Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

He stared at her, shocked at what she had said. Technically speaking, he had a case of syringes that could be used to knock her out if he really wanted to, but he felt like that was a bit excessive at this point.

Tears started falling down his own cheeks as he looked at her, a lump in his throat as he struggled with her words. It was as though she had peered into his soul and seen a glimpse of what was hidden inside. He couldn't deny that he took women because he craved contact, wanted to be close to someone without subjecting them to himself for more than a couple days. The only thing he was really good at was sex, and whenever he took a girl he had them crying out in ecstasy by the end. They never stayed and often hated him, but they couldn't deny that he knew how to satisfy them. And why shouldn't he? His mother had made sure of it, lining her pockets with favors rather than coin.

His fists grabbed the sheets as though he needed to hold onto something to feel steady, his eyes trying to blink away tears. He shouldn't be crying like this in front of her, it wasn't right. She would lose all respect for him. Damien was mute, simply trying told hold back from sobbing with her, a girl who was trying her utmost to claw her way into his chest and hold his heart.

 

[Drobabes]

His silence was what finally made her look, afraid that he had gotten angry with her. Through her own blurry vision, she took in the site of him. The way he was gripping the sheets, the way he couldn't seem to breathe, and the tears. She didn't stare long at that, instead choosing to look away as she sniffed and her own hands formed fists against her legs.

Suddenly she was climbing up out of the bed and standing by the table. She picked up the bottle of vodka, but instead of pouring a shot, she just took a swig of it right out of the bottle. Sitting it down and wiping her eyes again, she turned to him.

She looked almost angry, her brows furrowed and her lips forming that pout. Her hand reaches out and grabs his, peeling it off the sheet.

"Come on, we're going to take a shower. You told me that tonight you're mine, so we're going to go in there and we're going to take a shower, and then we're going to sleep and..."

She almost let go of his hand, suddenly feeling very weak.

"And whatever comes tomorrow is tomorrows problem. Now come on. Please..."

Her eyes stared down at her feet. Despite her tough words, she felt fragile. Like with one wrong word or move, she could shatter.

 

[Poprockz]

He paused for a moment before picking up the bottle with his free hand and taking another gulp himself. That arm was then brought up to wipe his tears dry before he took a deep breath and let it out, standing up next to her and squeezing her hand softly.

"Yeah... let's take a shower. I think some warmth would do us both some good." Damien took the lead and started leading her into the bathroom, leaning into the shower and turning it on. The water was adjusted until it was nice and warm. Once that was done, he released her hand but still stood close, unbuttoning his pajamas before sliding them to the ground. Since she had gone to sleep naked he took her hand again and led her to the shower. It was one of those showers that were strictly for showering, having no lip for a bathtub.

Damien despised baths for reasons he didn't normally talk about, but showers were always welcome. He let her stand under the water first, watching the water trickle down her beautiful body.

The man let out a weak chuckle. "We just got in here and you're already so wet. What a little slut." He laughed softly and looked at her with a little playful smile.

 

[Drobabes]

The water felt amazing on her sore muscles. She hadn't realized until she got in how beat up her body was feeling. She really hadn't taken care of herself properly, barely drinking anything and eating very little food. Her hands form a cup to catch some water, and she drinks it down.

"We just got in here and you're already so wet. What a little slut."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, then used her cupped hands to splash a good amount of water on his chest.

"Just get in here" she said with a smile.

Once he was inside she leaned over and put her forehead against his chest and just stood like that, content to just be with him.

 

[Poprockz]

He smiled and put his hands up slightly as he was splashed, stepping in at her behest and watching as she simply leaned against him. His strong arms went around her loosely and he laid his head on hers. Damien wondered to himself why she liked him- it wasn’t like he had done anything particularly special. He supposed that the same thing could almost be said for her besides the fact that accepting him in of itself was amazing and surprising, even if it just was for a night.

The room soon filled up with steam, the hot water raining down on them with no sign of ever turning cold. He grabbed some shampoo and squirted it into a loofah, lathering it until it was full of suds. Once done, he started to wash her back gently. The loofah glided over her skin, leaving a trail of bubbles behind it. The loofah was moved down to her lower back before he slid it around to her front.

