Following his command, my hand travelled from my nipple to grab the waistband of my briefs, pushing them down just far enough that my cock was free.
I was going to come. Just the sound of Dom’s voice was pushing me to the edge. In the fantasy, all I wanted was to fall into him. I’d do anything he said, happily drowning in him just to hear the low tone of desire and the strength of his need matching mine.
I pushed myself, racing towards an orgasm despite wanting to draw it out. My thrusts shook the sofa, creaks bouncing off the bathroom walls, so I swapped to firm strokes of my cock rather than hungry thrusts.
“Relax,” Dom said. “Let me take care of you.”
My body softened as I opened myself up to him. It was the sexiest I’d ever felt, even during the late-night sessions with Molly. Stroking myself in the bathroom where I could be so easily caught, mixed with the feeling of Dom encouraging me, made it even more exciting.
I was losing grip on reality and becoming absorbed in the fantasy of him.
My pleasure intensified, and I pressed my face into the thin pillow, trying to quieten my moans as I crept closer to my orgasm.
“Just tell me what you need. Let me give it to you.”
I groaned. So close, so nearly there. “You,” I gasped into the empty room. “I need you.” My guilt towards Molly was drowned out by my need. I hadn’t been able to shake the image of Dom between my legs at brunch, and now it was coming back to haunt me.
I could almost hear his chuckle, the way he liked to push me, make me talk, make me ask for it. But that was only when he teased me. This was so much deeper. I wanted him, and he knew it. He could see my darkest secret, and instead of pushing me away, he was calling me out on it.
Dom climbed down my body, scattering kisses across my shoulders, chest, and stomach. A wave of self-consciousness hit me, but he quickly eased it away by moaning as he reached my cock.
“Don't hide from me,”he whispered against my stomach.
And then I was gone. In my bathroom, I desperately pumped my cock to capture the feeling of Dom surrounding me, consuming me with his touch.
Dom’s face disappeared, his finger stroking my cock as I felt his tongue sweep across the head.
“Oh God,” I choked out. “Dom…” I tried to hold back my cries, until he opened his mouth. He kept his eyes on me, the vibration of his pleasure travelling straight through me as he wrapped his lips around me and took my cock deep into his mouth.
I couldn’t stop myself. The line between reality and imagination was so blurred that I swore he was there with me, guiding me through it all. One last stroke, another thrust from my hips, and my body jerked, lightning sizzling up my spine.
It was so fast. One second I was building to an orgasm, the next I felt my cock rubbing against the back of Dom's throat, and I came.
Pleasure exploded through me as his moans echoed in my ears.
I turned my head, pressing my face deep into the pillow, hiding my cries as I called out the one name I shouldn’t.
“Dom, please. Please, Dom, don't stop,” I begged. It would feel so good to come in his mouth, for him to lick me until I was a mess beneath him. Another image assaulted me. He rose above my body with that grin on his face, the one he always had when he got what he wanted.
And I shivered under him. I’d never thought anyone could be that sexy, but he set off a whole new rush of heat inside me with his smile.
I wanted him to kiss me and tell me what that meant for him. In my fantasy, he curled himself around me, holding me close.
I groaned as my orgasm faded, my hand sticky from capturing my cum, my body still buzzing. I panted as I looked out into the semi-dark bathroom, my eyes wide as the full realisation of what I had done sank in.
A pulse of pain shot through me, lurching in my stomach as a dark cloud of guilt twisted through my chest.
I’d gone too far, stepped into something that I wasn’t even sure was real. Desire pounded through me, stronger than anything I’d felt for Molly.
“You go to sleep, handsome.” I heard Dom’s voice again. I swear I felt the lightest kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
My brow creased, panting, burning, so turned on that I was sure if I pressed my fingers inside myself I would come again.
As my clarity returned, I remembered the day I woke up in his bed in university, before we became friends. It was that hurt look as I asked him, fear heavy in my voice, if anything had happened.
And he’d made it so clear it never would. He looked at me like I was the last thing he wanted to fuck.
So, why did the Dom in that fantasy look exactly like he did back then?
