He placed his hands on my hips and tugged me down the bed a few inches. He positioned his erection at my entrance, rubbing the head against me before pushing himself in the first couple of inches.
I gasped. He felt thicker than I was expecting. He paused without me having to ask him to, resting his weight on his forearms to keep it off of me. His dark eyes took in everything about my face, waiting for any small tell. When he looked into my eyes, I moved my hips slightly. He moved in a bit more, understanding what I meant. There was no awkward fumbling or nerves. He was an expert at reading my body language and I was an expert at reading his. When he was fully inside me, I met his thrusts, rubbing my clit against him with every thrust.He changed his position ever so slightly, using his arms to better angle his torso so I could get the friction I craved.
"Faster," I whispered, bucking against him.
He picked up the pace, thrusting smoothly in and out of me. "I want you to com again." His breath tickled my cheek.
I shook my head. "I can't like this." Not at that angle. It felt amazing, but I had never finished from penetration alone.
"Show me how you can," he said.
I was self-conscious at first, showing him how I wanted to touch myself to help myself along. He watched more for a bit, stroking himself, before he rested a hand on my hip. Gently pushing me onto my side, he said, "Do that while I'm behind you."
He didn't try to rush me. He somehow managed to hold himself back until I came again. Only then did he increase his speed a bit. Then he thrust into me even deeper and I felt his shuddering release inside of me. When he stopped, he kissed my shoulder. But neither of us said anything. We were spent. It must have been three in the morning, and we had finally given in to the temptation we had been denying for so long. Basking in afterglow, silent except for his heavy breathing, was enough.
Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Iwokeuptothewarmth of sunlight on my face. I enjoyed it for a moment before the confusion hit. To ensure I could get the deepest sleep possible, my father had helped me install blackout blinds and blackout curtains in my bedroom the week I moved into my apartment. Especially on days I had to get up at the crack of dawn, I tried to force myself to bed early to get enough sleep. That wasn’t a problem in the winter, when the sun had set before dinner. The summer was another story. When it was light past nine and not truly dark until even later, I had a hard time getting to sleep. I always had. So waking up to the sun, while nice, wasn’t something I was used to. How tired was I when I got home to have forgotten to close my curtains?
Everything came flooding back to me then. I hadn’t gone home at all.
My eyes shot open. Sure enough, I wasn’t in my room. This wasn’t my bed, and that bookcase in the corner wasn’t filled with my books.
I braced myself before I rolled over, but the other half of the bed was empty. The sheets were rumpled and a corner of thepillow was propped up on the headboard. I reached out, feeling the temperature of the sheets. They were cool to the touch. He must have been gone for at least a few minutes.
I rolled back over and looked over the side of the bed. My clothes were nowhere to be seen. “Crap,” I muttered. I pulled the sheet up to cover my chest when I sat up to look at the floor on the other side of the bed. Sure enough, my clothes were strewn across the carpet between the bed and the door. Intermingled among them were several pieces of much larger pieces of clothing.
Not knowing how much time I had before he got back, I hurried out of bed to grab my underwear. I had one arm in my shirt when I heard the door opening. I yanked my shirt down my torso as hard as I could while calling out, “One minute! Just give me a minute!”
The door shut again and I hurried into my pants. God, was I really going to have to do the walk of shame? These people all knew who I was. They all knew of my repeated denials that there was anything between Dom and me off the ice. Fucking hell, they had heard Brandon’s accusations that Dom and I had been secretly hooking up this entire time. This wasn’t exactly going to make us look truthful.
I guess it was too late to be worried about that.
“Okay,” I said, furiously combing through my hair with my fingers. I probably looked a mess. Judging from the mascara marks on the pillow, I probably had raccoon eyes. I certainly had morning breath and bedhead, with no way to fix either of them.
Dom walked into the room—hisroom—in nothing but a beige towel. His still wet dark hair was rumpled, sticking up in every direction. His muscled torso and arms were drier. Not that it kept me from staring at his muscles again. I knew he was in fantastic shape. He wouldn’t be able to lift me so easily otherwise. But now I knew what those muscles could do to meoff the ice. Heat swept over me, particularly between my thighs. My body remembered what he had done the night before.
“Hey,” he said. He sounded as awkward as I felt. His left hand rested on the place his towel overlapped, as though he was worried it was going to come undone and leave him exposed. That was exactly what I wanted to see, although I knew I shouldn’t.
“Hey,” I said. My arms felt awkward hanging at my sides, so I tried crossing them over my chest. Did that make me seem too closed off? I uncrossed them and shoved my hands in my pockets. I don’t know if that was any better.
“So, about last night…” he trailed off.
“Yeah,” I said, just for something to say. “It was… something.” God, I sounded like an idiot. I was saying words, but none of them actually meant anything. I was worried about saying the wrong thing. For once, I had no idea what Dom was thinking.
“It was,” Dom said, latching on. “It was good… great, even. But I don’t know if we were thinking things through.”
That was an understatement. “We definitely weren’t,” I agreed. “It was great, but I don’t know if this is going to change things.” Did I want it to change things between us? Did he? My body was humming with tension, ready to jump him again for a repeat of last night. That wasn’t smart, though. Morning breath was the least of my problems.
“We can’t let it change things,” Dom said. “Not now.” His fingers tightened over the towel, brushing against his lower abs in the same place I had rocked against him only hours earlier.
The words “not now” finally got my brain on the right track. We had the Winter Games hanging over us. That was the unspoken obstacle we were staring down. The thing we had been working towards for eight years together. We’d been working to get to this point even longer if you counted the years we were skating without each other. If you counted them, I had beenbuilding to this since I was three years old. I had dedicated everything to this year for so long. There were no second chances, so there was no room for errors. But it also meant that the decision of what this meant for us was out of my hands.
“Right,” I said, trying to push the disappointment at his statement down. “That will probably be best. We have to be smart about things.” The acknowledgement didn’t make the voice in my head pipe down.
“Right,” Dom repeated with a single nod. His face was still closed off. “We weren’t thinking straight last night. It was just the culmination of years of being told we had chemistry.”