It was brought back and forth across her abdomen, and then up to her breasts, rubbing the soft loofa over and between them. Taking one of her arms, he slid it to her fingertips and back, continuing to wash her soft skin.

 

[Drobabes]

The way he touched her made her feel so relaxed. It was so gentle and attentive, making her sigh and close her eyes just so her senses took in nothing but the hot water and his touch. Her free hand travelled to his waist as he reached her fingertips, and as he guided it back up her arm, she reaches up to kiss his neck. She wasn't hungry for sex, she just wanted to feel him. Be near him until the morning came, because when it did come, she didn't know what she was going to do.

Well, she did, but it was more that, she didn't want to.

She would go back to her apartment. She would spend a day or two recovering, maybe call her work and see if anything had changed. Call her therapist and book an appointment, then tell her everything except the details that she would need to actually help her get 'better', whatever better was. And she would...continue her life. Without him.

That's how it should be. That's what would be good for her, right?

She leaned back and looked into his eyes, giving him a small smile as the water bounced off their skin. She brought her hand up to caress his cheek and push his hair back, using the same gentle movements as he did to her.

 

[Poprockz]

He closed his eyes and bared his neck to her for a moment as she softly kissed him. Such sweet treatment was so addictive, the man not knowing that intimacy could feel so good. The man couldn't remember a time in which a woman had looked at him with such a tender gaze.

Damien smiled back at her as he moved to wash her other arm as well, using the same movements to make sure that it was more of a caress than a movement meant to wash her. The man gently pushed her back and down onto a bench in the shower, the better to wash her legs. He knelt and lifted one of her legs, washing her thighs and calves, the loofah moving to her foot.

He rubbed the loofah on her foot, wondering if she was ticklish at all.

 

[Drobabes]

Her smile faultered just a little as his soft caresses reached her foot. She was fine and managed to hold herself still until the loofa started working up to her toes, at which point she laughs and has to pull her foot back.

"Okay handsome, I think that's enough of that. You're already making me feel like a princess with all this soft caressing."

She leans forward and traces the muscles of his arms with her fingertips and kisses him softly.

"Why don't we trade places? You don't have to do all the work, you know" she teased him softly.

 

[Poprockz]

For a moment, he was tempted to say something super corny about her being his princess, but he restrained himself. It seemed like something that would be just a little too saccharine even for his own tastes. He chuckled for a moment, starting to wash her other leg.

Though, when he feels her soft touch on his arm he looks up just in time to see her face close, her lips pressing against his for a moment before pulling back. Damien considered her proposition for a moment, wondering if it would be okay if he accepted. He was honestly more comfortable being the one doing the washing than letting himself be washed. It felt better to have something to for the other person rather than having them service him.

However, she seemed to want it, so he reluctantly nodded and sat down on another bench opposite hers. He looked a bit anxious, reaching out to give her the loofah. "You don't have to be thorough. A quick once-over would be fine."

 

[Drobabes]

"You don't have to be thorough. A quick once-over would be fine."

She chuckled but didn't say anything, instead letting the loofah and her hands do the talking for her.

She started on the back of his neck and slowly trailed down his shoulder and arm. Once she reached his wrist, she brought the soft suds back up the front of his arm, then down along his collar bone and down his chest. She pressed her lips to his other shoulder while she continued to caress his chest with slow circles, then she moved the loofah back up over his shoulder and to his back, making slow and lazy trails. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel, so she paid special attention to his body language as she moved, trying to gauge how relaxed he was.

As she continued to explore his body, almost feeling a bit timid, she notices that the bandage she had applied earlier is taped to his wound. Her hand trails over it briefly, remembering how stubborn he had been about letting her clean it for him, and now he was letting her wash his back.

A lump started to form in her throat and she has to force herself to swallow. Not wanting to ruin the moment and be overcome with emotion again, she shifts her focus to his other arm, making slow and gentle strokes.

"Do you want me to wash your hair? If feels really good."

