Chapter 32
Harry
Iquickly shed my clothes. I thought I’d still be overwhelmed by how fast we were going, but my cock ached for release.
I wanted to feel Dom’s hot skin against mine and enjoy how he played with me.
It had been the longest weeks of my life, and I’d barely touched myself at all since he left because I knew I would think of him.
As soon as I was naked, my self-consciousness burst back into life.
There was nothing between us anymore. He could look at me as much as he wanted, and I didn’t want to see his expression when he did.
Because his reaction from all those years ago still haunted me, where he joked about why I thought he would be interested in me.
But if he really meant it when he said he loved me, he wouldn’t treat me like that again.
My gaze shot up as he returned from the bathroom. I stood naked at the foot of his bed, my hands covering my stomach rather than my cock, like a normal person might.
He drew in a sharp breath, and I forced myself not to close my eyes in disappointment. At least when he talked to me via the phone, he didn’t have to look at me.
But Dom's lips twisted, his gaze dark as he threw the lube and condoms that he'd collected onto the bed. He gripped my wrists and pulled my arms away, raking his eyes over all of me.
“Dom?” I choked out.
“You are so fucking sexy, you know that, right?” he groaned as he dragged me up to his lips, his bare skin flush with mine as he moaned. He seemed even more desperate than I was.
I knew he was already hard, but feeling Dom’s cock was a completely different sensation.
My eyes widened as I looked up at him. Not just his cock, but his whole body on display. He laughed, meeting my eyes with a grin. “Still good?” he asked.
I nodded, suddenly feeling like I was in one of my dreams, those scenarios I had imagined where he took charge.
Dom nuzzled me, stealing another kiss before murmuring. “We can take this as slow as you want.” He nipped at my earlobe, and I shuddered. I needed him even closer.
“I want to fuck you so badly, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. You tell me to stop if you need it, alright?”
And normally he was telling me he wouldn't stop.
My breath caught in the back of my throat as our gazes locked, and I took in the lines of his face. All those weeks of swirling around in guilt and confusion, and it was finally happening.
“You have to say something, handsome. How are you feeling?”
“It’s good,” I whispered as he brought me closer, pushing his cock against mine.
A moan fell from me as the desire that had sparked up inside me when I first saw him enter the flat flared, and I moved closer. I didn't want either of us to feel lonely, or for him to believe it was one-sided.
“Fuck.” His head fell onto my shoulder as his hand snaked between us. “I think ‘good’ is an understatement.” His hand wrapped around our cocks, holding us together as I rubbed against him. Pleasure surged through me, and my moan was drowned out by his. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Me too…” I groaned, soaking up every gasp as my legs weakened.
My hips shook while he dropped kisses on my cheeks, stroking slowly, letting me feel the deep heat of him—of us. But it was the way he held me that had me melting into him. His hand flexed as he sped up, clenching and relaxing, and he stared down at our cocks, making more nerves burst inside me.
It wasn't as if my stomach hid them, but he definitely had a better view than me as I clung to him, my legs shaking.
“We need to move,” I choked out. It was so intense I didn't think I could stand up.
Lying down was probably worse, because then I really wouldn't be able to hide my body anymore.
“Come on, let's go to bed.” Dom softened his touch, and pressure released as he shifted his hands on my hips, gently guiding me backwards. He kept his cock pressed against mine with every step.
My calves hit the edge of the bed, and Dom kissed the shell of my ear before murmuring, “I want you to lie on your back and spread yourself out for me.”
“Not on all fours then?” I asked.
“Didn't you say when we first texted that you wanted to see my face?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.
“I did, didn't I?” I said as I let my weight drop, my ass hitting the duvet.
I shuffled up the bed on my back, thinking of all the times he’d told me to position myself.
Even then, part of me must have known it was him. Because would I have reacted like that if it wasn't? Even with Molly, I hadn't felt the level of desire that trembled through me as Dom watched me from the foot of the bed.
When I looked back at all our messages, they all sounded so like him that part of me felt ridiculous that I hadn't realised it sooner.
Nerves exploded through me again as I opened my thighs, pressing my feet flat on the duvet. I'd already exposed myself to him, but that position felt even more vulnerable.
“Are you going to fuck me?” My voice quivered, both tense and excited that he might jump straight into it.
