I tilt my hips upward as an invitation, and he positions himself so he can pull my skirt up.
My black panties are small and sexy. They are part of the ridiculously skimpy outfit I’m to wear to work at the Cockpit. Right now, I am actually grateful for it.
All it takes is Dominic hooking his fingers inside the elastic band and rapidly yanking them off to expose me. My bare, wet pussy is literally throbbing for his touch.
“God, you’re really wet for me, aren’t you?” he groans, and I nod.
I suddenly don’t care how crazy this is.
Even if it is a dirty dream come true, and I end up regretting it. Even if he figures out who I am, there is no way in hell I could stop right now.
And I don’t want to.
A second later his fingers slowly caress me. His pointer finger drags up and down my length, pressing just hard enough to wake up every nerve, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He then uses his thumb to tease my clit while staring down at me.
His breath is hot on my skin, and he stares deeply into my eyes.
“Fuck,” I moan as he teases me, his fingers playing against my skin like he’s playing a finely tuned instrument. Faster, slower, harder, softer. It’s taking everything in me not to come, but every time I almost do, he pulls back.
I swear I see a smirk tick at the corners of his mouth.
“Do you want it?” he asks. “Do you want to come for me?”
I nod, and he tips his chin up. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me come,” I say the words aloud. I’ve never uttered those words to a man before.
Usually, I am a bit brattier in the bedroom, calling the shots because I refuse to let a man ever have his way with me.
But this man could do filthy, unspeakable things to me, and I’d simply bend over and beg for more.
“Say my name,” he says while his thumb draws tantalizing circles around the outer edges of my clit, teasing, but not delivering.
“Dominic,” I murmur, and he cups his hand around the nape of my neck.
His palm covers my cheek and his thumb presses my lips. He runs it over them before sliding it down, tugging my bottom lip in the process.
“Dom,” he corrects me with fire in his eyes and whiskey on his breath.
There’s something about that combination that arouses me. It’s dark, caged, and hungry. I can feel the heat of it rushing to the surface as I meet his gaze with my own.
“Make me come,Dom,” I answer his request. His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing it with quick, intentional flicks until I’m bucking my hips against his touch as I ride his hand.
Just before I come, he slips his middle finger inside me, moving it in the most delicious motion that sends me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I cry out, tangling my hands in his dark, wavy hair.
I want him to kiss me, but before I can rise to meet him, he pulls back.
Then he undoes his pants and pulls himself free.
His cock is bigger than I imagined; smooth, thick, pulsing in his hand clasping around it.
He strokes himself one, two, three times until it glistens with the hint of need.
“Do you want me?” he asks, his tone low and devilish.
“Yes,” I whisper, unable to find my breath.
