I bit my knuckles to hold back my whimper.
“I don’t dream of you fucking me,” he continued hoarsely. “I dream of you making love to me. In a bed, because it’ll be my first time. Will you be gentle with me?”
My knuckles slid free. “Yes.Yes.”
“I knew you would, Ry. That’s why I waited. Why I saved that part of myself for you.”
I was so close. So fucking close. Dominic wasn’t even in the same room, but he may as well have been. His voicewas in my ears. His fantasies in my mind. His touch a phantom on my skin, but there nonetheless.
“I’ve saved my favourite for last,” he murmured through the wall. His breathing was ragged too, and the thought that he was getting off as well… “My favourite fantasy is me waking up slowly to find you next to me. I kiss you awake before quietly sliding into you. There’s no rush or urgency, just us savouring it. Because we know we have all the time in the world.”
I could picture that all too easily.
White flashed across my vision as I came. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Dominic!”
My breathing was loud in the silence that followed. As his name, the word I’d shouted at my peak, resonated in my mind.
I expected him to say something. Anything. Instead, my phone buzzed.
In a daze, I reached out to pick it up. There was a picture from Dom. I almost swallowed my tongue as I opened it.
It was taken from the chin down. His T-shirt was pulled up to just below his pecs, and apparently I wasn’t the only one who’d been working on his abs in the past ten years. Dom’s were sharp enough to cut glass.
And liberally covered in cum.
His cock lay soft against his jeans. He hadn’t bothered to pull them down, just opened the zip to work himself. I bit my lip. Suddenly, I wished for a sketchbook. A photo wasn’t enough. I wanted to memorialise how I saw it, emphasising the parts of him I found most striking.
Which was to say, all of him.
Another message flashed up.
DOM
Thought you might like to see the effect hearing my name on your lips had.
I rolled my eyes. Like he wasn’t the one who’d started all of this.
RYAN
You’re one to talk. Literally.
DOM
Told you—lots of new tricks and talents.
RYAN
This is one you had back then too.
I realised then that I was grinning at the screen like a lovesick fool, waiting for his reply. I dropped my phone and pressed my hands to my eyes until I saw stars.
What the fuck was I doing? Was this cheating? It sure fucking felt like it.
I wished it was enough to make me stop. But this thing with Dominic…it was cloaked in shadows.
I was starting to wonder if I even wanted to find my way back to the light.
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