An Assassin’s Oath by Shayla Hart
Damien
After eighteen hours of driving, my eyes felt like they were on fire, trying to fight off the need to sleep. Not even the four energy drinks and two coffees I’ve had are making a difference.
My head was pounding rather unpleasantly. I glance over at Ezra, who was sound asleep in the passenger seat.
After her meltdown, it seems she’s worn herself out. We were currently driving through Nebraska; I look at my satellite navigation and saw a motel was coming up in two miles. I need to get my head down for a couple of hours, have a shower before we do this for another eighteen hours. I see the motel up ahead and pull in.
Praying they have a room available; I park up and push the button killing the engine. I leave Ezra asleep in the car and step out quietly to not wake her. I glance around and tuck my gun in my jeans and cover it with my t-shirt as I scan the area to ensure we weren’t tailed. Once I was satisfied that the coast was clear, I walk through the automatic doors to the reception.
“Good Evening, Sir.”
“I need a room for the night,” I tell the boy at reception. He nods politely and looks down at his computer, types before looking up at me again.
“We have availability. Would you like to pay by cash or card?”
I keep my eyes on the car as he speaks to me. “Cash.”
“Alrighty. That will be seventy-five dollars, sir.” I dropped a couple of hundred-dollar bills on the desk and glared at him. “Name?”
“John Smith.” I place my hand on the desk and lean in close. “You never saw me. We were never here. Understood?” The boy looks at me apprehensively but nods swiftly and hands me a keycard.
“Um, your room is down the corridor on the far left. Room number nine.” I take the key card and walk out to the car. I move over to the passenger side and open the door and lean in. I shake Ezra. “Wake up.” She jolts up, bewildered, and looks up at me.
“What? Where—” She blinks, pressing her fingers to her forehead and shaking her head. “Where are we?” She mumbles as she climbs out of the car. I close the door, walk around the car to the boot, and tug it open. I pulled out the duffle bag along with Ezra’s overnight bag and closed it again.
“Nebraska.” Ezra rubs her eyes tiredly and sighs. “Come on.” We walk into the motel. I do a quick sweep of the reception and notice the security cameras and fire exit at the building's back. I tug Ezra close to me. I hear her gasp when I wrap my arm around her shoulders, and she instantly stiffens as we walk to the room.
“What are you doing?” Ezra asks, peering up at me with a frown on her face.
“Cameras” I feel her shoulders relax as we near the room. I unlock the door, and she walks in and looks around the room as I close and lock it. I was further into the room and drop the bag. Ezra watches me move over to the window and check the area is secure.
“Um, there’s one bed.” I turn and see she’s pointing at the double bed in the center of the room and watching me as I move around the room. I tug my gun out and look over at her and shrug indifferently.
“Yes. And?” She glares at me.
“I am not sleeping in the same bed as you.”
I slide the magazine from my gun and check it was full before I glide it back in again and set it on the bedside table. “Okay. Then don’t.” I answer and pull my shirt up over my head and toss it aside.
I was too fucking tired, and my body is aching to deal with her shit. My head was thumping painfully. Any more of her defiance, I may just be enticed to shoot her and put an end to this entire headache. I tug the covers back, get into the bed, and sigh. I hit the light switch, and the room goes dark. Oh yes. Sleep. I close my eyes and hug the pillow, but I can sense Ezra just standing there, and it was winding me up. “Ezra, get in the fucking bed.”
Silence.
I sigh and get out of bed. I move over to her. I can just about make out her silhouette with the moonlight filtering through the curtains. I pick her up, she shrieks, and I walk over to the bed and drop her on it. “Goddamn it, Damien!” I grab hold of her hands and pin her down under my body. She stills, and I can feel the warmth of her breath on my face.
“I’m at my wits end with you and your shit. When I tell you to do something, you do it,” I growl.
“I’m not your fucking puppet. You can’t just manhandle and order me around. Who the hell do you think you are?”
“I’m the guy standing between you and a morgue sweetheart. Keep defying me, and that will change fast. You saw yourself what I’m capable of. Do you think it’s wise to be testing me?” I tell her gravely, and she remains silent. “If you don’t want to be manhandled and want to be treated as an adult fucking act like it and do as your told,” I suggest, and she squirms beneath me.
