even the idea of giving Damon “a chance” to do anything that wasn’t platonic caused bile to rise in the back of Seraph’s throat. She shook her head. “Not happening.”

  “Okay, okay. I hear you.” Jaime pushed up from the couch and grabbed Seraph’s arm, pulling her to stand as well. “Come on. You’re done eating, so let’s get some more of this passion punch in your system and loosen you up.”

  Seraph laughed but allowed herself to be tugged toward the kitchen. “I’m half-naked; my ass is two squats from being exposed, and I’m contemplating fucking strangers. I think I’m plenty loose already.”

  Looking back at her, Jaime grinned, mischief glinting in her sparkling brown eyes. “Once you go from contemplating to executing then I’ll know you’re loose enough.”

  Despite consuming copious amounts of the passion punch—so named for its natural ability to lower inhibitions—Seraph never made it to the execution stage. Each time she found a worthy candidate, Damon would pop up in her peripheral and she would run off to put some distance between them. His focus seemed magnetized to her, and no matter which common area she tried to lose herself in, he kept finding her, even out on the patio where at least a dozen people were gathered around a couple of hookahs. Too drunk to continue playing mouse to his cat, but not drunk enough to go there, Seraph finally retreated to one of Jaime’s guest rooms and climbed under the covers of the queen size bed, falling into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Dream or Nightmare

  Seraph was burning up.

  She was so fucking hot that she felt like a piece of fried chicken sitting under a heat lamp at a buffet. Her body was on fire, and the delicate silk short set now clung to her like armor. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind to shed the now wet fabric that a pair of warm hands gripped the hem of her tank top and rolled the material and her bra up her torso and over her head. Those same hands then pulled her shorts and panties from her body until she lay bare on the bed, but it still wasn’t enough. She was combusting from the inside, and if something—some sort of relief—didn’t happen soon, she was bound to explode.

  Soft lips touched just above her belly button, causing her midsection to concave in surprise and anticipation as the lips traveled up her body until they reached the base of her throat. Opening her eyes, Seraph blinked in the darkness to make out the face of the man who was giving her pleasure she’d never before experienced, but the room was nearly pitch black, thank to the thin strip of light coming from under the door as her only light source. Something about him felt familiar, but aside from the shadow of a strong jaw and a dimple, she couldn’t identify the perfect stranger.

  “Please,” she whispered into the darkness, reaching up and running her hands over the man’s face, trailing her fingers over the divots that indicated he was smiling down at her before trailing her hands over his shoulders. She was unsure what she was begging for but knew that she needed it desperately.

  Strong hands pushed her thighs apart, and the broad shoulders she’d just traced brushed against her most sensitive parts as the man lying between them settled in to worship at her altar. She didn’t have to beg—didn’t even have time to form a word—because he didn’t hesitate, immediately using his stiffened tongue to part her labia and lap in between the folds. He dragged his tongue up and down the length of her slit, tasting every inch of her as she slid her fingers along his smooth scalp and gripped the back of his head, pulling his face even deeper into her pussy, begging him not to stop.

  The room might have been dark, but Seraph could see her orgasm shining brightly as if it were a light at the end of a satisfaction tunnel. It was there, just within reach, and the moment she stretched out her hands to grab it, he sucked his tongue back into his mouth and scrambled up her body, laying against her until they were flush against one another with his dick notched between her pussy lips.

  “Say my name,” he commanded as he rocked his body against hers, dragging the ridged underside of his rock-solid erection along her needy clit. “Say it.” Then he grabbed one of her breasts tightly and bent his neck, capturing the stiff nipple with his teeth.

  Gasping, she gripped his arms and arched her back off the bed. The added sensation was too much and the pressure… She could feel her climax hurtling toward her. Just a few more thrusts…

  “Say. It!” he growled, sending a delicious shiver up her spine as she breathed, “Damon…”

  The shock of speaking those five letters broke through her consciousness, and she jolted awake, heart pounding and breaths heavy. Before she could even begin to process the incredibly erotic—and highly inappropriate—dream she’d awakened from, she realized that a heavy weight had settled over her body and was pressing her into the mattress. It was an almost comforting weight until she recognized the shape of a dick rubbing against her pussy.

  Her shoulders tensed as panic seized her. She tried to feel around, but her limbs felt like boulders attached to her body. As she lay there, willing her arms to heed the instructions her brain was commanding, she felt a jolt of sensation between her legs that caused her body to arch off of the bed similarly to the dream she had just abandoned. Her body was buzzing with electricity the same intensity of her subconscious, and when rough hands gripped her waist to anchor her to the bed as he ground against her harder, Seraph’s only thoughts were of release.

  “Shit!” she cried as the heat that had begun building in her core in her dream intensified and her toes curled.

