Micah’s POV
After waiting ten agonizing minutes for Damon to wash up and change out of his bloody gear, the door finally swung open. He stepped into the hallway wearing a crisp, clean black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off the thick ink on his forearms. He wore matching black pants, and his dark hair was still slightly damp from the shower.
I caught myself staring at him from head to toe, my chest tightening as my mind instantly slipped back into a wild fantasy. With his taped nose and dark clothes, he looked exactly like a wealthy mafia boss straight out of the forbidden books I kept hidden. He looked dangerous, powerful, and entirely in control. My throat went completely dry, and I didn’t even realize I was slowly licking my lips until a set of car keys jiggled loudly right in front of my face.
"Let’s go, sweetheart," Damon murmured, his dark eyes tracking the movement of my tongue.
"Huh? Go where?" I asked, shaking my head to clear the embarrassing thoughts.
"Where else? We are going for a drive," Damon said, casually walking past me down the quiet corridor.
My head almost flipped when I heard that word. A drive. I quickly peeked down at my watch and felt a sudden spike of anxiety. I only had an hour and a half left before my mandatory evening lecture started.
"I have a class at four o’clock," I called out, hurrying after his long strides. "I cannot leave the campus with you right now."
Damon didn’t even bother to look back at me. "Then we will just go on a very short drive."
"Are you even listening to me? I don’t want to go on a drive with you!" I screamed at him, my voice echoing off the empty walls of the hallway, but Damon didn’t stop walking.
I wished with everything in me that I could just turn around and run away from him. But the image of Noah’s bloody, ruined knuckles flashed in my mind. I had already chosen to swallow my pride and do this for Noah’s sake. I swallowed the heavy lump of fear in my throat and followed him out to the parking lot.
Damon stopped directly in front of a flashy, bright red sports car with heavily tinted windows. I had never been near a vehicle this expensive in my entire life.
"Do you want me to open the door for you, princess?" Damon asked, a mocking smirk on his lips.
"Fuck you," I muttered, pushing past him to grab the handle myself.
The door slid directly upward, lifting like a sleek wing. I climbed into the low passenger seat, and the moment Damon slid into the driver’s side and pushed a glowing button on the dashboard, the doors automatically pulled themselves shut with a quiet click. The car felt incredibly small and intimate, locking us away from the rest of the world.
"I seriously have class at four," I reminded him, my voice trembling slightly as I clutched my bag against my stomach.
"I know that, sweetheart," Damon replied smoothly, shifting the car into gear. "We are just going to get you the proper inspiration for your next column."
I kept my mouth shut as the powerful engine roared to life and we pulled out of the campus gates. The ride quickly fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. I kept my face glued to the passenger window, staring out at the passing roads. I had never been allowed to be an adventurous person. My entire life was strictly split between school, our house, and the church benches. My father never let me go anywhere without supervision, and Noah always enforced the same rules, claiming it was only to keep me safe from worldly dangers. But right now, being trapped in this car made me realize how small my cage had always been.
"It has been a whole fucking week," Damon’s deep voice suddenly shattered the silence, ruining my train of thought.
I kept my eyes fixed on the outside view, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a look. But Damon, as usual, had absolutely no boundaries and did not know when to stop talking.
"It has been a whole week since I got any real pleasure," he continued, his tone completely casual.
I forced myself to turn around, glaring at his profile with deep annoyance. "I really do not want to engage in this kind of disgusting conversation with you, Damon."
"The last girl I fucked ended up stealing the expensive silver watch my father gave me for my last birthday," he said, completely ignoring my protests. "She was a massive bitch and a total gold digger, but I have to admit, her pussy was incredible."
I instantly slapped my hands over my ears, my face burning with a mix of shock and intense religious guilt. "God save me."
"Ha! You want God to save you from me?" Damon asked, letting out a loud, genuine laugh.
I wished I could tell him yes, but the sheer confidence radiating off him made me feel completely powerless.
"Let’s just get started, shall we? We have already been driving for thirty minutes," Damon said.
"Started with what?" I lowered my hands from my ears, watching him carefully as the sports car slowed down and pulled over right in front of a major intersection. The traffic light ahead had just clicked to a bright, solid red.
Damon reached down with one hand, casually unbuckling his seatbelt. Then, his fingers moved to the button of his black pants. My heart did a violent leap against my ribs as he unzipped his fly. My lips trembled, my voice catching in my throat as I tried to warn him to stop, but Damon didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second. He reached directly into his boxers and scooped his thick, heavy dick straight out into the open air.
