Chapter 4 Dom
Dom
Iheard him get up in the dark. In my single bed, I crushed myself against the wall, staring blankly at it as I listened to him moving around. I should have let him take my spot so he didn’t fall out, but when he pushed me down, I couldn’t say no.
I stayed quiet, my mind spinning in the dark, wondering what he would say when he came back and found me here. Though we kept each other warm, the duvet was barely enough to cover us. I didn’t want the peace to end.
I’d bought a small bed to make sure guys didn’t stay the night, but I was kicking myself over it.
The toilet flushed, and light briefly flooded the bed as the bathroom door opened. It was a shame Harry was still in his boxers; I wanted a proper look at his cock.
Before I knew it, Harry lifted the duvet, thumping in next to me, his chest to my back, tucking his arm around my waist like he was meant to be there.
He must have taken his shirt off, because his warm skin pressed into mine, so comfy that I nearly moaned.
I knocked my forehead against the cold wall. I debated with myself for a whole, entire minute before going for it.
I was never hesitant with men. Flirting came naturally to me, and I enjoyed the tease. But this was different, important. It felt like a real risk as I shuffled away from the wall, back into Harry's grasp. His arm tightened around me, but I needed to see his face.
Rolling over as slowly as I could, I prayed I didn't nudge him out of the bed by accident. I stiffened as my back met the sheet of ice that was my bedroom wall. Harry’s hand rode my hip as he met me with bright eyes and a wide smile, and I relaxed instantly.
A sliver of light glowed from under my front door, and it was enough for us to watch each other. His breaths were steady while my heart raced ahead of me. I was sure he could hear it in the quiet dark.
Harry’s hand left my hip, sliding up my side to rest on my chest, stealing every ounce of my common sense as his fingertips dented my skin.
“I always wanted to know,” he sighed, his fingers splaying on my pec, scraping my nipple, sparks flooding me as he followed the line of my collarbone with his thumb.
“Wanted to know what, handsome?” I asked, nerves flickering along with the sparks he caused.
It was just us, safe in my room. No one else to interfere. He could tell me, and it wouldn't escape.
His sigh brushed my cheeks before his hand moved higher. I swallowed the moan building within me as he cupped my jaw, his large fingers so hesitant against my rough stubble. His thumb met the bow of my lips, and I sucked in a breath. Because the way he was looking at me had to be a sin.
“What it’s like to kiss you,” Harry whispered so quietly I swear he was sharing his biggest secret.
His gaze stayed fixed, fascinated as he caressed my bottom lip, playing with it. I lowered my jaw so he could explore me more easily. It was so hard not to lick the tip of his finger.
The air vibrated between us as he hit me with his desire.
“Harry.” My tone dipped, tinged with disbelief that he would even offer me an invitation, and surprised at how badly I needed it.
“Mmm?” he hummed as he slowly blinked. I didn’t want him to fall asleep on me now, not when we were so close. I'd been edging towards this since we first met; I wasn't letting the chance go by without testing the waters.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I asked, my voice catching in my throat, and I held myself as nerves burst through me.
He didn’t say yes. His mouth opened, letting out the smallest of gasps before his thumb left my lips. His hand trembling, he placed his fingers on my bare shoulder, and with the slightest tug, he gave me permission to explore.
Copying his movements, I lifted my hand to his hip, pulling him nearer, loving the way he helped by shuffling into my grasp.
Reaching for him, my hand left his waist to curl around his ear, encouraging him towards me, leaning in to meet him.
I tilted his head, carefully touching my lips to his, groaning at how he welcomed me without hesitation, and how he shook under me.
I was as gentle as I could be so I didn’t scare him by diving in. The way he shook under me was so fucking sweet. I tried to let him take the lead with the kiss, but it was difficult to resist when he moaned loudly enough that I felt it in my chest.
Deepening the kiss, I pushed myself up on my elbow, pressing my chest against his, my hard muscles meeting his soft curves.
I couldn’t remember the last time I cared more about how the other person felt.
I kept clutching him, burying my fingers in his hair as he choked on his moans, hoping that he had only ever made those sounds for me.
Harry’s hands travelled upwards, one gripping my arm while the other clung to my shoulder, as if he was unsure what to do with himself.
I shifted back, looking down at him, taking him in. Our warm breaths mixed, his lips moments from mine. “Is this good?” I asked.
