Chapter 36 Dom
Dom
“How do you want to do this?” I asked.
“Um… What do you mean?” he stammered.
“I mean, I’ve been thirsting after your dick for ages, and it’s time to try it out.”
Harry’s eyes widened, but the second he understood what I meant, heat flooded his gaze, and his back straightened.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said cautiously.
“Really? Because, as far as I’m aware, you’ve had a lot of time to experiment - at least on yourself.” I got the condom ready as we talked, and I loved how he shivered the second I pushed my shirt to reach his cock.
“No, I didn’t. Not when you were away.”
“Not even once?” I ask, cocking a brow. Considering how horny he was the whole time we'd been texting, I thought he would still give it a go. But maybe pity wanks weren’t his thing.
“Well, once or twice.” Harry’s head dipped as he looked away, but that could have been because I was sliding the condom onto his cock slowly to try to wind him up further. “But it was too painful…”
My eyes shuttered closed at his confession, but I didn’t want to spoil the mood and make it serious again.
“Then, why don’t we put those rusty skills to practice?” I said, stealing a kiss. “Are your fingers still working?”
“Yes, no problem there.” He gave me a shy smile, and I softened into him.
I dropped the lube on the bed beside us and edged back. His gaze was fixed on me, so I deliberately stretched out to show off my body. Head on the pillow, feet almost touching the end of my bed, and my cock already, just how he liked it. His short intake told me I had guessed right.
The heavy shoulders, the wide curve of his stomach, and thick thighs that had gripped my hips so tightly when I made him moan last night. I wanted to do it again and again, but I needed to feel him inside me first.
“Do you think you can move?” I asked.
He nodded, nervousness still lighting his eyes as he crawled over to lie down beside me.
“I've been fantasising about having you top me, as well.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, I can guide you through it if you need it.” I took his lips again, languid strokes of my tongue pulling sounds of pleasure from him until I needed more.
The way I saw it, last night I took his virginity, but it was only half of the picture. Fucking me would bring it full circle.
“Okay, come on then. Where do you want me?” I asked.
His eyes flicked to the pillow next to him, and I saw a new determination cross his face. “On your stomach,” he ordered. “Ass up, like you made me do when we were texting.”
“Mmmn, yes. Perfect.”
I did exactly as he said, shooting him a wink as he rose and I got comfortable on my front.
“Arms by your sides,” he said as he popped the cap on the bottle of lube. “Open your legs for me.” His commanding tone returned, and he became the Harry I was used to, where he had his business face on. He was so fucking hot when he was in charge.
My right ear was against the mattress as I watched him out of an eye. My chest stayed pressed down as my ass rode high, waiting for him to make a move.
I loved the eager look on his face as he spread lube over his fingers, and I hummed happily.
His hand trembled as he reached out with that look of focus he always got when he was trying to finish a task.
If he wanted my ass to be his task, he was welcome to go right ahead, but I was going to make him enjoy it as well.
His fingers threaded between my ass cheeks, and I jumped as his cold, lube-topped fingers pressed against my hole.
Harry absolutely went for it, pressing a finger deep, pleasure scattering through me, and I moaned instantly. Just one stroke, and he lined up a second finger. I relaxed my ass, but his fingers were so fucking thick that two stretching me was already enough to get me going.
And I knew he was just testing the waters. Poking and prodding to get a feel for my ass, driving me so crazy I rocked my hips back to get more.
“Do you like teasing me, Harry?”
“I like watching you,” he said, sounding breathless as his speed picked up again.
I didn’t care if I came just from him pressing his fingers into me. I didn’t need to be locked and loaded if he was going to fuck me, but I wanted to make sure he was getting the full serving.
“Is this alright?” he asked just as I let out a cry.
It was as if he were a mix of angel and demon, acting all sweet and innocent with his questions while treating me like he needed to break me.
And it was fucking great.
“Keep going,” I moaned, the angle of his strokes hitting me exactly where I needed them, and pitching me forward so my hands dug further into the mattress.
