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Who: Alyssa and Damian.
What: Shagging in the backyard.
When: Backdated to 8/19.
Where: Their house.
Rating: Hard NC-17 for smut.
Status: Complete!



Alyssa had had it with the stupid orientation. Yet another meeting about the food plan, yet another thing that didn’t apply to her. She just didn’t want to be there anymore. Fortunately, she was walking through the front door of her house. “Hello? Mum? Damian?” The house that was surprisingly empty.

While the house was empty, Damian was home, he was just out in the backyard. After their phone sexcapade the night before, Damian had started to think about what Alyssa had said about wanting to have sex out on the patio. He knew that Nancy was planning on staying at Carl’s again that night, so he and Alyssa would be alone as usual. He’d gone out to the backyard that morning to try and figure out what they’d need in order for him to pull off this surprise and in the end, he’d worked up enough courage to take a trip over to the sex store that Carl worked at. While Damian might have been only seventeen, the fact that Carl knew who he was made it possible for Damian to go in without needing an ID. This was actually his first time going to the shop, but Alyssa had told him once before that as long as Carl was working, either of them were allowed in. When he’d first gone in, he was at a loss as to where he should go to find what he was looking for, but Carl saw him and must have seen just how lost Damian looked so he asked what brought Damian in that day. Normally Damian had trouble talking to anyone about sex, but most of the time it was Nancy bringing it up and that was just too awkward and realistically, it should have been awkward talking to Alyssa’s mother’s boyfriend about sex, especially since he knew Alyssa and would in turn know what they were up to, but there was something about the fact that Carl was a guy that made Damian feel a little more comfortable.

Trying to be as vague as possible despite the fact that he was sure that Nancy had probably told Carl that she was sure that they were having sex, Damian told him he was looking for something that would make having sex on something other than a bed more comfortable than just a blanket. The older man didn’t even have to think about it before he brought Damian over to an area with various shaped sex ramps. It was a little embarrassing, but he eventually picked one that seemed the most comfortable. Before leaving he’d also got a gag like he’d mentioned and didn’t think Alyssa would actually expect; not that she’d expect the sex ramp either. He also picked up some candles on the way home then started setting everything up in the backyard, grateful for the tall privacy fence.

Not long before Alyssa actually got home, Damian had gone into her room and to take a look at her stash of sex toys, most of which had been bought for her by Nancy and given as gifts. Damian didn’t think he’d ever understand Alyssa’s mother. Glancing into the drawer, Damian hadn’t expected her to have quite so many and in various shapes and sizes and materials. Most of them were pretty big and caused him to glance down at his own crotch momentarily. If he was still hung up on the whole Logan thing he probably would have gotten a little insecure again, but Alyssa seemed happy with his size, so he tried not to think about it. In the end, Damian eventually chose an odd looking glass dildo as well as a more normal looking vibrator then headed back outside. He was just lighting all the candles as he heard Alyssa’s voice from inside and he headed towards the glass door that led into the kitchen, “I’m in the kitchen!”

Well, maybe he was hungry. Boys were usually hungry, right? Alyssa wandered toward the kitchen and smiled as she walked. “What are you up to? Are you going to jump out and startle me?”

Damian laughed as she came into the kitchen and he shook his head, “No. I’m not gonna do that. You’d probably deck me.” While they’d both been training with Kitty, the dreams had given Damian most of the assassins training he’d had in them, so they were pretty much evenly matched now. “Do they actually know that you left?” He approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist, but didn’t kiss her just yet. He was just glad that she was home, because being apart while she’d been at her orientation had been lonely. It was one thing to do separate things during the day, but at night they were either one room apart or sharing a bed.

“I run on instinct now.” She laughed, moving to wrap her arms around him. “I don’t care if they do or not. None of it bloody applied to me! I don’t need to know that I’m not allowed boys in the dorms.” She rolled her eyes. “I wish they’d had one for people who are going to stay off-campus and one for people who are going to stay on-campus.” It was just stupid.

