Only when he begged for more did I stop and towel us off roughly. Minutes later, we were in bed, making out like the teenagers we once were.
I had no idea how much time passed while we kissed and rutted against each other, but when I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, I drew back to prep Dom. He took my fingers easier now, thanks to how often I’d slipped them inside him over the past few days. I didn’t rush though, opening him as carefully as possible.
And driving him crazy, naturally.
“I’m ready,” he panted as I crooked my fingers against his prostate again. And again. And again. “I promise.”
“I’ll decide when you’re ready,” I growled, adding another finger. He was taking three with ease, but I wouldn’t risk hurting him. “Just lie there and let me make you feel good.”
Dom fisted his hair, his hips rolling in time with my fingers. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t like this side of you.”
“Liar,” I said softly, leaning down to take the head ofhis cock in my mouth. I sucked until he gave a loud moan, then I popped off with a smirk. “Your dick says otherwise.”
“My dick will divorce me if you don’t let it come soon.” Dom gasped as I pegged his prostate again. “Please, Shadow. I need it. I need you. Want you to ruin me.”
I wasn’t going to ruin him.
I was going to be the making of him.
It was time. He couldn’t wait any longer, and in truth, neither could I. After carefully removing my fingers, I rolled on a condom and smoothed lube all over it. “Sure you want this, Dom?”
“Yes.” He pulled his knees up to his chest, his eyes hooded as he stared up at me. “More than anything.”
Remembering my first time, I reached for a pillow. “Under your hips, baby.”
Dom smiled softly. “How the tables have turned.”
“You don’t need to be quiet here.” I lined myself up, but I didn’t push in immediately, teasing his hole with the head of my cock. “Be as loud as you want for me.”
“As if I could do anything else,” Dominic panted, breaking off to moan as I finally breached him. “Oh god, Shadow. Yes. So right. Feels so right.”
I took it slow, never going further than an inch at once, waiting for Dom to beg for more before moving again. My arms were shaking by the time I was fully seated. I searched Dom’s face for any sign of discomfort. “Okay?”
“Better than okay,” he breathed. His cheeks were flushed, his hair matted to his forehead with sweat. “Move, Shadow.”
My thrusts started off shallow and slow, before naturally speeding up. As Dom fell to pieces beneath me, I had just one thought in my head.
Dominic Walker is moaning for me.
It was my name he was calling out. My cock fillinghim. My back being scratched by his blunt nails. My body shaking with the urge to rut into him and never stop. I’d never felt this before—this all-consuming urge to own. To plunder until Dom forgot everything existed except me.
“Shadow,” he moaned again, the long lines of his throat glistening with sweat as he threw his head back against the pillow. “It’s so good. I can’t.”
“You can,” I gasped, slamming into him hard enough to make the bed frame rattle. “Hold on, love. Wait for me.”
His eyes flew open. “What did you call me?”
I froze mid-thrust as the realisation washed over me. “Um. Shit. Is that okay?”
“More than okay,” he said, his eyes softening. Hands gently tugged at my hair. “Come here, Shadow.”
I sank down on him, our lips meeting. The passionate race to the finish was temporarily forgotten as I savoured the taste of him. The feel. The sounds he made. The sight of him coming undone.
There was no denying it. Dom was my love. He always had been.
I just had to figure out how to trust him again.
Eventually, neither of us was satisfied with slow and gentle anymore. I resumed my earlier pace. Dom’s cock was trapped between our abs as I fucked into him. His legs wrapped around my waist, his heels digging into my back. My mouth found his again, connecting us in every conceivable way.