“Get off of me.” Ezra hisses hotly, and I smirk when I notice her breathing quickens. Oh, how I wish the light were on so I could see the fire in her eyes right now. Lucky for her, I wasn’t in the mood to play. I roll off and lay back on the bed while she puts a pillow between us as a barrier, all the while muttering under her breath before she lays down and scoots to the edge of the bed with her back to me. I finally allow my eyes to close and allow sleep to take me.
* * *
I’m not entirelysure where or how to even begin to explain what happened next. Now, I’ve heard of this happening, and it’s called Sexsomnia—or sleep sex, but it has never happened to me before now. It was around two in the morning. I was having a dream, an absurdly realistic erotic dream, one where Ezra was spread out on my bed, screaming, begging me to take her and my God did I take her.
Every touch, every kiss, it all seemed so real…so good. Somehow the pillow Ezra had put up between us disappeared to the foot of the bed. I’m assuming when she was tossing and turning throughout her sleep, or maybe I may have pulled her against me, and she wound up curled up against me, her leg thrown over mine intimately, my arm wrapped around her possessively. I couldn’t recall who did what or if I instigated anything, or if Ezra was also having an erotic dream. All it took was one touch.
Our lips, like two magnets, found their way to one another. It starts with our lips brushing over each other and swiftly gets deeper, more intense the moment our tongues glide over one another.
We kiss hungrily for a couple of minutes, and Ezra begins grinding her pussy against my thigh, and her soft moaning half stirs me from my sleep. I groan when I feel her lips on my neck, licking, nipping, and sucking gently at my pulse point. I’m still stuck somewhere in between my dream and reality.
I bite my lip hard when she unbuttons my jeans, her hand slowly peels the front of my boxers down, and my already rock-hard cock springs up, firm and throbbing. I suck in a sharp breath when her hand wraps around me, and she drags her palm up the length of my dick.
My hips buck up into her hand, and she squeezes gently and strokes me steadily while her lips continue to kiss up my neck, my jaw in search of my lips once again, which I give her without missing a beat. I don’t relinquish control. Ever. I never have—until now.
Although every fiber in my body was battling the need to grip her throat, pin her down into the mattress, and give her a fuck she would take a week to recover from—I let her have this. Everything went hazy. I was still half asleep but somehow conscious of what was happening.
Our kiss grows hot and greedy—our tongues dueling while her dainty hand is busy jerking me off at a slow and steady pace. I groan when she pulls away, breaking our kiss, and she moves to straddle me and shimmies down between my legs. Oh fuck, she’s not about to—and then her mouth was on my cock, licking up the length of my shaft and sucking. “Oh fuck, Ezra, christ..” I curl my fingers in her hair and buck my hips up fucking her mouth, matching her rhythm. Holy fucking hell, her mouth. Jesus! I feel my balls tighten, and the deeper and harder she sucks, I near my release. “Ezra,” I growl, panting as that familiar heat rushes through me and the battle to hold it back is impossible.
Between her hand jerking me off before and her mouth wrapped around my pulsing cock I fight to keep myself in control, but it’s waning fast.
“Ezra, I’m gonna come.” I grit, warning her, but she moans in response and cups my balls in her hand and squeezes gently, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. I close my eyes, lift my hips, pushing my cock deeper until I hit the back of her mouth, and shoot my load down her throat. “Ezra! Fuck!” I howl, bucking my hips with every rush of my orgasm. I gasp when she sucks up my shaft, cleaning every drop of come with her tongue on the way up. I lay there, breathless, for a couple of minutes. I open my eyes when I feel her lips on my stomach.
I grab her arm, yanking her up to me, and meld our mouths together again, kissing her hungrily, getting a second-hand taste of myself on her tongue, which fired me up all over again.
I roll her over onto her back and pin her beneath me as I devour her mouth. Ezra moans and grinds her hips up against me, and I can feel my cock go hard again. I drawback, breaking the kiss. I bite and suck the flesh behind her ear hard, and she gasps.
A sound I was quickly becoming accustomed to. “Damien,” I hear her whisper my name. I reach down and tug her bottoms down; it seems she had the same idea because she kicks them off entirely. Using my thigh, I push her legs apart and press my cock against her. It would be so easy for me to just fuck her right there and then, but she wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t prepared for that. Not yet, not like this. Her first time deserves to be better than a seedy motel…better than the likes of me.
Ezra moans and quakes in my arms when the head of my cock brushes her swollen nub. She reaches up to touch me, but I grab and pin her arms above her head, and she whimpers in frustration.
