25. Corey
25
COREY
I was so consumed with pleasure I didn’t know if I could survive it. Dom, naked and watching me, was unlike anything I’d ever imagined. I wanted him, needed him. My cock hurt; it was so hard. “Dom. Please, I….”
He held my gaze and kept working my cock. “You’re beautiful like this.”
“You…are…too.” His smile at my praise pushed me over the edge. I drove my hips up, thrusting through his hand as cum shot forcefully from my cock. My climax seemed to go on forever. The world faded away, and stars flashed in front of my eyes. Was I dying? Was I in heaven?
Then Dom thrust into me, and I gasped. “Look at me,” he ordered. I was a mess. My chest was covered in cum. Dom ran his hand through it, smearing it around, and then brought it to his mouth and sucked his fingers.
“Didn’t know you were so fucking filthy.” I barely got the words out between attempts to get air back into my lungs.
He just smiled as he slowly drew out his cock and then slammed into me. “Fuck. I…I can’t take any more.”
“You don’t have a choice. I’m going to fill you up.”
“Yes, but… My cock. It hurts. I can’t get hard again.”
His grin was evil. “Are you sure?”
He wrapped a hand around me, and I cried out. “No.”
“Yes.”
He stroked me until I couldn’t tell pain from pleasure. His hand on my cock was agony, but it was also bliss. My ass was burning, but I needed him in me. Needed to be full of him. “Please.”
I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but I needed it now.
“I could fuck you for hours.”
“Can’t. Please. Want you to come. Fuck me.”
His smile was wicked. I couldn’t believe how long it had taken me to see him like this, happy, pleasured. He worked his cock in and out so fucking slowly.
“Dom,” I sobbed. “Please.”
“You think I can make you come again?”
I shook my head. “No. There’s… I can’t.”
“Are you sure?”
I bit my lip. Could I? “Too painful.”
“If you didn’t want to be tormented, you wouldn’t be in my bed. You knew who I was before you accepted my offer.”
“You… I… Please.”
“See what you can do. Touch yourself.”
I did as he said, as he sat back on his heels and pulled me up on his lap. He managed to angle me so each stroke of his cock dragged over my prostate.
I cried out. The pleasure was too much, like a knife slicing through me, but I wanted it to cut me up. “Dom…this…can’t….”
“Don’t stop.”
His words bound me. I kept stroking my cock. It was sore, and I was in agony, but also dying for more, needing this, needing to come again for him, needing to know I could.
“Dom. I….”
“You’re close.”
“Yes.” He held my hips and went at me hard. I was right there at the edge. I couldn’t quite go over until he reached between my legs and pushed a finger in beside his cock, stretching me impossibly. “Oh my God, I… Dom!”
Climax crashed over me. I barely had anything left, but my cock jerked and sputtered, and Dom cried out as he emptied himself into my ass. Fuck, I was going to be dripping with his cum again. Soaked in it. I wanted that, needed it. There was no way to deny it, I was in love with him, and that meant I was doomed.
Several moments passed before either of us moved or spoke. Finally, I opened my eyes. Dom was looking at me, a strange expression on his face. It wasn’t the unreadable cold look he’d given me when I arrived, but it was just as hard to decode. Was he in pain, or was he regretting what we’d just done?
“Are you okay?” I asked when I had the ability to speak.
“I don’t know.”
“Dom?”
He shook his head. “I’ll be all right. I’m just sore.”
I knew that wasn’t all, but I also knew there wasn’t much chance I would get more out of him.
He rose from the bed and held out his hand. “Shower?”
I frowned at him. “Together?”
“Yes.”
My pulse sped back up. He was going to let me shower with him, both of us naked. I’d worried he’d hide himself as soon as he was done fucking me, but he was trusting me with his body even now that we weren’t caught up in the need for each other.
I took his hand, and he pulled me up so we were both sitting. I cupped the left side of his face, once again brushing my thumb over the scars. He shivered like he had the first time. “Thank you for being naked with me.”
That made him smile. “I’m not sure that’s a sentence I’ve ever heard before.”
“I guess not, but I’ll say it as often as you like.” He looked away, and I was afraid I’d ruined the moment and made him self-conscious. “Or I won’t mention it again, but I loved feeling your body on mine. I loved watching you move. Seeing your muscles tighten.”
He turned back to me. “I like watching you come apart.”
I shuddered. He’d completely ruined me like he’d promised to, and I’d loved every moment of it. “Let’s shower.”
I slid from the bed and stood. He moved more slowly, and his leg gave when he got to his feet. I reached for him, and instead of pushing me away, he took my arm.
“Did I wear you out?” I asked.
He glared at me. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“No, you’re not. Your leg hurts, and your arm does too.”
He took hold of my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. “It was worth it, so fucking worth it. My leg will loosen up in a hot shower.”
He let me walk beside him with his arm around me. I was as moved by him letting me help him as I’d been by him allowing me to remove his clothes.
He trusted me, and I was sure he didn’t trust many people, especially not anyone outside his family. How could he after what Lisa had put him through? I believed him when he said he was ruthless as an assassin, and I was sure there were things he’d done that would horrify me, but I was also sure there was good in him. I’d met far worse men than him who did far worse things than assassinate criminals. He could open up enough to trust me, but could he open up enough to love me? That seemed too much to hope for.