Chapter 4 Dom #2
He was so thick, like his lips, like all of him. If he ever fucked me, I knew he wouldn’t leave me wanting. If—and when—he pounded into me, his weight and strength would make me collapse under him.
My mouth watered as I teased him with light strokes, his expression hidden from me as we kissed. It was messy and raw, and everything I wanted from the first moment I saw him. I pulled back, watching him in the half-light as he gasped at my touch.
His eyes clenched shut, his lips open, his moans were gentle pleas that sounded so loud in the silent room.
“Dom, I need…”
“What do you want, handsome?”
“More.” His hips bucked, and I stilled my hand as he took charge and thrust upwards.
If he wanted to use me as a fucktoy, I was happy to let him. Holding his cock and caressing his hair as he fucked my hand filled me with a primal pride I’d never felt before.
I was taking care of him, giving him what he needed, showing him what I could do for him if he gave in to his lust.
“I’m gonna…” he whimpered, thrusting into me again. “Dom, if you keep doing that… I can’t…”
I released his cock and his hips fell back onto the bed, his weight denting the mattress.
I pressed my chest to him again, and his heart beat heavily under me.
I wasn't usually so loving, but I couldn't help myself.
He brought it out of me, and I had no doubts as I nuzzled his chin, kissing the line of his jaw up to his ear. “Not yet, handsome. I want my fun too.”
I lifted myself from his body, loving the way he watched me with expectation in his eyes, his mouth open as he panted.
Shifting to my knees, I crawled backwards as I scattered kisses across his chest, groaning at how he shuddered as my tongue found his nipple. His back bowed, pressing up into my mouth. I used my free hand to find his other nipple, playing with him, drawing it out until he gasped weakly.
“Dom… I just… can’t you just…”
“What?” My lips curved as his head flew back into the pillow. “Say it, Harry. What do you want?”
“Just touch me,” he groaned, his body writhing as I continued to work his nipple.
“I am touching you,” I replied as I circled him, my hand tracing his belly to the edge of his hip as I moved down. My mouth joined my hand again, teasing kisses over his stomach.
Every single noise he made had me diving further into him as I came closer to his cock. From the way he quivered at each soft breath caressing his skin, I was certain he knew where I was going. We both did. I’d been waiting for this for what felt like years.
I crawled between his legs, making myself comfortable on my elbows as I kissed him everywhere except for his cock.
The width of his hips, the heat of his thighs, the dip of skin which led into dense pubes. It could become my drug if I sank too deep into the feelings that stirred through me.
I couldn’t see the colour of his hair in the dim light, so I’d explore him properly next time. I wasn’t even going to question if there was a next time. There had to be. One night wasn't enough to enjoy him properly. I wanted to know every little thing that made him moan.
He let out another cry as I leant down, chuckling to myself as my nose grazed his cock. Taking him in my hand had given me an idea of how thick he was, but actually feeling his cock near my lips made me realise what an effort this would be. I’d have to stretch my jaw out, exactly how I liked it.
Harry gasped again as my teeth grazed his cock, his knees falling open, offering himself to me. And I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, especially when he was still begging.
“Dom, I just…” He reached over, his hand finding my hair, tugging me towards his cock. I loved how demanding he was. He could be as selfish as he wanted to be; I'd do whatever he liked for as long as he could endure.
“Just tell me what you need,” I groaned. “Let me give it to you.”
Harry’s strong fingers clutched my head and he moaned. His hips thrust up, his warm cock hard on my cheek. I wanted to hear him say it.
I turned my head, darting my tongue out, licking him once, showing him how good it would be if I sucked him off.
His startled shout was gorgeous, and I licked him again so I could feel him twitch under me, his head shaking back and forth on the pillow as his hand fisted the sheets.
“Fuck, you taste amazing, handsome.”
I couldn't wait. It was too much.
I kissed his shaft, trailing my way up, circling his tip with my tongue to elicit tiny gasps that echoed from him as I lapped at him.
Uncut, I stroked upwards, loving how he throbbed in my hand.
With a sweep of my tongue across his head, the flavour of his pre-cum filled my mouth as his surprised cry bounced around the room.
“Dom! What are you—” Harry's words dissolved into moans as I wrapped my lips around him and brought him into my mouth. Already wet from kissing him and the pre-cum coating my tongue, I easily glided downwards, my lips and jaw stretched so wide it ached.
But it also burned so good that I fell on him.
I took him deeper, and I closed my eyes just to let the sound of his broken cries travel far inside me.
Gripping his left hip for support, my right hand rushed to the base of his cock to keep him steady so I could focus on bobbing my head so fast that he lost it.
