Chapter 26 ATHENA #2
I edged closer, lips crashing against his with a hunger that matched his own.
Dominic’s hands gripped the leather seats behind him, his body pressing back, giving me all the space I needed.
My fingers slipped under his waistband, freeing him in one slow, deliberate motion.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling it thicken and pulse beneath my touch.
A low groan tore from his throat between our kisses.
He spread his arms wide, surrendering completely, and I took the invitation without hesitation.
I started slowly, my hand moving up and down, teasing, learning the way he reacted.
My fingers brushed his piercing accidentally, but he pressed into my hand, craving more.
“Show me how you like it,” I whispered against his mouth. “I want to please you.”
“Fuck, dollface… talking like that is killing me. Wrap your hand tighter, move faster, harder. Whatever you do, I will like it.”
His words ignited something fierce inside me. I tightened my grip, picking up the pace, matching his moans, chasing the pleasure I could see building behind his dark eyes. His fingers tangled in the back of my hair, pulling me closer as his kisses grew rougher, hungrier.
“Athena… stop before I lose it all in your hand,” he gasped. “Jesus, you’re good. Why the hell are you so good at this?”
“I’m a fast learner,” I smirked against his lips.
His praise was fuel, a spark that set me on fire, but I wanted more. A wicked thrill surged through me. I slid my panties off, tossing them aside. His eyes darkened, jaw clenched.
“What are you doing, Athena?”
“What do you think?” I smiled, batting my lashes like an innocent tease.
“You’re driving me crazy, that’s what.” He chuckled darkly.
I leaned in closer, breath warm against his ear.
“I want to try something. With you.”
His eyes flickered, sharp and dangerous.
“Better be on me, dollface. Any other man touching you? Bad luck for him.”
“What, you’d kill a man if he touched me?”
“Killing’s the mercy he’d get. He’d be begging for a quick death.” His voice was deadly serious. My hand found his cheek, tracing the scar there, heart pounding.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Dominic’s gaze pierced mine, fierce and unyielding.
“You’d be surprised what limits I’ll cross for something I believe in.” He nodded toward me. “Now, tell me—what exactly do you want to try?”
I swallowed hard, cheeks burning, confessing softly,
“I want to be on top.”
He blinked, then smirked, hand threading into my hair, not rough, but possessive enough to send shivers down my spine. The heat pooling between my legs made the leather seat damp.
“You wanna ride me, dollface?” His voice was thick with promise.
I nodded, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. A storm of emotions flickered across his face, then his eyes locked onto mine, burning brighter than any light. He settled back, legs parting, cock rising to meet me. His grip tightened in my hair—a warning and an invitation.
“Then ride me, dollface. Straddle me with those pretty legs. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He invited me, and I didn’t hesitate. I straddled his lap like I was born to do it, my dress hiking up just enough to reveal the bare skin he wanted to see. A low, satisfied groan rumbled from Dominic as I settled against him.
Without breaking eye contact, he pulled a condom from his wallet, fingers deft and practiced as he rolled it down over his length.
I was mesmerized by the strength in his hands, the effortless confidence.
When he was ready, he leaned back, arms spread wide, devilishly handsome in the dim glow.
My hands found his broad shoulders, relishing the firmness beneath my fingertips.
“Take off your dress,” he ordered. “I want to watch your sweet tits bounce while you ride my cock.”
The fabric slid away, pooling on the floor. I was bare, trembling, but more turned on than I’d ever been. I bit my lip, clutching the material of his shirt as heat flooded me. He was fully dressed, composed, while I was soaked and trembling, draped over him.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I admitted. A slow, amused smile curved his lips. “What if you don’t like it?”
“Hard to do something I wouldn’t like, Athena.” His eyes roamed over me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Now put me inside you.”
I took him in my hand, positioning myself carefully on top.
The first contact when his hardness pressed against me shot a shock wave straight through my body.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly lowered myself, taking those first deep inches.