My eyes widened in absolute, paralyzed horror. I had never seen another man’s naked body in person before. I had never even looked at porn because my father kept a strict tracker on our internet history.
But right there, in the narrow space between our seats, was the massive eight inches Damon had boasted about last night. It was thick, veiny, and already partially erect. I swallowed hard, my mouth flooding with excess saliva as I looked up to find Damon watching me with a dark, intense gaze. He began to slowly stroke the length of his shaft, his knuckles brushing against his stomach.
"What... what do you want from me?" I stammered, my entire body shaking.
Damon simply raised his left hand, pointing a finger toward the digital countdown timer mounted right beside the red traffic light. The glowing red numbers were currently counting down from seventy-nine.
"You have less than seventy-nine seconds to make me cum, Micah."
"What?" I practically screamed, the sheer insanity of his demand making my vision blur with panic.
"Hmmm," Damon groaned softly, tilting his head back against the leather headrest as his hand continued to slide up and down his skin with agonizing slowness. "You are down to seventy-four seconds, little reporter."
"Damon, please, I cannot do this. I have never done anything like this before," I begged, my hands gripping my knees.
"Tick-tock, sweetheart. Tick-tock."
He wasn’t listening to a single word of my excuses. Realizing he was entirely serious, a desperate surge of adrenaline took over my body. I unbuckled my seatbelt with trembling fingers, my gaze falling to my own pale palms. I had only ever figured out how to pleasure my own body during lonely nights in my bedroom. I had absolutely no idea how to handle someone else, let alone someone as demanding as him.
I bit my lower lip until it bled, leaning across the center console. I reached out, my fingers finally closing around Damon’s warm, throbbing cock.
The heat of his skin sent a violent shudder straight down my spine. My palm was not even large enough to cover half of the length. I squeezed his hard skin and began to awkwardly jerk him up and down, my eyes darting frantically between the thick shaft in my hand and the glowing red numbers on the intersection timer.
Time was moving entirely too fast. The clock was already down to forty-five seconds. I desperately increased the pace of my strokes, but the friction was completely dry, and the tight skin of his shaft was starting to catch against my palm.
I looked around the sleek dashboard for any sign of lotion or lubricant, but the car was completely pristine. Realizing I was running out of options, I quickly spat directly into my right palm, coating my skin before wrapping my hand back around his length. A low, gravelly groan tore from Damon’s lips at the sudden wet friction, but his posture was still completely relaxed. He was nowhere near the edge of a climax.
An overwhelming panic settled deep in my chest. I didn’t know if I was terrified because failing meant his father would destroy Noah, or if it was because a dark, sinful part of me simply did not want to disappoint him.
I gnashed my teeth together, leaning in closer until my face was only inches from his lap. I added my second hand to the base of his shaft, pumping his length with an aggressive, continuous rhythm while my thumb repeatedly stroked over the sensitive, leaking head of his cock, occasionally brushing down against his heavy balls.
I checked the timer again. Twenty-six seconds left.
"Fuck," I cursed out loud, completely abandoning my father’s rules as I threw my entire weight into the motion, working his dick as fast as my wrists could possibly move.
Seeing the sheer, unadulterated panic and focus on my flushed face, Damon let out a dark, breathless chuckle. He was clearly thriving on my desperation, enjoying the sight of the holy boy serving him on his knees. I didn’t give him a single glance, keeping my eyes locked on the wet, sliding movement of my hands. All that mattered was making him break.
My movements turned frantic as the digital clock began its final, merciless countdown.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.
I pumped his hard length harder, the wet sounds of the friction filling the quiet cabin of the car.
Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
The digital timer hit zero, and the traffic light instantly flashed to a bright, vibrant green.
But Damon hadn’t cum.
I stopped my hands completely, my breath rattling in my throat as I started to pull my wet palms away from his lap. But before I could even distance myself, Damon’s heavy, scarred hand shot out, clamping down on both of my wrists with a bruising grip.
"Why exactly did you stop moving, Micah?" he whispered, his voice dangerously low.
"It is... the light is already green," I stuttered, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs I thought it would crack. Right on cue, the cars lined up directly behind his sports car began to violently honk their horns, the loud noise filling the street.
"So what?" Damon asked, a dark, unyielding intensity flaring in his eyes as he looked down at me.
My eyes widened in pure horror as the terrifying realization hit me. "No way. You are not seriously going to just park here in the middle of traffic."
"Yes, I am, babe," Damon said, a wicked, dominant smile spreading across his face. He leaned down, his grip tightening as he forcibly dragged my wet hands right back down to his pulsing, fully erect dick. "Until I have completely cummed, we are not leaving this exact spot. So keep fapping."