There’s a sticky pool between my legs, and though I can’t remember my dreams from the previous night, I’m assuming they were exceptionally dirty. What am I supposed to do now? He’s bound to wake up if I start masturbating beside him, and that would be utterly humiliating, but if I woke him up and made it clear that I’m horny as fuck and want to go for a ride, would he reject me? Would he pump the brakes and insist we take it slow? Does he have another secret that he needs to reveal before we go further?
I know I vowed to be done with men, but Dominic isn’t technically a man. He’s a zombie. A gentle giant of a zombie with veiny forearms and a very skilled tongue, and I haveneeds, okay?
“Mm,” he groans as he inhales the skin of my neck, and I think maybe I woke him up because my ass is rubbing against his dick right now, much to my chagrin.
Clearly, the clappable material of my ass has a mind of its own.Bitch.
“You smell good,” he says, his voice husky from sleep.
I notice that he’s not pulling away, in fact, he’s thrusting against my ass with equally slow, intentioned movements. He wants this too. Pushing all rational thoughts out of my head, I take his hand from where it rests on my ribs and place it on my breast. My hand guiding his, I cup and squeeze as my nipple becomes an aching, stiff point.
“Nic,” I moan, turning my head sideways toward him. “Please touch me.”
His eyes widen at that, and he stills. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” It comes out breathy and wanton.
Rolling me onto my back, his knees straddle my hips. “Lindsay, I…” He stops, looking so vulnerable my heart squeezes. “It will change things between us, don’t you think?”
I shrug. “We were becoming friends, right? Now we’ll be friends who have sex. That cool with you?”
Something flashes across his face that I can’t decipher. That’s when I start second-guessing every moment that led to this. Am I pressuring him? Did I misread the vibes? I thought he was into it.
“Friends who have sex,” he repeats. Eventually, he nods before dropping his head and placing a kiss just beneath my ear. “Yes, I think I’d like that very much.”
Once he gives the green light, we become a flurry of limbs and mouths and strewn clothes. His tongue swipes across my collarbone, making my bare chest arch into him, and he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His presses wet kisses down my chest and takes the time to flick each nipple with his tongue before sucking hard. He’s leaving a trail down my belly when he adds, “If at any time you wish to stop, say the word.”
I nod, but that’s not enough for him. He grabs my wrists and holds them over my head with one hand. Then, with his free hand, he reaches down between my legs and traces a line along my inner thigh, so close to what I need, but not close enough. I lift my hips to get him closer, but I end up chasing his hand. “I need a verbal confirmation, gorgeous.”
The authoritative tone brings me back to Halloween night when he was scolding Finn. As much as I hate the memory, I’mpretty sure I could survive on that calm, confident voice alone. Fuck food and water, just talk to me.
“Y-Yes,” I whimper. “Please, Nic.”
Five seconds into this, and I’m already fucking begging. Have I ever been on the verge of coming this quickly? No. Have I ever been attracted to anyone like Nic? Also no. I’m not about to get soft for this guy, but this does feel different, though I can’t totally place how, or why.
When his hand dips beneath my underwear, his brow furrows. “You’re bare.”
A wave of early aughts shame washes over me. “Yeah, I had it lasered off in 2008.” I scrub a hand down my face. “Thank goodness my eyebrows recovered from that time.”
He responds by kissing me hungrily right out of the gate. “Bushy or bare,” he says against my lips, “you’re straight out of a dream.”
It’s really,reallyhard not to melt into a puddle at that.
“Tell me what you like,” he groans. “What you need to come.”
“I like…” I begin, and my stomach twists slightly with nerves. Will he be cool with my answer? Or will he judge me for it? He’s asking, so clearly, he’s eager to give me what I want, which is more than I can say for the majority of my previous partners. “I like being told what to do. Being bossed around.” What can I say? Feminism leaves my body when the clothes come off. Or maybe it’s because I have to make a million decisions from the time I open my eyes until the moment I pass out, and it’d just be nice to not have to think for a little while. To know that whatever I do with my partner, it’ll make us both feel good.
“Yeah?” he asks.
Nic’s finger swipes between the lips of my pussy, and he moans like he’s in pain. It does something to me, that moan. The sound makes me feel powerful. Like I could knock over a building with the back of my hand.
“I’d be honored to boss you around, lioness.”
“W-What about you?” Speaking clearly is becoming a challenge with the way he’s touching me, as is forming thoughts.
He nips at the shell of my ear before whispering, “I like it rough. Not all the time, but sometimes.”
