I shift on my knees, more from the building pressure in my womb than the feel of the hard tile digging into them, and pull in a breath through my nose. My eyes are starting to water, a tear falls down my cheek and hits black denim as my jaw burns and stretches to accommodate his girth.
Dominic’s hand tightens in my hair and tugs, trying to pull me back up. I reach up and grasp his wrist, stopping him from moving me. When he stills, I remove my hand and take another deep breath through my nose before coming back up, tongue fluttering over his tip repeatedly before sliding back down again.
“Relax your throat, angel. You’re almost there.”
On the next glide, I do exactly as he says and manage to capture those last few inches. Dominic swears loudly, his free hand joining the other one at the back of my head as I take every inch of him over and over again. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the veins in his arms straining under his skin. He’s fighting to let me set the pace, to be gentle with me.
But I don’t want him gentle, I want him half mad with wanting me, too far gone to be a gentleman, too crazed with the need to come to remember to be careful with me. I want him to use me, to take every bit of pleasurehe’s denied himself since this started from my body. I want to ruin him for every other woman in the world just like he’s ruined me for all other men.
More tears sting my eyes and my lungs burn, begging for a full breath, but I don’t care. Nothing matters now except driving the man in front of me crazy. I bare my teeth, dragging them gently up his shaft with the next pull. And I don’t know exactly how I expected Dominic to react, but the animalistic growl of satisfaction that rips from his throat is enough to make me moan. The sound vibrates around his sensitive flesh and finally sends him over the edge.
“Fuck yes, angel.” He groans. “That’s so damn perfect.”
With both of his hands on the back of my head, Dominic takes over the rhythm. He pulls me up roughly, letting me get one full breath before driving me back down onto his dick. His hips buck up, meeting my waiting mouth and sliding down my throat in brutal glides that make me squirm. I’m so wet, so turned on from driving him to the point of no return, my arousal is coating my thighs.
My fingernails dig into his jeans as he continues his punishing rhythm, driving my open mouth down onto his dick over and over again. Hitting the back of my throat while I moan around him. I love every moment of it, and the power of owning his pleasure, of being more than his best friend’s fragile widow, swells in my chest until all I can feel is it and him.
When Dominic’s movements start to go unsteady, his hips jerking and fingers digging into my scalp, I know he’s close. I smile to myself and suck harder, letting my throat constrict around him with small swallows that have him cursing and warning me he’s about to come.
When the first burst of hot, creamy liquid shoots down my throat, I nearly choke from how thick it is. And I only get a second to recover from the warning shot before Dominic explodes in my mouth with a ragged grunt that almost makes me come again. I swallow every drop of it, feeling incredibly triumphant for a woman on her knees. And nothing, not eventhe ache in them, can take away the heady rush of power moving through me as I lick Dominic clean with his shaky breaths skating across my skin.
“Enough,” he says harshly, reaching down and gently pushing me away.
I watch with a smile as he shoves himself back into his jeans before his dick gets completely hard again. He brushes his knuckles across my cheek, his eyes soft with wonder and an all too familiar wariness as they study me.
“I’m fine,” I say, standing up and stretching to relieve the ache in my back. “You can’t conduct a mental assessment every time we do something new, Dominic.”
“Yes, I can.” He stands too, gripping my waist and pulling me close. “Only you would get mad at me for being concerned about your well-being.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and squeal when he picks me up. “I’m not mad. I just don’t want to have to think about theonetime I freaked out on you every time one of us has an orgasm.”
“That’s fair.”
My brows lift in surprise at his easy agreement. “So you’ll stop treating me like a ticking time bomb?”
“No.” He laughs. “I’ll just get better at conducting my mental assessments without you knowing.”
“You’re impossible.”
Chapter 23
Sloane
Now
I forgot how good it feels to have regular orgasms that aren’t courtesy of my vibrator or, in moments of true desperation, my own hand. For so long I thought the all-consuming, glowing from the inside out, walking on a cloud feeling was lost to me forever.
But after three weeks of Dominic fucking me with his fingers and worshipping me with his sinful tongue on every available surface—my bed, my shower, the kitchen counter, and the now-finished vanity in the bathroom of the Presidential Suite—I can happily say I’m intimately familiar with the postorgasmic haze and all its pleasure-filled glory once again.
I feel like my happiness is seeping out of my pores, broadcasting to everyone around me that someone is making me very happy at home.
And that would be a good thing if it didn’t make Dominic stare at me like a loon, his chest puffed out proudly, causing me to blush through everySunday dinner at Mama’s in the past few weeks. If we weren’t supposed to be acting like two people who are barely friends, I would grin back at him. I would let my feminine pride and never-ending desire for him shine in my eyes and gloss right over the other emotions I’m too scared to put a name to. Instead, I just smile into my phone and text him to cut it out before someone notices.
Not that anyone has noticed.
All of Dominic’s heated gazes and casual touches while we were at Mama’s on Sunday went unnoticed by Mal, and James, who sees us together multiple times a week, hasn’t picked up on anything.He would have to spend more than five seconds in a room with Dominic to do that though.Our apparent ability to fly under the radar has only encouraged Dominic and made me more anxious about us getting caught. He reassures me every night that things will be fine, even as shadows of something like uncertainty move behind his eyes. And once he’s done using his words to comfort me, he spreads my legs and uses everything but his dick to make me come.
Last night, it was a combination of my vibrator and his tongue. The toy buzzing inside of my soaked channel on its highest setting while he lapped up my juices and sucked on my clit until I saw stars. I came three times like that and begged him to give me more as he rubbed his throbbing dick along my slit, lubricating himself in my juices before climbing up my body and holding my breasts together so he could fuck them.
