13. Chapter 13 #2
Before I can think myself out of it, I snake my hand to the back of his thick neck and pull him down until our mouths crash. He groans low in his throat, clearly caught off guard.
I take advantage, pushing against him until he’s sitting up, letting me guide him. His hands slide to my hips as I climb into his lap. God, he’s so hard under me. The foreign feeling sends sparks through my stomach.
“You’re such a dick,” I whisper into his mouth.
“Yeah?” He grins against my lips. His grip tightens on my hips, grinding me harder against the thick bulge in his pants.
“Yes,” I pant.
“That’s why you’re grinding on me, sweetheart?”
I fist his hair and tug hard enough to make him grit his teeth. “There she is.” His laugh is low and sinful. “Little fucking menace.”
I kiss him again, harder and sloppier. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just know I need him—desperately, frantically, now.
One hand tangles in my hair and the other grabs my ass. Fabric bunches between us; my whole lower body is exposed to him. I feel his fingers graze the edge of my panties from behind and instinctively arch my back .
I’ve never wanted anything like this in my life.
He yanks my head back by my hair, mouth crashing against my throat. “You drive me fucking insane,” he snarls.
“I haven’t even started,” I breathe, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He laughs, biting the side of my neck again.
I gasp, heat flashing through me like lightning.
“You’re so damn stubborn,” he drawls. “Mouthy. Defiant.” Each word punctuated by the slow press of his mouth against my neck.
His hand slides up my thigh, yanking my dress higher, his mouth sucking a bruise into my collarbone.
“You want to hate me so bad,” he whispers.
“I do.” I buck against him, panting.
He grabs my waist and pulls me down on his hard length, pressing it up against me. “Rub yourself on my cock,” he murmurs.
“W-what?” My mouth falls open.
“You heard me.” His eyes glint like dark fire. “Let me watch. Rub that soaked little pussy on my cock and let me see how desperate you really are. "
Humiliation floods me. Heat floods me harder. I hesitate and he lifts a brow. “What’s the matter? You were acting like a cock-hungry brat five seconds ago.”
I glare at him, cheeks flaming. “So the Captain wants a show?” I ask through gritted teeth.
His teeth clamp his bottom lip and he nods slowly. I roll my hips. And fuck. Even through the fabric, the pressure makes me moan. So big and solid. I can feel everything.
“Fuck,” he groans, letting his eyes close for a moment before grabbing my jaw. “How long have you been this desperate for me, Jess?”
“You’re the desperate one,” I pant, rolling my hips.
“Me?” He presses up harder, holding it against my clit. “You’re the one who sunbathed by my pool with your tits out like a little cock tease.”
“And you,” I pant, “came running like a drooling dog.”
His eyes darken. He grabs my jaw tighter and kisses me, brutal and punishing, all tongue.
“Unzip your dress.” His hand slides up the my back of my dress, his fingers curling into the fabric. “Unless you want me to rip the fucking thing off you and ruin your hard work.”
I reach back with trembling fingers and find the zipper. I pull.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
He pulls the dress over my head in one smooth motion and tosses it aside without looking where it lands. I’m straddling him in nothing but my panties pushed to the side while he’s still fully dressed. I’ve never felt more exposed, and it makes this even hotter.
“Fuck. Look at you.” He leans back slightly, eyes dragging down my body. His hands slide to my thighs. “Grind that pussy on my cock.”
When I hesitate, he slaps my ass lightly. “Now.”
I move—hips grinding down. His cock hard beneath me, his pants rough against my soaked pussy. I moan, sharp and breathy, my head dropping back.
“Eyes on me.” He grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I want to see what I do to you.”
“You’re insane,” I whisper.
“And you love it.” His mouth brushes mine. His hands dig into my hips, and before I can brace, he lifts me and drops me onto my back .
He follows, climbing over me with that unbothered, king-of-everything calm. His body hovers, caging me as the mattress sinks beneath his weight; I’m surrounded by heat, muscle, power.
My heartbeat races while his eyes travel from my face to my bare breasts. His mouth quirks as if he’s fighting a smile, then, without warning, he dips his head and takes one nipple into his mouth—tongue flicking the peak before his teeth scrape down.
“Oh,” I moan, one hand finding the back of his neck and pulling him closer.
My spine arches as his tongue circles raw skin and his teeth clamp the sensitive bud, a sharp jolt that makes me gasp and wrench at his hair.
His mouth moves between them, licking and teasing until I’m making sounds I’ve never heard come out of me before. My whole body lights up, nerves firing in places I didn’t know existed. I’ve never felt anything like this.
