Dominic moves so his body is over mine and begins a steady rhythm with both of his hands wrapped around our cocks. “Have to…hurry…” he practically pants. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I pull him down for an intoxicating kiss. Dominic nips at my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth with just enough pressure to draw my sac tight against my body, thinking about that suction around the head of my dick.
In a quick movement, I flip Dominic onto his back as I reach for the lube. “That’s enough of that,” I tease. Coating two fingers, I inch my way down his body until my face is so close that I can smell his arousal. “I’m a man of my word.”
Dominic lifts his head off the pillows, watching as my tongue circles the thick, weeping head of his cock. I hold his gaze as my tongue dips into his slit, lapping every drop of pre-cum he’ll give me. “Oh God, Tony!” His words become less coherent as I take him to the back of my throat, sliding my middle finger across his taint.
At the exact moment I breach his entrance, both of our cell phones start ringing. “Fuck!” I shout, pulling away from Dominic. I grip his cock as I answer my phone, loving the way he’s struggling to carry on a conversation with whoever’s calling him.
“What?” I answer gruffly.
“Well good morning to you too,” my sister laughs. I could seriously kill her right about now. “Just calling to remind you that we’re having a family brunch this morning. Are you coming?”
“That’s what I was working on, but then I got cockblocked by my favorite sister,” I groan, leaning down to lick the tip of Dominic’s cock as my sister freaks on the other end of the line.
Dominic stumbles over his words and slaps my shoulder as he begins to lose control. “Baby, not…now…oh, shit!” I set the phone down on the bed, taking Dominic to the hilt as his body begins to buck off the bed, swallowing every last drop of his release. “You’re going to pay for that,” he hisses, turning his attention back to he was talking to. Probably Andrew, seeing as my sister called me at the exact same time.
“…down here in twenty minutes. Tony? Did you hear a word I just said?” Caroline’s irritated with me, but it’s worth it for the sexed out, dazed look on Dominic’s face. “Hang on…” I can hear Andrew talking to her in the background, but can’t make out what they’re saying. “Anthony Orlando DeLuca! Donottell me you did what Andrew’s pretty sure you did with your sister on the phone!”
Dominic’s face flushes and we both bust out laughing. “No worries, sis. I’m not one to kiss and tell.” I lean over, kissing Dom, loving the feeling of his tongues sliding between my lips. Before she can answer, I end the call and toss my phone onto the bed.
“I should kick your ass,” Dominic threatens as he tumbles out of bed, shaking his head as he rummages through the drawers. “How am I supposed to look either of them in the eye? Here, these should fit you.” He tosses a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved polo shirt next to me before disappearing into the bathroom.
“Need any help in there?” I offer, knowing there’s no way we’ll meet my sister’s demand that we be in the banquet room in less than twenty minutes if I follow him. Again, it’s all about priorities, and Dominic is worth just about whatever ire she can toss my way.
“Don’t even think about it.” Dominic pokes his head around the corner. “And just so you don’t think I’m ungrateful, itwasfucking amazing. Now you just need to work on when it’s appropriate to do things like that. I think you’re the one who’s turned on by the idea of getting caught.”
Fuck yes, I am. But I know he is too. While I sit on the bed waiting for my turn in the shower, I begin plotting all the things I want to do to and with Dominic.
* * *
Twenty-six minutes later,my arms are wrapped around Dominic’s waist as we wait for the elevator. I know that I have to say what’s on my mind, but I’m delaying it for as long as possible because I don’t see any way my next demand won’t kill the high we’re both riding right now. Leaning in, I gently suck the hollow behind his ear. “When do you fly back?” I ask, pushing my worries to the back of my mind.
“I’ll leave Tuesday morning to head up to see my dad. It’s the off-season for me, so I don’t have to be back to Phoenix until the second. I’ll probably be back down here the day after Christmas.” Dominic turns around in my arms, shoving his hands in the back pockets of the jeans he loaned me. They’re tighter than I’d like, but it beats doing the walk of shame into brunch with my family. “Are you trying to get rid of me already?” he teases.
“Never,” I promise him. It’s way too soon for me to tell him that it’s a bit depressing to know that there’s an expiration date on whatever is building between us. “More like I want to know how many more times I can make you come so you won’t forget me once you go back to your real life.”
The elevator doors open and we step inside the empty car. “Dominic, there’s something I need to say, but you have to be willing to hear me out.”
Dominic reaches around my body to depress the stop button. I cringe, imagining an alarm blaring, clueing everyone in to the fact that the two of us are holding up the elevator’s descent, but there’s nothing. Still, I begin speaking quickly on the off-chance that there’s a delayed alarm.
“Look, I like you. I mean, really like you and that freaks me out a bit. I’m not going to get all sappy again, but you need to know that before I say anything else.” I suck in a deep breath before continuing and feel Dominic reaching for me. The pressure of his palm against the back of my neck gives me the strength I need. He steps close enough that our bodies are almost touching, but not quite. I want to pull him to me, to draw strength from him, but I don’t deserve that. There’s a good chance he’s going to split as soon as I work up the courage to let him know what a complete coward I am. Yes, I know how fucked up that sounds, but such is my life.
“I’m sure you’ve realized that I’m not out to anyone but Caroline and Andrew. I don’t like lying to my family, but this is the way it has to be right now. My parents are decent enough people, but they’re a bit inflexible when it comes to how they see our lives versus what we want to do. The way I feel about you is dangerous for me. If it seems like I’m ignoring you once we get to brunch, I need you to understand that it’s nothing personal.” Dominic releases the stop button and I begin to feel like I’m out of the woods. And then he backs away from me and I know I’m royally screwed.
When Dominic becomes more interested in the veining of the marble floor than in me, I realize that I’ve fucked this up more than even I thought myself capable of. “Yeah, I get it. I’m good enough for you to screw around with in the privacy of a hotel room, or even in public as long as it’s strangers around, but not for you to talk to when your parents are around. Hey, I guess I should consider myself lucky that you at least gave my ego a little pep talk.”
He feints left when I move toward him, pushing my hand away from his body. “Dominic, don’t do this. It’s not like I want to push you away, but if I get too close to you in there, my family will see right through me. As soon as we can get out of there, everything will be normal and we can hang out, grab some beers, whatever the fuck you want.”
The elevator doors open and Dominic shoves past me. He turns back to me, twisting my shirt in his fists. “I know better than you’ll ever realize what’s on the line. The difference is, I’m man enough to be honest with myself. As great as a beer sounds right about now, don’t feel like you need to do me any favors.”
* * *
Dom
Of all thefucked up situations in my life, I’m pretty sure this one takes the cake. I knew last night that Tony wasn’t out to his family, but to have him so blatantly tell me of his plans to stay as far away as possible from me at this brunch is beyond fucked up. We may not know one another all that well, but I don’t need him telling me how hard it is to keep appearances as if I’m some clingy boyfriend who’s prone to lewd displays of affections without consideration of where we are and who might see. Besides, he was the one who started grinding his hips against me last night as we danced, so who in the hell does he think he is to lecture me?
And to top it off, offering to spend time with me later. Talk about insult heaped on top of injury. I might not be looking for my soul mate right now, but I’m sure as hell not going to have Tony, or anyone else, shoving me back in the closet and padlocking the door closed.
“Hey, easy there killer,” Andrew laughs when I plow into him. I’m lucky it wasn’t Mama Rossi or Andrew’s grandmother. They’d have sat me down at the nearest table, pushing until I told them why I’m so flustered. “Given the little phone show you two gave me this morning, I thought you’d be in a much better mood.”
