Chapter 26 Kobe
Kobe
It was late when we got to bed. By the time we wrapped Cosette’s presents and indulged in a few more holiday drinks, we were both fading fast. A make-out session on the couch turned to lazy kissing in the dark of the bedroom. It ended with sloppy hand jobs.
The box of condoms I’d slipped into Dominique’s hand earlier lay on the bedside table, but neither of us reached for them, mutually deciding that we were too drunk and too exhausted to take that step.
“What time does Cosette usually get up?” I murmured, draping an arm over Dominique and nuzzling my face against the back of his neck.
He clung to my hand, keeping it pressed tightly against his abdomen. Our lower bodies molded perfectly together, warm and sated.
“She was late to bed, so it’s hard to say. Typically, she wakes between seven and eight when I don’t have to work.”
I groaned, and Dominique chuckled, his chest bouncing. “I’ll need strong coffee.”
“I can do that.”
I was losing the battle with sleep, absorbed in Dominique’s scent and heat. It was the most content and happy I’d been in a long time, and on Christmas no less. As the haze of sleep pulled me under and I slipped beneath the veil, Dominique spoke, startling me awake.
“Kobe?”
“Mm,” I mumbled, unable to form words.
“I’m an earlier riser than Cosette.”
“I know. You’re a freak.”
Another chuckle. “My neighbor. The one who watches her in the morning sometimes. She went away for the holiday. Left three days ago.”
I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, and I was barely following the conversation, but I made a noise of acknowledgement while fighting to stay awake.
“I was wondering… Would you mind if I escaped to the gym in the morning? I’ll be home long before you or Cosette wakes up. Six at the latest.”
“Are you serious? It’s Christmas. The gym won’t be open, and who the hell wants to work out on Christmas?”
“I do.” A note of humor colored his tone. “It’s a twenty-four-hour facility. It doesn’t close. All you need is a swipe card. Diane said she would be gone all week. I may not get many chances to go. You don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable.”
I squeezed his hand and inhaled his unique essence. “No, it’s fine. Cosette won’t freak out if she wakes up early and you aren’t here, will she?”
“I doubt it. She likes you. I wouldn’t have asked if I was worried about her. Thank you, Kobe.”
Kissing his nape, I snuggled deeper. Before long, sleep took me.
I vaguely recalled Dominique leaving in the early morning, having no idea what time he slipped out of bed.
He kissed me lightly and told me he was going, but I wasn’t awake enough to respond with more than a grunt.
I instantly missed the heat of his body and shuffled over to lay where he’d been, absorbing his lingering scent on the pillow.
As I drifted off again, I smiled at the domesticity of it all. I may not have known the first thing about what a functional family looked like, but this had to be close.
The good feeling carried me into a dream that depicted a future with Dominique.
Cosette and émeric played arcade games at the park surrounded by a field of brilliant yellow dandelions.
A scorching summer sun hung high above us.
Dominique lounged on a blanket under a prolific oak, hands cradled behind his head, eyes closed, with his unique half-smile turning the corner of his mouth.
One of his nonfiction books sat beside him.
I unpacked a picnic basket with pierogi from House of Targ and eggnog in a thermos.
Despite the cloudless blue sky, it began to rain, but no one seemed to notice but me.
For whatever reason, in the dream, I had a blanket draped over my shoulders.
Dominique kept trying to take it, and I clung desperately, knowing I’d be cold without it, despite the blazing sun.
In the end, Dominique was stronger, and the blanket vanished.
I whimpered and squirmed. Beneath, I was naked, and cold raindrops peppered my skin.
I shivered, trying to curl away from the assault, but someone prevented me. Then, on a gasp, I opened my eyes as a hot, wet tongue licked a path over the globe of my ass.
Disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings, I registered hands on my calves, lips kissing a path up my spine.
The dream retreated in increments, but the tangled pieces of reality had yet to properly form into a tangible picture.
A stinging nip of teeth.
Another lick.
Raindrops, cold and wet, landed on my skin and trickled down my sides.
Hot breath next to my ear.
The press of a hard cock against my crack.
A coil of fire burst to life in my core.
My heart thrummed with increased blood flow.
My brain came back online.
Dominique’s room materialized. Dark and still. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but it wasn’t morning. The sun had yet to rise.