 

[Poprockz]

His body remained somewhat tense and anxious until she kissed his shoulder, her lips comforting him and making him feel more relaxed. The entire thing felt a bit alien to him, her soft touch, loving eyes, the way she was catering to him. He was used to being the one doing things, or trying to please the other person, not the other way around. It almost made him feel guilty, as though simply sitting there and letting her touch him wasn’t enough.

He couldn’t deny that it felt really good to feel her washing his body, though. The loofah felt great against his skin, and every move felt like it was laced with intimacy. Briefly, he felt her hands trail over the bandage on his back, but it didn’t hurt and he paid it no mind. Her words made him hesitate for a moment, tempted by the offer, but unsure as to whether it would be excessive of him to accept.

After a few moments, he simply nodded to her.

 

[Drobabes]

She smiled as she stood up and grabbed some shampoo and conditioner, then sat on her knees behind him. His hair wasn't very long, but she brushed it back from his face anyway before applying a small dab of shampoo. From her own experience at the hair salon, she couldn't relax and enjoy it unless she felt completely comfortable that the soap and water wasn't going to run down onto her face, so she made sure to wipe most of the water from his face first and make sure it wouldn't drip down into his ears when she started.

Her fingers worked the shampoo into a lather, applying it evenly throughout his whole scalp and gently massaging it in. She made sure to catch any stray trails as she worked, wiping them and bringing them back up to his hair. When she felt like it was clean enough, she gently pushed his forehead back and brought his head under the warm stream of water. She didn't bring it completely back, just enough so that she could use her hands as cups and rinse the soap out. With her hands she had better control over where the water went, being careful again to make sure it didn't get in his face or ears. Once it was all rinsed out, she did the same treatment with the conditioner, and while they waited for the conditioner to set in for a minute, she went back to rubbing his neck and shoulders with the loofah.

She hadn't really had a chance to explore his body until now, and she had to admit, she was really enjoying it. His muscles were smooth and strong, and she liked the way they felt under her small hands as she glides them down his skin. She liked exercising herself, going on hikes and runs and such, but she had never been one to really work out. She wondered how much work he had to put in to take care of himself like that.

As her hands slide up his back slowly, she stops on the band-aid again.

"You should probably let me peel this off and check it, let the water clean it again."

While she waited for his answer, she let her hands continue up between his shoulder blades and softly run through his hair before she started rinsing it for him.

 

[Poprockz]

His eyes closed as she started to work the shampoo into his hair- he never wanted her to stop. It felt so relaxing and gentle. When he was growing up, he couldn't remember a time in which his mother had done the same for him. She was more one to leave him to his own devices as long as he ended up washed eventually. However, it was usually a maid or nanny doing that for him, and they weren't gentle. They wanted the job done fast so they could get to their other duties, roughly drying him off before leaving. For the longest time, he didn't even know that showering could be enjoyable.

Why was he thinking of his mom at a time like this? He didn't want her spoiling this moment for him, so he pushed her out of his mind and opened his eyes to focus them on Cora as she carefully rinsed his hair of the bubbles. The tilting back of his head made him tense slightly, instinctively not liking the movement of pushing even his head backwards. His heart beat a little more quickly, but he swallowed the slight fear he felt and took deep breaths to work through it.

Her hands applying the conditioner afterward made him let out a sigh, his muscles relaxing once more. Then he felt her go back to rubbing his body, the glorious feeling of her small hands making him so grateful that he was able to experience something like this before... well, before he didn't.

Damien turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder as she mentioned the bandaid. "I..." There it was again, the tipping back. Once again, he took a deep breath and focused on her. "Yes. If you think we should, then that would be fine. Just let me know what you're doing when you do it so I can be prepared, okay?"

 

[Drobabes]

"Alright."

She finished rinsing his hair, still being very careful not to let any water or soap drip down. When she was done, she stroked his shoulders again.

"All done. Do you want me to take it off now? I'll try not to tug it too bad, but if it starts to hurt too bad we can do it when we're done in here. It shouldn't hurt though," she laughed a little.

"Those extra shots you drank probably numbed it."

