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Thank fuck for short friends who insist on being front and center of the crowd. When Gabby grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her as we snaked through the screaming fans, I apologized to every person who shot daggers at us for having the balls to shove through. My cheeks flushed and I felt sick. But the second I looked up and realized Damiano was right in front of me and I was only getting closer, nothing else mattered. Obediently, I followed Gabby until we were pressed against the stage. Gabby released her hold on me, screaming for Ethan, the drummer.
My eyes slowly drifted over Damiano as he practically made out with the mic stand, his hands gripping it the way I wish he’d grip my throat. I swallowed hard, licking my suddenly dry lips. His eyes locked with mine as he growled out “I wanna swim between your thighs” and I didn’t dare look away, knowing the next line. Still, his eyes stayed on mine until the chorus where he tore the microphone out of it’s cradle and began to cross the stage to engage with the crowd.
His voice had a way of exposing the part of me I’d kept buried deep inside for my entire life. Struggling to be the perfect daughter, the polite and quiet and modest sweetheart, making my parents proud. That shit didn’t matter when I heard Damiano’s voice. It awakened the hibernating sex goddess within me, as cheesy as that sounded.
By the time the chorus came around again, Damiano was back in front of me, crouching down, his hand caressing down his thigh, taut against the leather he wore. I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck him or if I wanted to be him.
Drenched in sweat and feeling euphoric once the show ended, Gabby proceeded to grab my hand once again, this time dragging me to the side of the stage.
“I didn’t want to say anything because I knew you’d make a big deal about it, but Ethan and I have been DMing each other for the past month,” Gabby spilled, standing on her toes trying to see past the security blocking the only way past the stage.
“What? Why wouldn’t you tell me about that?”
“Because if I told you we were going to hang out with them after the show, you’d chicken out and stay home.”
My jaw dropped and I scoffed. “Gabby! You can’t just throw me into this! Oh my god!”
She smirked and shrugged. “Can’t do anything about it now, can you?”
“You’re a bitch, Gab. For real.”
Gabby beamed proudly, still craning her neck, waiting.
My heart was pounding. I didn’t want to stay, but I couldn’t just walk away from Gabby and leave her behind. She owed me big time. I didn’t want to ask questions, the important one being ‘when you said ‘them’ did you mean all of them, as in Damiano as well’ in fear of sounding desperate. I half hoped so, half hoped he had better things to do.
Finally, someone official with an earpiece came from backstage past the guards and asked for Gabby. Immediately Gabby’s hand shot up.
“I’m Gabby! And she’s with me,” she wrapped her arm around mine.
We were allowed through, following earpiece man through the darkness of the backstage area and into a lit hallway leading outdoors.
Earpiece man pushed the heavy door open and directed us to the lone car in the lot. It was pouring rain and thunder was rolling in the distance. “There’s your ride; it’ll take you to the hotel.”
Gabby thanked him with a squeal and grabbed my hand, yanking me through the downpour laughing the whole time. We basically threw ourselves into the back of the vehicle, high on adrenaline and the unknown.
The driver looked through the rear view mirror and asked, “Gabby, right?”
Gabby nodded, pushing her red hair out of her face. “That’s me!”
I still couldn’t believe what was happening, even worse, the fact that I was going along with it.
The drive was a quick ten minutes. We pulled up to the hotel and Gabby bounded out, holding her purse over her head.
“Um,” I dug through my bag looking for cash. “Here you go. Thank you,” I held out a twenty to the driver, who laughed and shook his head.
“Have fun, ladies,” he called out as I joined Gabby after stuffing the cash back into my wallet.
My stomach was in knots. We rushed toward the entrance, stopping only once we reached the lobby. I was drenched and so was Gabby despite her best efforts to block the rain from her hair.
“Let’s hit the restroom first,” Gabby suggested, her eyes wild with excitement.
Gabby touched up her eyeliner and used paper towels to sop up the rain from her hair as best she could. I wiped the smudged liner from under my eyes and just ran my fingers through my hair, trying to unravel the tangles.
“We look like drowned rats, Gab.”
Gabby laughed. “Breathe, hon. Live in the moment!”
I rolled my eyes but gave her a smile anyway. Checking her phone, Gabby showed me her DMs with Ethan.