I lean over and kiss her deeply, teasing and sucking her tongue as I rock my hips, grinding against her slick folds— and fuck was she wet. I’m talking dripping down to her ass wet. My cock slides over her wet folds with ease, and I groan at the feel of her smooth lips against my dick. I’m fucking teasing myself as well as her here, but damn I could never get bored of playing with her pussy. Ezra has such a gorgeous snatch, waxed clean, pretty, plump, and pink—just glittering with juices ready to be fucking devoured.
I sit up on my knees, grab her hips, tugging them closer to me and lift her legs, pushing her knees to her chest, leaving her spread out for me. I fist my cock and slide it up and down her folds, paying extra attention to her inflamed pearl, rubbing the slit of my dick over her clit repeatedly.
Ezra moans, rocking her hips up to match my movement, the friction of the crown of my cock rubbing and patting over her again and again, bringing her closer to the edge. Her breathing quickens, and I know she’s close, so I continue to stroke, and her moans get louder, and she begins to quiver. “That’s it, Ezra, fuck yes, come for me. Bathe my cock with your come, pretty girl.” Ezra cries out as she goes over.
I lean over and greedily drink up her juices while she moans, her pussy pulsing, quivering each time my tongue touches her sensitive clit.
I lift my eyes and look her in the eyes as I suck her clit hard, and Ezra hisses, her back arches up off the bed, and her fingers fist the pillow above her head as I bring her to climax again—this time with my tongue.
I watch in enchantment as she comes apart again, toes curling, lip clamped between her teeth, and crying my name. Ezra falls back on the bed, panting breathlessly. I crawl up, drop a kiss on her lips before I roll on to my back beside her, and tuck my arm behind my head.
We lay there soundlessly in the dark for a couple of minutes to catch our breaths and wrap our heads around what the fuck just happened.
“What just happened?” I hear Ezra ask between breaths staring up at the ceiling. I look over at her and lick my lips.
“I believe we just hit third base.” Ezra shifts beside me. “That’s a talented tongue you got there, Quintero. I’m impressed.”
“I don’t understand…” She utters, stunned, and sits up, raking her fingers through her hair. “I was sleeping. How did we both end up half-naked and…humping.”
“Honestly, I don’t know who started it. You started rubbing yourself on my leg and then gave me one hell of a blow job, and things escalated from there.” I tell her and close my eyes. The bed shifts, and Ezra wraps a sheet around her bottom half, her voice laced with bewilderment.
“No way. I was dreaming. I couldn’t have.”
I sigh.
“Ezra, it’s just a case of sexsomnia. It happens. You were asleep, and you probably thought it was a dream. Hell, I was barely conscious for half of it.” I casually explain, stretching out.
“Sexsomnia? That’s actually a thing?”
“Yes. It’s kind of like sleepwalking. Instead of walking, you just get randy and have a sudden desire to have sex.” I explain with a yawn. “Can we go back to sleep now?” Ezra shakes her head and covers her face with her hands.
“Oh, my God.” She blanches. “I can’t believe this.” I frown and look over at her, not that I can see her in the darkness of the room, just about make out her silhouette.
“Ezra, it’s no big deal, don’t overthink it,” I assure her tiredly, but she remains silent. Good thing we didn’t fuck, or she’d be a blubbering mess after if this is her reaction to a little foreplay. I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. “You’re inexperienced. You’re discovering and experiencing new things about your sexual desires. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” I explain.
“Why didn’t you wake me or stop me.” Ezra questions, perplexed, and I groan inwardly. This conversation is already slowly killing the buzz of the entire exchange.
I really don’t have the patience for whiny, insecure women. How can she look the way she does and be so coy and insecure in her own damn skin? It makes me wonder the type of boyfriends she’s had previously that would give a girl like her such a complex. In my opinion, there's nothing sexier than a woman who embraces and is confident with her sexuality.
I turn the lamp on.
“Ezra, come here,” I demand, and she hesitates but slowly moves over to me. I shift so I could face her and grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger, lifting her head so she could look at me. “Look at me.” Those blue eyes full of uncertainty slowly flitter up to mine.