The burn of stretch mixed with the heat of pleasure, flooding me.
Dominic clenched his fists on the leather seats, lips parting in a low grunt as he watched our bodies collide.
I could barely think straight—his cock filling me, stretching me, pain and pleasure tangled so perfectly I cried out softly. When his piercing slipped inside, I froze, caught between sharp sting and dizzying desire.
“Does it hurt?” His voice was hoarse but concerned. “I’m not even halfway in, dollface.”
“I just need a second,” I breathed, nails digging into his shoulders. “You’re big. And hard.”
“That’s how messed up you make me feel every time.” One hand found my chin, tilting my face up to his. When his lips crushed mine, I lowered myself further, swallowing more of him. The rush was intoxicating.
“You can take more of me, Athena,” he urged, fingers tapping the seat as if holding himself back. “Feel your pussy sucking me in? She wants more. Be brave. Give it to her.”
I cried out as I sank fully down on him, hips settling against his. Dominic’s jaw clenched, eyes closed, a guttural groan escaping him.
“Fuck, your pussy is addicting.” He ran his tongue over his lips, fighting with himself. “You’re driving me crazy, Athena.”
But I was lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the new angle, the fullness of him inside me. I moved, slow and steady at first, rolling my hips against him with each stroke. Dominic’s moans deepened, sounds I’d never heard before. He leaned back, hands spread wide, letting me take control.
“Fuck, you look so hot, Athena. Does my cock feel good inside you?”
“So good,” I moaned. The pain was gone, replaced by a fierce pleasure that rocked me with every thrust. “You feel amazing, Dominic.”
“Fuck me like you mean it,” he growled. One hand slammed down on my ass, the sharp smack echoing between us. “Fuck me like you hate me, Athena. Deep and hard.’’
And I did. I rode him hard, pulling him close, kissing him fiercely as we moved together, breath ragged and hearts pounding. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, but judging by the way he gripped my ass, he liked it just fine.
“Who’d have thought you’d be such a good girl, jumping on my cock like you were starving for it?” He murmured against my lips, biting my bottom one as he thrust up, hitting that spot that made me shiver. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you take me, Athena.”
“Dominic.” I moaned his name loud and proud, glad we were alone out in the middle of nowhere. The car shook with our rhythm, but neither of us cared. My hand braced against the window, grounding me as I rode him fast and hard.
“Do me a favor, dollface. Come with my name on your lips.” His hand cupped my breast as I rolled my hips, drawing low moans from him. “I want to hear you calling out my name when you’re milking me.”
I obeyed without hesitation, his words sending me over the edge, my body exploding around him. Waves of pleasure crashed through me as I cried out his name, tightening down on him again and again until my mind went blissfully blank.
“Shit, that was so fucking hot,” he cursed, hands grabbing my ass, pounding into me relentlessly. His gentle side was gone. The slick sounds of our skin slapping echoed in the car as he filled me completely.
“You’re going to give me one more, yeah?” His fingers found my clit, kneading with expert pressure as he slammed into me. I was drained, but utterly helpless to resist his touch. “You love coming on my cock, don’t you, dollface?”
“Yes,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as his thumb worked magic.
“You love milking the cock of the man you hate,” he growled, his other hand slapping my ass hard, leaving a burning mark. “If only you could see yourself… so fucking hot.”
I came again, fast and fierce, the world shaking beneath me as my moans tangled with his. He slammed one last time before stilling, burying himself deep inside me, coming with my name on his lips. I collapsed against him, gasping for air.
When we caught our breath, Dominic carefully slid me off, and I already hated the emptiness that followed as he removed the condom.
The sweet ache between my legs promised it would linger long after.
His face was slick with sweat, hair tousled, but he looked as breathtaking as ever.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away—not that I wanted to.
I had lost myself in Dominic Stone so completely, I feared I’d crossed the line between right and wrong so long ago, and I wasn’t sure if anything could save me now.