Our Valentine

The roar of the Harley engine was loud as it pulled into her driveway. Josie groaned and rolled  her eyes. She was in no mood to deal with him right now. She was wearing no makeup and sweats, even her hair was only in a messy pony. She was not ready for company, not even him. She was really tempted to just not answer the door. If she thought that would work she would  definitely give it a try, but it wouldn't.

His knock was a loud boot thumping on the bottom of the door. "You can't even knock like a normal person?" She yelled through the door.

"My hands are full," he yelled back.

"Open the damn door."

Her curiosity was piqued even though she would never admit it. She flipped the deadbolt and opened the door. She braced her hand on the door frame trying to look less than inviting. He had a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a big pink box in the other.

"How in the hell did you carry all that shit on your bike?"

"I've got skills." He grinned and her heart thumped in her chest. She really hated that his smile still affected her so much.

"Go away, Damon. I don't give a shit if it's Valentine's Day, you're not getting laid. We're divorced!"

"I know, I didn't come to get laid. I just don't want you spending your birthday alone."

"Bullshit."

"Come on Baby, I brought cake and your favorite." He lifted his arm and she saw a bag of Chinese takeout. She'd had PB&J hours earlier but takeout sounded heavenly. 

"Fine, you can leave the chow mien and go."

He laughed and just pushed his way in. He was six four and as big as a linebacker she wasn't  anywhere close. If he wanted to come in he was coming in, she didn't even bother to try to stop him. She just closed the door and flipped the deadbolt.

"I mean it Damon. No sex."

"I got it. Don't worry, on Valentine's Day there are so many horny depressed women out there, it's like shooting fish in a barrel."

"I'm not horny or depressed."

"Got it," he laughed.

"Where is that limp dick you've been dating, why didn't he take you out for your birthday?"

"I don't go out on Valentine's Day you know that."

"Then why isn't he here?"

"I kicked him to the curb."

Damon looked up, surprise evident on his face while he unpacked the takeout.

"When did you do that?"

"Yesterday."

"Damn," he whistled a low tone.

"You're cold."

"Yeah, this is not new." She picked up the roses he'd laid on the counter and moved them to a  vase. They were really beautiful and she hated that she liked them. "You know you probably paid three times what these are worth. You should have waited until tomorrow and got them on sale."

"Nah, I bought 'em last week before they jacked up the price."

She knew he was lying but she laughed anyway. "Oh well, that works too."

He handed her a takeout container with chopsticks sticking out the top. She sat back on the couch and watched him take off his leather jacket and toss it in the chair. He looked good, like a walking biker stereotype. Black jeans,  black t-shirt, tattoo-covered arms, even long black hair, the only not black item on him was the silver chain hanging from his belt-loop to his pocket. It was an emo look but he'd been rocking it since high school.

She watched him make himself a plate from the other containers.

"Sean's got some beer in the fridge." She shared the house with her brother and even though he was rarely home, there was always beer in the fridge.

"Nah, I'm good, I'll take a Coke if you've got it."

"Yeah... uh... In the fridge." Josie was a little surprised in all the years she'd known him she couldn't remember him ever turning down a beer.

"What?" He asked noting her strange expression when he sat beside her on the sofa. He handed her a coke as well.

"Why wouldn't you want a beer?"

He shrugged and smiled at her.

"People change, Jo."

"Not you, you said, and I quote, 'I like who I am just fine'." She remembered the words very clearly because it had been the last fight they had before she moved out.

"You really want to have this conversation again?" He frowned and she immediately shook her head.

"Nope. I definitely don't." She dug her chopsticks into her noodles and he sighed.

"Look, Josie, you were right okay? The booze made me do things that I would've never chosen to do. Things I deeply regret."

She would not cry, no matter what, she would not cry. She bit her cheek and swallowed against the lump in her throat. She knew exactly what he was talking about, one stupid mistake had ended their relationship.

"Okay," she cleared her throat, "I'm glad, for you. It doesn't change things for us though."

"I know," he sighed and cracked the top on the coke. "Cheers to VD." He smiled and clunked his can against hers. She laughed, she hated Valentine's Day, always had since her birthday happened to fall on the same day. She always said Valentine's Day was for VD.

