22. Paige
“Leave the dishes. I’ll clean up later.” Dom stands up and stretches, his dark happy trail drawing all my attention. He reaches for my hand, then leads me to the living room, collapsing heavy onto the couch then pulling me onto his lap. He presses my head against his chest and then pets my hair slowly.
I know he has a bet to pay up and that he’s good for it—so good for it—but I also think he may be heading for a food coma since he never eats carbs but demolished two full plates of my spaghetti all’assassina.
As soon as I heard of the dish, I knew it would be perfect—you’re actually supposed to burn it, so I knew I wouldn’t screw it up. I think I could have even burned it more and it would have been even better.
“You should cook for me more often, no?”
“What else do you like to eat?”
“You.”
I nuzzle deeper into him, hiding my smile against his warm chest, a patch of soft, dark hair tickling my cheek. “What else?”
“I’m easy.”
“You are anything but easy.” I rest my hand on his rippled abs.
“When it comes to you, I’m easy. You tell me what you need, what you want, and the answer will always be ‘yes.’”
“Is that so?”
He kisses the top of my head, and I can feel him nodding.
Maybe I should test this. “In that case. . .” I slide off his lap onto my knees on the floor. I grab a mouthful of his pants and tug on the fabric.
Dom reaches down, cups my chin. “What are you doing, angel?”
Something I’ve wanted to do for a while now, but he never lets me. “Checking to see how easy you are.”
“I won the bet. I should be the one on my knees.” He rubs his thumb across my lips, presses against my bottom lip.
“You being difficult already, Mr. E-Z?”
“Fuck no. You want easy? I’ll give you easy.” Dom stands up and pushes his sweatpants and boxer briefs all the way down, steps one foot out, then flops back onto the couch. He leans all the way back and laces his fingers behind his head. “All yours, angel. Have at it.”
I shake my head and smile. His dick looks even bigger up close like this. That’s going to be a lot to take. I plant a gentle kiss on the tip and glide my hand up and down his burning hot shaft.
He looks from my eyes down to his dick, back up to my eyes. Tips his head to the side a little. I can read the well? in his expression.
I lick my lips to wet them. Rub them up and down his shaft.
“Yesssss,” Dom hisses low under his breath.
I wrap my lips around Dom’s fat head, opening as wide as I can. His salty tanginess hits my tongue. I grasp his dick at the base, exactly the way I’ve seen him grab it, and hold it steady while I give him a few shallow bobs.
Dom’s hand lands on the back of my head, stroking gently, then steering me to where he wants me. He may think he’s being all easy and laid-back, but the man can’t help but take control. And he clearly wants me to go deeper.
I twirl my tongue around his slit. Alright, gorgeous penis friend, you and me are in this together. Same goal: blow Damiano’s mind. I’m going to go whole hog and you’re going to not choke me to death or make me gag all over the place. Deal?
Of course Dom’s peen doesn’t answer my silent prayer, though he does sort of twitch a little in my hand, which I take as a sign he’s got my back on this. Here we go, baby.
I take as much of Dom in my mouth as I can, angling to the side a bit to take more. He pulls me deeper until I gag a little. I’ve never done this on such a big boy before.
Is he disappointed I can’t take him deeper? I look up. He’s staring at my mouth, watching me struggle. His eyes dart to mine for a split second, but then go back to my mouth.
I try again.
“Fuck, angel. Look how good you take my cock.” He cups the back of my neck, pulling me deeper onto him. “Still taking me deep even when you gag.” He brushes my hair out of my eyes. “Tu sei perfetto.”
I readjust myself, inching closer on my knees. I try to do that ‘open your throat’ thing Gina brags about, even though I’m not exactly sure what that means, but maybe it’s just a swallowing motion?
“ Fuck, baby. Fuck. Suck me just like that.”
Ooh, he liked that. I swallow again and cup his balls, giving them a firm squeeze.
“Take it. Take every inch. Fuck, Paige.” He thrusts his hips up at the same time he presses on the back of my head.
I started this adventure, but now he’s taking control, which I know he can’t help. I’m making these weird porno blowjob noises that sound like a sea lion barking for a treat. I hate making any noise, and I definitely hate making this noise, but I can’t help it.
Damiano, on the other hand, seems to love it. “Jesus Christ. I want to blow my entire load straight down your throat when you take me like this.” He threads his fingers into my hair and gently pulls me off him, then pulls me back down. “I could watch you do this all night. Fucking gorgeous.” He pulls me off and back on a few more times, grunting and cursing each time I take him.
I swallow hard to take him deeper.
Dom tries to say something. It’s not an actual word. But it is the encouragement I need to take him deeper, to suck even harder. I’m still making weird slurping sounds that he definitely doesn’t mind. The way he’s tangled one hand in my hair above my ear, holding my head against his thrusts. He’s so into this.
“Like that.” He’s leaning forward, practically wrapped around me. His grip on my neck tightens, not letting me go. “I’m close, angel. I’m going to come straight down your throat. Can you swallow every drop for me?”
I nod and look up at him. He’s staring down at me, his mouth open, his upper lip snarled.
I squeeze his balls one more time as I take him as deep as I can, gagging but not backing off. My other hand slides up to his happy trail, gripping at his skin to pull him closer.
Dom’s back arches and groans as his salty mess pulses down my throat. I couldn’t pull away if I wanted to.
After a few seconds, his grip loosens but he doesn’t let go. He’s still holding me close to him as his body collapses back onto the couch. He takes a few deep breaths in and out, rubs my lip with his thumb again. “Open your mouth, angel. Show me you swallowed every drop.”
The command in his voice sends a shiver down my back. Of course I do as he says and stick out my tongue.
“Such a fucking goddess when you take me like that. Get over here.” He pulls me up onto his lap, kisses me deep, then collapses back into the couch. “I need a few minutes to recover from that.”
I bury my face against his chest, the soft hairs against my cheek.
Dom pets the back of my hair. “This isn’t temporary.”
“What? You being so drained you’re about to pass out?” Plus the food coma that’s probably catching up with him again.
“No. Us. You and me, angel. This.”