“What happened back there was nothing but a little foreplay, all right. We’re both adults, and we did nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve had a sexual interaction. Whatever it was you were dreaming about, you clearly had the urge to take charge, take something you wanted, and I didn’t want to take that away from you. Whether we were conscious or not is irrelevant. What happened back there wasn’t just sexual, you’ve been under a lot of stress, and maybe that was a way of you feeling like you still had some control of your life. That’s all. Try not to read too much into it, and don’t ever be embarrassed about your desires or wanting to explore new things.” I explain, and after a beat, she nods, and I let go of her.
“We still have a couple of hours before sunrise, I don’t know about you, but I’m beat. Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”
I turn the light off and lay back down, eager to let sleep take me once again.
* * *
Hours later,I woke up to the sun beaming on my face through a crack in the curtain. I glance down and see a mop of silky dark hair in my face. What in the fuck? Why do I keep waking up wrapped up around this girl? I’m spooning her—the big bad Damien Wolfe— is spooning a fucking woman and seemingly enjoying every minute of it.
I press my nose into her hair and inhale her scent. The smell of her shampoo surrounds me, something exotic, sweet, and dangerously addictive. I brush strands of her hair away from her shoulder and stare at her neck. My fingers were itching to trail along her silky-smooth flesh.
I cave and allow my fingers to leisurely glide lightly down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. I couldn’t resist the smirk when I notice my touch has raised goosebumps all over her skin. My lips are pressed lightly to her ear, and when I breathe slowly, I’m rewarded with a breathy moan and a delightful shiver.
I could play with her body tirelessly and never get bored. The desire I have for this girl is unfathomable to me. My fingers brush the strap to her top idly down and over her shoulder. Ezra moans quietly and rocks her hips, her firm ass rubbing against my aching morning wood. “Damien.”
Is she awake? I can’t see her from this angle. I trail my fingers down the length of her arm down to her hand, slender fingers lace with mine as they glide over hers, and I smirk—Oh,she’s awake all right.
“How long have you been awake pretty girl?” I whisper in her ear, and she sighs softly and barely nods.
“The moment you touched me.” Came her breathy reply. That made me smile, despite my best effort to bite it back— my lips curl.
“Relax your hand,” I speak quietly, squeezing her fingers and draw her hand up and over the exposed skin of her hip where the top she was wearing had ridden up to just under the swell of her full breast. Ezra remains still as I guide her fingers over her stomach. “It truly baffles me how someone as gorgeous as yourself can be so timid and embarrassed by your desires,” I whisper to her while I guide her fingers up her torso. Ezra’s fingers tremble under my own as we inch closer to her breasts, and her breathing hastens.
“There is nothing sexier than a woman who is sure of herself and confident in her own skin,” I affirm roguishly, and Ezra’s head falls back when my lips ghost along the length of her neck. “Being seen as sexy comes effortlessly for you, but you’ve never truly been made to feel desirable, have you, Ezra?” I say, guiding her fingers under her tank top and over the thin lace of her bra. “You’re like an exotic flower that is being deprived of the right to bloom.” Ezra gasps quietly when the tips of her fingers glide over her hardened nipple. “Tragically oblivious of the beauty you’ve got locked away inside of you, the power you embrace, all the delightful things your body is capable of.”
“Damien…” Ezra sluggishly rocks back against my erection, and I swallow the growl that’s bursting to erupt from deep down in my throat simply because this isn’t about me and my animalistic need for her. No, it’s all about her understanding the feeling of losing yourself and yielding to your desires unashamed.
While Ezra caresses her tightened nipples, teasing herself, I watch in delight, my cock growing harder and pulsing painfully up against her ass. “Don’t hold back,” I whisper in her ear. “No hesitation.” Ezra moans and bites her bottom lip when she softly pinches and rolls her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Harder, like your nipple is between my teeth, and you feel that sudden pain jolts through you right down to your pussy, making you ache with need.” Ezra hisses, and her hips shake when she follows my order. “Yeah, that’s it, right there.”
“Oh, God.”
Ezra quakes, losing her breath when I sink my teeth into her neck and suck till I draw blood while I lead her hand down between her legs. “Unbutton your jeans.” Ezra uses her free hand and unbuttons her jeans. “I’m going to show you what your gorgeous body is capable of, pretty girl. You’re going to come so hard you’re going to hate yourself for denying your body such divine gratification for this long.”