She forced herself to ignore the ache in her chest that seeing him inspired and changed the subject. She asked him about work, he ran a bike shop they'd started together, but she'd quit when she moved out. He complained about the new office manager and told her about the new project he'd started. She  told him about her new job that wasn't all that new anymore. She hated  it, but she left that part out.

"You ready for your cake? I went to that place you like downtown." He had gone to a lot of trouble to go to her favorite places. When the guy she'd been seeing had started talking about Valentine's Day all she'd wanted to do was curl  up in her sweats and watch TV. But this was nice. She was still in sweats in front of the TV, but the food and company were nice.

She followed him to the kitchen and he lifted the lid on the box. It was a chocolate cake, written on the top in white icing was "Valentine's Day is for VD." It made her laugh and he grinned as he cut it.

"I bet that's the first  time they've ever written that on a cake!" She laughed. The cake was her favorite too. A total chocolate overload. She could never finish a slice but she always tried her best. When she gave up the fight she went to the fridge for milk and he followed her.

"I got you a birthday present too." He held up a silver gift bag and let it dangle from his  finger. She recognized the bag as one from her favorite lingerie store. "Maybe you should try it on."

She glared at him not taking the bag. "You have no business buying me lingerie, we're not together and I told you, no sex."

"I heard you." He smiled and reached into the bag. It was a red leather corset with half cups. It was beautiful and she knew exactly how much it cost him because she'd had her eye on it for a very long time.

"Damon, you should really take that back. We're done, you really want me to wear that when I'm fucking some other guy?"

His smile fell and she knew she'd touched a nerve with the last comment.

"No, I want you to wear  it while you're fucking me." He laid the corset on the counter and too late she realized she'd backed herself into a corner. The small galley kitchen was a dead end and he was standing in the entrance. She squared her shoulders and attempted to walk past him but he shifted blocking her way.

She backed up and glared at him again, "Damon, let me by."

"I'm not stopping you." Her heart pounded, she didn't want to try to pass him. She wanted him to move, but she wasn't about to show him any fear. She weighed her options and decided the element of surprise would likely be her best  chance. She moved quickly trying to dart past him but he caught her  around the waist with one strong arm. He lifted her right off her feet and pulled her back against his chest. She clawed at his arms, swung her  elbows, and kicked, but he just moved forward pinning her to the wall so she couldn't get any swing. She pushed against the wall as hard as she could, but he didn't budge at all. She was stuck between a literal rock and hard place and he was definitely the rock. "God Damnit, Dame! Put me down right now!" She screeched at him but he was undeterred.

"I intend to." She felt  his leg move between hers wedging under her and holding her off the  ground. She squirmed but it was no use. She tried kicking him but her bare feet against his muscled calf did nothing. He didn't budge. She felt his lips on the back of her neck and cursed the shiver that ran up her spine. The arm around her waist loosened and she knew she had to take a chance. As soon as that arm moved back she lurched in the  opposite direction. She put her arm out to brace her fall but she never hit the ground. He caught her with his other arm he moved her back pressing her harder against the wall now that his arm wasn't in the way. 

He pulled both her arms behind her, she pulled against him trying to keep her arms in front of  her but it was no use he was so much stronger than her, and she was off  balance. She didn't stand a chance. He gripped both of her wrists in one of his and held tight.

"Let go," she growled but he ignored her. She felt cold against her wrist hand heard a metallic snap. She gasped and tugged again. He released her this time  but she tugged again and couldn't bring her arms forward. She looked over her shoulder.

"You cuffed me?" She tugged again but she wasn't coming free, these weren't novelty cuffs.  "You son of a bitch, let me go!" She screamed. All at once he backed  away. She stumbled as she regained her footing. And quickly turned  around.

He stood at the end of  the kitchen again, watching her. She had no idea what he was waiting for  just as she didn't know what her next move would be.

"You don't want to have sex with me. I'm on the rag," she lied.

"I've never minded getting a little messy," he smiled and she glared at him again.

Her heart was pounding  already, but when he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it on  the floor she couldn't breathe. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos, she'd been there for every one. It was like a timeline of their life. Without conscious thought, her eyes searched the bared skin looking for new ink, anything different she could latch onto but there  was nothing.