“What a waste of your time.” Damian shook his head then finally leaned in and kissed her. It started off slow, but after the phone sex the night before Damian couldn’t hold back and deepened the kiss, pulling Alyssa against him a little more firmly.

“It was dreadful. All I learned is that I sleep like total crap when you’re not around.” She shook her head bashfully. But then Damian was kissing her, kissing her hard, and she whimpered in her throat. Suddenly she was wondering if she was allowed to have sex on the kitchen table.

The kiss lasted for another moment or two before Damian pulled back, smiling, “It’s stupid, but you have no idea how much I missed you.” She’d only been gone for two days, not two weeks, so he shouldn’t have missed her as much as he had, right? “I’m just glad you’re home.” He really hoped he didn’t sound clingy.

She smiled, letting her forehead rest against his. “It’s not stupid, I missed you too. Told you, I couldn’t sleep.” She cupped his cheeks, remembering what she’d told Logan - she really did want to marry Damian someday. “I’m glad I’m home too. From seeing what I have of the dorms, i don’t think I’m ever going there.”

Damian’s smile widened and he gave her another quick kiss, “God, we’re one of those couples everyone hates.” While Damian might have still had a few insecurities, it was the usual things a seventeen year old would worry about and not too big that he needed to bring it up, but despite those insecurities, he knew that someday he wanted to marry Alyssa. Someday in the future. Not someday soon. “Did you eat or are you hungry? Cause I have a surprise for you.” He tried not to bite his bottom lip as he spoke, not wanting to give anything away.

“Why? We don’t snog in front of other people!” Alyssa giggled, kissing him again before leaning back and shaking her head. “No, I got food on the way, why?” She could tell he’d planned something from the moment she’d stepped into the room, but she didn’t want to say anything.

“That’s because we’re never in front of other people.” Damian teased, smirking then reached down to lace their fingers together, “Just...it’s a surprise.” He turned towards the door, swallowing as he led Alyssa out into the backyard where he’d set up various candle holders, some stuck into the ground near the flower beds and some along the walk or the patio. Aside from the candles, the sex ramp was set up on the patio and the other things Damian had brought out were laid out on a towel next to it. “I...I remembered what you said last night.”

Alyssa laughed. “Well, Mum would take weird photos. And Bran will just get jealous. Hmm, you’re right.” She squeezed his hand and walked with him. When she saw the candles lit around the random ramp thing, she bit her lower lip. “You’re going to - oh, Damian, this is the sweetest thing ever.” In a weird way.

It was weird, but Damian knew what she meant and he smiled, glad that it was dark so that she couldn’t see the flush on his cheeks, “I know you said you’d do anything I wanted, but you said you fantasized about having sex on the patio, so I thought I’d fulfil that fantasy for you,” It was a lot easier than trying to figure out what it was that he wanted to do. “So, I went to Carl’s store...” He bit his bottom lip, unsure of exactly what Alyssa would think about that since it would mean Carl would know what they were up to, but it was an accomplishment that Damian had gone and made it out without dying.

“Oh, how is he?” Alyssa smiled and leaned against Damian. “He’s sweet, really. I usually don’t like Mum’s boyfriends much, but he’s just a dear.” She hoped that Damian’s knees wouldn’t be hurt, either, but she turned to look up at him. “You’re sure about all this?”

Damian was relieved that Alyssa wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that Carl now knew they were having sex and he nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure. I mean, that’s why I got the sex ramp. So it’d be more comfortable.” He smirked and squeezed Alyssa’s hand, a little unsure of exactly how to proceed at the moment. Did they just get naked or take their time? Someday Damian would be better at the whole initiating sex thing, but for now, it was still new for them.

Alyssa didn’t really care about who initiated. She just tugged him closer by the shirt, kissing him firmly and wrapping her arms around his neck. She wondered if their nosy neighbor was outside, and she grinned against his mouth.

Damian kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist, his hands sliding down to rest on her backside over her skirt. While their neighbor would certainly get an earful, Damian hoped that she wasn’t outside, because that was just a little too much, even for them. The last thing they needed was someone listening to them having sex.

