Chapter 31
Harry
Dom walked out of the kitchen without a glance. He just expected me to follow him, like it was normal for him to tell someone he wanted to be with them for the rest of their lives, inform them they were going to have sex, and then saunter off to the bedroom.
He was so relaxed about it. After everything that had happened between us, of all the ways we had hurt and loved each other, and he acted like having sex was no big deal.
Maybe it wasn’t to him, but I was having just the slightest of meltdowns.
I had started clamming up as soon as he started pushing me for an answer. I wondered if I'd made a mistake, and it was going to be like Molly's tirades. But the way he stopped helped ease at least some of the tension, despite the nerves exploding through me.
Kissing him, following his orders, stroking myself to the image of him. When I looked back on it, really looked back on it, it was incredible. I’d been exhausted, pushed to the point of breaking and beyond, but it had been worth it to see his face as he strode towards me five minutes ago.
I pushed myself from the edge of the kitchen counter, my lips still warm from his as I methodically switched off the oven and put away the quiche I had spent hours preparing. The only reason I had a vague idea of how to make it was because Dom taught me years ago.
I turned to finally go for it, only to find him leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded, an appreciative look on his face as he watched me. Even after everything we’d been through, he still had the same smile that he always had for me.
“Come on, handsome. Follow me.” Dom said as he casually walked off down the corridor.
I let out a short breath as he pulled his t-shirt off in one easy swoop, dropping it on the floor as he went.
My eyes ran over his back, taking in his muscles, all the way down to his tight ass.
I’d made the mistake of avoiding looking at him properly for months, and suddenly I was overwhelmed by how stunning he was.
Everyone knew he was attractive, but seeing him in that light, knowing we were about to have sex, it changed everything. Muscles and lines of his body felt different since I knew they were soon going to be pressed against me.
Dom told me how much he wanted to fuck me, but would he still feel the same when I removed my clothes and he saw how much of me there really was?
“You don’t need to worry so much, Harry,” he said as he twisted, giving me a full view of his chest and hard stomach. “I can practically hear your mind buzzing.” He smirked. “Just come here and let me take care of you.”
Desire hummed through me as I stepped down the corridor towards him like prey entering a predator's lair.
He held my gaze as he unbuckled his belt, bending down to throw off his shoes and socks before I reached him. Each move he made was sexier than the last, and my heart stopped as he hooked his fingers under his waistband.
I sucked in a breath, expecting him to reveal his cock straight away. But he pushed at his trousers, and his boxers stayed on his hips.
“I know what you wanted there.” A shiver went through me at his heated expression. “But I need to see you naked as well.”
Reaching an arm inside the bedroom, he hit the light and turned back to me with that devilish gleam in his eye, the one that always put me on edge.
“After you,” he said, refusing to step back, so I had to press against his chest as I moved past him, the bulge of his hard cock sweeping over my hip.
It was really happening. We were really going to do it.
The first thing my gaze landed on was his bed.
I’d seen it enough times to remember what it looked like, all so I could fantasise about it.
Padded headboard, a solid base, thick mattress; even the green duvet and pillows I pictured were the same.
And the same bedside table, mirror, and closet doors.
But I knew I was focusing on the practical details because otherwise I would think about how it was the bed where Dom stroked his cock when I fingered myself on the other end of the phone.
I didn’t have to ask if he came to the sound of my voice. He told me himself.
Dom moved in behind me, and his fingers danced along my arms before he wrapped his around my chest
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his stubble pressed against my beard. “We don’t have to do anything. I just want to touch you so badly.”
He sighed into me, and the warmth of his naked chest through my shirt made me relax. I let him pull me close, lifting my hand to clutch at his wrist just above my nipple.
And that's when he ground his hard cock against my ass.
I hissed in surprise as he chuckled, and it vibrated through me. A new wash of nerves scattered over me as he rolled his hips, and I moaned gently as I gave in to the feeling of him.
I'd seen so many parts of Dom through the years together, but his cock wasn't one of them. Even when I fantasised about him, it wasn't a clear picture. Now I needed more than anything to see him— all of him.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he nudged his nose against my ear.
“You,” I replied, my fingers tightening around his wrist. “It’s just you, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
I didn't know if I should ask, because I didn't want to know how much time we lost by not being together.
I wasn't even ready to see him naked. In the months of spiraling in these feelings, I didn't want to waste another moment when it felt like our masks had been ripped off.
