Untouchable (Forbidden #1)

Chapter 10

10

C hloe followed him into the house and stopped when she saw Dominic braced against the counter. Back to her, forearms on the tile, he looked like a defeated man.

She took those few steps toward him and stopped when she could have touched his back with her fingertips. That’s what she wanted to do, to reach out and stroke her fingers along the chiseled, defined expanse of his back. Would he turn away from her, push her away?

She could have done just that, but she clenched her hands into fists.

He turned around in the next moment. They stared at each other for a heartbeat, and he reached up to caress her cheek. Leaning into his touch, Chloe closed her eyes and let all the sensations wash through her.

“This isn’t wrong. How can something that feels so good, so right, be wrong?” She said those words softly, meaning to say them to herself, but they’d spilled out of her before she could stop them.

“It’s just wrong, Chloe.” His words were no more than a whisper, but he didn’t remove his hand from her cheek.

She moved that last inch that separated them, her thighs brushing against his. Every part of her body tingled in a way that made her weak and breathless. She lifted her hand and ran her thumb along his full bottom lip.

His mouth opened slightly, maybe on its own accord, maybe because he liked the way it felt. Either way, his gaze was transfixed on her, and that was all that mattered.

“Chloe.” Her name, a strangled groan from his lips, was the last thing she was aware of before he gripped her waist and spun her around.

Pressed between him and the counter, Chloe could feel every muscle in his hard, masculine body. Her pussy was wet, her panties saturated from her instant arousal.

All she wanted to do was tell him, to let him know she was so ready for him. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, couldn’t force the words past her lips. She was too afraid.

Her back was to his chest, and she could feel the defined length of his stiff erection along the crease of her ass. Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder.

“We really shouldn’t, Chloe.” Although the words were almost a hoarse whisper from his lips, she could hear the raw desire nonetheless.

“Maybe you’re right, but I want to, so bad,” she whispered.

He ran his hand along the sides of her breasts and over her hips. He gripped her tightly and pulled her more fully back against him. As if her ass against his shaft was too much for him, he turned her around and lifted her easily onto the counter.

Her skirt rode up her thighs, and the chill of the tile beneath her bottom was a shock to her overheated body. His lips slammed down on hers with all the built-up passion and desire they both felt.

Chloe spread her legs wider to accommodate his big frame and felt her panties rub along her too-swollen pussy lips. Slowly, he ground his cock into her cotton-covered folds, teasing her until the words for him to finally be with her were right on the tip of her tongue.

She didn’t care if she begged for it, didn’t care at this point if she sounded pathetic. Chloe was on the verge of climaxing just from the feel of that jean-clad cock pushing against her body.

Dominic growled against her mouth and quickly went for the button of his jeans. The sound of it popping free and of the zipper sliding down sent shivers throughout her body. She leaned back, braced her weight on her hands and just stared at him. Her thighs were spread obscenely wide, and the air from the ceiling fan brushed along her sensitive skin.

Dominic took a step back, his gaze between her legs, his fingers still on the zipper of his pants. She could tell he was trying to talk himself out of it by the waging emotions on his face.

“Touch yourself,” he groaned, obviously those second thoughts leaving him.

Chloe reached between her legs and slipped her finger under the edge of her panties, doing what he said instantly. They weren’t anything sexy, just a pair of white bikini underwear. Could he see how soaked the material was? She didn’t doubt it, didn’t doubt the fabric was so wet he could see the small, triangular shape of trimmed hair between her thighs.

The air practically slammed in and out of him. His respirations were so increased and his eyes so glazed over she knew she was breaking his control.

What she was about to do was bold and wanton and so unlike Chloe, but she wanted to tempt him, wanted to make him as hot as she was.

She pulled the material to the side and exposed her soaked cleft. Her clit throbbed when the air touched it, and a gasp left her. She was drenched, so wet that as soon as the panties were out of the way she could feel her cream slide down her cleft. Anxiety suddenly slammed into her when she realized what she was doing. Never had she been so extreme, never had she tried to be the seductress. Heart slamming hard against her ribs, she ran the pad of one of her fingers along the swollen rise of her labia.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “More.”

She rubbed the bundle of nerves slowly before pulling it back so it showed her inner lips. Could he see how pink she was? Could he see how engorged her clit was? She could feel the tiny bud pulse and swell from her arousal. Just having her fingers so close to it was enough to have her on the verge of an orgasm.

