Chapter 16
DOMINIC
One minute, I was doing pull-ups at the bar, and the next minute, something soft hit my chest. I looked down in surprise, and it was a sock. A pink sock. Wait a minute! This was my sock! Why the fuck was it pink?
I looked up and found Rose glaring at me.
“Why did you dye my sock pink?” I yelled. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Ohmigod! First of all, I didn’t do it on purpose. And secondly, what was your sock doing in my laundry basket? Are you trying to get me to do your laundry by sneaking stuff in with my clothes?”
I wondered if all the glitter-inhalation had finally melted her brain.
“Why would I just put one sock in if I wanted that? I would at least have put the pair. And I don’t need you to do my laundry when I have a housekeeping team to do it. If you want to blame someone, blame your useless cat.”
“Don’t you say anything about my cat,” she raged, taking one step towards me. And then she froze. And shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I’m turning into a shrew,” she said, sounding dazed. “And it’s all your fault.”
“Mine? What did I do?”
“You prance around half naked and turn my brain into mush,” she accused, and I let out a bitter laugh.
“I’m doing pull-ups after a full day of work because you’re driving me crazy just by being around,” I pointed out. “I can’t sleep. I can’t focus on my work…”
“…I haven’t written a word in three days,” she cried. “We can’t go on like this, Dominic. I call ‘pause’.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Didn’t you say you wished we could pause our reality and give in to this madness that’s consuming us slowly? Well, I’m calling ‘pause’ now,” she said fiercely.
“Are you serious?” I asked, wiping the sweat off my neck with a small towel.
“Yes,” she whispered, and took another step towards me. “Make love to me, Dom. And help me get this out of my system. Once. Maybe twice, tops.”
“I’ve been waiting far too long to be done so soon, babe,” I murmured as I waited and let her come to me.
“We need to set a time limit, though. I don’t want anyone to know we’re…”
Her voice trailed off and her brow furrowed as she mulled over her choice of phrase.
“Fucking like bunnies?” I asked wickedly, and she scowled at me.
“Let’s just say we’re having a fling,” she said before she jumped into my arms and wound her legs around my hips as I wrapped my arms around her and took all her weight.
Before she could change her mind, I claimed her lips in a deep, wet kiss and staggered over to my study, which was closer than my bedroom.
Sweetpea tried to follow us into the room, and I shut the door in his face.
He protested loudly from outside, and Rosie giggled against my lips.
That had to be the most enchanting sound on earth, I thought deliriously, as I set her down on my big mahogany desk.
She dragged her mouth from mine and stared around in confusion.
“Why is your desk empty?” she asked.
“Because I put everything away at the end of the day,” I explained, wondering why she was confused.
Her brow cleared, and she gave me a smile full of pity.
“Oh, you poor, miserable man,” she murmured, giving me a soft peck on the chest, right over my heart..
“I’m not miserable,” I argued.
“Well, you’re not normal if you’re this neat,” she insisted, and I shut her up with another hard kiss.
She moaned into my mouth, and I sent my tongue into her mouth to battle hers, but she went on the offensive and sucked on my tongue, stroking it and suckling until I became desperate to have her repeat the action elsewhere.
I dragged my mouth away from hers and stared down at her for a minute.
I had dreamt of this moment for years. Of making love to this woman in every position possible, even in some that were illegal in thirty-three states.
She was wearing her favourite pair of pyjamas - a white Charlie Brown tee with red candy-striped trousers.
I could have wept in delight when I realised she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her full, firm breasts clung to the t-shirt lovingly, and her nipples pushed against the fabric eagerly.
I spread her legs carefully and stepped between them, and she wound them around my hips again, whimpering as she rubbed herself against my hardness.
She nipped hard at my shoulder and then licked the part she had bitten, soothing the little sting.
She then licked her way all the way down to my nipple, just like she had the day she moved in here, and drew the nipple into her mouth, sucking it and nibbling at it delicately.
My cock jumped against her, and she reached a hand out to stroke it firmly over my shorts.
I ripped her tee off and stroked my way up her sides until I was cupping those heavy breasts that had starred in quite a few of my dreams.
“I’ve dreamt of doing this for so long,” I murmured as I squeezed and fondled her breasts.
“Same,” she panted, as I bent and drew her nipple into my mouth.
I sucked on it until her hips began to work against mine, and then, I released it only to start over with the other one.
Rose began to shake against me, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly.
I raised my head to stare at her some more because she was even more beautiful in passion than she was in real life, which was saying something.
She looked up at me hungrily and reached for the waistband of my shorts.
My cock was already straining against my shorts, begging to be touched.
I shucked off my shorts and briefs and stood absolutely still as she reached out and stroked my hardness.
Gently, at first, and then, once she realised it wouldn’t break, harder, her hand squeezing me even harder on the upstroke.
I allowed her to explore me for a bit before I pulled her hand away.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, and I grinned down at her.
“I’d like this to last longer than the next few seconds,” I explained, and she flushed brightly. “My turn, Rosie Posie.”
“Don’t call me that,” she complained. “It makes me feel fat.”