 

[Poprockz]

He ran his fingers through his hair when she was done. It felt so nice and silky, and he thought to himself that maybe he should use conditioner more often.

"Rip it off fast-- it's okay. prolonging the pain only makes it worse." he replied. Damien looked over his shoulder and gave her an inviting smile, letting her know that it was truly okay. The man then braced himself, waiting for the sting of pain he would feel from the peel of the bandaid.

 

[Drobabes]

She smiled back, then put her hand on the skin above the band-aid and held it down while her other hand worked a corner with her nail until she could grip it properly. She was really hoping it wouldn't hurt him much at all, because if it did, even with the alcohol numbing it, then that would mean it wasn't healing properly.

"Ok, got a grip on it" she said as a warning, then she peeled it off with one smooth jerk.

 

[Poprockz]

He barely felt it, looking back with surprise. "You got it? Huh. Maybe I'm drunker than I thought." It had been assumed that even if he had consumed more booze, it would still hurt to have the band-aid ripped off. Damien shrugged and tried to look back at the bite. He would really need a mirror to do so, though.

"How does it look?" he asked, letting her look at her own handiwork. Again, part of him liked the fact that he would have her mark on his body forever.

 

[Drobabes]

It was a little hard to see it properly in the shower, but she didn't see any signs of infection. It was only mildly swollen, but not too red or hot to the touch. She pulled on the skin just the slightest amount, but even the inside looked fine, just healthy raw skin with no signs of puss or discoloration.

"I think you're dieing... I'm joking, it looks fine. You might...have a scar though...sorry."

She sat back, looking a little embarrassed. She still wasn't quite sure how she had managed to give him such a nasty bite, and the memory of the way his skin had felt between her teeth made her shudder.

 

[Poprockz]

He thought for a moment and chuckled. "That'll be fine. I like the idea that I have something to-" The man paused for a moment, readjusting what he was going to say, "keep people thinking I'm a badass, right?" Honestly, he just like having something she could never take back. It felt like a physical representation of her impact on him. She had broken through the skin, leaving her mark on him forever, physically and metaphorically.

Damien turned slightly and reached out, taking some of her hair in his hand and watching it slip out of his fingers. "Did you want me to do your hair as well? I might not be as good at it, but I can at least massage it into your scalp and then let you rinse. I think I would probably get it in your eyes otherwise."

 

[Drobabes]

"You are quite the bad ass, forcing innocent girls to eat your obnoxiously perfect pizza."

She gave him a teazing smile and splashed him with the water again, and was about to teaze him some more when he reached out and ran his hand through her hair. Her expression softened, and she thought about it, but nodded no.

"I think if I wash my hair anymore it will start getting dried out, but you're more than welcome to touch me anywhere else."

Her smile turned coy then.

"I mean, that is if you're not too tired. Damien The Badass."

 

[Poprockz]

He ran his fingers through his hair and struck a pose. "I can't deny it, my pizza is too perfect for this world." Damien grinned at her and shielded himself as she splashed the water at him.

When she mentioned other possibilities as opposed to hair-washing, he raised his eyebrow. Just the thought of burying his cock inside her once more made him start to get hard. His cock pulsed and started flooding with blood, engorging and getting ready.

"I'm never too tired for a bit of shower sex." He moved over to her on her bench and spread her legs, kissing her thighs softly before giving them a long, teasing lick. His mouth moved closer to her sex, his hot, steamy breath coming out in a soft pant over her petals. Damien looked up into her eyes with a smirk and licked his lips before running his tongue across her folds delicately. He wanted to tease her and have her beg him for his tongue inside her before he would part her lips. The tip of his tongue traced the outside, coming tantalizingly close to her clit before veering away again, his strong arms holding her legs open wide for him.

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes widened a little noticing he had gotten hard so fast. Did she really have that kind of effect on him? With just a look and a few words? She felt a little swell of pride and warmth that quickly changed to desire at his words.

God did she love that look in his eyes. It made her feel so special and sexy, when she had always considered herself rather plain. She knew she could clean herself up real nice and look pretty in a dress and heels, but the way he looked at her...she really had no words to describe it.

