CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
NOAH
I didn’t think this night could get any more surreal. With Dom holding tight to my hand, we descended the stairs, entering a finished basement that smelled like him. The stairs brought us into a living room area with workout equipment in one corner. I took a moment to survey the space. Dom’s space.
Basic but comfortable. A couch with a TV and a game system. A coffee table with a coffee mug he had yet to take up to the kitchen. A pair of sweatpants tossed over the arm of the couch. I liked being there.
“Nice digs,” I said, giving him a flirtatious wink. “Where’s the bedroom?”
Dom rolled his eyes, pulling me along down the hall to one of two bedroom doors. “Don’t make me regret bringing you here.”
I chuckled. “I can pretty much guarantee you will have no regrets.”
“You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?” Dom shoved open the door, motioning for me to enter first before closing the door behind us.
His scent was so much stronger in here. I breathed it in, needing to taste him too. My gaze went to the bed in the middle of the room. To the sheets still rumpled from him sleeping there the night before.
“I know what I bring to the table. You know it too. That’s why I’m here. Isn’t it?” I turned to face him, daring him to protest.
Instead, he shoved me against the closed door, grabbing me by the throat as he kissed me. A frantic kiss that I felt in my bones. My cock immediately came to life, ready for all of him.
“Maybe don’t try to kill me this time,” I said, remembering the church when he’d almost choked the life out of me.
Amusement gleamed in Dom’s dark eyes. “Oh? Are we not doing that anymore?”
That wicked glint in his eyes did something to me. It reached inside me to a place beyond the physical. Grabbing tight. Making me his.
When he kissed me again, I lost my head a little. It didn’t take much for Dom to make me crazy. We battled for dominance. Our tongues engaged in a war neither of us would win. Although we wouldn’t exactly lose either.
Fisting a handful of Dom’s hair, I jerked his head back, going for his neck. Needing to taste his skin. Dragging my tongue up under his ear before sucking the lobe into my mouth. In a hurry to get me naked, he pulled at my clothing. Yanking my hoodie up over my head.
I wanted to feel him too. We hastily pulled off one another’s clothes, tossing items without care. When we both stood there in our boxers, he surprised me by dropping to his knees on the carpet. Reaching for my cock through my underwear, stroking me several times before pulling my boxers down.
My lungs ached as I held my breath, watching as he sucked the head of my cock into his mouth. Fuck I’d never felt anything so good. Dom hastily sucked me deep, like he couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to wait either. There was no time for teasing and slow build ups.
Watching him flick the tip of his tongue over the head of my cock was my kryptonite. The soft warm inside of his mouth tested my control. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I watched the soft dark strands slide through my fingers as he bobbed on my dick.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” I murmured.
Dom glanced up at me, our eyes locking. While holding my gaze, he dragged his tongue down my shaft to my balls before dragging it back up again. How I ever managed to get this dark god on his knees for me I would never know.
Wanting desperately to prolong the moment, I did my best to hold back. Every time he sucked me deep into his throat, I almost came. I didn’t want to give in to the many mind blowing sensations just yet. He was quickly stripping away my control.
“Come for me, gorgeous,” he demanded. “Let me taste you.”
Motherfucker. How could I resist a command like that? I bit down on my bottom lip, doing my best to fight the need to do exactly what he said. As much as I loved a good fight, especially with Dom, I quickly lost the battle.
I came with a jerk of my hips, shooting a hot stream of cum into his mouth.
He reached around to grab my ass, holding me tight against him as he swallowed every drop.
My entire body trembled with the power of my release.
Even though I’d had plenty of lovers over the years, I felt like I was experiencing the full spectrum of pleasure for the first time.
Dom rose from the floor, licking a stray drop from his lips. Everything about this man turned me on like crazy. I dragged him close, voraciously kissing him. Tasting myself on his tongue.
My hand went to his cock as I shoved his underwear down. As the fabric slid down his legs, he kicked it aside. Locked in a hot embrace, we stumbled toward the bed, Dom moving backwards as I pushed him along.
I loved the way his cock felt in my hand. So fucking hard and ready for me. Swirling my thumb through the precum gathered, I brought it to my lips for a taste.
“Do I get to fuck you this time?” I asked with a quirk of my eyebrow.
Dom tightly gripped my jaw, brushing his lips along my cheek. “Is that what you want?”
“It is. I need to know what it feels like to be inside you.” Not every guy was a switch. Some preferred to top or bottom without changing it up. Since I wasn’t sure about Dom, I needed to feel him out.
