Chapter 301: the unexpected II

Chapter 301: Chapter 301: the unexpected II

The afternoon continued around them.

The event below eventually came to an end, followed by another, and then another. The crowd gradually thinned as students began gathering their things and making their way out of the grounds.

Vivienne remained beside Damian.

At some point, she stopped thinking about how close they were.

She simply let herself enjoy it.

His arm around her shoulders.

Their hands still joined.

The occasional brush of his thumb against hers.

It was familiar.

Comfortable.

And perhaps that was why she didn’t notice how much time had passed until Damian leaned closer.

"What time is your dinner with your friends?"

Vivienne blinked.

Dinner.

Right.

She didn’t actually have dinner with them.

She had only said that because she’d wanted an excuse not to see Damian later.

But now he was here.

And she couldn’t exactly send Claire a message and explain something out of nothing.

She sighed.

"Actually..."

Damian looked at her.

"We’re not really having dinner."

His eyebrows rose.

"You’re not?"

"I mean, I don’t know yet." Vivienne paused. "We haven’t really decided if we’re going to have dinner together."

A slow smile appeared on Damian’s face.

"Oh."

Vivienne narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

"So we have time."

She stared at him.

"Damian."

"What?"

"Don’t tell me you’re thinking about doing that again."

Damian chuckled. "Well."

Vivienne’s mouth fell open slightly.

He looked entirely too pleased with himself.

She glanced toward the grounds.

There were only a few students left now, most of them already gathering their things.

Then she looked back at him.

"You’re impossible."

"So you’ve told me."

"And we’re literally at school."

"It won’t take that long."

Vivienne covered her face.

"Oh my God."

Damian laughed.

She lowered her hand and gave him an exasperated look.

"You’re really not serious, are you?"

"Why? You don’t like it?"

Vivienne looked away.

She should say no.

She knew she should.

Tonight, she was going to call Christopher.

She was going to tell him what she wanted.

And if he wanted the same thing...

Then things with Damian would have to end.

But Christopher hadn’t answered yet.

Nothing had happened yet.

And Damian was here.

Warm and familiar and annoyingly tempting.

She looked at him again.

"Fine."

His smile widened.

"But we’re leaving when I say we’re leaving."

"Of course."

"I mean it."

"I know."

Vivienne shook her head.

She couldn’t believe she’d agreed.

Again.

By now, the grounds were almost empty.

Damian rose and held out his hand.

"Come with me."

Vivienne looked at him suspiciously.

"Where?"

"You’ll see."

She took his hand anyway.

He led her away from the stands, past the edge of the equestrian grounds and toward the polo club’s private facilities.

Vivienne recognized where they were going almost immediately.

She stopped outside the entrance to the men’s locker room.

Then she looked at Damian.

"Seriously?"

His mouth curved.

"What?"

"You’re taking me there?"

"It’s private."

"That is not the point."

He laughed softly and opened the door.

The men’s locker room was spacious and immaculate, with rows of dark wooden lockers lining the walls and polished wooden benches arranged between them.

Vivienne looked around.

Then her eyes landed on the lockers.

Damian followed her gaze.

And, for perhaps the first time, he thought about exactly whose clothes usually ended up in this room.

His.

Anthony’s.

And since there’s the sports fest going on, even Christopher’s.

It’s almost devious.

Somehow, that made it even better.

The thought amused him.

Damian closed the door behind them.

Then locked it.

Vivienne turned.

"Damian..."

He was already looking at her.

The teasing expression on his face disappeared.

He stepped closer, one hand settling around her waist.

Before she could say anything else, he pulled her toward him and kissed her.

Vivienne’s hands came up against his chest.

He kept one arm around her as he guided her backward, their kiss unbroken, until the backs of her legs touched one of the wooden benches.

She sat.

Damian followed, still kissing her.

Then his hand slipped from her waist to the back of her head.

His fingers threaded gently into her golden hair as he eased her backward.