“Room 420,” she laughed, pointing to the screen. “How perfect!”
“How long have you guys been chatting?”
Gabby shrugged. “A while. Long enough,” she winked.
“If I’d known you were such a slut…” I started.
Gabby pursed her lips together and planted a hand on her hip. “Yeah? What’s the rest of that sentence, hmm?”
“I would have avoided your friendship at all costs!”
“Yeah yeah,” Gabby laughed and I joined her.
“I’m just teasing. Let’s go get you some.” I gave her a playful shove towards the bathroom door.
Stepping out of the elevator onto the 4th floor, I straightened my dress and walked in step next to Gabby, Queen of Confidence. We knew we were getting closer to our destination by the noise.
At the door of room 420, Gabby gave a curt knock and the door immediately opened. A woman with short black hair gave us a smile and stepped aside for us to enter. Ethan appeared with a smile and enveloped Gabby with a hug immediately.
My eyes wandered around the room, finding Damiano leaning against the balcony door, half in, half out, smoking. He laughed at something another guy said standing across from him, his smile wide and infectious. He glanced toward the front of the room, taking notice of the new guests, doing a double-take when his eyes met mine. He ran a hand through his hair and stood up tall. He returned his attention to the man he had been laughing with, but I was happy he knew I was there.
Gabby was lost in her own little world with Ethan, their arms around one another like they’d known each other forever. I gave a little cough, reminding her about me. She stopped mid-sentence and smiled, reaching her hand out to me. Pulling me toward her, Ethan wrapped his arm around me as well. His long raven hair smelled like mint and smoke.
“This is my best friend I told you about. She doesn’t want to be here.”
Ethan tightened his hug and laughed. “We’ll have a great time, you’ll see.” I’d be lying if I said his accent didn’t affect me. “Let’s get you ladies some drinks.”
We followed Ethan to the island in the kitchen which was littered with all kinds of bottles. Ethan mixed a few different things together, handing both of us our own cups. Gabby downed hers quickly, handing it back for seconds. I sipped mine slowly, looking around taking in the different kinds of people in the massive hotel room. From the corner of my eye I noticed Damiano making his way over and I felt my heart begin to beat thump violently.
“What are we having?” Damiano asked Ethan as he stopped next to me. He looked over us, raising his brows.
Ethan handed him the same concoction and Damiano took a swig then ran the pad of his thumb across his lower lip. I noticed we both had black nail polish on, his a little chipped, adding to his rough aesthetic. Our smudged liner was probably fairly similar looking as well. He definitely pulled it off better than I did, however. I found myself staring at his jawline until I realized he was talking to me. I snapped out of my stupor and blushed, hard.
“I’m sorry?” I breathed out a little embarrassed laugh.
He smiled and repeated himself. “I asked if you enjoyed the show? I think I saw you in the crowd?” His accent almost took me out then and there.
I nodded. “It was fantastic! You guys always kill it.”
“I’m glad you had fun,” he grinned before running his tongue over his lip, smiling wider.
I had a hard time looking away. His cheekbones were almost unreal. Why’d he have to be so goddamn pretty?
Gabby bumped my hip “accidentally,” making me take a jump toward Damiano. Damiano’s free hand grabbed my elbow, steadying me. I gave her a glare as she apologized, her eyes laughing. She’s lucky I didn’t twist my ankle in these heels.
I heard Damiano say something but the music blasting and people chatting over it loudly made it hard to catch everything. He must’ve noticed and bent down closer to my ear, his hand still on my arm.
“Your dress is amazing.”
“Thanks. I really like your jacket.” I silenced the anxiety screaming in my head to get out of there and go home and read a book or go to bed and reached out to touch the sleeve of his red leather jacket quickly.
“Oh, here.” He put his drink down and slipped out of it. “Try it on.”
He placed it over my shoulders and I shrugged my arms into it. It was big on me, swallowing me, but I hugged my arms around myself, smiling.
“Looks even better on you,” Damiano said, picking his drink back up and taking another swallow.
Now he stood there half naked wearing only his leather pants and Doc Martens with his thick choker around his neck and tattoos screaming ‘don’t you dare take your eyes off of me.’
“Maybe your dress would look better on Damiano?” Ethan chimed in, laughing.
I felt my face get hot. “It probably would,” I laughed. I turned back to Damiano. “You look incredible in literally anything.”
