Chapter 32 Dom
Dom
Iwas proud that I held on so long.
As soon as the first cry fell from his lips, I lost it.
Legs spread, groaning, I thrust into my hand on the captain's chair in the bridge. With my feet propped up on the control board, my lower back curved so I rocked on my tailbone, I focused on every single one of those noises that echoed out from the phone.
I’d turned it up to full volume, surrounding myself with his voice, his breathy moans, the creaking of the bed. But, most of all, the slick sounds of the vibrator as he fucked himself.
It was all heaven, and my only response was to clutch my dick and tug on my balls. The risk of being caught just made it hotter.
And I kept talking to him the whole way through, urging him on, asking him to fuck himself for me.
I could tell from his gasps he was pushing my gift further inside, so close that one more inch would send him over the edge, and I wanted to be there with him.
I knew what his bed looked like, knew how hard his headboard was.
I could see how his ass and thighs would shake as he failed to hold himself back.
I thought I knew his moans, his little sounds of pleasure, how he trembled as he tried to speak.
But it had been so long that I had forgotten how deeply it affected me.
Satisfaction burned through me, along with the awareness of what I was really doing to him.
But it was for me. Even if he didn’t know it, even if he thought it was Molly, his ass was mine. I was the one who made him lose control. He was fucking himself because I wanted it. Excitement and tenderness bloomed inside me as I pushed him on.
I groaned as he choked out, "I'm so close. I'm going to come." With his sweet, posh accent. I was already bursting, edging myself, bringing myself forwards before tipping my head back on the captain's chair and released my cock, letting his voice torture me.
Each gasp brought him closer, and even if he couldn't see the phone, I still gave him orders.
Put the setting up, Harry. Go to five.
By some miracle, I heard the dull buzzing increase before disappearing, sliding back into his ass. The deep moans as he pushed it in told me exactly which point he was hitting.
I stroked my cock again, my hips grinding into my still fist as pleasure rocked me, my ass tightening and relaxing, needing to be filled.
Keep fucking yourself, Harry.
Don’t give yourself a break. You can’t stop, even if you come.
I brought my fingers up to my lips, covering them in spit before pushing them into my ass. It could have been his cock, or his fingers, or his fucking fist. I didn’t care, I just wanted to feel him inside me, crying out for me.
The sounds I made were inhuman, but I still managed to say his name.
Harry, you’re killing me.
I groaned before lifting my ass off the captain’s chair, giving myself room to slowly push my fingers deep, imagining how easy it would be for Harry to fuck me like this.
It was too hot, too desperate. I did everything I could not to come, to make it hurt, to ache, to punish myself. I was lost to everything but Harry's words.
I’d held on, I’d made it through, I was going to outlast him.
And then….
"I need you…” Harry gasped. “Fuck… Dom… please…fuck me…"
I wasn't even clutching my cock when I came. I shouted as the tingles at the back of my balls sparked. I thrust my fingers as far into my ass as possible, hitting my prostate just as my name fell from his lips.
Harry!
I cried out, my hand going straight to my cock.
Cum spread over my stomach, staining my shirt and mixing with the ridges of my abs, a wide smile stretching my face.
My heart shattered with pure joy as all the bullshit I had layered on myself for weeks vanished and he confirmed for me what I had been dying to hear.
I needed to be with him, to kiss him, to tell him I loved him.
I was off the chair in seconds. The phone clattered against the control board in front of me as I wiped the cum off my stomach with the inside of my shirt.
I didn't need to catch my reflection in the window to see what a fucking mess I was, but who gave a shit?
Harry was down there, in his room, begging for me.
I couldn't leave him. I couldn't let him pretend he didn't need me there to love him and fill him.
Yeah, I was doing it so he could find out how good my cock was, but he sounded so needy and hungry that I couldn't not go to him.
"I need you dominating me. Molly. I want you so badly.”
I choked out as pain slammed into me just as I shoved my cum-stained shirt into my waistband, my eyes wide as my heart plummeted.
Maybe he meant it; maybe he was calling for Molly...
No.
No. I wouldn't let it go.
I could hear his voice rising, hear his moans growing louder.
Swiping my phone, I held it close to my ear to capture every rustle of the bed, his heavy breaths, the sound of his ass as he sucked up the vibrator.
I sensed it in his tone. Even if he was trying to hide it, he sounded like he was going to cry.
Not just cry out in pleasure, but it was the same tremor that was trapped at the back of his throat when he was so tired of fighting his parents, the Board, the hospital, and whatever else challenged him.
It was only times like that that he’d let me hold him.
I froze, dying to run to him and taste the last cries he gave before he tipped over the edge.
Just imagine I'm there, Harry.
I said into the phone. At this range, the speech-to-text definitely picked up every single word.
I’m right here with you. Come for me.
I one-handedly battled with my jacket, trying to slip it on while keeping the phone close.
His voice grew higher, and my cock grew harder again as I gripped the back of the chair. My eyes closed, my heart pumping at a million miles an hour as I listened to the fine chorus of Harry coming for me.
“I just came,” he panted down the phone.
It was on the tip of my tongue to call him handsome and tell him how amazing he was.
How did it feel?
I asked breathlessly, striding towards the door of the bridge. I needed to get to him, but I couldn't keep the call going if I stepped outside. I couldn't let anyone else hear him like this.
I had to choose between staying in the bridge and wanking off to his sweet voice, or taking a giant risk and running to his room.
And the next words that fell from his lips helped confirm my decision.