  The numbness in her limbs dissipated, and she quickly wrapped her legs around the mystery god’s waist, gripping his biceps tightly as if they were the only thing to keep her from hurtling into space. She’d thought her dream was intense, but this reality was one thousand times better. Lust coated her thoughts, and she was two seconds from begging him to put his dick inside of her when she trailed her hands up his shoulders to his face and mentally stuttered when she came to a familiar jawline. Breaths quickening for an entirely different reason, she let her fingers walk across his skin and nearly screamed when they dipped into two cavernous dimples underlined by a short beard.

  This can’t be. She had to still be dreaming.

  “Da—Damon?”

  He grunted absently, obviously focused on what was happening where their bodies met. “Yeah, baby.”

  As soon as she heard the “y” begin to form in the back of his throat, she started to buck her hips to get him off of her. He’d lost his fucking mind!

  “Oh my god, Damon. What the fuck—what are you doing in here?! Get off of me!”

  Instead of complying with her command, he used his fingers to dig into her flesh and rotated his hips quickly, successfully shoving her toward her pinnacle.

  “Fuuuuck,” she moaned, body convulsing as she climaxed beneath him.

  He hurriedly lifted off of her and scooted down between her legs, covering her pussy with his mouth. He latched onto her clit with suction so intense that her orgasm ratcheted up several notches and she had to pull the pillow from beneath her head to muffle her screams. A second orgasm quickly ripped through her, and her legs trembled around his head as she begged him to stop, but he was relentless.

  “Damon, oh God, please! I can’t—I can’t…”

  However, he ign
ored her, his palms hot against her thighs as he held them open and devoured her until the pressure became so unbearable that stars burst beneath her eyelids and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Exhausted, she collapsed against the mattress, her chest heaving, eyes staring unfocused above her until she drifted back to sleep.

  A soft knock at the door roused her, and she immediately scrambled to try and cover herself, stopping short when she realized that she was still wearing her silk pajama set. Although she hadn’t removed it when she’d first climbed into bed, she distinctly remembered being naked when she woke up with Damon planted between her thighs. Confused, she sat up and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. Had it all been a dream?

  The door opened and Jaime poked her head in the door. “Seraph, you up?”

  “Ye—” Seraph coughed to clear the thick, sleep-induced huskiness out of her voice. “Yeah, I’m up. Everything okay?”

  The door opened wider, and Jaime stepped into the room.

  “Oh!” She stopped short and her eyes widened. Seraph followed her gaze and sucked in a breath when her eyes landed on Damon, who was lying on his stomach beside her with his arms folded under his head as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

  “I, uh, I heard a noise—almost like a yell, and I came to see if you were okay.”

  Nerves gripped Seraph’s throat. Had Jaime heard her moaning Damon’s name?

  Laughing lightly, she shook her head and pulled the duvet tighter around her chest. “Oh, my bad. I rolled over in my sleep and this fool scared me. I thought I was going to have a bed to myself.”

  Squinting, Jaime leaned further into the room, allowing a sliver of light from the hallway to shine on the bed. Seraph prayed that it was still too dark in the room for Jaime to make out Damon’s features, but when the other woman’s eyes widened and a knowing grin appeared on her face, Seraph realized that her prayer hadn’t reached higher than the vaulted ceiling.

  “Jaime—”

  “Uh, uhn.” Jaime shook her head, grinning as wide as her cheeks would stretch. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Miss I’d Rather Starve Than Choke On Damon’s Dick. I see my passion punch did what it was supposed to do.”

  Seraph opened her mouth to deny the assumption, but the look on Jaime’s face made her sigh. It would have been a waste of good breath. The other woman backed out of the room until only her head was inside.

  “I’ll let you get your rest so when the youngin’ wakes up for the next round you can be ready.” Cackling, Jaime pulled the door closed softly and the light under the door disappeared, casting Seraph in complete darkness with a motionless body beside her. If nothing else, she knew she didn’t want to be there when Damon woke up from whatever drug bender he was on.

  She didn’t think; she just jumped out of the bed and groped along her body to make sure wasn’t in another dream and truly did have on all her clothes, bra included. Satisfied that everything of importance was there, she quietly opened the door and crept out into the hallway, heading for the living room where she knew the basket of keys was. The overhead light was off, but the glow from the muted television bounced off of several faces, in various stages of alertness and slumber. Finding the basket quickly, she dug inside until she found her key fob and immediately slipped out of Jaime’s house into the dead of night, determined to forget every salacious memory from that darkened bedroom.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Laying Claim

  “Mama? Where you at?”

  Seraph pushed open the front door of her mother’s townhouse and tucked her keys into the pocket of her coat, scanning the open-concept first floor in one swoop. She kicked off her shoes and jogged up the steep flight of steps, checking the two bedrooms and finding them both empty.

  “Mama!” She called out once more after she descended the steps and headed to the garage. It was dark and empty, and her mother was nowhere in sight. There was only one last place for her to check. The door that led to the backyard was through the kitchen, so she crisscrossed back through the house from the garage, which was near the front door. As soon as she stepped out onto the porch and looked to her left, she saw her mother leaning against the round glass table, the centerpiece of her patio furniture, holding a glass in her hand. Eyes narrowed, she pursed her lips and pulled the door closed behind her before walking toward her.

