27. Dominic
Chapter 27
Dominic
I press the call button, my eyes still locked on Tatum. The attendant's prompt arrival makes things easier. "Close the partition," I command, my voice steady.
Tatum's fingers fidget with the hem of her t shirt, revealing how wound up she is. The soft hum of the partition closing feels like a signal.
I pull her onto my lap in one swift motion. Her surprised gasp quickly morphs into a soft moan as my lips find hers again. The kiss is hungry, urgent. My hand roams to her ass, squeezing firmly.
"He is a fucking idiot," I murmur against her lips. "This ass is to die for."
She pulls back slightly, eyes wide and filled with a mix of surprise and desire. "You think so?" Her voice is breathless.
"More than you know," I reply, pulling her closer, our bodies pressing together.
Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging lightly as she deepens the kiss. It's like she's trying to pour all her frustrations and desires into this moment.
My other hand trails up her back, feeling the soft fabric of her tshirt. "He's blind if he can't see what he's got."
She lets out a shaky laugh, breaking the kiss for a second. "You think he even cares?"
"Doesn't matter," I say, my voice rough. "He's not here. I am."
She bites her lip, eyes searching mine as if looking for something more. "Dominic..." she starts but trails off.
I capture her lips again before she can finish, silencing whatever doubts lingered in her mind. Her body responds instantly, melting into me.
The scent of her perfume mixes with the faint smell of leather from the seats, creating an intoxicating blend that makes me want more.
"Take off your shirt," I command, my voice a low rumble. "I want to see what color bra you have on today. All that time in Victoria's secret has made me a bra enthusiast."
She laughs, a light, musical sound that fills the space between us. "You are ridiculous."
"Off, now…" I reply, my eyes locked on hers.
She gives me a teasing smile and slowly lifts her t-shirt over her head. The sight before me is mesmerizing. Her bra is lace, a deep emerald green that contrasts beautifully with her skin. But what really catches my eye are the freckles scattered across her chest like constellations.
"Beautiful," I murmur, tracing my fingers along the path of those freckles. She shivers under my touch.
"Do you like it?" she asks, her voice soft and uncertain.
"Like it? I fucking love it," I growl, lowering my head to trace those freckles with my tongue. Her skin tastes faintly of salt and something uniquely Tatum.
She gasps as my tongue makes contact, and I can feel her body arching towards me. I trail kisses along her chest, mapping out each freckle like it's a secret star chart only I get to explore.
When I reach the lace fabric of her bra, I bite down gently on her nipple through the material. Her reaction is immediate—a soft moan that escapes her lips, sending a jolt straight to my core.
"Fuck," she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair again. "That feels incredible."
I smirk against her skin, nipping at the fabric once more. "Just wait till I get this thing off you."
Her laughter is breathless now. "Promises, promises."
I look up at her, eyes blazing with intent. "Oh, princess, that's not a promise—it's a guarantee."
I undo her bra with a swift motion, letting the lace fall away to reveal her bare skin. The sight of her exposed breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air, sends a jolt through me.
"Stand up, Tatum." I order, my voice rough with desire.
She complies, her eyes never leaving mine. I unbutton her jeans and push them down her legs, taking my time to admire the way they cling to her curves before pooling at her ankles. She steps out of them gracefully, standing before me in nothing but a lace thong.
I lean forward, my teeth grazing the edge of her thong. "Take it off," I growl, the command clear and uncompromising.
She shivers but obeys, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and sliding it down slowly. The sight of her completely naked has me clenching my fists to keep control. Every inch of her is perfect, from the swell of her hips to the smooth skin of her thighs.
"You're so goddamn beautiful," I murmur, almost to myself.
Tatum smirks, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "And you're a little overdressed."
I don't need any more prompting. In one fluid motion, I whip off my shirt and toss it aside. Her eyes roam over my chest, taking in the tattoos that snake across my skin and the muscles that ripple beneath them.
She stares at me like she's never seen a man before, like she's drinking me in. Her gaze is almost reverent as it moves over every inch of exposed skin.
"Damn," she breathes out, finally meeting my eyes again.
I can't help but chuckle at her reaction. "Like what you see?"
Her smile widens as she steps closer, running a hand over my chest. "Oh you have no idea."
The touch of her fingers on my skin ignites something primal in me. I grab her wrist gently but firmly, pulling her against me. The heat between us is electric, palpable.
"I want you," she whispers, voice trembling with need.
"And you'll have me," I promise, lowering my lips to hers once more.
Her fingers fumble with the button of my jeans, her urgency palpable. I assist, quickly unbuttoning and pushing them down my legs. My dick springs free, and her eyes widen, momentarily taken aback.
