My cock was comfortably caged between my knees and stomach. I already knew where this was going before I gave myself time to consider where I was.
The late nights, the pleasure, it was all driving me insane. Combine that with the look Dom had given me at brunch, and I was a walking live wire. It was exhausting being so alive along with everything else. One touch and I was suddenly burning up.
I groaned as the tingles at the bottom of my spine began; light, gentle, my anticipation already rising.
I told myself I shouldn’t do it. I didn’t need it. There were better ways to relieve my tension at work. But the other side of me, the one that had awoken during my passion-filled nights, urged me on.
Parting my knees, my hand travelled downwards under the sheet. I knew this was wrong, dirty, off somehow, but that just made it more exciting. I’d stripped down to my vest and briefs before napping, making it easier to languidly brush my hand down my body to skim the line of my stomach, just within reach of my cock.
I closed my eyes, reveling in the tension of what was to come.
Slipping my hand over my briefs, I ran my fingers down the outline of my cock. Relief shuddered through me, though it only made me more hungry for a release. My mouth dropped open at the sweet ache that came both from my own touch and the distance. I wanted to feel skin-on-skin, but the more I teased myself, the better the release would be.
I let my fingers soften, finding the full shape of my cock through the material. Pressing one finger to my shaft, I tested my hardness and became lost in the moment.
Lying on my left side, I let my whole body relax, my head sinking into the cushion. My eyes fluttered closed as I licked my lips and cupped myself.
A moan tremored from me as my fingertips pressed firmly against the base of my cock as the heel of my hand rubbedmy cockhead. Tingles fluttered through me as pleasure already started to build.
I just wanted to let go again, to lose myself in the sensation. To have precious time where I didn't have to be anyone, and I could just explore myself.
“Harry…” Dom’s voice echoed in my mind, and amusement and lust laced his words. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
My whole body jerked, heat ripping through me, gasping as an image barrelled into me.
The hope for a slow build vanished as my need flared, closing my eyes, floating into the picture before me.
My hand was stretched out, playing with Dom’s bottom lip, trembling at how I touched him. He looked younger: no beard, lighter hair, and less muscle. We were lying together, a blanket up to our shoulders, tucked so closely that I could feel the warmth of his skin.
I moaned as I nodded, answering the Dom in my imagination. My grip on my cock tightened as I was taken away by that fiery look in his eyes, the same one that had captured me at brunch.
In my mind, Dom reached out, curling my hair behind my ear, sending shivers through my body. The younger me had been craving it for so long. Ever since I had begun to listen to him having sex through the wall of our rooms in university, I’d wanted to know what it felt like to be with him like this.
Dom edged forwards, placing the slightest kiss on my lips, but I wanted more. I opened up for him, asking him to take me,to show me what it meant to really kiss another man. And he responded.
He was gentle at first, as if he were testing the waters by simply covering my lips with his. Until he let out a groan, pressing himself deeper into my mouth. He lifted himself up onto his arm, finding a better angle to take me as his own.
Back in the bathroom, I thrust my hips, groaning at the friction of the soft material rubbing between my hand and my cock. I was already caught up in the image. It was so strong and so real that I swore for a second I could feel him with me. I surrendered and gave myself over to my imagination.
“Is this good?” Dom asked, his care shaking my heart.
“Yes, please…” I moaned into the empty bathroom, absorbed in the thought of him. It was as if Dom was there; his sweat, the sheets, the feel of his chest pressed against mine as he buried his hands in my hair.
My hand traced my waistband, pushing under it to find my cock lying hot against my stomach. I succumbed to my need to go beyond the tease and wrapped my fingers around myself, spreading my thumb over my cock head, pulling back my hips to stroke myself.
“Let me give you more,” Dom said against my lips, holding my face, kissing me with a passion I’d never experienced before. In the fantasy, I was caught by him and by how loved I felt. There was a moment of hesitation, a fear that it might be how he treated all of his one-night stands, but I swept it away as his tongue ran between my lips and he delved deeper.
I was assaulted by images of him as I ground my hips. The dry grip of my hand only made the ache better. I squeezed and pushed myself, taken away by the heat of him, by the look on his face, and the way he pressed himself against me.
“I want to touch you,” Dom whispered, his phantom fingers finding my nipple.
My other hand crept upwards, brushing my nipple hidden by my vest, stroking myself like he did in my imagination.
I buckled, the hand on my cock stilling as I pinched myself, sending pleasure fluttering through me. “Yes, Dom. Please. Touch me.”
Shuddering at the thought, my twisted imagination conjured images of Dom’s face looking so serious, his entire focus on me. Which just made me more eager for a release.
“I need these off,” he murmured.