Harry trembled beneath me, his hand tensing and relaxing in my hair as I began to move. I bobbed my head, licking the tip whenever it crested my lips, holding myself back so he didn’t come too quickly, even though I wanted to consume every inch of him.
Each time I dropped lower, my throat grew used to his size.
I didn’t want to be choking all over him, even though I was already addicted to the wet slide of him.
And the way his pre-cum was leaking into my mouth as he called out my name?
Yeah, it was a fucking dream. I wanted him to force himself into the back of my throat so I could feel the imprint of his cock when we woke up together in the morning.
Harry gave a shudder, his words lost under his moans as he was carried away. Until his salty taste became stronger, his voice louder, and the words I wanted to hear rang in my ears as my lips found the top of my hand that curled around his base.
“I’m going to… I can’t…”
I couldn’t speak, not with him filling my mouth like this, but I could still groan as he lost control, pushing at my head, his thickness suffocating me, scraping my throat as he gave a final yell and came.
My eyes watered as he continued to thrust his hips, fucking my face as I sucked him dry. Harry called out, rambling words of pleasure, spilling all over me, his hot cum running down my throat as I followed his movements. I made sure he enjoyed every second of it.
His hips landed on the bed as his orgasm faded. I wasn’t letting him go until he’d softened completely.
I swallowed, drawing my mouth back to find his sensitive tip, gently winding him up, torturing him like he’d done with me earlier when I was trying to get him to go to bed instead of being a saint by not fucking him.
“Dom, no. Please…”
His weak whimpers were heaven. Even though I’d licked him clean, there was so much cum it seeped out the corners of my lips and fell onto his pubes.
I was drowning in his musty smell, and I wanted him to stay like that all night, with proof of what we’d just shared. Harry wasn’t leaving the bed yet, not when I had to hold him in my arms.
I crawled back up his body, capturing his lips with mine. I wanted him to taste himself, let him know how good it was when he was inside my mouth.
“How was that?” I asked.
“Amazing,” he sighed, looking up at me in hazy wonder before I kissed him again. Warm and deep, I filled the kiss with all the feelings that bubbled up inside me.
Fuck, I needed him. I needed him in a way I couldn’t explain. As if he were all mine, buried here in my arms.
I cupped his jaw and stroked his cheek with my thumb, tracing the line of his beard, too blissed-out to question why this feeling kept getting stronger the more I touched him.
“Is that the first time a guy's sucked your dick?” I asked.
Harry’s eyes flared briefly before he gave me a shy smile and a nod.
“Good,” I replied. “You don't get to do this with anyone else but me, yeah?”
We watched each other intensely, our breaths slow. Nothing else mattered apart from the hum of agreement he gave me as his fingers tightened around my bicep.
“Same to you,” he mumbled sleepily, and my heart beat right in my throat.
“What?” I asked in a hushed tone. “What do you mean?”
I knew what he meant. I fucking knew because I was grinning like an idiot as I brushed his messy hair back from his forehead.
This was the point I usually bolted. Because no one owned me. No one decided who I slept with. And I'd drop dead before I found myself stuck in a relationship. Harry had used his whole body to tempt me, and I’d get my own back. I'd make him so horny he'd be climbing all over me just to please me.
And, God damn. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted to kiss his dreamy face every night and steal moans from him in the morning. Go on dates, buy him presents, whatever the fuck people did when a single smile set their body on fire.
He blinked heavily, sighing softly, his body relaxing even further.
“Harry?” I shifted over him to get a better look.
He might have been with me when I was sucking his cock, but he had been thoroughly plastered just a few hours ago.
He’d definitely been lucid, but he'd also been through something huge at the club, and with me, so no wonder he groaned as he stretched out and yawned.
“Dom, I’m sorry… I’m so tired… I…” he groaned, lifting his hand to wipe his eyes, yawning again as he reached for my shoulder, loosely clinging to me.
I pulled the duvet up to our shoulders to cover us, kissing him on the forehead as I tucked him in like we'd been together for years. It felt insanely natural for him to be with me so comfortably.
He looked perfect as he stared up at me with total trust.
“You go to sleep, handsome,” I murmured, nudging his nose with mine. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Mmmn, okay…” He was half-asleep already, and within minutes he was curled up to my chest, his breaths steady and deep.
I didn’t cuddle. I wasn’t a cuddler. Sometimes I liked holding the guys I slept with, but it wasn’t the same as burying myself close to their bodies for the simple feeling of touching the person I liked.
I hummed with happiness I'd never felt before as I settled down, wrapping my arm around his chest and bending my knee so I could rest my leg over his thighs, absolutely content.
His gentle breaths were my soundtrack as sleep called me with the taste of him so fresh on my lips. But I didn’t know if I could close my eyes when I was buzzing, excited for whatever was coming next.