Alyssa kind of hoped someone heard them. It would be almost hotter somehow. But she walked backward a bit, breaking the kiss long enough to tug off her shirt. The night was a little on the chilly side, and she bit her lower lip. “You’re sure?”

As Alyssa pulled her shirt off, Damian’s hands slid up her sides, fingers fitting in the spaces between her ribs, “Yes, I’m sure. Are you going to ask me that every time we have sex?” He smirked, hands sliding up a little more to cup her breasts over her bra. He’d gotten a little better at this part and didn’t just squeeze Alyssa’s breasts anymore, but had managed to figure out how to massage them now, with Alyssa’s help of course.

“Only when we’re indulging in kink.” She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip to keep from moaning. He’d gotten to be very good with his fingers, and she was more than happy to reap the benefits. “It was sweet of you to think to do this, you know.”

Damian smirked and nodded, “I’m sure.” His fingers continued massaging gently as he gazes at her, watching the way the candlelight played over her auburn hair and face, “What can I say, I remember things you tell me.” He leaned forward to press a kiss where her jaw and neck met, “Even when I am ridiculously turned on.” He had never thought phone sex could be so intense and was glad that Nancy hadn’t been home the night before, because he’d had to wash his sheets afterwards and hadn’t wanted any awkward interactions.

“I felt bad and stripped the bed and washed the sheets. I kind of ... yeah, didn’t want to leave that.” Alyssa blushed brightly, unaware until that exact moment she could still get embarrassed.

“And there you were talking about how you were glad you didn’t have to change the sheets.” He chuckled against her skin as his hands released her breast and slid back down to her waist. He kissed along her jaw and neck a bit more before pulling away a little, hands still on her waist as he guided her towards the area he’d set up, “You’re just too nice.”

“English,” she murmured, nipping at his jawline. “You didn’t see the mess I left.” It had been vaguely embarrassing, really. “I’m glad I’m home,” she murmured. Reaching behind her back, she sat down on the ramp thing, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra.

Damian couldn’t help but feel a little sense of pride, knowing that it had been partly the things he’d said during their phone sex session that had caused Alyssa to come that hard. When she sat down and unhooked her bra, he pulled his shirt off, mussing his hair a bit and made sure he didn’t drop the shirt near any of the candles then knelt down in front of her, “I’m glad you’re home too.” Smiling, he leaned in, he gave her a quick kiss before ducking his head and taking a nipple into his mouth.

Alyssa reached for him when his shirt was off, appreciating the candlelight. That meant that she could see his outline, see his lithe muscles move in the moonlight. “You look gorgeous,” she murmured. Her fingers ran through his hair, and she groaned when he started to use his mouth. “Damian, fuck,” she whimpered.

Damian wasn’t quite as good at using his mouth as he’d gotten with his hands, always worried that he’d accidentally bite Alyssa a little too hard, but there was only one way to get better and that was to do it, so he proceeded to suck at her nipple lightly, running his tongue around the sensitive peak while his hands went to rest on her thighs, but didn’t make a move any higher just yet.

She whimpered yet again, her hands tugging at his hair to force his head to remain in its position. She always tried to be responsive and vocal so he knew what she liked, and this was one of those things. “That’s perfect,” she murmured. But the murmur turned into a giggle when she heard a neighbor’s dog bark.

Alyssa’s responses reassured Damian that she enjoyed what he was doing, but as she started giggling, he stopped, having not heard the dog over her whimpering and he wasn’t sure what to do next, but his hands remained on her thighs.

“I’m sorry I’m being so loud.” She bit her lower lip hard, smiling and pulling him closer. “You’re amazing.”

“Thank god. I thought I did something wrong.” Relieved, Damian’s fingers slid further up Alyssa’s thighs and he smirked up at her, “So, I brought some other things out too.” He gestured towards the towel beside the sex ramp where the vibrator, dildo, gag and condoms were laid out.

“No, no, nothing wrong.” She giggled when she saw he’d gone through her toy drawer, but blinked at the gag. “Oh my, did you make Carl blush?”