"There won't be anything added unless you put it there," he said softly. She hated that he knew her so well.

"Let. Me. Go!" She yelled and jerked against the cuffs. He moved toward her but she was under no illusion that he intended to release her. He put one big hand against her stomach and held her back against the wall. With his other  hand, he grabbed ahold of her loose sweats and tugged.

"Stop it!" She kicked him but it didn't help. In fact, it gave him an advantage and he yanked the sweats all the way off her feet and tossed them away.

"You're not wearing  panties." He grinned and she glared at him. He squatted down and she caught her breath. He was still holding her against the wall with one hand she might be able to knock him off balance but she was too distracted wondering what he was going to do.

He leaned his face close  to her newly bared pussy and rubbed his nose against her closely trimmed hair. She felt him inhale and then he groaned.

"God, Baby, you smell so good. It makes me light-headed." He rubbed his stubble covered cheek against her just enough to scratch and she gasped. It felt good, way too good, and it reminded her of way too much.

He ran his tongue between her lips and she bit back the moan. He knew just what to do to turn her into a puddle. It wasn't fair. His tongue circled her clit and then speared deeper. She fought the overwhelming urge to spread her legs and felt him chuckle. He knew her too well. He pulled back without  making her cum and the disappointment was sharp.

"Want me to keep going?"

"No," she said stubbornly and he laughed. He stood slowly still holding her to the wall.

"You will," he whispered. "You'll beg me to keep going and never stop."

"Not anymore." She protested hoping she sounded stronger than she felt. Apparently, she didn't because he just laughed again.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers forcing his tongue into her closed mouth. He  tasted the same, with a hint of her. It had been too long. She didn't  want to kiss him. She fought the urge and while she didn't completely  give in neither did she fight. His hands slid over her body in a firm  caress. Awakening everything she'd been trying to ignore. His hands gripped the front of her T-shirt and she didn't notice at all until he pulled back. Then he pulled it apart ripping it right up the middle. She gasped in surprise and cursed her overactive libido when her pussy throbbed.

He tore through the sleeves as well and let the shredded garment fall to the floor. He stepped back away from her and his eyes roamed over her. She was  completely naked and she wondered if he was looking for any changes as  well.

"You're so fucking hot," his voice was barely a whisper, she'd always loved the way he looked at her. The way he made her feel. He reached down and unhooked his belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and she waited, watching him. She could see the bulge. His cock was a lot bigger than most and she loved  the way he used it. When he didn't move to drop his jeans she finally  tore her eyes away and looked at his face. He was smirking at her.  Smirking! Damn arrogant man! She smiled at him and moved toward him. She  turned as if she were going to use her bound hands to free him from his  jeans, at the last second, she rammed her shoulder into his ribs. She knocked him off balance and ran past him. 

He was off balance but  not knocked down so it took him no time at all to catch her. He tackled  her to the floor pulling her on top of him rather than landing on top of  her. She still fought trying to get away. She squirmed but he held her  tight. Finally, out of desperation she turned and bit him hard on his peck.

"Damn!" He shuddered and  jerked and she released him. He pinned her to the floor straddling her waist and holding her shoulders down. "Hellcat." He growled. Before she even realized what he was going to do he forced a ball between her teeth and secured it behind her head. She screamed at him through the ball gag but it was less than satisfying. She bit the gag but that was less than satisfying as well.

Damon sat back on his heels his legs still spread over her waist and smiled. She couldn't go anywhere and they both knew it. He pulled his long jet-black hair back from his face and secured it with a tie. Then he leaned over her.

"I don't want to have to gag you, Baby. I like your mouth, love your mouth but you have to play nice." He ran his tongue up her neck and sucked her earlobe and she tried not to squirm. "Are you aching as much as I am. I'm like a starving man and you're a feast. I just don't know where to start." He slid his hands up her torso and cupped her breasts in his big hands. She closed her eyes and his mouth closed over one nipple. She tried to gasp, but it was difficult with the ball gag. She couldn't move her hands either to push him away or pull him closer. She was completely at his mercy and she was aching.