He laughed, his deep tone rolling through me as he followed me, bending over, one hand pressing next to my waist. “Not yet, handsome. I want to take my time with you. Especially when you look so delicious.”
“But you said if I…” I trailed off, thinking of the times he promised me that all I had to do was ask him for it.
“Do you want me to fuck you that badly?” he purred, finding my cock again, teasing me as he ran his fingertips over my shaft. Tingles fluttered through me, and I caved, nodding as I spreading my legs instantly.
“Yes,” I replied quietly, my heart in my throat. “If you're as ready as I am.”
With my elbows propped under me, I could watch him as his knee dented the bed, and he climbed on.
I swallowed, scared to admit that I’d been waiting, too. Not the years he said he’d been, but to release the twisted need he'd fostered in me.
His grin was clear in his voice. “I'm itching to slide into you, but I won't hurt you when it's your first time.”
He nudged my thighs, asking me to open even further so he could kneel between my legs. My heart tremored as he edged forwards, leaning over me, and showed off the full stretch of his body.
The line from his neck to his thighs was so sexy that my throat bobbed as I swallowed my desire.
I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me to make the first move.
Until one hand crept up my body from my hip to my chest, and I remembered that I’d followed his instructions every night for weeks. That he’d essentially been training me and preparing me for him.
My nerves dissipated as I saw the desire splashed across his face.
“I’m going to make sure you’re good for me when I thrust inside you,” he said, and I groaned in reply.
His hand trailed over my shaft, pleasure trembling through me, his tanned skin standing out against the pink of my hard cock.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered as his other hand pressed into the duvet next to my shoulder.
“We don’t have to do anything, handsome. We can get dressed and go back out there and eat. We can talk like you wanted to and save this for when you’re ready.”
“But I—” I bit my lip. I wanted to try. I’d built up the confidence to come to his flat even though I still wasn’t sure if I could trust him.
“I won’t do anything to push you,” Dom said. “The only thing that matters to me is that you’re here. Whether we’re naked, or if we spend the night watching TV, all I want is to be close to you.”
“Yet, you’re still holding my cock,” I said with a half-smile.
His eyes flashed, and he stroked down to the base. I shuddered, a moan falling from me as he kissed me again, and I instantly went weak.
“I’m only going to let you go if you tell me to,” he hummed, his gaze piercing straight through me. “So I’ll keep playing you until you say so. And maybe I’ll explore other places, but only if you want it.”
I replied before I even knew I was speaking. “I want it,” I said on a breath. “Dom, I want you.”
He fell on me, kissing me as deeply as he had in the kitchen. I was defenceless against him, and I loved how he took charge. Pleasure burned through me as his tongue met mine, and he stayed clasped to my cock, stroking me so quickly I nearly burst.
I should have hated the fact that I was giving him control despite the way he betrayed me. But I trusted him to treat me well, at least.
“You look fucking fantastic like this,” he gasped as he broke the kiss, sweeping one hand down to my ass.
And he never stopped watching me. I could feel his need beating off of him, even more powerful than mine.
It was such a simple thing, but the second his fingers pressed against my ass, my hips buckled.
Dom let out a small sigh of appreciation as he circled me, and I was already letting go, letting him in. Three weeks ago, I would have shouted at myself for being an idiot, but his touch was such a relief that all I wanted was his skin on mine.
“Faster, Dom, please,” I begged him, the lightest strokes winding me up so much that one press against my ass had me close to the edge.
“No way, handsome. I’m not having you come as soon as I touch you,” Dom moaned. “Even when you feel so good.”
I lifted my hips up, offering him more of myself, and he smirked. I wanted to see the Dom that was always so sexy and suave lose it because of me.
I gasped as Dom’s lips pressed against my chest, scattering kisses across my burning skin. “You’re driving me crazy, handsome.”
With the slowest deliberation, he moved back down my body, placing careful kisses wherever he could reach. Until he was back on the floor, kneeling between my legs, staring at my cock with wide eyes.
His fingers spread across my asscheeks, pulling me apart for him. I had to remind myself not to tense up, even though I was on display.
Dom leant back, watching me like I was all his to enjoy. If I thought I had been exposed before, then that was as extreme as it could get.
He only said one word as he descended on me.
“Fuck.”