Under the Stars

Damon

She was a virgin.

She.

Savannah.

Never been fucked.

I’m her first.

“How? How?” I can’t believe this.

She looks away, staring down at her hands still on my chest piece.

~Is she actually nervous right now?~

That’s fucking cute.

“Well, I’ve just never gone all the way before. I got close a few times but it just wasn’t right. It’s pretty self-explanatory, Angel.”

Thoughts of Van under some Reid Daniels-looking fuck makes me want to fuck her again.

I want a moon tattooed on her body.

~Everyone will know then, won’t they.~

I could get “DAMON’S” down her back.

Maybe across each of her pretty tits.

Across her ass.

Down her pink pussy.

~Nobody would be stupid enough to ever touch her again.~

“Why didn’t you say anything? I shouldn’t have been so rough. I—”

Savannah smiles.

Bigger than I’ve ever seen it.

Her hazel eyes look more green now.

She’s so damn sexy.

My words get lost in my throat at the sight of her on my shoulder.

At first I would have sworn she never smiled or laughed.

She didn’t do much of anything.

Always with Blondie. Wandering through the hallway and to her house.

But, now she’s doing it any time I see her.

I like her smile.

~I like her.~

“You were perfect, Damon. This was perfect. If I had a problem I would have said something. I promise.”

Her smile is like the sun.

It’s warm.

Bright.

Seeing it at night in a grassy field, I think I’m watching a miracle happen.

Most girls shoot ~come-fuck-me~ smiles or horny winks.

Not my wild Savannah.

I feel like an asshole still.

I tried to fuck her in the club and in her backyard. Now I take her on the side of some road?

~I have to make this up to her.~

“Are you…upset or anything about…this?”

She looks worried.

I’ve never seen that in her.

I didn’t know she had that.

I mean shit, she looked at my dad dead in the eyes and called him a childish son of a bitch in front of the whole club.

His hand around her throat and breaking open her bullet wound, she yelled back with fire and her attitude no care about what she was doing.

Not a speck of worry there and here she is, worried I’ll be some shitty fucker about not knowing she was a virgin.

Savannah is wild.

Using my arm to bring her higher I pull her in.

~She tastes so fucking sweet.~

“No baby. I’m honored. First time to a goddess? No one will believe me.”

Savannah’s laugh is the best.

“Oh, so you’re into kissing and telling, huh?”

Looking down at her I nod.

“When it comes to fucking you I am.”

I kiss her forehead.

~I’m the only one to have my dick in her at all.~

~I’m her first.~

~In her pink cunt.~

~In her mouth.~

~I need to fuck her ass.~

~Three for three.~

“You’re not hurting?”

I look over her body. She likes to lie about this type of shit for whatever reason.

“No Angel. I’m fine. Really. Hungry and sticky but good.”

I make sure to check her damn leg out.

Last time she tried to hide it.

“I got some stuff in my saddle bag.”

Her stomach growls.

“Shush, we don’t even know what he has yet,” she talks to herself.

“Come on, Shortcake. Your table awaits.”

I wag my eyebrows to hear her giggle again.

I pull her to her feet. Both of us, bare ass, walk up to my bike.

I watch her—I see the wince she tries to hide.

I don’t think it’s her leg this time.

I grab her up, dropping her over my shoulder with her demanding she can walk.

I’m sure she can.

Just in pain.

I sit her on the back of my bike, her legs spread on the sides to show the perfect view of her pussy.

She kicks her legs, not tall enough to touch the ground.

“Angel, you’re drooling.”

“Can’t help it. Look at you, Savannah.”

~She needs food.~

~I can’t take her again.~

~She needs rest.~

~In two days when she’s all healed I’m fucking her on my bike.~

“Close your legs before I lose my mind.”

I close my eyes, digging through my saddlebag to find whatever I can to feed this damn girl. I need something to distract me from her body and what she can do with it.

“Here.” I open the bag of jerky before handing it over.

“Yum.” She smacks her lips.