He lifts his head, dark slanted eyes burning into mine through heavy brows. “Been wanting to bite these since I saw you trying to flash my gardener by the pool,” he murmurs, and plants a final kiss on my navel. “I would’ve had to kill him if he saw you like this,” he warns, and I fully believe him.
Then he sits back on his heels and reaches for the zipper of his pants.
Time stops.
I blink, propping myself up on my elbows, pulse thumping in my ears as he pulls down the zipper. His eyes don’t leave mine as he reaches inside and draws himself out.
And… fuck.
My lips part; breath leaves me in a hitched gasp. “Wow.” It’s the only thing I can say.
He’s… massive. Flushed at the tip, veins curving down the sides. His cock rests heavy in his hand and it’s already more than I’ve ever imagined, more than I’ve ever seen. Every part of me locks up, too hot and alive.
Dom strokes himself once, slow and lazy. “You know where this is going, don’t you?” he says, hand dragging from base to tip.
My mouth goes dry, my thighs clench. Because of course I do. Still, I whisper, “Tell me. ”
He leans in slowly, one hand braced beside my head, the other still stroking—thick, heavy, ready. The head of his cock brushes my stomach as he looms over me. Instead of speaking, he shows me. He drags the thick head through my pussy, pressing it against me without pushing in—letting me feel it.
“Oh God,” I choke, my eyes fluttering shut. And it hits me, full force, what this means.
That’s going inside me. Me.
I grip the sheets, eyes flying open, breath hitching as he keeps stroking himself on me, gaze fixed on my face like he’s cataloging every reaction.
“This doesn’t stop with kissing and grinding, Jessica,” he murmurs, his voice threaded with amusement.
I open my mouth to be smart, to bite back, but only manage a shaky breath. “You want this?” His eyes hold mine.
“Yes.” I nod.
“You gonna be a good little menace?”
“Yes. Yes, I will.” I nod again, more desperately.
“I don’t believe you.” He tilts his head. “Show me.”
“Show you?” I blink, confused .
“Spread yourself for me, Jessica. Show me how wet you are.”
Heat shoots up my neck and cheeks, but shame is gone. My pulse pounds like a war drum as I swallow, then slowly reach down, heart in my throat. I slide my hands down my thighs and place my fingers on each side of my pussy. Every muscle locks as I part them just far enough to spread myself for him.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t look at him, but I feel him looking.
The sound that comes out of him is a low groan that moves through me. “Fuck me. That’s right,” he rasps. “That’s my good girl. Keep that little pussy open for me.”
My head spins. Then, like a beast accepting an offering, he shifts forward and drags the thick length of himself over my exposed center again. My hips jerk, my thighs clench, and my moan is shameless, high and needy.
“You gonna let me in?” he groans, deep in his chest.
I nod frantically, lips parted.
He’s sliding his cock against my pussy, letting the thick head nudge my clit until I’m writhing, every muscle tight. He leans over me, hand braced beside my head, and his cock presses at my entrance—threatening and promising, resting there without pushing.
His gaze traps me—dark, dangerous. My lips tremble from the mix of sensation and words bubbling up my throat. I want to tell him, but I’m afraid he’ll stop. Still, I muster the courage. “I’ve never done this before.”
His body goes still. His brows draw together, his mouth parting as he processes my words. “What?”
I swallow. “I’ve never had sex.”
“You little liar—”
“I swear,” I plead, desperate now for him to believe me. “I swear, I’m not lying.”
Dominic pulls back just enough to search my face, waiting for the punchline. When I don’t offer one, his jaw ticks. He studies me, trying to find deception, but there’s none—just the flushed truth all over my skin.
“You’re serious?”
I nod. His cock twitches in his hand, still pressed against my core. He’s seething with restraint. “And you’re absolutely sure about this? About me?”
“Yes.”
His head falls forward, and I start to worry that he might not continue. Then his hand tightens on my hip and he lifts his eyes to mine. “This is your last chance. Once you say yes… you’re mine. And I won’t stop.”
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I lift my head and press my mouth to his. He groans into the kiss, tongue stroking deep.
He slides one hand down, wraps his fingers around the base, and lines himself up. The head nudges me—broad, thick, terrifying.
He pulls back just enough to speak. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if it gets too much.” He lowers his head and kisses me as pressure builds. My breath hitches when he starts to push.
I suck in a breath, spine arching off the mattress as the thick head of his cock presses into me.