Chapter Nineteen
Bella
Lord. The man’s fingers are lethal weapons of mass orgasms, and the fact I’ve never had one with another person involved until now is a shame because that was amazing.
I blink and rock backward. His solid thighs rest against my ass, emphasizing the strong possibility that he’s a unicorn at everything. It’s reckless and destined to break my heart, but I want to have sex with him. At least once.
Once before the alcohol is completely gone and reality sinks in. I glance around the interior of his pickup. Not here. We’re in the middle of a darkened parking lot where anyone could walk by and see us. And one of my brothers is inside.
“Listen….” I bite my bottom lip. Where do we go? He shares his place with my brothers and their friends. I don’t want them hearing us having sex. And I live with my parents. Ugh.
“Right.” He straightens as his hand drops to his lap. “I should take you home.”
“Yeah.” I nod and climb off his lap and onto the passenger seat. I shake my head. “I can call an Uber if you’d rather not take me home.”
He twists the ignition. “Don’t be ridiculous. I live ten minutes from your place. It wouldn’t make sense for me to leave you waiting here for 20 to 30 minutes for a ride when I can drop you off on the way home.”
“Thanks.” Crap. My pants are still unzipped. As I fasten them and snap on my seatbelt, Dominic drills his fingertips on the steering wheel. I should’ve never done this. Things were awkward between us before. Now, they’ll be unbearable.
He’s seen my O face. Heat travels up my neck and across my face. Even my armpits are sweating.
As he pulls out of the parking lot, I stare at the parked vehicles and oncoming traffic. What was I thinking? I’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again. I groan and smack the back of my head against the headrest. The buzz is gone, and reality has hit.
****
The pickup rocks forward, jerking me from my sleep. I lurch upright and survey my surroundings. Dominic’s pickup. My driveway. Please tell me I didn’t snore. Or drool.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you.” He stares straight ahead at the garage. The pickup is still running but he’s cut the lights to keep from waking everyone up.
“It’s fine.” I bite my bottom lip as my heart thunders in my ears.
He turns to face me. “I realize this has strained our relationship more than it already was. That wasn’t my intention.”
“What was your intention?” Oh, my God, did I say that? What do I expect him to say, ‘I’ve been in love with you for years?’ Please, he’s going to stab you in the heart by saying, ‘I was looking to cop a free feel, and you were horny. It was fun, but it was a mistake.’
He sits there for a second, not saying anything. The house is pitch black, so thankfully, no one will be witness to my humiliation. I grab the door handle. “Thank you for the ride.” And the amazing orgasm.
“Don’t go.”
“What do you mean?” I drop my hand into my lap.
“I wanted to be with you tonight, and it surpassed every expectation I had.” He smiles weakly. “Thank you for an amazing ending to my night.”
No one is up. There are no lights on at our closest neighbor’s house. I lick my lips. “It was phenomenal. I’ve never had an orgasm like that.” Woah. I may still have a tad too much alcohol going through my veins.
“What do you mean, like that?”
I shrug. “Like with another person.”
He closes his eyes and swallows hard. “I don’t think I wanted to know that.”
“I’m sorry.” I grip the door handle again.
“I don’t mean it like you’re taking it. Knowing that no one has taken the time to please you, makes me angry. And….” His voice deepens. “Knowing that I’m the only person who’s seen this side of you makes me crazy.”
He tightens his grip on the steering wheel. If it was alive, it wouldn’t be breathing. I want to have that level of insanity–all over me. I shudder forcefully.
“Come inside with me.” I grab the keys and turn off the ignition.
“Come again?”
I giggle. “You heard me, and yes, I’d love to come again. My parents are asleep. The lights are out. You know they sleep upstairs with two fans on, so they aren’t going to hear anything.”
“I’m not sure I can be quiet when I’m with you.”
“That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” I whimper as his words flow over me. Please, let him say yes. “All I ask is that you try to do your best to keep quiet because after the amazing attention to detail you gave me, the least I could do is return the favor.”
“And that’s the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He drops his hands from the steering wheel, and they ball into fists on his lap. The level of restraint that he’s using to keep his hands off me has my panties coated in desire.
I snap open the door, causing the interior light to come on and meet his gaze. His eyes swim with lust. “Come inside now before I yank your pants down and ride you right here. I promise it’ll feel much better with more room.”
“Jesus.” He shudders, snatches open his door and practically falls out onto the pavement.
The fact that any man wants me with this intensity is overwhelming. The fact that it’s Dominic…. Well, that’s the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me. And likely ever will.
I rush to the door with him following behind me because wherever I stop, it’s going to happen. There’s going to be no stopping. I kick off my shoes in the kitchen and tiptoe through the living room while listening for any sounds upstairs. It’s dark and silent. I dodge the coffee table, narrowly missing it, and Dominic follows suit. He’s been here enough that he doesn’t need the lights on, either.
When I stop in front of the sofa, he grabs my shoulder, spins me around, and kisses me until my toes curl into the carpet. I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands slide under my shirt, lifting it off and tossing it behind me.
“I can’t wait,” he grumbles while unzipping and yanking down my pants and panties in one movement. My head spins at his desperate attempt to disrobe me.
“I–”
“Don’t speak.” He drops to his knees, spreads my legs, and swipes his tongue over my swollen, lust-coated lips.
“Oh!” I gasp as he drops me backward onto the sofa, throws my legs over his shoulders, and feasts on me like he’s at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“More,” he growls, yanking me to the edge of the cushions and grasping my ass, lifting my hips upward. He laps at my seam like he’s trying to clean me, but as soon as he tastes me, I coat his tongue again.