~She’s a tease.~

“You need to eat some too, Angel.”

She shakes the bag.

Her hair is all over her. Stuck to her back with leaves and stray strands of grass. Other pieces fall down her tits. Stuck in my cum I’m sure.

I covered her with my load. She always makes me empty my nuts with every time she has me cumming for her.

She shakes the bag. I take a piece, chomping it down. Sticking out my tongue, I show her it’s all gone.

“Don’t tempt me, Damon. I know what you can do with that tongue, with that exact position,” she warns me.

Savannah is such a goddamn tease.

Her attitude and that drop in her eyes that has her switching from my lips to my dick.

“Don’t tease me, Savannah. I’ll hurt you. I don’t want that.”

Her hands find me, take me in.

Her legs spread apart.

The heat from her cunt like a furnace.

“Shortcake.”

“Why do you call me that? I’m not that short. Five foot three and a half isn’t terrible.”

~She thinks it’s a shot at her height?~

~She’s so damn cute.~

“Shortcake isn’t for your height, small stuff.”

She frowns, rolling her eyes at the name.

“Why do you call me Angel?”

My arms around her. The feeling of her chest to chest with me. Nothing between us.

I love it.

“Remember how we kinda met?”

She looks up from under her eyelashes.

“You stealing my clothes?”

She clicks her tongue.

“No, I borrowed them without asking. Anyways, when I told Percy I had taken some clothes from a random locker he said it might have been Damon Henley’s.”

She says my name with a deeper voice.

“He sounds like a sexy son of a bitch. Go on.”

That giggle again.

“I didn’t know who you were, so I asked if you were the mayor’s son or something.”

A bark out a laugh.

“Or something.”

She nods, that smile coming back.

“The next day Percy was worried about how I could return the clothes if they were yours. He told me you were the devil’s son and your family has a thing with Uncle Jonah.

“How he didn’t think I should return them even though it was a hand-to-God emergency and I really didn’t know who you were.”

“Why did you?”

“Return them? Because I’m not a thief. I needed them. Freaking cheerleaders stole my stuff and I can’t work my gym lock.”

I raise my eyebrow at her.

“How does that work? You don’t take any shit from nobody. How did some cheer sluts take your stuff?”

A wall is set to be built up in her eyes.

I see it.

See her.

But it doesn’t.

“Before this.”

She wags a finger between us.

“I had lost my fight. I woke up at the end of the world to find my family was dead. That I was broken for good. I couldn’t be her anymore. She died with her family.

“Those bitches stole my stuff because they could. I wouldn’t have fought back. I didn’t. Still haven’t.”

I lift her chin to look at me again.

“Her?” ~Who’s her?~

Savannah sighs, looking away from me.

“I used to be able to do anything. I could do whatever. I crushed it in my singing competitions, I was always dancing, smiling, laughing. I kicked ass at school. I could remember things without trying. Everything came easy to me. I still had shit like everybody.”

Her fingers go over the scars on her thighs.

“But, I was amazing. Eleven-time champion. I had a 4.0 GPA, the best family, friends, life of the party. I always looked my best. I rocked it at life. If I was still ~her~ the first time I saw you, instead of saying ~‘oh no,’~ I would have walked straight up to you. Not hide and try to stay away.”

Her forehead rests on my chin.

Her arms back at my side.

“Damon, you don’t realize how thankful I am for you. For nine months I didn’t fight. Then here you come, knocking me down and challenging me. You pissed me off enough that I fought back.”

She holds me tighter.

~No, she’s hugging me.~

“Nine months I didn’t laugh. One cuddle session in the dark with you, calling you a stalker and hearing your snort. I giggle.”

My baby.

“Thank you for helping me.”

~I helped her?~

~By pissing her off.~

~That makes sense with her.~

“Nothing is for free. I got a price for all this expert help I’ve been giving.”

I tuck her hair behind her ear.

I catch that grin.

“What’s the cost then?”

Her chin on my stomach looking up at me.

“Sing for me.”