Chapter 5 Harry #2
“Dom,” I gasped as my hands fisted against his shoulders. His touch was setting off sparks of pleasure, making me more sensitive wherever he touched.
“Yeah, just like that,” he said as his teeth scraped against my collarbone. He gently bit down on my neck and I shuddered under him as he stroked the thick hair that led down to my cock.
“Oh God,” I whispered, my eyes wide as he lifted his head and watched me with such a tender smile that all my hesitations fell away. “Oh God, Dom.” My chest heaved as he brushed my bare cock.
I cried out, shivering as Dom's tongue creased my lips, his own hips grinding between my knees.
Like he said, he didn’t stop, using his wrist to push away my briefs and freeing my cock. Dom looked down as he wrapped his fingers around me, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as his thumb traced my slit. “Dom, please,” I gasped.
“What is it, handsome?”
“I need…” I shook under him as he held his hand still. He loved to tease me, but I didn't want him to draw it out.
“Come on, say it.” He grinned.
The words were so hard to push out. I had fantasised about this so many times and said it to myself in private, but it was nerve-wracking, and still wrong.
“Dom,” I said, my breath trembling. “I need more.” Something released inside me. Tight tension that had been suffocating me for a month sprung free from those simple words.
There was a pause, and I looked up at him. His softness had morphed into the pain that he held on the yacht.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that again, do you?” he sighed.
I furrowed my brow, but he didn’t give me time to ask what he meant as he stroked me fully, all the way to the base of my cock.
I moaned as pleasure ripped through me, and I thrust my hips, desperate for his touch.
“Fucking hell, Harry,” he rasped, dropping back down to kiss me again.
I had to feel him close to me so I knew that all of this was real. Because I couldn’t tell if this meant the same to him as it did to me.
He kept stroking me, setting up a steady rhythm as he shifted his body. I could feel him bringing his knees forwards, and he broke the kiss, rising to watch me again.
“Don’t stop,” I said, burying my fingers in his hair, pulling him back to my lips. “Please, Dom, don’t stop touching me.”
He made the smallest noise from the back of his throat before he surged toward me, loving me in a way I hated that I wanted from him.
I wanted to come. I was a hot, writhing mess beneath him, my lust coasting as Dom brought me close and released me, ebbing and flowing to the point where I was ready to tear him from my lips and tell him how I really felt.
And I was so tired. I wanted someone to wash it all away so I didn’t have to fight any more. I didn’t have the strength to resist Dom when everything felt so good.
My body sang under him. I’d been waiting so long, hiding this feeling behind any excuse I could find. But it was still there, poking at the back of my mind.
With every cry that fell from me as I clung to him, desperately thrusting into his hands, I needed to ask. I thought my doubts would fade as I sunk deeper into him, but there was one worry eating away at me which grew louder with each stroke.
And then he pulled back. But it wasn’t to end the kiss.
“I want to taste you, handsome,” he said roughly as he moved downwards.
My heart exploded in my chest, my mouth dropping open as the question hit me so suddenly that my body twitched.
“Wait, Dom.” My throat was dry as I tried to find the right words. I clasped his neck, stopping his journey. He squeezed my cock and I winced, determined not to be taken away by pleasure. Even though it would be as easy as kissing him.
“What are we doing?” I blurted out as my heart pounded in my ears. I was more scared of asking him that than I was of him travelling down my body to take it further.
“What?” he murmured, focused on his task, not breaking the pattern of firm strokes that had pleasure bursting through me. I felt so weak as he drew close again, taking me with another soft kiss that had stars scattering behind my eyes.
But I had to ask. Lying there, lips moments apart as he stroked my cock, we stared deep into each other's eyes like we belonged together. And I still had to ask.
“What happens after this?” I asked, my heart beating so loudly it trembled in my voice.
“It doesn’t matter,” Dom said with a heated sigh. “Just don’t stop me.”
My eyes widened as his words slammed through me, and the reality of it drenched me. Because I could tell. I could tell just from the way he said it it wasn’t the same for him. It wasn’t anything special, and it didn't do for him what it did for me.
It wasn’t a new or meaningful experience because he had done it so many times that I was probably just another body for him.
It didn't matter.
I didn’t matter.
Like he said, it wasn't important that he still slowly stroked my cock and I was seconds away from coming in his arms. Or that he looked at me with what I thought was desire.
He had probably looked at every person he fucked that way.
I grasped his hair, pulling him back, searching his face for anything that could tell me that this meant more to him. But his expression was no different than how he always looked at me.
“What’s wrong, handsome?”
“It doesn’t matter?” I asked quietly.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, looking at me in confusion.
“This doesn’t matter?” I asked again as I pulled myself back from him. I released his hair, plunging into ice-cold horror as I realised what I’d done, what he’d done to me, and what we'd just done to Molly.
Dom stilled as he looked down at me, his eyes running over my body, and I flinched, knowing what he saw.
“Harry, you said you wanted it. I wouldn’t have touched you if you didn’t want me to.”
I couldn’t even breathe as I looked at him. I needed him to get off of me; I had to move away from him before I told him how deeply he’d sliced through me with easy words.
I’d known Dom long enough now that it shouldn’t have been a surprise.
Drawing back from him, I shuffled until my spine hit the armrest.
“This was a mistake,” I gasped, quickly fastening up my trousers.
“Harry, hang on.” He reached out, his fingers clasping my wrist. I looked down at him, gathering myself, putting on my ‘business face’, as he called it. “I just wanted to make you feel good,” he said. “You deserve it after the day you've had.”
Everything I felt for him was washed away as I pulled my wrist from his grasp.
I shot up from the sofa, eyes wide with panic at what I’d just done.
The slow thud of my heart ripped through me, disgust and guilt taking me over.
“I think I need to go,” I said hoarsely as I stepped away from him, spying my jacket by the door.
“Harry, wait. What are you doing?” He sounded as shocked as I felt, but I didn’t believe it any more. I shouldn’t have believed him from the start. I’d made such a stupid mistake.
I shook my head. I couldn’t even look at him.
I turned my back on him, rushing to the door as fast as I could. It hurt even more that he didn't get up or try to stop me again. Until his pained voice cut through me.
“Would you believe me if I said that kiss meant the fucking world to me?”
I froze, spinning around to meet his gaze. He looked at me with the same dark expression he'd captured me with so many times.
But I refused to be another body for him to fuck and throw away. Even when he said something I desperately wanted to hear.
I moved back from him, my cock still hard, twisting before he had the chance to stop me.
“Harry, wait!” But I slammed the door behind me, praying he wouldn't follow.
I told myself that it would be fine, that I could handle it, but his moans were too needy, and his touch was too gentle.
I had to sort myself out. Fantasising was one thing, but, as far as anyone was aware, I was engaged. I wasn't the only person to blame. He knew I was engaged, and yet we had gone that far.
I grit my jaw as I forced myself to leave the building before I turned around and carried on with the biggest mistake of my life.