There is no turning back from this. No changing my mind now, and I don’t want to. I want this, want him…every single day until I’ve had my fill.
“Fuck, I love watching you do that,” he says. “Are you ready to come?”
I hum, half nodding since he’s still fisting my hair.
“You better fucking come before I spill down your pretty little throat,” he commands.
And I happily oblige, my fingers plunging in and out, my choking sounds getting louder as he picks up the pace.
“Come for me. Now,” he demands, and I fall apart. Whimpering and crying his name with his cock shoved to the back of my throat. Dominic groans loudly, his body coiling tight and his movements slowing as hot cum fills my mouth. I nearly choke, but I push through, swallowing every drop and trying to breathe in between.
When we’re done, he helps me up, leaning my body against the small counter. Dominik takes my slick fingers and pushes them inside his mouth, sucking them clean.
“I can never get enough of that,” he delights.
Dominik keeps his eyes fixed on me while he pulls up his sweatpants, straightens his shirt, and turns to exit. He doesn’t bother washing his hands or saying another word. I’m left in the airplane bathroom, breathless and reeking of sex, struggling to comprehend how the hell I’m going to walk out there and face his team.
Seeing my messy appearance in the mirror, I grab my leggings and grin.
God, I am colossallyfucked.
15
DOMINIK
I may not know the answers to everything or even the purpose of our existence in this life or the next. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the next hour, next week, or even a month from now. Tomorrow is not guaranteed for anyone, and almost everything is temporary. Even the good days eventually come to an end. It all inevitably transitions into something else, except for this.
Except for her.
I have always felt this way for Zoe, and now that we’re on the other side, now that I’ve had her in this way…as Dominik Lewis…there is no going back. Nothing and no one could ever compare to this. To her. I don’t care what I need to do to win her, who I have to lose…None of it matters to me. She is the one person I refuse to let go of, no matter the cost.
She might believe that all of this will eventually fade away. That she can enjoy herself and leave when she’s ready, but I won’t allow her to go. The past few days have made it abundantly clear to me that this is an undeniable truth.
I’m willing to go to the ends of the earth and back to make her see that. Whatever it takes. I want her to know for certain how permanent she is in my small world.
She is always on my mind. Even now, as I get showered and dressed for practice.
I can’t stop thinking about her when the guys make jokes in the locker room or talk about another team’s game from last night.
I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked when she was down on her knees in that aircraft with my cock hitting the back of her throat as she fingered herself.
And I especially can’t stop thinking about her as I skate on the ice, warming up for practice. I know I should focus because Coach will notice, but I can’t be bothered.
Not today anyway.
I texted her two days ago, asking her to come to practice tonight because there’s something important I need to discuss with her. But she never responded. Ever since the guys put on a big show after she walked out of the plane bathroom, she has been acting distant again. I threatened them all one by one, but Zoe was the color of the Red Sea for the rest of the flight and barely said two words.
I feel guilty for causing her an extra headache and embarrassing her, but a part of me is fucking thrilled about it. Let them hear her scream my name. I want every last person on the planet to know she’s mine.
I had the intention of reaching out to Aaron to check on Zoe, but I’ve been actively avoiding him. I’m unsure if I can continue lying to him once we meet face to face, and I’m anxious about his reaction, so I’ve been attempting to stall for time. I need Zoe to be ready before I open that can of worms. Under no circumstances am I willing to take any risks that could lead to losing her again.
So instead, I borrowed George’s pass and snuck into the security room of our high-rise. I’ve seen her coming in and out of the building, so I know she’s at least okay.
She seems torn between her desires and her own expectations for herself. I’m not sure what it will take for her to accept this situation. I know she hasn’t fully forgiven me, and that probably plays a part in her struggle. Maybe she feels ashamed for wanting what she craves, for giving in to those desires, and for giving in to me. Or perhaps she’s trying to numb her emotions and not let herself feel anything at all.
The whistle blows, and we all skate into position.
“You okay, man?” The sound of Noa’s skates cutting ice reels me back to the present and the hours of practice still left ahead of me.
