Chapter Fourteen
The movers that Dom hired set down the last box in the living room before Dom signs their paperwork. They thank him and step out of his apartment, well, I guess, my apartment too. If you can even call it an apartment. It’s more like a mansion in the sky.
I’ve been here a few times before, but we usually spend time at my place, so it all feels…different. Two strong arms slide around my waist, pinning me against his chest as his lips murmur against the sensitive curve of my neck.
“What are you thinking?”
“How crazy I am to let you move me into your place in less than twenty-four hours.”
A low chuckle fills the room as he nuzzles deeper into my neck.
“It’s your place now, Blake. Whatever you want to do, consider it done. I can give you my card, and you can buy all-new furniture. Or I can hire an interior decorator, and you can let them do all the work. I want you to be comfortable,” he says as he turns me to face him.
I can’t help but laugh and shake my head.
“I’m sorry. I know that you’re well-off and everything, but this is like the shit billionaire men say in those romance novels. Your place is great, nicer than anywhere I’ve ever lived.”
“You’re not hearing me, baby. I don’t want it to be my place, I want it to be our place.”
I look up at his deep brown eyes, so intense, so focused. God, I feel way too much for this man, way too fast. I’m not being careful with my heart, and I know this slope is only about to get a whole lot slipperier now that we are living together.
Can’t wait to explain this one to Gabby.
Leaning up onto my toes, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against his as his hands travel down my body. They settle on my ass before he’s lifting me into the air and pressing me against the wall. I swear, just a single touch is all it takes for us, and with the way his tongue is beginning to ravage my mouth, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
His lips run up and down my neck, leaving small nipping trails in his wake as I grind myself against his hard-on.
“Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you say it,” he says against my skin.
“I want you to fuck me against this wall right here, right now.”
His eyes flick up to mine as one of his hands releases me and goes to his pants.
“Done.”
He crushes his lips against me once again while he pulls his cock out and rips yet another pair of yoga pants, making his access all the easier. The man is going to owe me an entire drawer full at this point.
I hear the shuffling of the condom wrapper before Dom pulls away from me, ripping it with his teeth and spitting the torn piece to the ground. My pussy pulses as I watch him roll the condom on before he pushes the head of his cock through my torn yoga pants and past my panties. It’s tight at first, but Dom has never been one to take things slow, as he pushes all the way inside me until we’re completely flush. He blows out a heavy breath as he presses his forehead against my own.
“You ready?”
I bite my lower lip and nod quickly. He smirks before his hips begin thrusting. From this position, I can’t do much but be at his mercy, which, trust me, is not a bad thing. I still do what I can, bouncing on his cock and desperately trying to rub my clit against him before I say the hell with it. Reaching down beneath my pants, I rub my fingers against my clit, instantly forcing a moan to fall from my lips.
“Fuck, baby. You like playing with yourself while you ride my cock?”
“I’m not sure I’m riding it as much as I’m taking it.” I laugh before he thrusts deep, practically all the way to my uterus, I swear.
“And you’re taking it so. Fucking. Good,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Dom,” I moan.
“Yeah, baby. Say my name, I want to hear my name on your lips when you fall apart for me.”
Dom’s hands are gripping my ass tightly until one snakes up my torso, all the way up to my throat before his fingers wrap around it.
I should be terrified right now. In any other situation, I would be. I don’t like tall men even standing over me, yet I’ll let this one pin me by the throat against the wall and fuck my brains out. Dom isn’t just some man, though. He’s quickly becoming my favorite person. He knows me almost better than I know myself, and I think, in a way, I know him the same. It’s crazy and fast and insane, but there is no one that I feel like I trust more, especially in this moment, than him.
I feel my pussy throb against his cock as he adjusts his angle, fucking me in a way that has his head rubbing against my G-spot over and over again. Before I can stop myself, my pussy clenches and my orgasm rips through my entire body. I scream out Dom’s name at the top of my lungs as I rub my clit and use him to wring every ounce of pleasure out of this as I can.
“Fuck,” he mutters before his cock throbs inside me. His grip on my throat and ass tighten as he rides out his own orgasm, letting out a ragged breath when it’s passed.
Slowly, he lowers me to my feet before cupping my face gently. He lifts my chin up before brushing his lips against mine in probably one of the softest kisses we’ve ever shared. I find myself smiling when he pulls away before he whispers to me, “Welcome home, baby.”
