Relaxing lonely walk in the middle of the night

After quite a long time, I decided to go home, but Zayd offered me a ride, which I did not refuse. It wasn't like he was personally driving his beautiful luxury hovercar - after all, he had been drinking tonight, so his bodyguard took the driver's place instead.

They brought me pretty close to my so-called home, but I still wanted to walk at least a little bit in the fresh air to get some of the alcohol off, so I let myself be dropped off a few blocks earlier.

"Take care of yourself," added Zayd before I could close the door.

Rolling my eyes, I nodded and slammed the back door of the hovercar and then headed to my abode. The aisles at this time were already deserted and only occasionally could be heard some not very pleasant sound. However, I put that behind me and only perceived the road in front of me. Just relaxing lonely walk in the middle of the night.

I stopped in front of the iron door next to the garage door and opened the iron cover of the touch lock and then unlocked it with my number code and entered the dark room. However, before I could close the door behind me, I felt the pressure of someone pushing me, and then the door closed.

Confused, I grabbed the person in question by a piece of clothing near his neck, which I squeezed in my palm. My other hand, which I had until then deep in my pocket, was ready to strike. Unlike the unknown person, I knew this place, so I had an advantage, even though it was completely dark.

However, the flow of my thoughts was stopped by the palm that covered my mouth and the following familiar voice: "Shhh..."

At that moment I realized who was standing in front of me. Damien. I pushed him away and then felt for the switch next to the door and turned the lights on. Damien looked a little flustered as he looked around as if looking for a place to hide.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly, but at that moment there was a knock on the door and my confusion deepened. I didn't understand who it could be at this time. Annoyed, I went to the door, which I subsequently opened with the question: "Do you need anything?"

There was a guy standing in front of me, who looked about as excited as I was, but at the same time he was trying to curiously look inside behind me. So I leaned my hand on the fur with one raised eyebrow.

"Oh sure. Did you happen to see a young dark-haired guy looking pretty rich down here?"

I furrowed my eyebrows because I realized right away that he was probably asking about Damien, but I wasn't in the mood for any problems, so I just blurted out: "You really think, one of them would voluntarily come down here? Good night."

There was some apologetic words heard from the unnamed one, after which I slammed the door closed which I then locked, and as soon as I turned around, I saw Damien a little way from me, measuring me with his eyes.

I raised my eyebrows in a quiet question at him. That idiot was lucky I just came, but he didn't even thank me for saving him. It wasn't like I was expecting anything extreme but a word or two wouldn't kill him.

"What did that guy want?" I asked when I didn't seem to get an answer.

However, Damien didn't answer and instead kept examining me from head to toe with that weird look that made me nervous. On top of that, he came closer and was only a few inches away from me. Too fucking close.

"What?"

After my next question, he finally gave me another look like he was asking as if he just woke up from a trance. And then, as if something had occurred to him, he smiled, tilting his head to the side: "Has anyone ever told you that you look really hot in that suit?"

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. I couldn't believe my ears and hoped that he would repeat what he said and it would be something different because it sounded really strange to me. However, that didn't happen. Unfortunately.

My current situation reminded me of that night at the club. Once again I stood insanely close to the brunette guy from the wealthiest strata of the population while his palm was placed on my cheek. He ran the thumb of that hand over my lips. How did we get here?

I was so absentminded that I just stood there as if I was a pillar and didn't even speak. In addition, I attributed my situation to alcohol and quite hoped that it was all just a dream. And another shock came when his face came dangerously close to mine, ending with his lips pressed against mine. And I still couldn't force myself to react. Yeah, that's doing of that fucking alcohol, I'm sure.

I automatically closed my eyes and let everything be. After all, what was the chance that it didn't happen to me and this was not just a dream and that the situation from the club was repeated? Certainly not very big. That would be absurd.

And then I felt that Damien pulled me closer with his other hand on my back. I forced myself to finally react to this, so I put my hand on his chest and pulled away from him. However, suddenly I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stared at him. It must have been weird. Maybe that's why Damien smiled:

"You're cute when you're confused."

In truth, I was really confused only after his words. No one has said anything like that to me since I was a little kid. Cute were the girls who were much shorter than I was. I would say. And those smiling like angels. Not me.

But before I could argue, Damien kissed me again. And I decided to shut down my brain at that point, so I raised my other hand, which had been hanging by my side until now, and ran it up Damien's chest and then over his shoulder, finally resting it on the nape of his neck.

My gesture seemed to surprise Damien, but he smiled at the kiss I returned. However, it didn't end there. My hasty gesture, obviously, resulted as the feeling of Damien's hand run down my back. resting at my ass. Pervert.

At the hundredth mark, I thought of pulling away again. I wasn't used to being... in this kind of situation. I was always more in his place. Doing things my way. But instead of listening to my thoughts, well, maybe listening to them only slightly, I directed Damien to the stairs, while we picked up the bottle of whiskey he had brought along the way here not long ago.

A moment later we were upstairs, where I felt the switch and turned off the lights in the workshop. We both ended up in the dark, but I didn't mind and Damien didn't seem to mind because he was still kissing me without stopping.

I directed us through the corridor to my room as Damien's hands began to unzip my racing suit. I smiled a little and raised my head to give him better access to the zipper at the neck part.

When we got to my room where was not a total dark thanks to small lights above my bed which I mistakenly left turned on, I blindly placed the bottle on the shelf next to the door, finally using my free hand to unbutton Damien's shirt, which made him grin.

The top of my suit was already unzipped and Damien and I somehow managed to get it off of me, but since it was part of the whole thing, it was left hanging behind my back.

In response to the loss of some clothing, Damien broke the kiss and looked a little disappointed at the t-shirt I was wearing under the top half of the racing suit. This made me chuckle as I helped him take off his dark dress shirt which I was unbuttoning until now.

I didn't understand what he had with those walls. After a few seconds, I was pinned to one of the four walls of my room as Damien planted kisses on my neck as his hands once again traveled to my back and down to squeeze my ass cheeks. Another wave of weird and not very comfortable feelings creeped at my mind.

I let out a few quiet moans at his gesture as I dug my fingers into Damien's shoulders. He was lucky that I didn't have long nails, otherwise he would have quite a few scars.

I felt the bottom of my t-shirt lift up and a second later I could find it lying on the ground not far from us. This action gave Damien more open spots, which he then began placing kisses on that made me gasp as I felt his lips slowly travel from my collarbone to my ribs and abdomen.

Feeling quite uneasy about this, I forced him to stand again to which I pushed him against my bed. Taking control over the situation to which, to my surprise, made Damien a kind of satisfied or maybe happy expression that I could see before our lips found their way to each other.