“Yes… please.” Harry's reply was so timid, tugging on me again, asking me to come back to him.
I kissed his cheeks, his forehead, loving him as I pressed my nose to his hair, and I bit his ear, savouring his cries. I trailed my lips along his neck to find the birthmark that had been calling me, collecting his gasps like little gifts that sent shivers running through me.
“Dom, wait.”
I stilled as he called my name, a bolt of fear going through me, worrying that he might end it before we’d even begun. I raised my head, his eyes closed, hopefully swept away by the pleasure I was coaxing from him.
“What is it?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”
“You're too gentle. I want to taste you properly.”
I froze, my eyes wide as the words barrelled into me. He was pouting, his lips pressed together, the same look he gave me when I pissed him off enough that he finally talked to me all those months ago. And now he was upset because I was being considerate?
My forehead dropped as my breath faltered.
How was I supposed to hold back when he said something like that? With those few words, he totally knocked me out.
Bending closer, I traced kisses over the birthmark again; licking, sucking, his thick frame writhing beneath me. I knew he could take my weight, and I let myself go so I could mould into him.
Harry parted his lips, and I tentatively slipped my tongue inside to find him already reaching for me.
I groaned as he met me, tasting him and the nervous beat of his rushing heart through my fingertips.
Deepening the kiss, I pulled his head back, forcing his chin up and discovering the best way to make him moan.
A bite on his lip, a tangling of tongues, my hand sweeping the coarse curls of his chest and further down.
Harry sucked in his stomach with a gasp as I stroked it. I paused, letting my fingers rest at the start of the happy trail which led to my destination.
I knew what was running through his mind, and I lifted my head, meeting eyes creased with concern. I softened even further at his vulnerability.
“Don’t hide from me,” I murmured.
I could see the fight inside him, how tense he was under my hand. I wanted him to trust me so I could devour every part of him without him shying away.
Kissing him again, I kept my hand on his stomach until he relaxed enough to start moving with me.
I lay flat out along his body, his feet on mine, his shoulders beneath me, his cock only seconds away. Taking a chance, I rolled my hips against him, arching my back, my shoulder firm to his chest so I could drink my fill of his eager lips.
As we became lost in each other, my hand led to the waistband of his boxer shorts and then he didn't evade me.
“I want to touch you,” I said as I caressed his hair, watching him for any more hesitation, but he simply blinked up at me.
Brushing the outside of his boxers, I found his cock strained against the material. I grunted in satisfaction as he moaned, his body shaking as his hips rose to meet my hand.
“Are you alright?” I asked. I didn't want to freak him out before the fun began.
Harry's eyes shot open, and the innocence there had me pressing my forehead to his. My resolve wavered.
All those rules I’d made for myself—nothing longer than a night, no virgins, no friends—they were being chucked out the window as he bit his lip.
He craned his throat, clasping my neck and pulling me to him so quickly that I was the one to gasp.
Harry reignited the kiss by running his tongue across my bottom lip and parting further to welcome mine.
I groaned, my hand squeezing his shaft through the loose material, and melted at his sound of pleasure.
Harry bent his knees, spreading his legs, giving me more space to grasp him. But the boxers were in the way.
“I need these off.” I released him to tug at his waistband, enjoying the scrape of my short nails over his skin. But he had his own ideas.
Instead of lowering his knees like he did earlier, he lifted himself up. His hips left the bed, and he let go of me as he grabbed his waistband and shoved them to his knees. A grin split my cheeks as his cock bounced off his stomach, hard and ready.
As soon as he dropped his hips, the boxers were by his ankles, and he threw them across the room.
I was back to his lips instantly. “Someone’s eager,” I chuckled. Harry nodded earnestly, capturing my hand between his and pushing it straight down onto his cock.
“Will you stroke me again?” He was so sincere that I couldn’t refuse, especially when my heart pulsed in reply.
“Relax,” I whispered, kissing him softly again. “Let me take care of you.”
One hand pinched my arm while his other fluttered away from my fingers and returned to my chest. Without me pressing on top of him, he had more freedom to twist his body towards me.
My palm rounded his cock as he moved, and I instantly groaned. He was hot and heavy in my hand, wider than I was used to, as well.
I was already savouring the thought of bringing him into my mouth.