Chapter 6. Bath’s Not Necessary

Honestly? I have gotten too comfortable being a bait that I forgot I’m bait.

Tom changed directions three times just to confirm it, and yes, there is a red beetle car following us ... I mean, me.

I know it’s stupid, but I expected some kind of warning.

Like a prickle in the back of my neck. Or something falling out of my hand during the day. Anything to tell me tonight was going to be different from the last four nights?

That I would have to confront Silco tonight.

“Stay cool, Stella,” Tom said, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

“Whoever is following us will have to report to Silco first. So you still got tonight to ... I don’t know, do whatever it is you do around here. Or maybe fuck Damien, haha!”

Tom burst out laughing as if he didn’t just suggest sex with Ms Deet’s boyfriend. As if his suggestion wasn’t a very short track to getting my ass killed.

I wish I could smack him just to see if he still thinks it’s funny. But forget that, now I can’t get his stupid suggestion out of my head.

The car followed us all the way to the Cabin ... or maybe not.

I couldn’t see it behind us as we drove down the last stretch of the dirt road. And that worries me.

Anyway, Tom seemed dedicated to getting my head full of ideas tonight. He pulled up at the driveway, making another hint on getting Damien’s big dick down my throat. And all I could do was frown at him.

Mostly because I kinda want it.

Jerk.

Naturally, I can handle my desires.

Okay, let me say it properly, after the threesome with Charlie and her boyfriend, I have been able to control my hormones perfectly. And Tom getting my head full of ideas isn’t much of a big deal.

At least it wasn’t until I landed on the bed and his words filtered back to my mind.

‘This is my last night with Damien,’ I thought to myself, staring at the ceiling and trying to imagine how we would relate when everything was over.

Although I’m sure we’ll still remain friends, I doubt Ms Deet will sit by while we hang out and play games like we’ve been doing for the past four nights.

I know I’m not going to miss living in this Cabin, but I’m definitely going to miss Damien.

‘Where the hell is he anyway?’

He should be back by now.

I quieted my mind, listening for any disturbance that would suggest he’s back from his routine perimeter check. Nothing. Just crickets, frogs, and toads.

He is probably creaking around in the basement. Or is he running circles around the Cabin again?

He isn’t, looks like he isn’t back yet, and I’m alone.

I let out a sigh as a mixed feeling of idleness and emptiness settled inside me. Just as I decided to take a bath and get ready for bed, I heard the front door creak open.

“Stella, you in here?”

An involuntary smile crept onto my lips, and I responded quickly;

“Yeah, just about to take a bath. What took you so long?” I said, getting out of my clothes as I listened to Damien’s chuckle as his footsteps got closer.

“So what? It’s not like you’re missing me already, are you?”

I can already picture him leaning against my door and grinning dangerously sexy. I can’t help my own smile. Thank God he isn’t here to see my stupid smile.

Anyway, I don’t trust myself to give him a nonchalant response, so I remain silent. I put away my clothes and wrapped myself with a towel.

Then I realized I hadn’t heard Damien’s retreating footsteps.

“Are you just going to keep standing at my door? You know that’s creepy, right?” I said, after a whole minute of silence.

And yes, he is still not walking away,

“I’m just trying to decide on something.”

“What’s that?”

“You want to take a bath, right?” He asked, and a small frown played on my brows.

“So...?”

“Well, I want to take a bath too.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

My mind is screaming, heck no. That’s like a short track to presenting my pussy to him.

And my body is already betraying me.

I can feel myself getting damp just from the thought of being together in a small space ... naked. Fuck, I want to tell him to meet me in the bathroom.

“Hey, Stella,” Damien said in a sing-song tone.

“You still there?”

“I...” I paused. Okay, I don’t know what to say. Should I say...

My doorknob turned, and Damien let himself into my room. Shirtless, sweat glistening off his chiseled abs, and the faint trace of a bulge in his pants.

Looks like he is thinking the same thing I’m thinking.

“You ... We can’t do this,” I said, balling my fists beside me and trying to take my eyes off his bulge with no success.

And the closer he got to me, the faster my heart thundered.

“So ... We can’t take a bath in the bathroom?” He said with a curious tone that sounded almost too serious.

I looked up at him ... He isn’t smiling, or smirking, or doing anything that would suggest he’s messing with me.

And as much as my mind and brain keeps screaming ‘get the fuck out of here’, my body remained in place even as Damien stood so close that my boobs are grazing his stomach.

All I could do was look up at him and hope he would refuse to listen to anything stupid I say next.

Wait, what did I want to say?

It doesn’t matter.

Damien slipped a hand under my towel, resting it casually just under my ass as he pulled me closer to him.

My breath hitched, and I swallowed hard. But at least my brain hasn’t betrayed me yet,

“Please, don’t do this,” I whispered softly, almost like a moan. I had to clear my throat.

“Damien,” I said, blinking away the lust in my eyes, “please don’t let us do something stupid.”

“I shouldn’t let you take a bath?” He said, giving my ass a gentle squeeze as his free hand sneaked up to grab the base of my other ass cheek.

Before I could process his obviously manipulative question or figure out a way to drown the tingling sensation of his hands at the base of my ass. Damien picked me up, and I instinctively locked my legs behind his waist, just as my arms went around his neck.

“So...?” He said, cradling my ass as my hips absentmindedly tried to place my pussy on his bulge.

His eyes never left mine, and as much as I’m trying to fight and ignore how much I want this...

It is a losing battle.

“What about your girlfriend?” I said softly, searching his eyes and finding the same lust that’s in mine, too.

He blinked, lifting me up slightly and subtly controlling the small movement in my hips as I rubbed myself on him.

“I don’t see Deet here, do you?” He said with a heavy breath. I didn’t even realize I had leaned close enough that our lips were almost touching.

And yes, Ms Deet is not here. No one is; it’s just me, Damien, and a bed waiting for us.

“Do...” I paused, biting my lips as I looked into his eyes.

“Do we need to bathe?”

“No. No, we don’t.”

I kissed him.

Fuck, I have wanted to do this for days now. And damn, does he taste good.

He squeezed my ass and spread my ass cheeks far apart. It kinda hurt, but damn, it felt good.

I arched my back, biting his lips gently as I devoured him. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer as I grind on him.

Feeling the coarse fabric of his jeans on my pussy ... my boobs squished against his chest with my nipples trying to drill holes on my towel. Fuck, I’m so wet. I didn’t even realize Damien was moving until we crashed on the bed.

Damien recovered first.

He got off me and started fumbling with his pants. I couldn’t wait. Heck, I didn’t even need to command my body.

I instinctively sat up in bed and went straight for his chest. Just as my hands caressed his abs, waiting for him to release his dick from his pants. With my tongue twirling on his nipples, I suckled and licked one after the other.

I don’t do this often, but seriously, it’s fun not being the one moaning because of a flicking tongue on my nipples.

Well, my nipples are a lot bigger than his pinpoint nipples ... lol, but I seriously don’t want to stop.

At least I didn’t until his dick sprung free and my hands instinctively grabbed him like a joystick. And yes, he is a beast.

He is easily 8” long, maybe more. My fingers can barely close around him, and he is still getting thicker as I stroke him slowly. Savoring ... no, no, I can already imagine myself trying to run away from him when he starts pounding me.

Fuck, I want him to pound me.

My hand subconsciously went to my pussy as I took his dick in my mouth with my free hand gripping the base of his dick as tightly as I could.