“Um, I don’t think so.” He glanced down at the things he’d brought then looked back up at Alyssa, “Is it too much. I was only kind of joking about gagging you, but I just thought just in case.” He bit his bottom lip, “We don’t have to use it.” He hoped that he hadn’t gone too far.

“It’s not too much at all.” Alyssa shook her head. “You’re just making me blush.” She took his hand and moved it to her cheek so he could feel how warm it was, especially since he might not be able to see.

For once Damian wasn’t the one blushing. At least not at that moment. “So, I just want to say that, that’s a really weird looking dildo.” He laughed softly, hand still cupping her cheek as he gazed up at her, “Let me guess, your mom got it for you.”

“Of course she did. I didn’t even realize that’s what it was until she told me.” She laughed, laying down on the ramp and sprawling out. “This thing is bloody comfortable.”

“I knew it.” Damian smirked as Alyssa laid back, his hands returning to her knees, “Well that’s the idea. This way you don’t hurt your back or head or anything on the ground.” He hands slid, slowly, up to mid thigh as he moved a little closer, still on his knees, “So, I...well, there’s something I wanted to try. If that’s okay.” He might have been sure about this whole scenario, but it was what he wanted to do that he was nervous about, because he’d never tried it before.

“What about your knees?” She cocked her head to the side, worried about him as ever. “And you know you can try anything with me that isn’t gross.” No fluids, no excrement, no lighting on fire.

“I won’t be on my knees the whole time.” Damian said, hands sliding a little further up Alyssa’s thighs. He didn’t know why, but the sight of his girlfriend in just her skirt and panties was extremely arousing and he tried shifting so that his half hard cock wasn’t pressing against the front of his jeans, but without using his hands, it really was quite impossible. “Well, I don’t think this is gross. I mean, it’s not, but some people might.” This was the part where Damian began babbling nervously when he could be using his mouth for what he wanted to try instead. Biting his bottom lip, he said nothing else and slid his hands further up Alyssa’s thighs until his fingers her brushing her panties just between her legs.

“You might be,” she murmured, closing her eyes when he started to touch her. She reached out to run her fingers over his arms, smiling and shifting her weight. “You’re sure you’re alright, love?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Damian said, leaning up to kiss Alyssa as his fingers slid up the elastic of her panties to brush through downy auburn curls. The kiss as well as his touch lasted for only a moment before he pulled back, his hands going to the waistband of her panties and he began to slide them down her legs, slowly, blue eyes locked on hers the entire time.

She bit her lower lip, looking down at him. “I just wanted to check.” She shifted her hips to help him with her panties, wondering what he was going to do.

Once her panties were off and set aside, Damian bit his bottom lip, hands going to her knees to spread her legs a little more, “I’m probably going to be awful, so just...tell me if I’m doing it wrong.” Damian had watched two different pornos earlier to make sure that he’d do this right, but he was nervous and was sure to forget everything he’d seen once he started. Running his hands up the inside of her thighs, he leaned in, pressing a trail of kisses along the inside of her right thigh where his hands had just been, getting closer to her core until he was nuzzling the juncture of her hip and thigh, his head mostly hidden by her skirt.

“There’s not really a right or a wrong way to do it,” she murmured thoughtfully. As long as there was enthusiasm, she was all right with his efforts, just glad that he’d made the attempt. Laying back, she smiled to herself, looking down at him fondly.

The fact that Alyssa had so much faith in him made Damian that much more confident and he nuzzled closer to her sex, inhaling her scent before flicking his tongue out experimentally, tasting her. She’d gone down on him quite a few times and he had decided that it was time that he tried to reciprocate.

That made her gasp, and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, god,” she murmured, voice muffled. Somehow she hadn’t realized this was his intention until he’d done it.

Her muffled exclamation made Damian smile and it only encouraged him to continue. Hands sliding up and down her calves and thighs, he flicked his tongue out a few more times, her taste and scent somewhat intoxicating. After a few more strokes of his tongue, he lifted his head to look up at Alyssa, “Is that okay?”