Vivienne’s head came to rest against the bench, her hair spilling across the wood behind her.

Only then did she break the kiss.

"You are ridiculous."

Damian smiled.

Hovering over her, he looked entirely too pleased with himself.

"I know."

Vivienne stared up at him.

His black hair had fallen slightly across his forehead, his blue eyes fixed on hers.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then Damian leaned down again.

His mouth found hers again, softer this time—a slow, melting kiss that made her knees go weak even as she lay flat against the polished wood.

His large hands slid down to the hem of her white Oxford shirt, his fingers deftly popping the buttons open one by one. Vivienne gasped softly against his lips as the cool locker room air hit her stomach, exposing her smooth skin and the delicate pink lace of her bra.

Damian pulled back just enough to look down at her, his blue eyes darkening with a heavy, appreciative warmth. "You look unbelievable," he murmured, his thumb trailing over the exposed curve of her waist.

Then, he unzipped her short skirt and glided it down over her hips. Next came her shirt and cardigan, stripped away until she lay on the long bench in only her pale lace bra, dark stockings, and lace knickers.

Damian stepped back for just a second, his gaze sweeping over her before he leaned over to unhook her bra, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Now bare from the waist up, Vivienne felt her cheeks burn crimson under his gaze.

Instead of moving straight down, Damian’s hand slid up her side to curve around her left breast, his fingers sinking into the soft weight of her. She was a full C cup, fitting perfectly into the broad palm of his hand. He squeezed gently, weighing her in his grip, before leaning down to take her into his mouth. He gathered as much of her breast as he could fit, suckling deeply while his tongue swirled over her sensitive nipple, flicking back and forth before shifting to give the other side the exact same attention.

His hands then moved to the elastic of her knickers and the tops of her dark stockings. Slowly, deliberately, he peeled both garments down her smooth legs, pulling them, removing her ankle boots in the process, and setting them aside.

Completely naked now, Vivienne instinctively tried to press her knees together, her arms coming up to cover her chest. Damian chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he caught her knees, gently forcing her thighs wide open.

"Don’t hide from me," he murmured, dropping to his knees between her spread legs.

He leaned forward, looking directly at her hairless, delicate pink entrance. Though he had already fucked her a couple of times before, her slick slit looked pristine and untouched under his heavy gaze.

"Look at you," he teased softly, glancing up through his dark lashes. "So wet already. Were you thinking about this while we were sitting in the stands?"

"I was not!" Vivienne gasped, face burning, though her core throbbed helplessly. "Damian—you’re terrible—"

"Am I?" he asked smoothly, and before she could object, he pressed his open, hot mouth straight against her swollen clit.

Vivienne arched her back, her fingers clutching frantically at his dark hair as he flattened his tongue, taking a long, hot lap from the bottom of her entrance all the way up over her sensitive peak. He worked her relentlessly—sucking her swollen peak, slipping the tip of his tongue inside, then trailing a wet path down to her navel before coming right back up to lap at her slickness.

"Damian... please..." she sobbed softly, her knees shaking against his shoulders. "I’m going to... oh god..."

"Go on," he murmured against her skin. "Cum for me."

He plunged two fingers deep inside her tight, hot passage, pumping them fast while his tongue buried itself back onto her clit. Vivienne let out a broken, shuddering gasp as climax crashed over her, her inner walls clamping down around his fingers in tight pulses.

Damian drank in her release, lingering until her trembling legs relaxed. He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. He then removed his clothes.

He pulled Vivienne up so she was straddling him on the bench, aligning his thick length with her drenched entrance. He was ready to push straight in, but Vivienne caught his wrist, her voice breathless.

"Hey... you should wear protection."

Damian paused, letting out a rough sigh. He reached down into his dropped trousers, pulled a foil packet from his wallet.

He stared down at the foil packet in his hand with a flicker of hesitation. He had never used a condom before in his life, and the unfamiliar extra step felt entirely unnatural to him.