He switched to the other  nipple and she pushed into his mouth. He lifted off of her and moved  back. He spread her legs and moved in-between. He draped her legs over his spread thighs so she still couldn't do much with them.

He gazed down at her and ran the tip of his finger over her clit, just barely touching. She whimpered and squirmed, but it didn't help. If she managed to get closer he just moved away. That tiny touch was like a sharp electric charge, intense and yet not enough to make her cum. He moved his finger down and slid it deep into her.

"Oh God, Jo, you're so tight and wet. I want to be in you so bad." He added another finger and slowly stroked in and out when he began to scissor them her breath caught. She shook her head no and growled at him.

"You sure?" He asked and she nodded. He withdrew his fingers and pulled back. He stood leaving her on the floor and she watched him. He was looking down at her. Watching her eyes as he kicked off his boots and dropped his jeans. He stood there stroking his cock as he stood over her and her chest felt  tight. Slowly he lowered himself back down to the floor. He resumed his  position and draped her legs over his. Instead of his finger, he used  the head of his cock, he rubbed it back and forth slowly over her clit and then once again he moved down.

It had been a while and he was so big but she wanted it, needed it. He pushed slowly but firmly, it burned as she started to stretch and she arched her back, god she missed this. He didn't let up and she bit the ball gag but still moaned anyway. She felt the huge head as it moved deeper sliding over her  swollen tissue until there was nowhere left to go and still he pushed. She moaned and he pushed harder until her body literally shifted to  accommodate him. Her body jerked and spasmed around the huge invader and  she screamed into the ball gag. He held perfectly still while her body  pulsed and twitched to expel him. It was overwhelming, it had been so  long. He was the only one who could ever do this to her. There was no way to recreate it. God knew she'd tried. She clenched her eyes shut letting herself feel until it all subsided. Then he moved. He pulled slowly down to just the head and pushed back in again. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to force him to move faster but she couldn't. He was solid and immovable. He pulled out again and she whimpered. He pushed back in again and then he leaned over her.

"You know why that feels so good?" He whispered, "Because you were made for me. My dick and your pussy were molded at the same time. No other dick and no other pussy will ever feel like this. His dark eyes glittered with passion. That look got her every time. The idea of him ever looking at anyone else like that made her sick to her stomach.

"Come'ere Baby." He slid his arms under her lifting her shoulders and back off the floor. He lifted her all the way into his lap shoving his dick as deep as it could go and then some. She whimpered at the sensation but she locked her ankles behind his back preventing him from moving back. He kissed her neck. Licking and sucking, ignoring her growing need to have him move. Finally, she released her legs so she could do it herself and he took  advantage pushing up to his feet.

He carried her back to the kitchen and leaned her back against the wall. He released one of her legs so only her toes reached the floor and held the other at his waist. He pulled out and they both groaned as he pushed back in again.  The position made it so tight it was almost impossible. She knew it had  to be bordering on pain for both of them, but she loved every second. He flicked her clit and she screamed into the ball gag. Her orgasm shattered through her in jagged splinters. She bucked against him and lifted her leg to ease it but it didn't help. She could only ride it out  as she jerked and twitched.

Damon's eyes were clenched and she knew he was feeling the intensity too. When it finally subsided he eased out of her. She didn't like it. He hadn't cum. She  didn't want him out until he came. She growled but he just smiled at  her.

He laid her on her back on the dining table and dabbed a little chocolate frosting on each of her nipples. He took his time sucking it off and then he moved down and smeared it across her pussy. Again, he took his time licking it off, dragging his sharp stubble over her mound. He sucked and nibbled, but  avoided her clit until she growled at him through the gag.

"Did you need something, Baby," he asked sweetly and she growled again.

"You want to cum?" She nodded and he chuckled. He continued his exploration of her, this time including her clit. He licked and sucked it and she came almost immediately under the direct assault. He leaned over her and sucked her earlobe. "Are you ready to play nice now, Baby?" She nodded quickly and  he helped her sit up. "Get on your knees."