“You stopped,” she murmured, rocking her hips slightly. Moving onto her elbows, Alyssa looked down at him. “Why?”

“So, I’ll take that as a yes then?” Damian couldn’t help but smirk mischievously at her and it made him a little bit more confident, “Tell me what you want me to do.” It was partly because he wanted to hear her and also because he knew how unrealistic the pornos he’d taken tips from were and didn’t want this to be all pornoesque. He wanted to know what she wanted him to do.

“I want you to do what you were doing,” she murmured. She wished that she weren’t blushing, but supposed he couldn’t see it anyway. It was too dark out.

Damian smirked and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh before leaning forward again, feeling a little more confident than when he’d started. He started by trying his best to mimic what he’d seen in the pornos he’d watched, flicking his tongue along her folds and kissing her there the same way he would her mouth. Wanting to see what her reaction would be, he brought one hand up and parted her lips before running his tongue between them, the tip just barely entering her.

That got a contented whimper from her, a bucking of her hips toward him. “Sorry,” she mumbled, running a hand through her hair and leaning forward to watch him. The dark made things a little easier since it was harder to be inhibited.

Damian didn’t mind in the least, because it meant that he was doing well, which made him feel less self conscience. He was couldn’t believe how hard he was just from her reactions and scent alone and he hadn’t even been touched yet, but he wanted to try and make Alyssa come at least once from this before moving on, “It’s okay,” With that, he grew a little bolder and as he slid one finger inside her, slowly, he flicked his tongue against her clit.

Okay, when had he figured out how to do this? She wiggled so that he was in a better angle, but that got to be too intense and she had to clamp both of her hands down on her mouth so their nosy neighbor didn’t get an earful.

When Damian had decided to do this, he hadn’t thought he’d get these types of reactions out of Alyssa, but he was very happy that he was. Closing his lips around her clit, like he’d seen in the pornos, Damian sucked lightly as he withdrew his finger from her pussy and groped around for one of the toys he’d brought out with him and clothes his fingers around the glass dildo. Hoping she was wet enough, Damian ran it up towards her pussy, even if the angle was a little difficult because he was doing it blindly.

Holy crap. She’d never thought that Damian would be the sort to do this at all, much less outside. The breeze hit her chest and thighs and she outright whimpered, running her fingers through Damian’s hair, tugging slightly, and wantonly rocking her hips into his touch. “Bloody fucking hell,” she muttered.

Damian enjoyed the feel of her fingers in his hair and loved the fact that he’d done something she hadn’t been expecting. It was usually Alyssa who initiated things, so the fact that he’d planned all of this as well as decided to try something new said a lot about how he was maturing as far as sex went. Finding her entrance, he pressed the tip of the dildo, gently, forward, not sure if he’d meet any resistance, all the while he did his best to alternate between licking and sucking Alyssa’s clit.

There was no resistance. There was a gasp of surprise, then a murmuring of his name to coax him on. There was a slam of a door from the house nearby, which made her giggle nervously, but there wasn’t resistance, per se.

Unlike a few minutes earlier, her giggling didn’t make him stop. Nothing short of a fire or alien invasion would get him to stop now. He was far too focused on wanting to make Alyssa come; partly so that he would be assured that he had done a good job and partly so that he could finally get off as well. It was probably a miracle that he’d been hard this long and hadn’t come in his jeans yet.

Sucking her clit, Damian pressed the dildo in a little further before pulling it out a little then sliding it back in. When he’d first found the dildo amongst her various sex toys, he’d wondered how it felt inside Alyssa, considering the strange shape of it, but now that thought was farthest from his mind.

She really hoped that a fire or an alien invasion would make him stop, if only because having sex during a natural disaster seemed somewhat foolhardy. He was good at this, and she looked down. “Damian, Damian, you have to too, you - “ Sex didn’t make her sound particularly intelligent, and she whimpered as she rocked her hips a bit more, hoping he’d realize that she wanted him to get off too.