“Fat?” I barked incredulously. “You’re a lush goddess, Rose. In fact, you should come with a warning: Dangerous curves ahead. Mere mortals might lose their sanity on those curves.”
She blushed deeply and fixed her gaze on some point on my torso.
“Do you really mean to say you believe you’re overweight?” I went on.
“I mean…kinda,” she muttered.
“Well, you’re not! You’re perfectly proportioned. Made to be worshipped. And I will make you believe that before the night is out,” I swore, reaching down to pull her pants and briefs off.
She squirmed when I set her back down and scowled at the desk.
“It’s cold,” she grumbled.
I took it as my first task to warm her up properly, and it was safe to say that by the time I dragged my lips off hers, her spectacles were definitely foggy.
“Still cold?” I asked, as I traced lazy circles on her inner thighs, making her legs shake with need.
She merely shook her head.
“I need you…right now,” she insisted, wrapping her hand around my cock, pulling me closer.
“Condom,” I barked, and she froze.
I reached into one of the drawers on my desk and pulled out an unopened packet Trevor had left in there as a prank. I was indebted to his irreverent sense of humour; otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to fulfil one of my biggest dreams - of making love to Rose on my desk.
My hands shook as I unwrapped the condom and slid it on hastily. Rose parted her legs even more, leaning back on the desk and resting on her elbows. This opened her up to me even more, and I groaned at how amazing she looked, spread out under me like that.
I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and tilted her up just a little, and pushed her knees out some more.
I held her eyes as I slid inside her, inch by inch.
Rose began to pant slightly and raised her hips to allow me to get deeper inside her.
When I was in to the hilt, I paused and allowed her to get used to the feel of me.
She was breathing hard and began to slowly squeeze her inner muscles around me.
“Not yet,” I said gruffly. “I want our first time to last a long time.”
“But I want to move,” she argued, with a pout, and began to shimmy her hips a little.
I began to thrust my hips slowly, in long, deep thrusts to give her exactly what she wanted, and she began to match my rhythm.
I reached behind her and raised her upper body a little, and she gave a little cry as it caused my thrusts to hit exactly the right spot.
Her breath began to come in little pants, and it wasn’t long before she gave a keening cry and came apart in my arms, her inner muscles spasming around me.
The feel of her squeezing my cock in a vice-like grip was more than I could take, and I followed her over the edge.
When my breathing slowed, I slid out of her and helped her off my desk before I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. When I returned with a wet cloth for her, Rose was sitting in my chair, naked, surveying the room like she was an empress. The very sight of her sent blood rushing to my cock.
I knelt in front of her and parted her legs slowly before I helped her clean up. And when she was done, I set the wet cloth aside and went up on my knees as I put her legs up wide on the arms of the chair. She gasped a little as she realised what I was up to.
“So soon?” she asked.
I merely grinned.
“This one is all for you, babe,” I replied, as I bent my head and proceeded to eat her out.
The room echoed with her cries as I licked my way up and down her slit, pausing to pay special attention to her clit.
When she was sopping wet, I inserted two fingers into her slowly and curled them upward before I began to pump them in and out, as I focused all my attention on her clit now, licking and nibbling at it firmly, until her hips began to writhe on the chair.
She grabbed the back of my head and held it in place as her legs began to shake, and she came with a loud cry.
When she stopped shaking, I pulled my fingers out and smiled up at her, my face sticky from her juices. Poor Rose looked dazed, as if she didn’t even know where she was. She sat up slowly and tried to stand, but stumbled as her legs were still wobbly.
“Let’s get you to bed,” I said, putting my hand under her knee and picking her up.
“My clothes,” she protested, but they were scattered all around the room, and I wanted to get her in bed first.
“I’ll come back for them,” I promised as I carried her out of the room.
When we passed her room, she looked up at me in surprise.
“You’re sleeping in my bed, Rosie.”
“But the staff will know we’re sleeping together. And Trevor…” she murmured.
“I don’t think we need to worry about others right now. Let’s focus on ourselves,” I said, knowing she was right, but unable to let her out of my sight. I needed her in my room, in my bed, in my arms, because it felt right. As if she belonged there.
I set her down on my bed, and she crawled under the covers immediately.
I went back to collect our clothes, and when I returned, Rose was already asleep, worn out by her two orgasms. I turned her over so I could spoon her from behind and went to sleep with her curled up in my arms, and for the first time, it felt as if everything was right with my world.
I was normally a light sleeper, but that night, I slept deeply. When I woke up, Rose was still asleep, and it was just getting light outside. I wondered what had woken me up. Was it a sound?
I turned over slowly, careful not to wake her up, and found myself face-to-face with a dark shadow. I almost screamed like a little girl before I realised it was Sweet-fucking-Pea, staring into my face like the Grim Reaper come to claim my soul.
“What d’you want, furball?” I asked, and he bent his head and dropped something on my chest.
It felt wet and icky. My arm shot out to turn on the bedside lamp, and to my horror, I realised that Beelzy had brought me a present. It was the head of a very large rat.