“I can’t stop this, Chloe,” he said right before he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his hips.

She felt her eyes widen when she finally got a look at what he had hidden behind his jeans. His cock was huge, thick and long, the head flared and bulbous and already seeping pre-cum at the tip. She licked her lips and heard him groan. The sound made her lift her gaze to his. He took a step toward her and dropped down onto his knees. Then he looked up at her, their gazes holding, her breath stalling.

“I want to taste you.”

She licked her lips and nodded slowly. God, she wanted that, too.

He leaned in, and the grunt of pleasure that left him was almost violent.

“You smell so fucking good,” he said right before he placed his mouth on her pussy, right over her panties.

She leaned back and braced herself on the counter once more. He was slow and methodic in his ministrations. But then she heard the sound of fabric tearing, and she looked down the length of her body to watch as Dominic tossed the remnants of her panties to the side.

He was an animal between her legs, licking and sucking, probing and teasing her until she murmured his name over and over, until she felt like she’d combust. He spread her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and sucked her clit in his mouth. Chloe found herself grinding her pussy against his mouth, and he growled in response, in approval. And then she felt her climax peak right before it claimed her.

She threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking her, and that only made her orgasm seem to go on longer. It felt like an eternity that the pleasure consumed her, and only when she sagged against the counter did he let go of her clit. But he wasn’t done yet, not if the feel of him licking a path down her slit and pushing his tongue into her pussy was anything to go by.

In and out he probed her body with his tongue while he moved his thumb back to her clit and rubbed small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. She could feel another intense orgasm approach and felt her whole body tighten in response.

“Come again, baby. I want to taste you, Chloe. I want your cream down my throat.”

She was shocked at what he said, but those few words sent pleasure through her like a freight train. The intensity of what was happening had her whole body shaking, and she closed her eyes as she let it wash through her. Once she came down from her high, she felt him give her one last lingering kiss to her inner thigh before he stood.

Dominic stepped between her legs and ran his hands over her thighs, over her belly, which was hollowed out from her breathing, and up her arms. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her tank top and slowly pulled them down her arms. She hadn’t worn a bra, and when the material slid over her breasts, they popped free and swayed slightly.

“Oh God, Chloe.” His voice was guttural, hoarse.

She gasped when she felt the hard, hot length of his erection press against her cleft. Chloe stared wide-eyed at Dominic. They didn’t speak or move for the longest time. Would he stop this?

“Dominic.” She whispered his name.

He blinked several times as if to clear his mind and then stepped back. Defeat claimed her, and she sagged. She instantly felt embarrassment.

“Not here, Chloe.” His words had her lifting her head and staring at him.

He helped her off the counter and pulled his pants up haphazardly before adjusting her skirt and fixing her top. His arms around her were secure. Despite this small reprieve, the fire that coursed through her body didn’t relent.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she murmured against his chest. He pulled back and stared into her eyes before he nodded and led the way. As they took the stairs and went down the hallway, Chloe feared he could hear her heart beating. Hell, she could hear it all the way in her ears, could even feel it pounding in her throat.

Dominic stopped in front of her closed door but didn’t make any movement to open it.

She gripped his hand and led him inside. The room was dark, and the light from the moon illuminated her dresser and bed. It gave everything a sexual, almost hazy feel. When he stepped inside, she shut the door. Then they both stood there in silence.

His back was to her, and she could see how tense he was. She tentatively ran her finger down his spine. The material of his shirt molded into the long indent, and she could see his muscles flex, as if her touch was electric. He turned when she let her fingers stop at the small of his back. Shadows covered his features, but she could still see the expression on his face.

Uncertainty and desire fought for supremacy.

Arousal still coursed through her. “I care about you so much, Dominic.” I love you.

Goosebumps popped up along her flesh, and she felt her nipples tighten. She took her shirt off, slowly, letting the material slide along her sensitive flesh. Dominic did the same with his shirt. The hard, wide expanse of his defined chest took up her entire view.

“Come here, Chloe,” he whispered gruffly.

She walked up to him, and she immediately rested her head against his chest, hearing the strong, steady beat of his heart right beneath her ear. He slowly moved his hands down her arms and gripped her skirt, pulling the material down. There she stood, ready for him to take her.

He didn’t make her wait to finish getting undressed, and when he, too, was naked, she couldn’t help but press herself against him once more. His erection pushed against her belly, and she felt wetness slide over her skin from his cockhead.