Damian understood what she was getting at, but he didn’t think he had enough focus to split between making sure he was doing a good job and getting himself off. Pulling back a little, he looked up at her and shook his head, “Not yet.” He pressed the dildo in further, his fingers replacing his mouth on her clit as he began thrusting the toy in and out of her pussy. “You first.” He’d done all of this for her after all.

She whined a little at how authoritative he was being. It was enough to set her off right then, gripping the edges of the sex ramp that she’d likely mock him for buying eventually as she came. “Jesus Christ,” she wailed, knowing that the neighbors probably knew exactly what was going on.

The part that amused Damian was that even if any of the neighbors said anything to Nancy, she’d be far too amused, herself, to actually do anything about the fact that they were having sex outside. And she could mock him all she wanted for the sex ramp, but at least she wouldn’t be complaining that her back hurt. As she came, Damian slid the dildo out and leaned back in between her legs, wanting, no needing to taste her again. His fingers continued rubbing her clit, wanting to draw out her orgasm as much as he could, knowing she’d stop him if she got too sensitive.

“Damian, go,” she whined. “Fuck me already, Jesus.” She was on the pill and she didn’t care. Wriggling a bit, she wrapped strong legs around his waist and pulled him sharply forward.

Damian groaned as Alyssa pulled him forward, his cock pressing against his jeans. He wasn’t sure if he was just incredibly horny and just imagining it or if he could actually feel the heat coming off her body through his jeans. Leaning over her, he licked his lips as they brushed her ear, his lips moving against her, as lightly as he could, unsure if the denim would feel too rough against her. “Do I have to gag you?” He whispered in her ear. Where he was getting this confidence from was unknown, but in an hour or so chances were good that he’d be asking her if everything had been okay.

Alyssa’s eyebrows went up, and she groaned when he spoke. Rocking her hips against him, she half hoped he did. Which would, of course, mean that he’d bought a gag. She’d thought that was a joke on his behalf when he’d mentioned it earlier. God, her mother would be proud and that would be weird.

The gag was on the towel with the vibrator and condoms and dildo they’d just used and he reached for it, holding it up for her to see. He knew how it worked, but didn’t want to just shove it in Alyssa’s mouth, because he didn’t think that was sexy at all. “It’s your choice.”

At first she just nodded, but since it was dark, she realized that he probably couldn’t see her too well. “Y-yeah,” she murmured, reaching out to stroke his face. “Damian? I love you, you know?” She wanted to bite his lip, to nibble his earlobes, to pull him close. So she did, tugging him down gently. “You don’t have to be so jealous, I’m never leaving you ever.”

Damian didn’t know exactly where that had come from, but he smiled and kissed her, “I know. And I love you too.” As he pulled back from the kiss, he held the gag close to her mouth, “Now open up so I can give you what you really want.” He ground his denim clad hips against her, groaning as his cock throbbed. Realistically he should have come in his pants already, but by some miracle, he’d been able to hold it off.

She just didn’t want him to do wonderful things like this for her and then go and feel all ... jealous over nothing. Logan was a friend, nothing more, and she hoped Damian would always know that.

Obediently, she opened her mouth, still wiggling her hips, waiting for him to hurry.

As she opened her mouth, he slid the ball part of the gag into her mouth then reached around to fasten it behind her head. It was a little surreal that they were actually doing this, but they trusted each other, so he knew it was alright. “Okay?” He waited a moment to make sure then leaned back just enough to undo his jeans and push them and his boxers down, hissing as his erection got caught on the waistband of his boxers. “Oh my god. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”

Any other time he would have reached for a condom, but he didn’t think he’d be able to last long enough to put one on and knew that Alyssa was on the pill, so just this once wouldn’t hurt. Positioning himself, Damian pressed the head of his cock against Alyssa’s entrance.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured. But his casual aside about his erection made her wiggle more against him. Who had replaced her boyfriend while she was at college orientation? Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him toward her, whimpering behind the gag.