She slipped off the table and dropped down to her knees. He unsnapped the ball gag and  dropped it on the floor. Then he pulled the hair tie from her hair. He dropped a dollop of frosting on the head of his cock and held it in  front of her mouth. She smiled and used her tongue first to spread the  frosting and then she began to lick it off. He buried both hands in her  hair and fisted them. He wasn't guiding her but she could definitely feel the pull.

She licked and sucked away all the frosting before focusing on him. He was too big for her to ever get him very deep but that didn't keep her from trying. She slipped her mouth over the head and pushed him back against her soft pallet. She repeated the process in shallow strokes. If she had her hands free she would have used them to help but she couldn't. He didn't seem to  mind. He closed his eyes and groaned her name. She felt him try and fail  several times to pull away before he finally tugged her head off.

"Come'ere," he growled again before he lifted her off the floor. He snagged the corset off the counter and pushed her down the hall and she could feel him messing with the cuffs as they walked. He dropped them on the floor just inside the door and pushed her clothes off the chair by the door.

He helped her into the corset and quickly tied it. "Damn woman." The words were half growl have  sigh and she recognized the sentiment. He turned her around and pulled her between his legs. He sucked each of her nipples where they plumped above the half cup.

Now that her hands were free Josie buried them in his hair pulling the tie free. "Sit on my lap, Baby. We'll talk about the first thing that pops up." She laughed but she was happy to oblige him. She straddled him on the armless chair. He positioned his cock and she was able to control it as she sank down on  him this time. She pushed up on her toes moving her hips until she had  him in just the right spot and the sensation stole her breath. He took  over then. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her. He moved her  slowly up and down on his cock rubbing his cock head right over that  sensitive spot.

"Oh God Dame, you're killing me." She pressed her lips to his, her tongue tangling with his while he pushed impossibly deep.

She gripped his shoulders, holding on  for dear life while he took her right over the edge she screamed his name without the muffle of the ball gag and felt his hot cum explode  inside her. His arms were steel bands around her preventing her from  moving off of him. Not that she was going to anyway. She liked him right  where he was, so deep she could practically feel him in her throat.

She sucked along his neck up to his ear and sucked that too.

"I love you, Jo," he whispered and her breath caught.

She hesitated for a second wondering if it would be kinder to lie. "I love you too," she said at last.

"How was it? It feels like it was better this time."

"Yeah," she sighed. "It was really good. Of course, it could be because it's been so long. Or maybe because I really wasn't going to have sex with you."

He lifted his head and frowned at her

"You didn't say your safe word."

"You gagged me!"

"I gave you plenty of time to say it before I gagged you."

She smirked at that. He  was right of course. She hadn't said it because no matter how much she  thought she should, she'd never been able to actually turn him down.

"We can't be doing this Dame, it doesn't help either of us move on," she said softly looking into his chocolate eyes.

"I don't want to move on."

"It's been almost two years. It's time to move on."

"I've been in love with you since I was a freshman in high school. That far surpasses your two years."

"We didn't start dating until junior year," she smirked.

"I know.

"Dame, let's not do this," she sighed.

"Oh, we're doing it." His arms tightened further around her as if he worried she would jump right off him.

They'd had this conversation before. It was always the same.

"Dame, you broke the rules. You broke my heart. It's never going to be the same as it was. I  love you, I always will, but there's nothing left to say."

"Jo, you know I would never cheat on you on purpose."

He held her gaze unwavering and she sighed, "Yeah, I know you wouldn't cheat on me on purpose." He looked surprised she didn't usually admit that but it had been long enough that she wasn't as angry.

"I fucked up. I know I fucked up and I'm sorry."

She couldn't breathe her eyes were wide and she knew her mouth had dropped open. "What?"

"I said I'm sorry. You were right. I should never have believed her stupid story and I wouldn't have done anything without checking with you if I hadn't been stupid drunk."

Hope surged within her and she hated how much she wanted it. "Dame, just because you're not drinking today and you've had some kind of epiphany..."

"It's been a year."

"What?"

"I quit a year ago, one year ago tonight I got stupid drunk because we weren't... anyway, I almost went home with some nameless chick at the bar. That is not  something I would have done sober. Valentine's Day is ours."

She smiled at that. She never wanted to go out on Valentine's Day so they had developed a tradition of wild and crazy sex on Valentine's Day. Of course, that's what led her ex-best friend to be able to convince him that Jo wanted a  threesome on that particular Valentine's Day.