Dominic dipped his head to capture her mouth. He kissed her and slipped his hands down to cup her ass. Then he squeezed the mounds and pulled her more forcibly toward him. They moved as one toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. She felt the mattress hit the back of her legs and let gravity and his body take her down. She thrusts her breasts forward, and Dominic broke the kiss to move down to latch his mouth on to one turgid peak. Chloe gasped as pleasure moved through her.

“Oh God, Dominic. Yes .” His mouth on her nipple, sucking, drawing the blood to the surface, drove her crazy. His teeth tugged at the engorged flesh until it bordered on painful. Chloe speared her hands through his hair and pulled him closer.

He alternated between her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth and then going to the other.

Finally breaking away from her, he sat between her legs. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, so close to her pussy that she could feel the tips of his thumbs tease her lips. She thought he’d kiss her between the legs, but he just stared at her, as if he couldn’t help himself.

“I know I shouldn’t be doing this, Chloe, but I can’t help it. I can’t make myself stop. God help me, I can’t stop.” He said that last part as if pained. He looked at her pussy once more before rising and leaning in, covering her body with his. Dominic sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and she felt his cock nudge her opening, the thick head of his dick pressing against her pussy.

He gently started to push into her body, breaking through her hymen, taking her virginity. Her pussy greedily sucked at the bulbous head, trying to draw it in deeper. He was so big, so thick, Chloe could feel him stretching her, filling her. The pain was there, but the agonizing pleasure far outweighed it.

“Fuck, Chloe. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so tight.”

Dominic’s coarse language inflamed her, and she lifted her hips to take more of him. The movement caused him to slide further into her, the wetness that coated her pussy making the movements easy.

“God, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine. Just do it. Please .”

He groaned once before he gripped her hips tightly and thrust into her. The burning pain she felt when he was fully in had a gasp leaving her and a tear slipping out of the corner of her eye.

“ Christ ,” he gritted out once he was buried to the hilt in her body.

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. With every spasm her inner muscles made, Dominic moaned in response.

“God, baby. You’re so fucking tight, so hot and wet for me.” She panted, trying to get past her discomfort. Dominic was big, thick, and long. “Are you okay?”

She nodded because she couldn’t find her voice. Chloe wrapped her arms around him, urging him without words to keep going. He started to move, pulling his hips back and then pushing them forward. Every time he thrust back into her, she could feel her pussy stretch. It was like nothing she’d ever imagined before. Faster he went, never relenting.

And she didn’t want him to.

And then she felt another orgasm rise in her, and she breathed hard against his neck, begging him for it harder, faster … rougher. Before she came, Dominic pulled his cock from her pussy, and she made a sound of disappointment. He flipped her over so she was now on her belly, and lifted her ass. Chest on the bed, ass in the air, she could feel his warm, humid breath on her lower back.

He moved his leg between hers and forced them apart. The muscles of her inner thighs stretched and strained, but when she felt his cock nudge at the opening of her pussy, the pain receded.

“I’m not hurting you, am I, baby?”

It was uncomfortable, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. “I’m fine.” The words were but a shaky whisper from her mouth.

As if that was all he needed to hear, he slammed into her in one quick thrust, and they both moaned. He started off slowly, but didn’t let her body adjust to his girth. He pounded into her like a madman, holding her hips so tight she knew there would be bruises in the morning. The sound of wet sex, of her pussy sucking at his cock, drove her to the brink of madness, and she climaxed … hard.

The pleasure was intense, consuming, mind-numbing.

Their flesh slapped together and filled her ears. When she heard him groan out, deep and long, she knew he was about to come. He covered her back with his chest and reached in front of her to rub her clit with swift flicks.

“One more time, baby. Come for me once more.”

That was all it took, as he used his skilled fingers and his gruff, erotic words to send her over the edge once more.

Chloe couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think as agony and ecstasy became one. He tensed behind her and let out a long, loud grunt before she swore she felt his cock jerk inside of her … as he filled her up with his cum.

His orgasm seemed to go on and on, but when he was finally spent, they both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Chloe couldn’t keep her eyes open, but she was still aware that Dominic was buried in her pussy. His cock gave small jerks every so often, and her inner muscles clenched around him in her post-orgasmic bliss.

And she fell asleep that way, with Dominic inside her, his arms wrapped around her, and the feeling that she was in way over her head consuming her.