Gabby spoke up, though I wish she hadn’t. “What was it you said the other day? He could make a trash bag look hot as fuck?”
I jutted my chin out, knowing she’d find a way to embarrass me somehow, but smiled. “Something like that.”
Damiano smirked. “Let’s swap then. Wanna?”
“Excuse me?”
“In the bedroom. Come.” He took my hand and led me across the room to a double door.
He opened it and we stepped inside to a lush bedroom with a four poster king sized bed. “You seem a little shy, so we can swap in here.” Damiano closed the door behind him and made his way to the oversized accent chair in the corner. He popped a foot up and began to unlace his boot.
“You really want to wear my dress?” I wanted to know.
He looked over his bare shoulder and nodded.
“Oh. Um. Okay.” Thank fuck I wore a matching set of underwear this one time in my life.
I pulled his jacket off and laid it across the bed and reached behind me to unzip my dress. On my own, I could only get it down an inch.
“Can you…?” I gestured to my problem and a barefoot Damiano crossed the floor until he reached me, gripping the zipper and dragging it slowly down my back.
I felt the cool air against my bare back. Glancing up, I saw our reflection in the mirror over the dresser from across the room. The leather pants Damiano wore sat nicely along his hip bones. Seeing him behind me, eyeing his task intently made me suck my lower lip in between my teeth to bite down on it. I needed to regain my composure and stay cool. I hugged the dress against me so it wouldn’t drop.
Damiano barely grazed my lower back with his knuckles. “Your skin is beautiful.”
Fuck staying cool. I turned, facing him. His dark eyes looked down at me, a playful gleam daring me to make the next move.
Silencing the doubt and fears in my head, I took in a deep breath, and then uncrossed my arms, letting my dress slip down. “Thank you,” I said softly.
Damiano’s eyes slowly made their way down my length as I stepped out of the dress, kicking it aside. Now I stood before him in nothing but my black lace bra, undies, and heels. My heart was pounding and my mind was screaming at me for doing something so out of character. I felt my cheeks redden once again, the doubt getting louder.
Aw fuck. He doesn’t want me, what the fuck am I doing?
His eyes returned to mine, pupils almost blown-looking, making his eyes even darker. My chest rose and fell with each breath. I tried to remain as calm as he appeared.
Damiano lifted a hand, resting it under my ear, his thumb caressing my jawline. He pulled me toward him as he lowered his lips to my cheek. He placed a soft kiss, then another at the corner of my mouth. I turned my head, meeting his lips. My heart burst and I felt dizzy. He wrapped his other arm around me, holding me against him.
Kissing me harder, I felt like I’d melt if not for his arm around me. My hands found their way to his hair, gripping it at the roots. Breaking the kiss, Damiano pressed his forehead against mine, our heavy breathing loud between the two of us.
“Put the jacket back on,” he commanded, his eyes heavy with lust.
I grabbed it immediately and shrugged back into it, thrilled by the slow smile forming across his lips.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. “Get on the bed.”
I backed my way to the bed until I felt the mattress against my legs. I crawled backwards to the center, my heels still strapped to my ankles. Damiano slowly crossed to the end of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands reached for my legs, gripping them by the ankles and pulling me down closer to him.
I gasped, then swallowed hard, nervous I would displease him.
“Trust me?” He asked, leaning over my body, running his hands across my stomach, making their way down over my hips.
Nodding, I made a noise meant to resemble my consent and approval for whatever it was he planned to do.
His hand lifted one of my legs up, and he lowered himself, propping my leg over his shoulder. I held my breath as he did the same with the other leg and I brought my hand over my eyes as I felt his fingers brush across my panties. I twitched beneath him and felt a firm hand grip my hip, stilling me against the mattress.
Damiano’s tongue dragged across my thigh. This is it. I’m really doing this.
Hooking his fingers into my panties, he pulled them aside and applied rough pressure against my folds with his tongue. One hand over my face, the other raked across the back of his head, gripping his hair. I didn’t want him stopping anytime soon.
A finger pressed into me as he sucked on my clit, and I mewed like a goddamn cat in heat. I felt him smile against me and he put another finger in, pumping slowly. I was too scared to look, to even move my hand away from my eyes. If it wasn’t really happening, if it was just a dream, the realization would make it all go away. So I stayed, hiding my face in my hand like a coward.