"I don't know what to say," she admitted.

He pulled her more tightly against him. "Say you forgive me. Say you'll come back home. Marry me... again."

"Are you serious?"

"I have a ring." He looked around at the ground.

"Wherever I left my pants there is a ring."

She didn't know what to say, the cynic that lived in her brain reminded her of her broken heart, of the horrible fights they'd had because of it. Even the relief she'd  felt when she finally moved out.

But her heart remembered everything  that came before. When they'd had nothing but each other when he'd been  the only person she could count on. When he'd been up to try every  sexual thing that crossed her mind.

"I need a minute," she whispered. He sighed but he let go of her. She eased off his lap on to her feet and quickly walked from the room. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. This was not a decision she was  prepared to make there was too much at stake, too much too lose.

She'd  only just gotten to the point that she could be friends with him.

"I don't want to be friends."

"What?"

"You're rambling, babe," he said softly. She always did that when she was upset. When her mind was in turmoil it came out her mouth.

She huffed and glared at him, he was still stark naked, not that she was any better wearing only a red leather corset.

"Why are you doing this? Why now? You've moved on, I've moved on, why can't you just let it be?"

He crossed his arms over his massive chest and leveled a dark brooding scowl at her.

"Bull shit," he growled.

"What?"

"You heard me. You're  full of shit. You haven't moved on, I've seen the guys you date. They're panty waste pushovers. Yes-men that wouldn't stand up to a stiff breeze let alone the hurricane force that is you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

He moved toward her but she stood her ground. "You know damn well what it means. You need someone that can handle your attitude, someone that can take your shit and not get pissed."

"Someone like you?"

"Damn right. I'm not afraid to tell you you're bitchy, and I'm not afraid to fuck you against the wall when you need it."

Her chest felt too tight to breathe as she looked up at him.

His expression softened.  "I need you, Jo. I need your hurricane force to keep me in check. I need you to tell me when I'm being a jackass. I need someone who can stand up to me just as much as you do."

He reached out and ran  his finger down her cheek, "It was my fault, Jo. My stubborn pride wouldn't let me admit it before. I didn't want it to have been my fault, I was so pissed at you, so determined to prove that you leaving would be your loss." He stopped and sucked in a deep breath.

"It was my loss, I am lost, I need you, I need you to be my best friend again, I need you  to be my lover, I need you to be my wife." He bent and picked up his jeans and pulled a ring out of his jeans pocket. No box just a huge diamond and platinum ring.

"I was the first guy to fuck you, inept as I was, I'm going to be the last."

She looked up at him and felt as if her heart was breaking all over again. She'd missed him so  much, longed for him. He'd always been a physical guy, he didn't talk he acted. Coming here and fucking her on the floor was exactly his style.  Telling her he needed her... that was definitely a wild departure from  the norm. While she loved hearing it, it hammered home the fact that he  was really serious about this.

The first time he  proposed he'd had a fake pawn shop ring that turned her finger green, but she'd loved it. The ring he had now was exactly what she would have picked. He was right about one thing, he knew her inside out and he was exactly what she needed.

She brushed away the tears that were falling without her permission. She took the ring from his fingers looking at it closely. "What the fuck Dame, you think you can just show up here with chocolate and jewelry, fuck me once and everything will just be okay?"

She slid the ring on her finger and then poked him in the center of the chest hard. "It's been two years, two years!" He fell back a step and she continued to push into his space, "Two years is a long damn time, do you know how many nights I laid awake frustrated, how many vibrators didn't make the cut. Don't think you get credit for the few times you've been around either.  That was like an interest payment. You owe me like a thousand orgasms!" His arm snaked around her pulling her tight against his chest.

"You got it," She could feel his cock swelling against her, it wasn't like there was any hiding it. "You marry me and I'll make you cum a thousand times."

"No."

"No?"

"I want a thousand of your orgasms and I want to start right now."

She took hold of his  cock and he smiled a slow sexy smile.

"That's good Babe because we are nowhere close to finished with our Valentine's Day celebration."

Beautifully Written By: JennaMonroe