When his tongue dives into my core, I thrust upward, begging for more. It feels so good. My eyes roll back into my head as I fist the cushions. “You taste so good, Wildflower.”
I shudder from head to toe as he slips into my core, swirls over my clit, and sucks the throbbing nub between his teeth. It’s too much. He’s too much. I grind my teeth together to hold on because I don’t want it to stop. “Oh my God, Dom, that’s….”
He leans up as my pussy walls clench in frustration. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He swipes the tip of his finger along my seam. “Tell me.”
I wiggle my ass on the sofa, but he dodges my pursuit of his fingers.
“Say it.”
Fuck. He’s going to make me do it. But the alternative is impossible. I suck down a breath and say, “I want your fingers deep inside of me. I want to come again. So bad…. Please.” My voice is bordering on keening, and I’m so desperate for relief.
“That’s a good girl. I love hearing you talk dirty. Now, come all over these fingers and scream for me.” He shoves two fingers into my center and flicks my clit with his tongue so hard that I almost lose consciousness.
Lick. Suck. Twirl. The movements come fast and repeat in altering patterns as my whimpers are louder than the sound of my pussy grasping his fingers.
Fireworks flash behind my eyes. So close. So fucking close. He adds another finger. “Oh, my God, yes.” I’ve never felt anything like this. I hold my breath as the fireworks behind my eyes scatter in all directions. “Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop. Fuck. Oh my God.” My entire body shatters into a million pieces.
“I love this pussy. So hot and greedy.” The loud unzipping of his pants is followed by the pressure of his cock at my seam and his hand resting by my head as he holds himself upright between my legs. “Relax. Take a deep breath.”
He shoves forward, and my eyes fly open. Pressure. Cold. Metal. “Is that? Oh…,” I gasp as he presses deeper.
“That’s it, Wildflower. Does that feel good? Can you count how many rungs there are?”
“I….” Another piercing slips inside, filling me with his thickness and the cold metal. I wasn’t expecting this. Although, I should have. He works at a tattoo shop with an onsite piercer. My thighs shake as I stretch around him at the exquisite pressure.
“That’s it, Wildflower. Almost halfway there. You can take me. You’re such a good girl. So tight and wet.” His voice is a low growl.
“Almost halfway?” Shit.
“Yes, baby.” His arm shakes as he slowly presses deeper. “You’re doing so good taking my dick.”
“Oh!” I swallow harder and wiggle, taking more of him, but he’s still not fully seated. His mouth trails along my jawline.
“Just a little more. Relax, baby.” And then, his balls are settled against my ass. Thank God. I don’t think I could’ve taken any more.
I wrap my legs around him and tangle my hands into his hair. “It feels so good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt.” I dig my fingernails into his skull as he rocks against me.
“So, you like how it feels to have me deep inside of you? Filling every inch of you?”
“Yes. Please, it feels so good.” Without moving, he’s touching all of me as my walls flex and quiver.
“Jesus, Wildflower. Don’t do that. I’m trying to stay in control here,” he growls and grips my hips, keeping me in one place.
A smile curves up my lips. I didn’t do anything. He’s ready to come just being inside of me. A thrill runs down my spine, and I rotate my hips in a circle, which is rewarded with a growl.
“Fucking tease.” He digs his fingertips into my flesh and pounds his cock into my sex. The sensation of my pussy getting pummeled is enhanced by his erratic, uncontrolled movements and the piercings that hit every quivering inch of me.
“You feel so fucking good. Like nothing else,” he says between gasps for air while tipping my hips upward and battering my G spot.
My eyes roll back into my head. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. You feel so good.”
Seconds turn to minutes as we lose all ability to remain quiet or in control. He reaches up my body, grasping my breasts, squeezing, pinching, and tugging on my nipples.
“Yes, Dom!” My ass bucks off the sofa as my orgasm rocks through me. “Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. Yes, fuck. Oh, my God.”
“That’s it, Wildflower, milk my cock. It feels so good when you squeeze me like that.” He continues to ride through my orgasm as my brain shatters into a million pieces.
“Fuck!” he grunts, and jerks inside of me as his entire body quakes against me. He smashes his mouth over mine as he collapses on top of me. I hold tighter as the enormity of the situation hits me in the heart. Nothing will ever be the same.
The lights in the kitchen flip on, and we freeze in place with his tongue and dick still inside of me. My father opens the refrigerator and digs around for a bottle of water. Neither of us moves as my heart thumps in my ears. Please, don’t turn around. Please, don’t turn around.
He snaps the light off, marches across the kitchen in his boxers, and whistles on his way back up the stairs.
“Shit.” Dominic falls backward, scrambling to his feet, and yanks his pants back up. “I’ve got to go before your dad sees us.” He clears his throat. “This was–”
“A mistake. I get it.” I crawl off the sofa, bending over in search of my clothes while blinking back tears. I don’t want to be a mistake. Damn it. Hold it together. I spin on my heel and walk to the downstairs bathroom door. “You know the way out. Thank you for the ride.”
I slip inside and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup is smeared all over my face. Thank God it was dark. He would’ve thrown up while having sex with me if he saw how much of a shitshow I look like.
After I grab the edge of the basin, his pickup grumbles to life. For Dominic, this was another one-night stand. For me–this was everything. How do I survive seeing him again and not shatter at his feet?