“Is this going to be wide enough?” he casually asked, just as he bent his fingers and bumped my prostate, ripping a gasp from me.
Demon. He was definitely a fucking demon.
“I don’t know if you realise, but you have a pretty thick cock,” I groaned.
“Yeah, I know.” I could hear the smile curling his lips.
“But don’t worry about any of that. I’ll take whatever you give me, so just do what you want to do.”
Harry's other hand gripped my hips, and he took another shuddering breath.
I peered at him over my shoulder. “Though, if you want to fuck me as hard as you can, that would make me a very happy boy.”
The little drop of his jaw was perfect. With everything he knew about me, it was funny to see him surprised.
“I guess you need a third finger then?” he asked.
I couldn't see his cock from that angle, but from the pressure on my left ass cheek that honestly could be his hand or his cock, I was sure he was ready.
“You should know that two fingers won’t cut it.”
He sucked in a breath as I gave him a half-grin. I was already pressed hard into the mattress, and I had no plans of shifting my head or any other part of me until Harry was firmly secured in my ass.
“You’re going to have to spread me,” I said after a beat. Because his nervous look had returned. But there was no fucking buildup as he pressed three fingers against my ass and slid right on in there, widening me hard and fast.
“Harry! Fuck! Slow down, handsome.”
I choked out a laugh as he wiggled his fingers, getting a feel for me.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” He paused, as if he didn’t fucking know.
“No, it's- really fucking good. But my asshole isn't a Hoover, it won't suck it all up at once.”
Harry still looked startled, even though his confidence had grown, so I gave it another go.
“I can move, or you can move. We can even change positions. What do you want to do?” I asked.
He really looked like he was thinking about it. It was adorable, and I’d be happy to lie here if he needed the time. Just spending the night with him was more than I ever deserved.
“Me…” He took a deep breath. “I’ll move.”
I wanted to go up on all fours and give him more space, but I was too taken away by the pleasure shooting through me. Pure heat circled my thighs and my stomach as he thrust his hand again.
He just needed to spread his fingers once, hear me shout out, and he figured out all my pleasure points. Harry was moving in me like he’d been doing it for years; he was so methodical and precise it was as if he was treating a patient.
But I wanted him with me, not removed from what we were doing.
His face was twisted, the furrow in his brow so deep his skin was white. I might have been enjoying myself if it hadn’t looked like he was forcing his way through it.
I flung a hand back, grabbing his wrist, pulling his wrist back so just his fingertips pulsed inside me. I could sense even the smallest twitch of his fingers, and it was hard not to jerk my ass so he went deep again.
“Tell me how you’re doing,” I said. "What’s happening?”
“No, it’s okay. It’s fine. I just… this is really new.”
“This? Or me?”
Harry looked up at me, softening as he met my gaze. “You,” he said with such sincerity that my heart jumped.
It was hard to look at him from that angle, and my shoulder was stretched too far back, so I let go of his wrist.
His expression changed when he made up his mind, and the mattress dipped as he shifted his weight.
“Do you need more lube?” he asked, and I nearly rolled my eyes because he was so hot when he was sincere.
Tension hovered between us as he lined his cock up. He leant forward, just enough so I could see his face out of the corner of my eye.
“Are you ready?” Harry asked me, looking at me so sincerely that I wanted him to go for it.
“Nice and easy now,” I got out before his tip breached me and he pushed slowly. My body tensed, even though I knew it would be okay. But as soon as he gently rocked his hips, sliding inside me inch by inch, I knew it was going to be a tight squeeze.
“Dom, oh God. It’s so tight. You’re so warm. I don’t know if I can…”
“Just keep going, handsome. I can take it.”
Apart from my fingers and some toys, I hadn't been fucked for ages. I was usually on the giving end. So, after two minutes of prep, I knew it was going to be tight; too tight for both of us.
“Are you okay?” he gasped as I cried out.
“Were you ready after a quick fingering before you pushed the vibrator inside yourself?” I choked out.
“Ah, no,” he replied. He jerked his hips back, pulling his cock away, and I groaned again as my ass clenched without him.