Dom tilted his head to one side as if considering my request. Then a vicious smile crossed his face. “I like that you want it so bad. I don’t think I want to change that just yet.”
He turned us around, shoving me down onto the bed. Opening the drawer of his bedside table, he produced a bottle of lube.
I understood the game we were playing. He wanted to call the shots here. He wanted to remind me that he was in control. I strongly suspected he was simply afraid to stop fighting me.
“I get real lube this time?” I laughed softly.
“Well, you don’t have to,” Dom smirked. “Although I think it will make this go a little smoother for both of us.”
He squirted a healthy dollop of lube onto his palm before rubbing it along the length of his cock. Rising up over me on the bed, Dom stared down at me, a predatory glint in his eyes. He shoved my legs apart, hooking one over his forearm, opening me up to him.
Eager anticipation gripped me. As much as I wanted to have him in this position, I was more than happy to take his cock. I wanted Dominik in any way I could have him.
He held steady eye contact as he slowly pressed inside me. Something heavy and powerful passed between us. Something deep and binding. I searched him for any sign that he felt it too.
Like my intense gaze became too much for him, Dom closed his eyes and kissed me while thrusting deep.
I sucked his tongue into my mouth. Taking him into me in all ways.
My hands ran down his body, over the hard planes and firm lines, feeling the taut muscle beneath my fingers. How was he so fucking perfect?
Dom’s pace became frantic. His thrusts rough. If I’d been new to this, it would have been too much for me. As it was, I only wanted more. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“I love the way you fuck me,” I moaned. “Your cock feels so fucking good inside me, prince.”
Dom’s voice was husky and thick with pleasure. “I knew you wanted it. Months ago I knew you wanted me.”
“You wanted me too.” I scraped my fingernails down his back, enjoying the way he shuddered and moaned. “Every punch was just foreplay, wasn’t it?”
He nailed me with an especially hard thrust, stealing my breath. “Oh I definitely wanted to punch you. I still do.”
The feeling was entirely mutual. Despite wanting to come apart all over this man’s cock, I still couldn’t deny the inner need to violently hurt him. I wasn’t sure what that said about either of us. We were both a little unhinged in that way.
Feeling the sudden need to take back some of the control he so easily possessed, I grabbed hold of Dom’s waist and rolled us over. Now that I was on top looking down at him, I felt the power shift between us.
I rode his cock, sliding up and down his hard shaft. At the same time, I wrapped my hands around his throat. “I could kill you right now. It would be so easy.”
The grin that spread across Dom’s face brought my own cock back to life. Sliding a hand beneath his pillow, he pulled out a switchblade knife, flicking it open. “I dare you to try.”
He held the knife to my throat. Every time I slid down his shaft, the blade pressed tighter against my skin.
The sting of the weapon made my eyes roll back in my head.
Everything about being with him felt so fucking good.
So far beyond anything else I’d experienced.
There was something about Dom. Something dark and magical.
I gripped his throat tighter as he thrust up into me. We both groaned, a sound made almost in unison. A shared ecstasy. Only when his face began to turn red did I release my hold and allow him to breathe again.
With a slight flick of his wrist, Dom nicked me with the blade. Just enough to send one crimson rivulet sliding down my neck and chest. He tossed the knife aside, reaching to trace the path of the blood drop. Capturing the drop on his fingertip, he sucked it into his mouth.
There was something so captivating about that simple action. I found myself wondering who really was Dominik Taylor? What made him so strangely alluring? Why couldn’t I resist him?
Every time his cock rubbed against my prostate, I almost came all over again. Gripping my dick with one hand, I jerked myself off while he pulled me down onto him over and over again.
Our breaths came faster as our motions increased in pace. I leaned down over him, pressing my forehead to his. Dom gripped the back of my neck, crushing his lips to mine. Moaning into my mouth as he came inside me. Filling me with his cum.
My own cock twitched in my hand, spraying a stream onto Dom’s stomach. My chest heaving, I kissed him with something more than lust and the search for pleasure. I kissed him with something that had been brewing inside of me for longer than I realized.
He kissed me back. A depth to his kiss that matched my own. Surely he felt that too.
I raised up enough to meet his gaze. “What’s happening here?”
I didn’t mean to ask. The question spilled out before I could stop it. Once it was out there, I cringed, wishing I could snatch it back.
Dom’s eyes were heavy lidded, glazed over with the after effects of desire. Like he was on drugs. He touched the side of my face with a gentleness he’d never shown before.
“I have no fucking idea. But for the record, I still hate you.”