“How long have you known?” I said, my voice quiet. Need streamed between us as his fingers brushed over my chest.
I instantly wanted to suck it in and hide myself from him. But he flattened his hand over me, firmly pushing my stomach, all so he could grind his cock harder against my back.
“Known what, handsome?” His tone was like a soothing note that flowed over me. I’d missed him so deeply that just the sound of him made me needy.
“That you loved me?” I finally asked.
Dom squeezed me, his head dipping to peck my cheek. “Honestly? I think since we first met.” He blew out a weighty breath. “I just knew that I needed you in my life.” He chuckled against my throat before he kissed it.
“So you forced your way in?” I smirked. There wasn’t a single chance I would have spoken to him properly if he hadn't done that.
He froze against me, the warmth building between us sucked out of the room as tension seeped from his hard muscles. His hand stilled, denting my stomach, and I worried I'd thrown him off.
“What is it?” I said, shaking out of his grip to turn to face him. “What's wrong?”
The flirty Dom of two minutes ago faded, and I was met with a seriousness that swept me away. “Do you really feel that way?” he asked roughly. “That I didn't give you a choice?”
“You're not good at taking no for an answer,” I said. “But I wouldn't have let you stay in my life for so long if I didn't want you to.”
“Even in the past months?”
“Definitely.” I blew a breath out of the side of my mouth.
“You can be such an asshole, but I needed you to rattle me up.
If you hadn't pushed me, I would have stayed stuck in the same routine of struggling for everything I thought I wanted.” I ran my hands over his forearms, gripping him tightly.
My eyes shuttered closed as the agony that burned steady in my heart grabbed me again.
“I’ll never forgive you for what you've done.
Even if it feels good between us now, there's nothing you can do to fix that.
I still can't believe I'm standing here with you.” And about to have sex with the man who tricked me into such a messed-up situation.
Dom brushed a hair away from my cheek before laying his hand flat against my collarbones. “I know it can’t make up for anything I did, but do you believe me when I tell you I love you?”
I wasn’t even sure I could confess that to him. The ache of his betrayal beat as consistently as my heart. But the only thing that stopped the pain was his touch. And I needed him to take away all the hurt he had caused.
“I can't say it back,” I murmured, annoyed that I felt guilty about it.
Because it didn’t matter how comfortable it was, how right it was that I was finally in his arms. I didn’t know if the wound of what he had done would ever heal.
“You don’t need to,” he said. A hand left my torso to trace down to my hips.
“I can taste it in the way you kiss me,” he said as he stroked me, and I turned my head to meet his gaze.
“I can hear it in the way you gasp for me.” He leaned in close, pressing his lips to mine.
“And I can feel it in the way you shudder for me.” He lightly bit my shoulder, and I sighed.
But it was quickly stolen away in a harsh breath as his fingers danced away from my hip, all my thoughts vanishing as he pressed his hand against my cock and I shuddered.
He groaned as he rubbed me with soft strokes outside my trousers, and I was hard instantly.
Dom relaxed his hold and I turned, and he instantly pulled me into a kiss.
Every extra thing I did made it more real. Kissing him, stroking him, the way our bodies moved together.
I was so aware of the bed behind me, and where we were going. I wanted to stall him, but I needed him too much to keep acting shy.
I was still scared to look down. Until Dom unbuttoned my trousers so smoothly that I was sure he must have done it a thousand times. But I didn’t care. It meant that he could slip his fingers under the waistband of my briefs, his warm hand enveloping my cock, and ripping a moan from both of us.
“Goddammit, Harry,” he said as he pinned me by the waist with his other hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this again.”
There was no stopping him now that he had me, and I was so grateful. Because I could let myself go as he crashed his lips on mine. Pleasure and heat spun as he pressed closer, melding himself to me, moaning deeply as he took me with everything he had.
I jumped as he gripped the base of my cock and stars sparked behind my eyes. I instinctively thrust into his hand, our movements growing so frantic that his hand became trapped between us.
Dom laughed against my lips as he drew his hand back. “I want these off, okay?” he hummed as he snapped the band of my briefs.
He chuckled at my gasp, gently removing my hands from his shoulders. “Get yourself ready for me, handsome. You know what to do.”
“Spread on all fours?” I asked, cocking a brow.
“Jesus fuck, you’re killing me already,” he groaned, grabbing my shirt, pulling me into another rough kiss that stole my breath.
It was over as quickly as it started. “I need to get some things. Don't get too lonely.” He gave me a soft smile before he moved.