“Look at me,” Damiano hissed. “Let me see you.”
I suppressed an embarrassed chuckle as best as I could and removed my hand, opening my eyes. Glancing down, I watched as Damiano gave me gentle kisses against my thigh with his fingers still exploring me inside. He locked his eyes on mine as he returned his tongue to my clit. The room began to spin and I moaned.
Feeling him smile against me only turned me on more. I needed a better view. He had broken our eye contact and began focusing on what he was doing. I propped myself up on my elbows and my lips parted as my breathing became a little unsteady.
“I want you,” I told him point-blank, wanting more of him, wanting to feel his body against mine.
Giving me one last lap with his tongue, he rose, my legs falling to his sides. Damiano undid his pants and pulled them down, kicking them somewhere across the room. I repositioned myself in the center of the bed as he joined me, crawling over me.
My legs wrapped around his hips as he lowered his lips to mine. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and I tasted myself, dragging my finger nails up his back. Damiano kissed me hard, then ran his tongue over my jaw, making his way to my neck. He nipped and sucked as I slipped a hand down between us. I gripped his hard on gently, applying pressure as I began to tug on him.
He inhaled sharply, dragging his teeth just under my earlobe. Suddenly, he sat back and grabbed my hips, lifting me up slightly, guiding me as I followed his direction. I turned over to my stomach. Damiano pressed himself against me and pulled the jacket back, exposing my shoulders. As he kissed my shoulder blades, he ran his hand up and down my side. I snickered involuntarily, pressing my face into a pillow to muffle the sound.
“You’re very ticklish,” he noted. “You keep giggling, which is not necessarily the sounds I want to hear coming out of your mouth right now.”
I swallowed hard and turned my head to see him in my peripheral. He was smiling, then dropped his forehead down to my shoulder. A hand caressed against my side, this time cupping my breast.
“Fuck me, then,” I said before I could stop myself. Man, I was feeling rather bold.
Damiano groaned and yanked my panties down my legs. He nipped my shoulder as he lined himself up against me. I raised my hips, giving him a better angle. I dropped my chest down, ready for him. He pressed in and we both groaned, thankful to no longer have to wait for this moment. He held onto my hips as he began slowly, coating himself in my arousal.
The way he filled me had me lifting up for more. I wasn’t above begging. I wanted him to give me everything.
He began to move faster, pinning me in place. My hands reached before me for the headboard and I pressed my palms against it so Damiano could hit me harder. My knees began to spread further, deepening his thrusts. He brought a hand around me and circled my clit, making me cry out.
“Please,” I begged him. “Fuck me harder.”
Damiano wrapped an arm around me, lifting me up against his chest. His hand wrapped around my neck and I gripped his forearm. He continued to thrust, grunting with exertion. Lifting my hand, I reached back for him, touching his face. Both of his hands cupped my breasts, pinching the nipples through the lace between his fingers.
It was almost too much. My legs felt weak, too weak to continue holding my own body weight up. Damiano held me in place against him until he grew closer to his release. He let me go and I allowed myself to crash back to the bed, so close to climaxing.
Wildly, Damiano swept his hand over my clit. My walls began to tighten as my orgasm sparked. Feeling it grow quickly, warming me from the inside out, I bit the pillow to muffle my cries.
As I clenched around him, I felt his release as he groaned, still thrusting his way through it. Damiano dropped down beside me, breathing heavily. Once we caught our breath, I stretched out and rolled to my side, facing him. He lifted my thigh and brought my leg up over his hip.
“I’m so glad you’re here. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he admitted.
I smiled softly, admiring the slight sheen of sweat across his chest. I dragged a finger along his sharp jawline. He turned his head and caught it in his lips, playfully biting it.
“Do you think everyone heard us?” I asked.
“Probably not. It’s rather loud out there.”
We dressed and stepped out of the bedroom together; Damiano in my dress which looked killer on him, and me in his leather pants and his red jacket over my bra.
A few people turned to look, Gabby and Ethan included. Gabby smiled, deliriously.
“Wardrobe issues? You guys disappeared for a while,” she smirked.
“Zipper issues,” I blushed, hoping we’d be able to ‘swap our clothes’ back before the end of the night.