19. Ryan #2
He was right. It wasn’t. I wanted more. Wanted to moan as loud as I could. Wanted to take our time together. Wanted more than just these rushed, near-silent moments.
I wanted the whole night. Complete privacy.
With him inside me. Over me. Pinning me. Stretching me.
Consuming me.
My toes curled in my boots as I came. Dominic followed, gasping against my mouth.
“Fuck,” he wheezed, burying his face in my neck. He moved his hand to the side, careful not to drop any of the cum he’d helpfully caught. “I needed that.”
I kissed his temple as I laughed quietly. “Was this morning’s blowjob not enough to keep you going?”
“Nope.” He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the front of my throat. “Nothing’s enough, Shadow. I’m fucking addicted.”
I was glad he couldn’t see the dopey grin I was wearing. “Ditto.”
I was still grinning two hours later as I made my way to the bus stop. Dominic was already there, a cigarette between his fingers as he chatted to Max.
I came to a halt beside them. “Hey.”
“Hey, Shadow,” Dominic cocked his head to the side as he took a slow drag of his cigarette. “You okay? You look…satisfied.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to hold back my grin. “Just happy to be going home.”
“Mm-hmm.” Dominic’s eyes glimmered with mischief. “Got any fun plans?”
I did. He knew I did, having whispered them in my ear as we’d stumbled out of the cupboard, tugging our clothes back into position. “Maybe.”
Max snorted, making me jump slightly. I’d forgotten he was there. From the colour rising on Dom’s cheeks, so had he. “Ryan wouldn’t know fun if it stripped itself down and posed on his bed for him.”
I choked on my spit, slamming a hand against my chest. Dominic, the fucker, just smirked. “I think Ry has hidden depths.”
“Ryan,” Max said through gritted teeth. “His name is Ryan. Not Ry. Not Shadow. Ryan.”
I tensed, my gaze flitting between them.
Max didn’t usually bait Dominic as openly as this.
Then again, I wasn’t surprised. Given how much time the two of us had been spending together, I was amazed Max hadn’t thrown more of a strop before now.
I supposed I had Amy to thank for that. Max was the kind of person who became consumed when in a relationship. Obsessed, even.
I’d never thought I’d be like that myself. Turned out my twin and I were more alike that I’d ever admit in that regard.
Dominic’s gaze was cool as he studied my brother. “By that logic, should I start calling you Maximillian?”
“Fuck off.” Max scowled, kicking at a rock. “It’s not the same and you know it.”
Funny thing was, Max was right. It wasn’t the same. Because when Dominic used these nicknames, it meant something more.
Something he’d never feel towards Max.
“Here’s Amy.” Dominic jutted his chin in her direction. “Better untwist your knickers before she gets here.”
Max rolled his eyes, flipping his middle finger at Dominic before stalking off in her direction.
“He’s getting suspicious,” I said, watching him go. “He doesn’t like us getting closer.”
Dominic shrugged. “He’s going to have to get used to it. You’re not going anywhere.”
I grinned down at the floor, trying to hide just how good that made me feel. “No?”
“Nope.” He nudged me with his shoulder, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Boyfriends, remember?”
My face had to resemble a Disney character’s at this point. Goofy or Dopey, I wasn’t sure which. “Damn straight.”
“What we did earlier definitely wasn’t straight.”
I chuckled before spotting Max and Amy making their way over to us. Sighing, I took a reluctant step away from Dominic. There was no point feeding Max’s ire.
My eyes narrowed on the cigarette in Dominic’s hand as he took another drag. “That’s a terrible habit, you know.”
He winked, taking another drag. “It is. The problem is that I’m fucking addicted.”
My cock stirred as I remembered how he’d whispered those words against my skin earlier. “Doesn’t mean it’s not bad for you.”
A dark look flickered through his eyes. “Maybe I like having an addiction I don’t have to hide.”
A lump formed in my throat. Was Dominic struggling with keeping us secret?
I didn’t know what possessed me. Maybe it was how he kept reminding me that we were boyfriends, or the hint that he didn’t like hiding us. That he was finding it as hard as I was to keep his hands to himself. Whatever it was, it sent a wave of recklessness washing over me.
I plucked the cigarette from his fingers and dropped it to the floor. Without looking away from him, I crushed it under my heel. “Not all addictions are worth having. Some might kill you.”
“Any addiction can kill you,” Max said as he came up beside us, his arm slung over Amy’s shoulders. Even having his girlfriend there hadn’t erased the suspicion on his face. “But you can’t tell Dominic what to do. No one does that.”
“I’m not telling him what to do,” I said, not looking away from Dominic. Dominic, whose face was completely unreadable. “I’m suggesting he finds a healthier outlet.”
“You’re such a goody-two-shoes,” Max muttered, pulling out a cigarette packet and extending it to Dominic. “Here. Ignore him. Have one of mine.”
I held my breath, waiting to see what he’d do. It was stupid, really. Of all things to take a stand over, why had I chosen this one? Had I known it would come down to this—Dominic having to pick one of us to listen to?
Maybe I had, because as Dominic shook his head, I felt a sense of giddiness and joy that was almost overwhelming. “Nah, I’m okay. Shadow’s right. It’s no good for me.”
Max’s face turned dark, but we were saved from a hissy fit by the arrival of the bus.
“Come on,” Dominic said, offering me a smile. “Let’s grab our usual seats.”
Max’s glare lingered on me the entire journey home. Dominic didn’t seem to notice, but I did.
We were pushing Max to his limits. It wasn’t a question of if he’d blow, but when.
I just had to hope he wouldn’t take us all down when he did.