As Alyssa’s legs pulled him closer, he moaned as his cock slid inside her and he had to grab her calves so he could stop for a moment otherwise it’d all be over before it even began. He’d wondered what it’d feel like to have sex without a condom and he had to admit that it felt so much more intense than with one. “Shit...that feels...so good.”

Alyssa was moaning herself, fingers gripping and relaxing against the ramp’s pleather surface. She couldn’t help but pant a little behind the gag, tongue running against the rubber and trying hard not to drool or do anything unbecoming.

Damian’s heart was pounding against his ribs as various sounds reached his ears; a tv in someone’s house, crickets nearby and Alyssa’s muffled moans. He could only imagine what they looked like, her in just her skirt and heels with a gag in her mouth and him with his jeans and boxers shoved down to his knees. He didn’t think any of this would turn him on as much as it was and he knew that no matter what, he wasn’t going to last long.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned over, kissing the space between her breasts then moved to take a nipple into his mouth as he began thrusting into her. If this was going to end soon, he was going to do everything in his power to make her feel as good as possible.

They were going to have to do this again. Among all of the deliciously public sounds that she could hear, there was also the ever present thrill of the possibility of her mother coming home at any moment. She reached out to run her fingers over his shoulders, bucking hard against him. It was probably good she was gagged or she’d have been shrieking.

Damian didn’t know what he’d do if Nancy came home, but for the time being that possibility was the farthest from his mind. Thinking of Nancy while he was having sex with her daughter was not what he wanted at the moment.

“Fuck….I’m so close…” He murmured against her chest. He’d been hard for what seemed like forever and the tightness of Alyssa’s body, despite having used the dildo on her as well as the heat and slickness of her body was driving him closer and closer to his orgasm with each thrust. Sliding a hand between them, he tried to find her clit once again.

She hoped he wouldn’t stop. Right now, she was rethinking her opinion on shagging right though a disaster. She understood why it was possible.

Yelping when his fingers found their target, she felt herself coming again, eyes squinched tightly, knowing she was probably audible with or without the gag. Oh well.

That did it. Damian’s orgasm followed Alyssa’s and he buried his face in her neck as he moaned her name, fingers continuing to rub her clit in order to draw out her orgasm while he thrust once more as he exploded inside her. He had come unbelievably hard the night before as a result of their phone sex session, but he was pretty sure that his topped even that.

She was still whimpering when he came, legs wrapped firmly around his waist. She was going to try to talk, but she couldn’t with the gag. Instead, she expressed her thanks by running her hands lightly over his chest.

As his orgasm finally began to subside, he brought his clean hand up behind Alyssa’s head to awkwardly undo the gag so that she’d be a little more comfortable even though he was now leaning most of his weight on her, “Wow…” Was all he was able to utter at the moment, his brain not quite catching up with the rest of his body just yet.

“Holy shit,” she murmured. That was really all there was to it.

After another moment or two, Damian finally lifted his weight off Alyssa and slipped out of her at the same time, “I don’t think any of my fantasies are ever going to top that.” He pulled his boxers up just enough to tuck himself away, but left most of his ass uncovered. He’d fix it later. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to Alyssa’s lips, “I love you, by the way.”

“I love you too, and I love whatever inspired all of this. Did you have fun, at least?” She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, grinning.

Damian nodded, “I did. You did too, right?” He spotted his shirt nearby and grabbed it, handing it to Alyssa in case she wanted to cover up now. They would have to clean up the backyard before they went to bed, but they had plenty of time for that. What Damian had in mind right now though was a shared shower then cleaning up the backyard.

“Oh, god yes.” She smiled, putting his shirt back on and shivering a little as a breeze swept through the backyard. “Fancy a shower, then?” She smiled at him, wondering if she could con him into not using condoms as often.

“A shower sounds good to me. We’ll clean up after.” Most of the candles had already burnt out, so leaving the remainder would be okay for the time they were in the shower. Getting to his feet, Damian pulled his jeans up enough so he’d be able to walk and held his hand out for her.

She took his hand, grinning and tiptoeing up so she could kiss his cheek. “You’re the best boyfriend ever. Truly.”