Chapter 33 Dom
Dom
He was spread out for me, ready and waiting. Only for me. And he was gorgeous.
All I needed were his cries in my ears as I licked his cock.
He’d even said he wanted me to fuck him, for fuck’s sake.
I really thought everything was ruined, and then…
I squeezed his ass, loving the way he trembled under my touch. No nervous flustering or avoiding my gaze. Just shaking and writhing as I licked him from base to tip.
“Dom, I—” But he cut himself off, choking as I wrapped my lips around his cockhead and slid downwards.
His taste and hard length filled my mouth, both of us moaning as I dug my fingers into his ass to keep him steady.
I was so fucking lucky, and I wanted to show him exactly how much he meant to me.
His elbows slipped from under him, and he fell back onto my bed as I bobbed my head. I pressed my tongue hard against his shaft as I sped up, my mouth overflowing, pulling small sounds of pleasure from him.
“Dom, don't slow down. I want to come,” he gasped as his back arched.
My eyes fluttered as he reached for me, threading his fingers through my hair.
He pushed at my head, nudging his hips up, getting himself nice and deep. I was already groaning as his cock hit the back of my throat.
I told him not to come. But to feel him force me down like last time, telling me to give him more as he shot his load? It would be fucking fantastic.
But I also wanted to draw it out to make it more intense.
“That was just the start, handsome. You should know how I like it by now.”
The blush that flared on Harry's face was amazing.
I placed a gentle kiss on his cock before moving down. He lifted his head, watching me over the wide curve of his stomach.
I couldn't resist lightly nipping his balls as I went further down, chuckling as he yelped.
“Dom!”
“I want to play as much as I can, no matter how often you scold me.”
Harry pursed his lips, but it didn't last for long.
The second my tongue swept his asshole, he jerked, the hands in my hair tightening as he cried out.
“That's what you've been waiting for, isn't it?” I asked, and he replied with a groan as I licked at his hole again.
He'd always been easy to tease, but it was insanely fun to alternate between fast strokes and slow circles off my tongue to keep him on his toes.
Cries and moans fell from him as he shook under me, his hips writhing, but I made sure he couldn't predict where I was going.
I loved how big his ass was, especially the way his cheeks pressed against mine, even when I was spreading them.
“Dom, this is too—” he gasped.
I moaned as I pressed my tongue inside him. He was too tense, and I didn't want to make it a fight. It was even better when he ground against my face.
I pulled back just to say, “You can, handsome. Just relax for me, you’re nearly there.”
I went harder, massaging his ass, stroking his cock, finding all the best places that made him moan.
Switching from his ass to his cock, I quickly grabbed the lube. With practised skill, the lid was off, my fingers covered, and I pressed them against his hole.
I watched him tremble under me. And the second my finger slipped inside him, he cried, thrusting with the chorus of “Dom, please, right there, I need you to… ugh…”
Harry hadn’t told me to stop, not yet. But it was the start of some tests to see how far he’d let me go.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” I asked, grinning at him.
“I feel like you’re playing too much,” he grumbled.
He was so fucking perfect. He led the largest charities in the world, and yet he was pouting because I wasn’t plunging my fingers into his ass.
“I am,” I chuckled as I eased another finger inside. He jolted, twisting his head around to face me. Seeing his red cheeks, the way his mouth dropped open, how he let out the longest sound of pleasure only made me want to push him further.
“You’re so warm inside, Harry. Your ass is just clenching my fingers like you don't want me to move.”
“No, I want it! It’s… you are…” he panted.
“Come on, handsome. Tell me.” He shot a glance at me before his head tipped to the side, avoiding me.
“I need more.”
“More what?”
Harry glared at me as I grinned. He knew I wouldn't do anything until I heard what I wanted.
His gaze snapped back to mine. “Another finger,” he gasped, shuddering as I moved inside him. “I want another finger.”
I loved the way he moaned as I ground deeper. I wasn’t taking my time anymore. I needed this. I needed him.
I worked on him, pulling cries from him as I opened him up, preparing him for me. By the time my wrist began to ache, sweat ran over his body, and he was almost whimpering my name.
Which was fine by me. It gave me more ways to soak up all of his scent.
“I’m putting in a third finger, is that alright?” I asked, leaning over to kiss his cock again.
“Yes, please,” he gasped.
I groaned at how needy he was. He was choking just from the movement of my fingers. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen when I really fucked him.
I grabbed more lube, wanting to make this as easy as possible for him. I pulled my fingers out completely this time, coating myself before lining them back up to his ass.
One got me a tremble. The second one had him shivering, followed by a sigh. I pushed my third in as slowly as I could, his knees spread and he moaned.
“Oh God, Dom…” His ass was clamping so hard that I wasn’t sure he could take it.
But more licks and sucks of his cock definitely helped.
“Still okay?”
“Fuck, Dom, yes, just… don’t stop.”
My eyes shuttered closed at his cries. He was so cute when he swore.
I pressed my fingers deeper into him as his cock sunk farther into my mouth, and I held them there, letting his hips wiggle and adjust to me. I needed to see his face again, to look at him as I teased him.
“I think you’re ready,” I said.
“Really? Because I want more.”
I nearly jumped on him right there.
There was the man I loved. Not that I didn’t love the shy, blushing Harry, but I loved his strength as well. I loved that he could be formidable one second, eyes like steel as he manoeuvred through a party, and softened with a single word from me.
“I’ll give you more, just wait,” I said.
Withdrawing my fingers, I earned a whimper as his hips shuddered. I pulled back from him, grabbing the lube and crawling over him to throw the pillows off the bed and make room for us.
“Come on, handsome,” I said, nudging his ass with my knee. “Sit yourself up.”
We shuffled around each other, and I groaned at the curve of his back as he rose.
Harry's eyes widened as I flipped onto my ass, leaning back against the headboard, spreading my legs so he could get an eyeful.
I grinned as I watched the haze of pleasure that surrounded him shift into hot desire as he ran his eyes over me.
Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I lazily stroked myself, letting him take me in. I wanted him to see every inch, and know I was going to push each of them inside him.
I palmed my cockhead, grinding my hips to show him how much I enjoyed it. It was the same expression he gave me when I first asked him if he wanted me to kiss him all those years ago. And it was perfect.
Especially when I lowered my voice. “Harry,” I said with an edge of warning.
His gaze shot back up to mine, but the fire that burned there showed me he would climb on top of me if I told him to.
“You remember this position, don’t you?” I asked. I loved how his fierce blush deepened. “I want to see your face when I fuck you.”
He released a shaky breath. He looked at me with such hunger that even holding my cock would have been enough to make me come if I hadn’t already felt what his ass was like squeezed around my fingers.
“I’m so in love with you,” I moaned as he crawled on his hands and knees towards me. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
He froze, looking up at me in surprise. Harry made that expression whenever I told him how hot he was, as if he couldn’t believe I meant it.
He'd shown me how much he disliked his body over the years, so I’d keep saying it until he believed me.
I expected him to rise onto his knees, to crawl closer so I could grab his hips and line myself up.
So I didn’t expect his elbows to bend as he dropped to the mattress and ran his tongue across the head of my cock.