The body above me rutted again. Dominique dragged his erection over my ass, grinding purposefully.
I groaned, shifting my face away from the pillow to glance over my shoulder. Straddling me, his hands braced on either side of my body, Dominique slowly rocked his hips.
Another drop of water hit my back. His hair was soaked from a recent shower. Droplets peppered his chest, glistening in the faint light coming through the uncovered window.
Our eyes locked. Under the glow of moonlight, I recognized the hungry determination of a man who had gone a long time without sex. He bent and caught my mouth in a blistering kiss unlike any we’d shared to that point. It was frenzied, wild, and untamed.
Dominique lay fully on top of me, crushing me pleasantly to the bed as he continued to grind his lower body against me. I couldn’t move but arched my ass as best I could, encouraging the friction.
He looped an arm under me, clasping my jaw and keeping my head angled properly so he could kiss me deeper. The position was awkward, but I didn’t complain, laving and sucking his demanding tongue, catching his bottom lip in my teeth and biting until he hissed.
Our teeth clacked, and his hair dripped over my face. The shower-fresh scent of him engulfed me.
Breaking free from my mouth, Dominique spoke in a raspy tone. “Can I fuck you?”
“You’d better, or this is the worst sort of foreplay.” I hitched my ass, grinding my crack against his hard length.
Dominique fumbled blindly for the condoms on the bedside table. The box fell, and he had to move to retrieve it. I took the opportunity to shift around so I faced him. He found lube in the drawer and placed it on the bed beside us before focusing on me.
Our encounters to that point had been a slow progression of exploration. Tame even. Dominique had always seemed somewhat tentative, and I chalked it up to years of being with the same person or an inexperience with men we still hadn’t talked about.
Whatever reservation previously existed was gone.
Dominique’s confidence outgrew the confines of my expectations, and I was left floundering to catch up.
His kisses were frantic and bruising. His hands groped my skin mercilessly.
He scraped his nails over my bare flesh, no doubt leaving marks.
He clung with a bruising grip. He bit me at random, then soothed the sting with his warm and caring tongue.
All I could do was close my eyes and ride the feverish waves of pleasure.
It was rare that I didn’t take the dominant role in the bedroom.
I’d mistakenly assumed that it was a position Dominique wouldn’t want.
I thought I would be the guide, taking him gently by the hand as we ventured farther down this path together.
I was wrong.
Dominique ravaged me, but I was not one to be utterly compliant. When he pinned me down and seemed sure he had me where he liked, I used my mass to roll us, taking him off guard, so Dominique landed beneath me.
“You’re feisty this morning.” I hovered over his mouth and grinned like the lovesick fool I was. “Got your blood flowing at the gym and now you’re horny, huh?”
“You could say that.” He thrust his hips, grinding our cocks together. “I thought you were going to let me fuck you.”
“I am.” His shower-damp hair stuck to his forehead. When I moved to brush it aside, he took advantage of my distraction and flipped us again.
I laughed as he snagged my wrists, pinning them over my head.
He sandwiched my hips between his knees, keeping me in place.
I lifted my head as he lowered his, and the kiss that followed was intoxicating enough that it made my head spin.
My skin tingled with desire, and I moaned his name, begging him to take me, fuck me, do whatever he wanted.
Before I could process his next move, Dominique slipped down my body, pushed firmly against the back of my thighs so I would lift my legs, and attacked my hole with his tongue and lips.
I cried out and arched off the bed, eyes crossing and toes curling, forgetting a toddler slept in the room next door.
He hissed for me to be quiet before diving back in. I squirmed and clenched my jaw, doing all I could not to be too vocal as I lost my mind.
Delirious, gasping for air, I barely registered Dominique reaching for the condom and lube. The next thing I knew, we were sharing a heady kiss as he pushed inside me.
If I thought his furious pace would regulate, I was wrong.
It distantly occurred to me that maybe this was how Dominique needed it to happen.
Maybe his grief wouldn’t allow it any other way.
Hand jobs and blow jobs were one thing. Perhaps this was a line he struggled to cross, so he needed to control every aspect to get by.
Either way, I surrendered. He could have me however he wanted. If that meant scraping my skin raw and biting bruises into my flesh, so be it. If it meant pinning me down and slamming into me until my ass ached, I would happily take the pounding.