His kisses to her thighs were so sweet, but when his tongue made a warm trail up her skin she moaned. He hadn't even reached her sensitive sex and already she wanted him so badly.

When he finally did reach it, she panted. The alcohol in her system was making everything more sensitive and his hot breath alone sent a delicious coil twisting through her that wanted to make buck her hips. It felt like an eternity between that sexy smile and his tongue finally gracing her soft folds.

A little gasp escaped her as she gripped the bench with one hand, and her other hand went down to rest upon his own were he was holding her legs. She wanted so badly to push her hips up into his face, seeking out more, but she restrained herself. She knew he would push her to that sweet abyss of pleasure and follow her over if she could just be patient, but it was extremely difficult while watching the way the water bounced off his muscular back, bent between her legs.

"Damien..."

 

[Poprockz]

Damien's cock twitched when she said his name with longing. He wanted to slip his tongue inside her, but he still wanted to tease her just a bit. His tongue gently licked over her petals, catching the nectar leaking out but making sure not to delve inside. Then, he withdrew a bit and started kissing his way up her belly, giving her a teasing lick around her navel before moving on. He knew better than to try that again with how she reacted previously.

His face kissed its way to her breasts, her left breast to be exact. He reached the bottom of it and made a long lick from the underside of her breast, all the way to the nipple itself. The nipple was then pushed by his tongue, the tongue unable to do so for long before slipping past. His mouth latched on to her breast and he started sucking on it softly, gently pulling her breast with his mouth and lashing her nipple on the inside. When he finally drew back, a string of saliva connected her breast and his mouth for a moment before he moved over to the other. This time, he merely used his tongue to lap, lick, and swirl her nipple.

Stopping, he panted for a moment, simply kneading her breasts with his large hands before licking down her abdomen. He got closer and closer, his tongue leaving trails of saliva on her body as he went. As he got inches from her pussy, he stopped and kissed gently and softly, looking up at her as though he was daring her to ask. Damien wanted to see if she would beg for it, or simply guide his head where she wanted it.

 

[Drobabes]

She shivered with pleasure as he continued to tease her, her hips leaving the bench just slightly as his tongue came so tantalizingly close to her clit. When he started to move up her body she whined a little in protest, but it quickly turned to soft pants. She leans back and closes her eyes, just enjoying the way he toyed with her body.

As his soft lips traveled up to her chest, she shivered again and then moaned as he brought his mouth to her breast, teasing and licking. She couldn't help herself this time, and she bucks her hips against him, seeking out something more-his lips, his cock, even his hands would suffice. He was just driving her crazy and she wanted him to touch her sex so badly.

Finally he started his slow, teasing trail down her body and she opens her eyes to watch. His gaze was lingering, however, and he didn't seem to be going any farther. She whines a little and moves her hips a bit. Surely he must know he was driving her crazy, did he want her to ask for it? Was that what he was waiting for?

"Damien please... you're driving me crazy. I need you inside me..."

Her hips lift a little again as she pants and whines. This amount of teazing, especially by someone so talented, was new to her. It was amazing but almost frustrating. She felt so full of need that it almost hurt to be denied.

 

[Poprockz]

Her voice was so sweet when she said the words he wanted to hear, the need in them making him feel sexy and wanted. "Oh, is that what you want? I suppose I could oblige..." he said innocently, winking at her for a moment before lowering his face back between her legs. Instead of teasing this time though, he went straight for it. His tongue plunged between her folds and he licked ravenously.

He loved how hot and wet she was for him, his hands still holding her legs wide as his tongue worked her with expertise. Damien flicked his tongue up against her clit whenever he got the chance, Pushing and twirling his tongue around it for a few moments before moving near the entrance to her sex. Pressing his mouth against her, he slowly wiggled his long tongue into her entrance, one of his hands coming up to start rubbing her clit softly.

His tongue explored her, squirming and rubbing inside her as he felt more of her juices leak past his inquisitive muscle. He moaned against her, lustfully starting to slowly plunge his tongue in and out of her, rubbing against her entrance each time.