“I love how eager you are, handsome, but not even I can go that quickly.”
“But it’s easier like this?” he asked. I couldn’t even answer because the next thing I knew, his cock was gliding into me, all the way to the fucking base.
I choked, my voice strangled as I forced out the words. “Definitely.” He suddenly hit me with small circles of his hips, winding me up, giving me what I wanted before whipping it away. “Just keep going,” I ordered. “Keep pushing me, I’ll let you know when I’m good.”
I glanced over my shoulder again and met a look of wonder as he buried deeper and deeper.
If I wasn’t so wrapped up in how he thrust into me, I would have laughed at how innocent Harry looked.
He kept moving as my hips dropped, finding a pace that worked perfectly for me, one that had me writhing under him.
It was fucking magic. I knew having him fuck me was going to be good, but I was falling already. So much for trying to meet him halfway when my mind had gone blank.
He widened me up, like his cock was devouring me. I was reduced to raw sounds of pleasure as the hard slap of skin hitting skin bounced around the room.
I hoped his grip would leave bruises, and he was fucking me hard enough that we’d be stuck in bed for days. Then I could show him exactly how I felt about his hard thrusts by fucking him back until we couldn’t move.
“It’s not too much, is it?” he asked again, breaking the rhythm to keep his cock at the tip of my ass. I swear he was testing to see how much it wound me up.
“God, fuck, Harry. I love it. I love you. Just don’t stop.”
He groaned as he started again, using his full weight to slam into me, and I was lost in the sensation of him.
I could only just hear his grunts over my cries as he fucking annihilated me with his cock. I was going to be ruined after this, and that was exactly what I wanted.
I had no idea how long we were there for, but it was the best fuck I’d ever had, because the love running through us electrified every second of it. The only other time I had felt so loved, that I let myself feel so loved, was in that tiny bed in my uni flat twelve years ago.
Letting my heart open, letting him in, meant I could let go completely, and soon I was dissolving with each thud through my body.
It was beautiful, ugly, messy, and hot, and it was perfect.
My whole body ached by the time he leaned forward, panting furiously, sweat falling onto my damp back.
“I can’t keep it up,” he gasped.
“It’s fine. It’s fine.” Tears had formed at the corners of my eyes, and I hid them by burying my face into the mattress. I wanted to keep going. Pleasure fired around me, my legs shaking so hard that the only reason my ass stayed up was because he gripped my hips.
I was melting, so absorbed by him that nothing else mattered in that moment.
“I’m going to come,” he cried, his body bent forward, pressed hard against me as he pushed into me as deep as he could go.
I was nearly there as well, but everything was so full and tight, I could barely get any words out. I was all moans.
“Dom, fuck…” Another thrust and his trembling changed as he pulled back, gave me one final slam, and shuddered.
“Dom, you - oh God, this is so good. Dom, I think…”
His cry from above me was amazing, and he stayed buried in me, even as he fell forward, his chest crashing into my shoulders as he kept grinding his cock into me.
Like he remembered what he was doing, his hand suddenly grasped my cock and furiously stroked me.
“I want you to come, Dom. Please come for me.”
God, I loved it when he said my name, or when he touched me, or when he did absolutely anything.
I tipped my head back as I moaned, pressing against his cheek as I kept my hips moving.
“I’ve never told you how sexy you are, have I?" he asked. "I know you said that about me, but I feel the same.” The combination of his words and his hand had me shooting toward the edge, my ass burning from his rough fuck, and the hard pulls on my cock driving me crazy.
“Say it again,” I groaned. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“I’ve come while thinking about you so many times.”
“Fuck,”
“Whenever I was on the phone to you, when you asked me to finger myself… I always thought of you.”
“Fucking hell, Harry, I can’t.” My head dropped as he kissed the back of my neck.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for months,” he gasped.
I couldn’t hold myself back. I was so close that I choked out.
“I love you, Dom,” he whispered in my ear, sending me over the edge.
Pressed against his chest, one hand still on my cock, he drew me back for a hard kiss, and I melted into him, knowing then that he’d never let me go.