He tore the corner open with his teeth, awkwardly working the thin sheath free before carefully rolling the rubber down his thick, rigid length. Once covered, he guided her hips back down over his lap and steadily pushed inside.

The friction was off immediately. The thin layer of latex muffled the raw heat, making her feel tight in a dull, unyielding way, but he kept going. Vivienne rode him, lifting herself up and sliding back down his shaft while Damian held her waist, his thumb reaching forward to rub her swollen clit in hard, tight circles. They kept up the rhythm, built-up heat pushing them through the awkward barrier, but as the friction grew warmer, Damian wanted more—he wanted to feel every inch of her skin directly.

He leaned up, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Vivienne... I don’t like the feeling of this. Can we just remove the condom?"

Vivienne gasped softly, her own body aching for the direct, searing heat of his skin against hers. "Oh..." She couldn’t even form a complete sentence, her mind hazy with pleasure.

Before she could process a full response, Damian promised roughly against her ear, "I promise not to shoot inside."

He lifted her just enough to strip the rubber off and toss it aside. Without missing a beat, he turned her around so she was facing the lockers. He set her down on the bench, putting both of her feet up on the polished wood so she was crouched over him, taking him back in completely skin-on-skin. Damian stayed beneath her, using both of his hands to grip her waist, guiding her up and down his bare length at a punishing pace, then his fingers reached around to rub her clit.

The wet, heavy sound of their bodies filled the room as she rode him hard. But as the intense friction brought him dangerously close to the edge, Damian knew he doesn’t want to finish yet. He stopped her, shifting their positions entirely.

He pulled her up to her feet, turning her to face the cold metal lockers. He leaned her body forward over the metal doors, pinning her from behind, and drove back inside her with long, deep thrusts that rattled the locker doors.

As the wild, fast pace drove him right back to the brink, Damian growled out, "I’m going to cum..."

Panic and heat flushed through Vivienne—she didn’t want him coming inside her. She quickly slipped off his length and dropped straight to her knees on the floor. Before he could react, she took his throbbing head directly into her mouth, wrapping her lips tight around him and tasting her own sweet juices mixed with his pre-cum. She pumped her mouth over his shaft until Damian let out a low, ragged groan, his hands gripping her hair as he spilled his hot release deep into her mouth.

Vivienne swallowed every drop, cleaning his throbbing head with a slow, wet swirl of her tongue before pulling back.

Looking down at her kneeling on the floor, her lips glistening and her eyes heavy with satisfaction, the sheer sight of her swallowing his cum turned Damian on so intensely that his cock didn’t even go limp. It throbbed and came right back to life, swelling hard against her chin.

He grabbed her hips, ready to pull her up and fuck her right there on the locker room floor, but Vivienne pressed a hand against his thigh, shaking her head breathless. "Damian, wait... there’s still... there’s still sperm on you. You can’t put it back in."

Damian let out a deep, heavy chest laugh, his dark eyes burning with intent. "Fair enough."

He reached down, taking her hand to pull her up, and led her straight into the private shower stalls at the back. He turned on the main shower head, and warm, steaming water cascaded over them, instantly washing away the mess, sweat, and lingering fluid from their skin and his hard length.

As he used his hands to wash her, his touch lingered over her curves. He couldn’t help himself—he leaned down, taking one of her full breasts into his mouth, suckling deeply and swirling his tongue over her slick, hard nipple while the warm water poured over his back.

With both of them completely clean and his cock rigid as steel against her hip, Damian didn’t waste another second. He lifted her left leg, hooking her knee high over his hip, and pinned her flush against the wet, tiled wall. Aligning his bare head with her drenched entrance, he drove straight back inside her with one hard, unrelenting thrust that rattled her against the tile, fucking her under the hot stream once more.

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Tbc

AN: ok.... haha. It was just so hot. Forgive me hahahaha let’s continue the story. (Also we won’t have this kind of scene between the two for a very long time. If ever. Haha)