The dampness of her silky tan skin and the heat radiating off her body are stirring the caged monster inside of me. He’s itching to come out and play; desperately wants to claim her—fuck the soul right out of her. I
push her hand between those gorgeous thighs toward her pussy, and her legs fall open wider to accommodate both our hands. “Fuck Ezra, you’re so wet.” I damn near growl in her ear when I feel the wetness of her panties. “My mouth is watering just at the thought of tasting you,” I confess, nipping at her ear while our entwined fingers slip inside her panties. Ezra gasps and moans a little when her fingers brush through her slick folds toward her swollen bundle of nerves. “Stroke yourself and envision that it’s my tongue devouring your perfect pussy lips, drinking up your honey.”
“Mmm.” Ezra moans, rocking her hips as she works her fingers over her clit in slow lazy circles. Every time her ass brushes against my erection or I hear her breathy whimpers, my cock strains that much more against the zipper of my jeans, threatening to bust out any minute. She’s so goddamn beautiful, even whilst masturbating, so pure and innocent that all I can think about is tainting her with immoral acts that will unquestionably send us both tumbling to the depths of the fiery pit.
“Has anyone ever watched you while you pleasure yourself, Ezra?” I inquire, sweeping my nose along her neck. Ezra shakes her head, her moans getting a little louder as she works herself closer to climax. I smirk. Baby girl, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll go from daddy’s innocent little princess to a sexual deviant who’ll be begging to get her brains fucked out.
It’s getting tougher the more time I spend with her to withstand the urge not to surrender to my impulses and make her mine.
I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to resist her. Every fiber in my body is burning red-hot to take her, but I know she’s not cut out for the dark fuckery I’m accustomed to—or rather— driven to would be a clearer way to put it.
Ezra’s body trembling pulls me from my wicked thoughts. I squeeze her hand, pull her fingers away from her clit, and she whimpers in frustration. “Patience, pretty girl.” I burr in her ear as I push her fingers down toward her entrance. “You’re going to fuck your fingers hard and deep for me.” Ezra’s eyes flicker open, and I stare down into those intoxicatingly innocent, ocean blue orbs while she slowly slides her middle finger into her velvet cavern. I move my hand away and roll her onto her back so that I could see her face.
“Damien..” Ezra mewls—fucking mewls while her gaze exudes such heady need that made what little blood I had left in my brain rush down to my cock, causing me to almost pass the fuck out right there. I ‘ve got my eyes on hers, watching her reaction like a man possessed while she fingers herself. The squelching of her wet, exquisitely tight pussy every time her fingers slide out is slowly driving me insane.
“Add another finger.” I lean in close, so our lips are a breath apart while I speak to her in a low, gruff tone. Ezra obediently complies and slides her middle finger in, her lips part, gasping at the feeling of her pussy being stretched and filled. “Deeper. I want you knuckle-deep, pretty girl. When you thrust, scissor your fingers, widen that delectably tight pussy for me, sweetheart. Picture my cock sliding deep inside you, stretching you out so much that it burns, but it feels so fucking good that you can’t get enough.” Ezra pants, eyes closed, face flushed as she thrusts hard and deep. I ghost my lips over hers, fucking raring to kiss the air right out of her.
“Show me how you want to be fucked, Ezra.” And she does. Wildly, her hips rolling up off the bed to meet the frantic plunges of her fingers. “Fucking hell, Ezra, if you could only see how insanely gorgeous you look right now.”
“Oh shit, God yes.” Ezra whimpers, biting her lip hard. Her head goes back, and she arches up, toes curling as she soars toward her climax.
“Slow down, sweetheart, press against your g-spot; rub your fingers against it while your thumb strokes your clit and shatter for me, baby.” Ezra follows my instructions and slows her fervid plunges to a slow stroking motion.
My eyes glued to her, my mouth goes dry when her eyes roll to the back of her head, she sucks in a sharp breath, and I know she’s at that brink where she’s about to go plunging into a spiral of mind-blowing, soul-shattering ecstasy. Ezra comes slow, but so hard her body convulses with every pulse strumming through her body. And my favorite part, she screams my name so loud I’m sure the person staffing the reception heard her.
“Oh yes, yes, Damien!” My cock pulses and throbs painfully, so much so that I can’t resist the urge to grind myself roughly against my palm in an attempt to ease some of the tortuous aches.
Fuck me.
I want her…savagely.
I intend to carve my name deep inside her, ruining her for every man that has the nerve even to consider taking her after me.