19. Dominic
Chapter 19
Dominic
I watch Penelope closely, waiting for her reaction.
I honestly don’t know why I said that. It’s risky. When we all agreed to this arrangement, we decided it was just business. We specifically told her there was no sexual stuff involved. Doing this could put everything in jeopardy.
But something in me just took over while she was talking. Hearing the longing in her voice when she said she wants to know what it feels like to come, hearing about her shitty ex who couldn’t be bothered to see to her pleasure properly… She’s always seemed so innocent, so this touch of dirtiness added an allure I wasn’t prepared for.
I couldn’t stop myself.
Xavier and Tristan didn’t stop me either, and neither of them have spoken up to say it’s not a good idea, but I’m not focused on them right now.
Right now, I only have eyes for Penelope.
She glances to the other two and finds them watching her as closely as I am. When they don’t interject, she swallows hard. I watch the flush go darker on her face, the way she’s fidgeting nervously in her chair.
But finally she looks up at me. “Yes,” she murmurs, nodding.
Something rises in me with her agreement. It’s hot and possessive, and it takes over everything else.
“Come here,” I tell her.
Penelope gets up, tugging nervously at the sweatshirt she’s wearing. It’s Xavier’s, I can tell from the smell of it, and it’s too big for her. It’s hot as hell to see her in something like that, but it makes the jealous part of me rear its head.
She smells like Xavier right now, and I want to get my scent on her as well. I want to see her wearing my clothes again. Seeing her in my jacket did something to me, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since, wanting another opportunity to drape her in something of mine.
I scoot my chair back from the table as she approaches me, and reach out for her. She doesn’t flinch away as my hands find her waist, and I can feel how warm and soft she is, even though the fabric of the sweatshirt. I pull her down onto my lap so that she’s sitting sideways across my legs, and her eyes widen.
“Oh, don’t,” she says quickly. “I’m too heavy for this.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her. “You’re not,” I say. I skim a hand over her body, touching the curve of her hip down to her thigh. “You’re fucking beautiful, and you fit here perfectly.”
A little noise spills out of her mouth, but she tries to bite it back.
I reach up and touch the birthmark on her face. Ever since I told her she shouldn’t cover it, she’s stopped wearing the makeup to hide it, and something in me preens in pride. “You’re unique. Every part of you.”
“Oh,” she breathes, the sound coming out shaky.
My hands wander over her body, touching her over her clothes. I explore her hips, flowing over her curves and then up higher, over her chest. Penelope’s breath catches, and she doesn’t pull away. Instead she leans into each touch, like she’s eager for more.
She’s not wearing a bra under the sweatshirt, and her breasts are full and heavy. I brush my fingers over her nipples, already hard and peaked through the thick fabric.
Her back arches when I run my hands down it to get to her ass, just as curvy and appealing as the rest of her, and I can’t resist giving it a firm squeeze. I turn her a little as I do, shifting her position so that her back rests against my chest and her legs drape over each of mine.
Her breath is coming in short pants now, and her scent is all around me. It drowns out Xavier’s from the sweatshirt, washing away everything else in the smell of lemon and lavender.
“Does that feel good, little bird?” I ask her.
She nods, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I slide my hands around to her thighs, feeling warm skin under her soft shorts. They’re easy to slip a hand under, so I do, working my fingers forward until I find the heat between her legs.
“ Ah, ” Penelope gasps, and her legs fall open wider for me.
“Good,” I praise her.
I can feel her shivering against me, probably half with nerves and half with excitement, and I take my time, rubbing my fingers against her through her underwear and savoring the heady scent of her arousal. I can practically feel the thrum of arousal amping up through her body, and I stroke the outside of her pussy, tracing the soft curve of it with my fingers, smirking as she gets wet through her clothes.
The scent is fucking amazing, sweet and delicious, and I keep trailing my fingers over her, watching closely for her reactions. With her legs spread wider, I can feel the nub of her clit through her panties, but I don’t start teasing it just yet. Instead, I keep up my slow, exploratory approach, touching everywhere else to get her used to the feeling of it.
Her hips start to roll a bit, her body seeking out more of my touch whether it’s on purpose or not. Either way, it’s clear proof that she likes it. That she wants more.
I press my thumb to her clit and feel the jolt that runs through her body. She shudders hard, but doesn’t pull away, so I keep going, dragging the soft fabric against that sensitive nub. Penelope’s low groan in response is like music to my ears, and I keep it up, letting her get used to the sensations.
Her chest heaves as she breathes through it.
“It feels good,” she whispers. “But?—”
I press harder on her clit, making her whimper and cutting her off. “It’s not a race,” I tell her. “There’s no rush to get there. I could do this forever.”
She whimpers again, spreading her legs even wider. After a second she seems to realize what she just did and tries to close them, but my hand is in the way. It’s obvious how nervous she is, how new to this. From the way she made it sound, she’s never even touched herself this way before.
But I want her to have this. I want to give her this.
“Focus on me,” I murmur into her ear. “Don’t think about anything else. You’re doing so well.”
Her tongue darts out, licking her lips. Gradually, her legs open back up again, and I keep exploring.
Once she’s rocking on my fingers with more confidence, I slip them under her panties, letting her feel the touch of my hand with nothing in the way.
It’s also my first touch of her soft, soaked pussy, and it drags a groan out of me to feel how hot and eager her body is.
Penelope gasps at the touch, her hips grinding forward, and I tuck a smile into her shoulder, letting her get used to this feeling before I move on.