  “Woman, I have been looking everywhere for you! I need to tell you about—”

  The words dried up on her tongue when her mother turned around and Seraph saw who sat at the table. Damon was slouched in the seat opposite Joyce, staring at Seraph with a slight smirk at the corner of his lips and nothing but heat in his eyes. Her gaze flickered from the silent man to her mother, who had set her glass on the table and spread her arms wide.

  “Hey, baby! Look who stopped by to see me!” Joyce didn’t seem to notice that her daughter had frozen in place with wide eyes trained on the unexpected guest. She crossed the few steps that separated them, wrapping Seraph in a tight hug before kissing her cheek and grabbing her hand to pull her closer to the table. Then she sat down and retrieved her glass that was filled more than halfway with a dark brown liquid that Seraph knew without a doubt was her mother’s home-brewed sweet tea.

  “I was shredding the chicken for the buffalo macaroni and cheese I was making for our lunch date when the doorbell ring. Imagine my surprise when I saw Damon standing on the other side of the door!” She smiled as Damon pushed his chair back and stood up.

  “Where’s my hug?” he asked, holding his arms out to Seraph.

  Seraph took a step backward and folded her arms across her chest. “What are you doing here, Damon?”

  Joyce’s smile grew. “Aww, honey, don’t be like that. I know our lunches are important to you, but it’s okay to have a visitor just this once. Be nice to him.” She grabbed Seraph’s arm and pushed her directly into the circle of Damon’s arms.

  Turning at the last moment, Seraph pulled herself up short before colliding with him and tilted at the waist to offer him a side hug. Her aim was to keep as much space in between them as possible, but it didn’t seem to matter as Damon pressed his lips to the side of her neck and reached one hand around her back while the other quickly palmed her ass. Gasping, she jerked back, pressing her hands against his chest to push him away.

  “Stop, Damon.”

  “What’s going on?” Joyce’s sharp voice broke the silence, and Seraph looked over at her mother who stared at the two of them suspiciously. “Are you messing with my baby, Damon?”

  Damon shook his head, that irritating smirk still plastered on his face. “Not at all, Auntie Joyce. Just hugging her too tight.”

  Lips twisted and eyes narrowed, Seraph turned to her mother. “No, Mama. He grabbed my—”

  Before she could finish her sentence, a loud car horn startled her, and her mother’s phone immediately began to ring. Seraph watched a pleased look appear on her mother’s face as she looked at her phone.

  “Hold that thought, baby. My friend is out front.” Without giving Seraph an opportunity to ask what she meant by “friend”, Joyce took off around the side of the house, fingers running through her sleek bob as she tossed over her shoulder, “You’d better be nice to my baby, Damon, or I’m putting your ass out!”

  Not sparing Damon a glance, Seraph immediately bolted back into the house as soon as her mother was out of sight, attempting to put some much-needed distance between the two of them. She rushed into the kitchen, placing her hands on the cool, stone countertop and letting her head hang dejectedly. She’d managed to avoid bumping into Damon at work for the past week and now, he’d shown up at her mother’s house? What were the fucking odds? Was he still on drugs? Is that why he felt comfortable gripping her ass in front of her mother as if it was the most natural thing in the world?

  “You running from me?”

  Shocked, Seraph spun around and locked eyes with Damon, who leaned against the door that led to her mother’s backyard. She hadn�
�t heard the ever-present squeal of the screen door opening and closing, and he seemed to appear out of thin air. As she tried to figure out how he had managed to get inside so quietly, the smirk on those full, brown lips of his distracted her. How dare he look at her like that? As if he hadn’t just groped her?!

  Fueled by her anger, she stalked toward him, cocking her arm back and slapping him across the face.

  “Don’t you ever again in your life put your hands on my ass, Damon!”

  When he didn’t so much as blink, she felt a stab of concern slash across her chest and took a single step backward. His lack of reaction was…odd.

  He rolled his head in a circle, cracking his neck in the process before meeting her gaze again. The smirk had finally dropped from his face.

  “Can I put my mouth on it?”

  “You’re a—huh?”

  “What about my dick?” He stepped toward her, and she answered his movement by taking another step back.

  Damon dragged his tongue along his bottom lip. “You told me not to put my hands on your ass again, so I asked if I could use my mouth or my dick instead.” He continued forward until Seraph’s back hit the counter. He placed one hand on the counter behind her and the other on her waist, the heat from his fingers singeing her over the thin fabric of her dress.

  “What about… in it?” he asked in a low, sensual voice. “Can I put my dick in your ass, Seraph?”

  She swallowed over the lump in her throat and stared up into the eyes of the man she’d known since he was six years old. There was nothing recognizable in those brown depths, and that was perhaps more terrifying than the way her body heated at his lewd questions.

  “Damon, what the hell are you doing?!” Her voice was barely higher than a whisper, the words straining to jump out of her mouth.