A warm tongueruns through my pussy lips. It does it again and again, but it’s not enough to fully wake me. I murmur for Dom to go to sleep, but I don’t think I fully form words because after we fucked three more times before bed, I’m exhausted.
I’m almost fully back to sleep when I feel the pressure of something being pushed inside me. It’s warm and hard, and I can’t help but groan, half in pleasure and half in discomfort.
“Dom,” I finally groan, turning my head to the side and reaching for his body to push him off.
“Shhh,” he whispers into my ear before he begins thrusting softly and slowly.
I’m trapped in a sleepy daze, not really awake but not really asleep, only the feeling of being so full and small waves of pleasure running through me with each thrust. It feels different, though, and not just because I’m half dead to the world.
“Condom,” I murmur as I blink hazily up at Dom’s shadowed form above me.
“We don’t need one. I need to be close to you,” he rumbles low.
“I’m not on birth control, dummy,” I huff as I try to push him off me once more.
“It’s okay,” he says, his fingers dragging against my skin, drawing soothing circles that have me softly lulling back to sleep.
I think I hear him say something else, but I choose to lean into the sleep that is desperate to pull me under instead. I feel a warmth flood inside me and another wave of pleasure that I think is my own orgasm. Either way, in the next moment, it stops before Dom presses his lips to mine and whispers, “Sweet dreams, angel.”
When my eyes blink open,it takes me a moment to figure out where I am. Then I remember I’m at Dom’s apartment, my apartment now. Rolling over onto my side, I see him asleep beside me, one of his hands tucked behind his head as he gently breathes in and out.
I go to stand up and use the bathroom but when I stand, something is wrong. I’m wet between my legs, really wet. There is no way I started my period since I just finished it last week.
As soon as I make my way into the bathroom, I’m able to confirm that I definitely didn’t start my period. Then, the hazy memory of last night comes to me. Dom on top of me, him licking me and fucking me without a condom. What a fucking asshole! I can’t believe he would do that. He knows I’m not on birth control, and he went and did it anyway.
Anger begins running through my veins as I do my best to control my temper. I need to help do inventory at the bar today, so I had to get up early anyway. I finish cleaning myself up in the bathroom and take a quick body shower before I wrap myself in a towel. I make fast work of grabbing clothes and am just getting my pants on when Dom stirs awake.
“Baby? Why are you awake?” he asks groggily.
“Gotta go,” I say as I slip on my socks.
“To work? Want me to drive you?”
“I can drive myself,” I snap before blowing out an irritated breath.
A look of alarm crosses his face before he slides out of bed and makes it over to me in three large steps. He rests his hands on my shoulders, to which I quickly shrug them off before he cocks his head to the side.
“What’s wrong?”
I refuse to look at him, staring at the ugly abstract art painting in the corner instead. I feel his hand slip under my chin and force my gaze to his. I don’t try to dim my irritation or disgust at his behavior as I look at him.
“You had no right.”
“For?” he questions.
“Last night! I told you no, and you did it anyway. Now I have to go to the fucking pharmacy and spend sixty dollars that I shouldn’t need to because you were too careless and too horny.”
He blinks at me slowly like I’ve lost my mind before he reaches for me again.
“Baby, slow down. What are you talking about?”
I laugh hollowly and shake my head.
“Oh, that’s cute. Is that how you get out of trouble? Play dumb? You fucked me last night, Dom. While I was sleeping. And you didn’t use a condom. I slept with your cum inside me all night. Let’s add a possible UTI to the equation. Thanks for that.”
He shakes his head softly before his head stops moving, his body goes rigid, and his jaw clenches.
“You’re sure?”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, the wet panties gave it away this morning. Just get the fuck away from me right now.”
I go to walk away, but he’s too fast, wrapping an arm around me and spinning me around until I’m facing him again. I don’t try to fight back, as it would be futile if I did. He holds me tight as he looks deep into my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I promise, it’ll never happen again. I’ll make sure of it.”
“You do that. I gotta go.”
“I’ll get you the pill, just head to work. I’ll drop it off with some lunch, okay?” he offers.
“Don’t bother,” I say with an irritated breath as I move out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. I grab my purse and slip on my shoes before heading out the door. Amazingly enough, Dom doesn’t follow me. I don’t know why I expected him to be the type to chase after me and not drop it until I forgave him. I’m relieved he isn’t, though, because although a pill can solve it, it’s the whole going rogue thing that has me more than a little pissed off.