Dominic #2
I can’t argue. My mouth is stuffed so full I can’t even chew.
All I can do is breathe through my nose as Angel takes a firm grip, opens her mouth, and draws me in so deep, I hit the back of her throat.
I groan, the curse muffled by a mouthful of soggy popcorn.
Pumping her hand, she sucks even harder, and I lose it.
I don’t know if it’s ecstasy or pain, but I don’t give a fuck.
If it’s the latter, it’s the best pain I’ve ever known, and I’ll chase it for the rest of my life.
Fuck the people.
Fuck the movie.
Fuck being quiet.
I’m about to come, and it’s going to be brutal. Grabbing the back of Angel’s wig, I rip it off and toss it on the floor. Twisting a handful of her long, dark hair around my fingers, I guide her up and down my dick as I fuck her mouth.
My head is spinning with so many dirty things I want to say to her. But I can’t because I have a mouthful of damn popcorn. So, I groan. I grunt. I pull her hair tighter and chase the orgasm I know is going to ruin me.
Faster. Deeper.
Then there’s no escape. My balls tighten, and a violent contraction hits so hard I throw my head back against the seat, popcorn flying out of my mouth as I come into hers.
“Finish,” I rasp, dragging in air as my hips jerk. “Finish what you started.”
I glance down as she looks up at me through those long eyelashes, swallowing every drop and licking me clean.
“I swear to God, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Angel rises with the devil in her eyes and runs her index finger along her chin.
I don’t know what possesses me to ask. I’m sitting in a packed movie theater with my dick out and my cum staining the lips of the most famous woman in the world, yet the only thing I can think to say is, “What was your third wish?”
Smiling, she picks the bag of popcorn up off the floor and settles back in her seat, popping a piece in her mouth. “Truth.”
Angel and I left the movie theater with one thing on our minds.
I lost count of how many red lights I ran and how many illegal turns I made, and still, we never made it past the garage. As soon as I turned off the ignition, I bent her over the hood of the car and fucked a dent into it.
Now we’re in her bed where she’s riding me like her life depends on it, and for the third time tonight, I nearly black out.
“Fuck!” Digging my fingers into her hips, I give one final thrust and roar her name.
Letting out a shudder, Angel lifts herself off me and tumbles onto her back. Neither of us say anything. Mainly, because I don’t know what to say. I guess normal people would cuddle or spoon now. Hell, I don’t know. I’ve never done either one.
And I don’t plan to start now. Not with Angel. It’d mean something I’m not ready to admit. To her or to myself. Because once I do, that makes it real, and real things hurt. Especially when they’re taken away.
Rolling onto her side, Angel props her elbow on the mattress and tucks her chin in the palm of her hand. “Tell me something about yourself.”
“I hate popcorn.”
“I’m serious,” she laughs, lightly punching my ribs. “You never talk about anything personal. I just…” She frowns, her eyelashes fluttering to where I can barely see her eyes. “I want to know you, Dominic. Tell me about your family.”
For a brief second, I consider putting on my clothes and going back to my house. My life isn’t open for discussion or inspection. However, for the first time, I want to let someone in. I want to let them behind the ugly walls and past the barbed wire barricade.
“My mother was also an actress.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want them back, but Angel rolls onto her stomach and props up on her forearms.
“Really?”
Nodding, I fold my arms behind my head. “She came to Hollywood at the ripe old age of sixteen.” I cast a sharp glance at her out of the corner of my eye. “Sound familiar?”
Her bright green eyes dim as she swallows what I assume is her pride. I’m not trying to be a dick. She wanted honesty, so I’m giving it to her. Nobody said it’d be pretty.
“She was innocent,” I continue, turning my gaze back toward the ceiling. “Just like most girls who come here with dreams of making it big. She met a director who took an interest in her. A real up and coming guy. When he talked, people listened.”
I have to pause here and take a few calming breaths.
If I don’t, I’ll never get through this without putting my fist through the wall.
Angel doesn’t say a word, and after a few silent moments, I continue.
“He told her about a project he thought she’d be perfect for and instructed her to come in for a screen test.” I can’t help but spit the words out with venom.
Angel’s face falls. “Oh, Dominic.”
But I can’t stop. I’ve kept the door to the past locked for so long, now that it’s been ripped open, thirty-two years of skeletons come pouring out.
“Only when she got there, the screen test was behind closed doors. She was offered the part all right, but passing the test hinged more on her oral than acting skills.” I have no idea I’m shaking until Angel coils herself around me.
“When Mom refused to suck his dick, he tried to rape her.”
She stills. “Oh my God.”
“Luckily, a production assistant interrupted, and Mom ran away. But the damage was done. He blackballed her. She couldn’t get an audition for a used car lot commercial much less a movie.
She got a job at a deli and worked a few other odd jobs here and there, but eventually the pressure was too much for her. She cracked.”
She lifts her cheek from my chest. “What do you mean, ‘she cracked’?”
This is what I meant. The part that steals at least an hour from the countdown clock.
An hour lost I’ll never have with her. But what’s done is done, so I hold her stare as I watch more time slip away.
“She lost it, rook. Something up there snapped. Reality and fantasy switched roles and never switched back.”