Chapter 12
Harry
Dom launched himself at me, kissing me furiously as I held onto him and met him with all the agony and anger he had conjured in me.
His finger found the crease of my ass through my trousers. I trembled as he pressed, hope and trepidation flying through me. He traced the line from my tailbone, as far down as he could stretch before sweeping his fingers back up to my spine.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I said through gritted teeth, rolling my hips to get some control when, really, he had me writhing for his touch. There was no question of who was in charge, neither hand giving me rest as his fingers opened up my ass cheeks.
“Are you sure? Because if you come for me, I’m not letting you escape.”
Heat burst through me as he cupped me, stroking my whole length as I fell forwards, clutching him as I moaned.
“Oh God, Dom…”
“That’s more like it. Keep calling my name, handsome. Let me hear you cry.”
I didn’t even notice he’d moved until his lips found my nipple through my shirt. His knees bent, Dom released my cock and ass to tug at the waistband of my trousers.
I gasped as he suddenly yanked them down to my thighs as he licked me.
No question or warning. The warm air hit my cock, just as his tongue spread across my nipple.
I groaned, pushing back into him. There wasn’t any more space for hesitation.
I was done hiding. He had ruined everything and given me what I wanted at the same time.
The door rattled as my palm pressed flat against it. I grunted as I stuck my ass out just to feel the way his fingers dug into my skin. With his mouth still on my nipple, he looked up at me with such softness that rage flared in me again.
Using my free hand, I buried my fingers into his hair, pressing his face harder against my chest. I’d been playing with myself for almost a month, and it was nothing compared to the feeling of Dom sucking on me, his tongue lapping at me as my ass twitched.
“Keep going, Dom. You have to make me come.”
His moan was so deep that it vibrated through my chest. I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to mess him up so badly that he would look how I felt. But I couldn’t do that when I was already racing toward an orgasm.
I needed more of him. “Finish what you started,” I said through clenched teeth.
Confusion crossed his face as he returned to my chest, but my fingers clasped in his hair and I pulled him away.
“Not that,” I said, pushing him. The second he saw what I meant, he pressed his back against the door and slid straight down. His ass hit the floor, and he grabbed my waistband and pulled my trousers to my ankles.
If he hadn’t acted out as he comforted me after the hospital by telling me our kiss didn’t matter, he would have sucked my cock. He might have gone further, and I could have felt him press himself inside me while guilt tore through me.
But none of it had been real.
My mouth opened in surprise as he moved to clasp my ass cheeks and spread them, exposing me as I had done to myself so many times over the past weeks.
“Wait, Dom. I can’t just—”
He massaged me; circling, playing, exploring me in a way that had my words lost to gasps and sighs.
I was meant to be angry; I was supposed to shout at him more for all the things he’d done, but my legs gave way as I choked. My words vanished as Dom took me in his mouth and sucked.
I groaned as pleasure tore through me, my knees shaking, using the door for support.
“Don’t stop, Dom,” I cried out. All the pain and need swirling around me released.
His tongue was hot as his lips moulded themselves around me. He bent his head forward, using my ass to push me inside him.
And I clutched at him, forcing him further onto my cock. “Make sure you take all of me,” I bit out. My fierceness was wiped away as I surged into his throat, and he moaned so deeply that his eyes rolled back into his head.
“You keep saying that you love me,” I groaned as he pulled his head away, running his tongue along my slit. I jerked my hips, my cock firm against the outside of his cheek.
My cock looked so good against his tanned skin, but I wasn’t letting him take charge here.
“I do, handsome. I—”
“Be quiet,” I snapped. “You don’t speak until I tell you to.”
His chest rose as he sucked in a breath.
Though he always said he liked to see me acting like a real Fischer at parties, he rarely saw me angry.
For Dom, I was friendly and open, because I trusted him.
But he didn’t see me as the Director of The Foundation, who would happily take on the entire board if it meant I got what I wanted.