“I think you like it,” I tell her. “I think you like feeling good like this.”
She doesn’t respond with words, but that’s okay. Her body does all the responding I need, getting wetter for me as I press a finger into her.
Just that first finger has her trembling, and I curse under my breath at the way her body sucks me in, like it craves more.
“Oh my god,” Penelope whispers. “Oh my—” Her voice cuts out on another moan as I work that finger in deeper, letting her feel all of it.
She’s starting to lose herself in the pleasure, I can tell from how her head tips back, how the rigidness of her posture starts to give way to loose limbed relaxation.
Every now and then she’ll remember there’s an audience or second guess one of her reactions, and it brings her out of the pleasure and back into her head.
“Don’t do that,” I murmur to her. “Don’t second guess yourself. This is supposed to be about you feeling good. Does it still feel good?”
Penelope nods.
“Then that’s all that matters.”
I want her to internalize that. To let herself have this. I pull back a bit, going back to teasing at her clit with one hand while the other cups one of her breasts through her sweatshirt. Just to get her back into the right headspace.
Once she’s putty in my lap again, I push two fingers into her, filling her up more.
It’s a tight fit, and I work her slowly, letting her feel each inward stroke as I press my fingers as deep as they can go inside her.
She’s writhes in my lap, mouth falling open on soft moans and desperate little gasps for air. It sounds so fucking beautiful, and I keep going, playing her body like an instrument.
The other two are watching her closely, and even Tristan’s eyes are dark with heat.
Either Penelope is so far gone that she doesn’t notice, or she doesn’t mind it, considering them a part of this. There’s something hot about that, something that makes me push a little more than I would otherwise.
“Can you feel them watching you?” I ask her.
Immediately her head jerks up and she looks from Xavier to Tristan, taking them in. She shivers hard, body bucking against my hand. Her inner walls spasm a little, and I can tell that’s a good thing in this case.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “I can feel them.”
“Good. They like what they see. How could they not when you’re so fucking gorgeous like this?”
Her whole body is one big blush at this point, but I keep going, not letting up for a second. “Spread your legs more. Let them see what I’m doing to you.”
There’s no response to that, but I wasn’t expecting one. Her legs do fall open more, spread to either side of mine, and Xavier and Tristan have a clear view of how she’s soaking into her panties and shorts just from having my fingers worked so deep into her.
Xavier swears under his breath, and Tristan is silent, but it’s a heavy silence. One that’s full of something a hell of a lot more than indifference. Neither of them are immune to this.
I add a third finger inside Penelope, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. I like that. I like that her body wants me here as much as I want to be here. Even if it’s just my fingers, that’s hot in its own way.
“Oh,” she moans, hips bucking faster. “Oh my god. Dominic, please, that feels?—”
The words tumble out of her mouth and she seems helpless to stop them.
“There you go,” I say, coaxing her to keep going. “Move your hips. Ride my hand and take what you want.”
She must be fully past being self-conscious about everything because she does it so eagerly. Her hips start pumping and she grinds her ass against me, making me hiss through my teeth.
My cock is already rock hard from this, and I wonder if she can feel it poking against her plush ass. I wonder if that makes her want to take this further.
But this isn’t about that, and it’s not about me. Penelope’s first orgasm is going to be a damned good one if I have anything to say about it, and right now I’m the only one who does.
“Talk to me,” I say, nuzzling at her neck while I press my fingers in more.
“W-what do you want me to say?” Penelope ask, her voice trembling.
“Are you close?
She nods.
“Use your words.”
She whimpers softly, chewing on her lower lip for a moment before answering. “Yes. Yes, I’m close, please.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I tell her. “Come for me. Come all over my hand.”
It’s almost like magic. She grinds down harder, faster, hips working at a feverish pace as she takes what she needs to crest the top of the hill.
She doesn’t hold anything back, and if there are any nerves left in her, then they’re taking a backseat to being so close to coming undone. She clearly wants it, clearly needs it, and it’s only a matter of seconds later before she’s being hit by that tension and coming hard.
Her voice breaks on a soft cry, and her pussy contracts around my fingers like it wants to try to milk them dry.
For a second all I can think about is how fucking good that would feel on my cock, but I push that thought away, working my fingers until Penelope collapses against me.
Her breathing is harsh and I can feel her heartbeat racing chaotically as she comes down from the highs of her pleasure. She practically melts against me, loose and boneless.
Fuck, she smells so good. This close, it’s overwhelming, and it just makes my cock even harder, makes me want her so much fucking more.
I drop my head down to her neck and inhale there, letting her scent wash over me. It doesn’t do anything to calm the way arousal beats through my body, but I can’t help myself.
“So…” I murmur, nuzzling against her. “How was your first orgasm, little bird?”
“It was good,” she whispers. “Amazing.”
“Good. You deserve to feel good.”
She rests against me for a few minutes and then stands up on shaky legs. “Thank you,” she murmurs, glancing up at me shyly. “I appreciate that you did that for me.”
It’s funny that she thinks there’s anything altruistic about it. Or that it wasn’t as good for me as it was for her to have her falling apart in my lap like that.
Still, I smile at her, my cock still throbbing from the feel of her ass pressed against me. The flush on her cheeks is so fucking attractive, and even more so is the knowledge that I put it there. She looks equal parts wrecked and satisfied because of me.
“You’re welcome,” I tell her, pleasure and satisfaction curling around my words and making my voice just that bit deeper. “Wife.”
Her cheeks flush even darker at that last part, and that’s just as good as everything else for me.