"Think you can handle it?" I tease, my voice a low growl.
She bites her lip, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "I don't know... will it fit?"
I smirk, my confidence unwavering. "I'll make it fit. Climb on."
She straddles me, her thighs warm against my hips. My hands find her waist, guiding her as she positions herself above me. I run a finger through her wetness, feeling the slick heat. Bringing my finger to my mouth, I taste her, savoring the sweetness.
"Goddamn," I mutter, licking my lips. "You taste delicious."
Her breath hitches as she starts to sink down on me. The initial tightness is exquisite torture, both for her and me. She pauses, adjusting to the stretch.
"You good?" I ask, my voice softer now.
She nods, biting her lip harder. "Yeah... just need a second."
"Take your time," I assure her, though my patience is hanging by a thread.
Slowly, she continues to lower herself, inch by inch. The sensation of being enveloped by her warmth is almost too much to bear. She finally settles fully onto me, both of us breathing heavily from the intensity of it.
"Fuck," she whispers.
"Yeah," I agree, gripping her hips tighter. "Now move."
She starts a slow rhythm, lifting herself slightly before sinking back down. The friction is maddeningly perfect. Her hands rest on my shoulders for support as she picks up the pace.
I thrust upward to meet her movements, each motion driving us both closer to the edge. Her moans mix with my groans, creating a symphony of raw desire in the enclosed space.
I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her flesh. "I know you've got more spark than that," I say, my voice rough and challenging. "Show me what you got, Tatum."
Her eyes flash with something wild and untamed. She plants her hands on my shoulders, leaning forward, and starts to bounce on my dick. Each descent feels like a jolt of electricity shooting through me.
"That's it," I growl, encouraging her. "Fuck, you feel fucking incredible."
Her breasts bounce with every movement, and it's driving me insane. She catches my gaze and smirks, clearly enjoying the effect she has on me.
"Like that?" she asks, voice dripping with seduction. "You want more?"
"Yeah," I grunt. "Give me everything."
She speeds up, riding me harder and faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air, mingling with our moans. Her eyes never leave mine, challenging me with every thrust.
"Goddamn," I mutter, barely able to hold back. "There she is..."
Her laughter is breathless and wild. "You want me dirty? I'll give you dirty," she says between gasps.
I nod, unable to form words as she continues to ride me like she's got something to prove.
"You're so fucking big," she pants. "Feels like you're splitting me in two."
The way she talks has my blood boiling. My hands move to her ass, guiding her rhythm as she bounces harder. "You're doing so good," I say, voice low and strained. "Keep going."
Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she loses herself in the pleasure. When they open again, they're full of fire. "Tell me how good it feels," she demands.
"Feels amazing," I manage to get out. "You're fucking perfect."
She moans louder at my words, spurring herself on even more. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides me like a woman possessed.
"Tell me you're close," she begs, her voice desperate now.
"I'm so fucking close," I growl back, thrusting up into her harder.
Her movements become erratic as we both race towards the edge. Her dirty talk becomes incoherent whispers of pleasure and need.
"Fuck," I finally roar, feeling myself tip over the edge just as she cries out in ecstasy above me.
We collapse together in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs and heavy breathing. She looks down at me with a satisfied smile.
"You asked for it," she says smugly.
I chuckle breathlessly. "And you delivered."
“Oh shit,” I mutter, the realization hitting me hard. “I didn’t ask you about a condom. I’m sorry.”
Tatum shakes her head, a small, rueful smile playing on her lips. “Don’t worry about it. Thomas basically got me fixed against my will years ago.”
My stomach churns with anger, and I clench my fists to keep it in check. “That fucking asshole.” I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Is it permanent?”
“No,” she says, her voice soft but resolute. “I can get it removed anytime. That’s one of the reasons I’m so dead set on leaving Thomas. I want a family, a house on the countryside.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. A future that’s simple and pure, something I can never offer her. “You’ll get it one day,” I say, my voice rough with emotion. Inside I can't help but wish it could be me... but not with this lifestyle.
I pull her closer, wrapping her in my arms. The warmth of her body against mine is a stark contrast to the cold reality of our situation. We stay like that for a while, just holding each other.
We sit there in silence for a few moments longer before she speaks again.
"We might want to get dressed before we land," she says with a giggle.
"That's probably a good idea, you need to put your wig back on Dolly."
She laughs and it's music to my ears.
She looks at me with those wide eyes, “Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?”
“For making me feel... alive,” she says simply.
My heart tightens at her words, and all I can do is hold her tighter. Maybe we don’t have a future together in the traditional sense, but right now, in this moment, we have each other. And for now, that’s enough.
For now.