“I hope you realise what you’ve done,” I said through gritted teeth as he wrapped his fingers around my cock. “What you’ve broken.” I wheezed as he parted his lips, keeping his gaze locked with mine as I thrust back into his throat.
Both of us were taken away by the tension that coiled between us. It still felt like it hadn’t cracked, that we needed more. We needed something to burst between us to relieve it.
I groaned, fascinated by how easily I could slide into him, and watched my cock disappear between his lips. Through the phone, he was in charge of my pleasure. The Dom in my imagination knew what I wanted and how to give it to me. But everything had changed.
“I deserve to come down your throat after all of this, don’t you think?” Dom shuddered as I thrust my hips, trapping his head against the door.
I didn’t care anymore. At least with Dom, I could really show him how I was feeling. I didn’t have to be composed or retain my dignity. I could release my fury, and he could take it. At least, he said he could.
Palms flat against the door, I drew my hips back, pressing my ass into his hands before sweeping forwards again. I needed him to be ruined by the end of this. Then he could decide if he really loved me.
But my heart was so shattered that I didn’t know if I could keep up.
“Dom,” I gasped, quivering as his finger stroked my asshole. “Dom, why—” My eyes closed as I sank into the feeling, failing to push away the hurt. The only control I had was the rocking of my hips as I fed him my cock. “Harder, Dom. I need you inside me.”
I’d been so embarrassed and ashamed to even say those words out loud. But now it flowed naturally.
He spread an ass cheek further, giving him more access, teasing me, circling me, letting me know what I could have.
“I told you. I need you to—” But I was cut off, yelling out as he pressed his finger hard inside me.
“What was that, handsome?” he said, flicking his tongue against my cockhead.
“Fuck you,” I snarled, looking down at him.
My anger only fired more when his smile opened into a grin.
“Get back on my cock,” I ordered as I grabbed his hair again.
I loved the surprise in his eyes. All the submissiveness that I’d revelled in as he instructed me was gone, because I needed to find some control when I felt so powerless and lost.
I sped up, thrusting against him, not giving him time to breathe as I pressed my cock deeper into him. His head vanished under the curve of my stomach, and disappointment stabbed me. Was he so put off by my size that that was the only way he could connect to me?
My heart hurt even more with each thrust, our groans melding in the thick air between us, Dom’s hot mouth and his firm fingers digging into my ass.
“You took it from me,” I snapped as I thrust into him so hard that his head knocked against the door.
“You took us from me, Dom.” I clenched my jaw, but I couldn’t hold back my pain.
“I would have chosen you,” I choked back, squeezing my eyes shut as I absorbed the feel of him around me.
“I would have chosen you if you had just asked.”
He paused under me, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to hear it. If he told me he loved me again, I didn’t know what I would do.
Tears beaded at the corners of my eyes, the same ones that took me after I left the hospital. Crying for what I lost, and for everything I’d put myself through.
It didn’t matter how badly I had wanted to be with him. Because he’d broken us and we could never fix it again.
Pleasure took me, and my knees bent. Too much of my weight was sinking down on him. He was strong, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t hold me up for long, and I felt another stab of self-consciousness.
Dom’s hands flexed as I moved downwards, his finger leaving my ass, his mouth releasing from my cock. I thought he would stop there, that he would let me fall or I could jump away, even though I didn’t want this to end.
But his right hand left my ass, trailing down, sweeping past my balls before grabbing my shin. I didn’t know what his plan was until he lifted my foot, pushing it away from him and down.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my body shaking with rage and desire.
“You’ll see.” He grinned up at me, and that was all I got. How could he still grin in this situation?
Body trembling, gasping, trying to regain my senses, I fell to one knee as he slid down the door.
I watched him, eyes wide, baffled as he repeated the action with my other leg. And then I was kneeling over him, watching him shuffle downwards, until his head was on the floor.
“That’s more like it.” He chuckled from beneath me.
My heart exploded and, before I could say anything, his tongue found my cock, his hands pushed my ass in the air, and suddenly I was riding my best friend’s face into the ground.