Chapter 37
The fort is all set up. I have snacks and video games too.
Gampy drove me to the store and I bought skittles and starbursts and a second controller for my PlayStation with my birthday money so me and Loch Ness could play together.
She really loves the red flavors (especially strawberry) so I separated those all out for her.
It’ll just be us two and it’s making me nervous, because I don’t even know what we would talk about.
Sometimes when that happens I kind of panic and say something not nice, and I really hope that doesn’t happen this time because then it would ruin the whole point since I’m trying to say thank you.
Maybe I’ll come up with some topics we can talk about beforehand just to play it safe.
Oh, and I guess I should tell her about it and ask if she’s free on Saturday. I was supposed to do it yesterday but every time I tried my palms got really sweaty and my heart started beating even faster than when Coach Mittal makes us do suicide drills with added burpees.
I think it’s trying to warn me not to do it but I’m already in too deep.
Alice
That wasn’t heaven. I’d jumped the gun.
No, heaven was Dominic Crawford brushing my hair, then gently blow-drying it less than two hours after melting my mind with the best orgasm of my life.
Heaven was me sitting on his lap, still in my robe, while he fed me tender kisses, chocolate-covered fruits, and a slow trickle of all his remaining secrets.
And after eight years of hell, I’d argue I’d earned it.
“I want to take you out on a date,” he murmured into my cheek. “Please.”
I hummed over the mouthful of dark chocolate and fresh strawberry, and he licked the stray drop of juice trickling down my chin. My nipples immediately hardened.
If it were up to me, we’d lock all the doors and chain ourselves to my bed for the next decade.
And he was worried he’d scare me away.
“Okay,” I eventually said. “When?”
“Tomorrow night. We can press pause on the butler thing for a few hours.”
“Bold of you to assume I’m gonna agree to keep it going after midnight.”
He kissed my neck. “I’ll beg if I have to.”
I grinned. “You’ll beg to serve me for an entire month?”
“With pleasure.”
I studied him for a moment, then cupped his jaw and stroked my thumb over his cheekbone. His lashes fluttered, and it made me want to die.
I traced a finger all the way down to his squishy bottom lip, then slipped off his lap so I could reposition myself and straddle him on the couch. He was in a matching white robe, though his belt had loosened significantly. One little tug and he’d be naked and at my mercy. “Tell me another secret.”
His gaze zeroed in on the deep V of my robe, his hands immediately moving to rest on my thighs.
Sweet summer child really thought we’d be leaving the house tomorrow.
“You remember when you got your belly button pierced?”
“I do.” It’d been a gift from me to myself to celebrate the colossal accomplishment of turning eighteen.
“Coincidentally enough, that was the month I rubbed my dick raw because all you did was lounge around the pool outside my bedroom window wearing seven-hundred-dollar scraps of shredded fabric in questionable weather. And when you were wearing a shirt, it was cropped up to your ribs.”
I shrugged. “The fabric would rub and irritate it.”
Plus, our old pool was heated, and it’d been one of the warmest spring breaks we’d ever had. Was I not supposed to take advantage of it?
“Alice. My dick almost fell off. It got so bad that the smallest whiff of chlorine made me hard.” He sounded serious. And a little angry. “Anyways, the point is, I was forced to steal the blue knitted one because I could see your fucking nipples, and it became a safety hazard.”
My mouth popped open. “You took my custom Missoni?”
“It gave me a nosebleed the last time you wore it, and I almost passed out and hit my head. Yes, I took it.”
I shouldn’t have laughed at that. “Dominic! That was my favorite swimsuit!” I’d looked for it for months.
“And this is my favorite dick. I did what I had to do.”
I eyed him suspiciously. “Do you still have it?”
He gave me a deadpan, wholly unapologetic look.
“You still have it?”
“I packed it in a panic before we left. I had to. My DNA was permanently soaked into every fiber of that thing regardless of how many times I’d washed it. It was incriminating.”
I gasped, pushing at his chest. If I’d been wearing pearls, they’d be clutched. “Dominic!”
He chuckled, palms sliding up my thighs and underneath my robe. “If it makes you feel better, I thought about you every time.”
That did make it better. But I wasn’t going to admit it.
I tilted my head. “What was I doing, exactly?”
“All sorts of things. Fantasy Alice is nothing if not creative. And very, very good with her mouth.”
My eyes narrowed. “Is she prettier than me?”
“No one is prettier than you,” he said matter-of-factly. “But she’s unequivocally more slutty and exceptionally nice to me. She and I get along great.”
I swatted at his hand when it stretched toward the end table and brought me another chocolate-drenched offering. His throat bobbed as he swallowed his amusement. “How do you know she’s sluttier than me? You can’t know that.”
“Alice, I’m going to have to ask that you trust me on this one. It’s not even close.”
My eyes were now slits. “And she’s an active participant in a bunch of your fantasies?”
“All of them.”
I couldn’t believe I was sitting on Dominic’s lap, thoroughly jealous of an imaginary version of myself, but here we were. “Let me talk to her.”
He grinned, leaning forward to kiss me. A small smile slipped over my lips before I killed it, shoving him back into the cushion. He loved it. His eyes were lit up with amusement, and his mouth kept twitching with suppressed laughter.
“What does she do that you like so much?”
He quirked a brow. “How much time do you have?”
Oh, he’s going to pay for that one.
The competitive urge to make him eat his words flared in my chest. I smiled.
“You know what, since you’ve been so generous with spilling all your secrets this morning, I’m going to give you one of mine.
I’d actually forgotten about this until you mentioned my piercing, but the place I went to get it done had a separate area with a pretty substantial… physical health selection.”
Both of his eyebrows shot up that time.
“I decided to pop in there on a whim. Walked out with a small, unassuming gold bullet; easy to use, even easier to hide. But holy shit did it pack a punch. I saw stars the first time I used it, and… Let’s just say, I went through more batteries in that one month than the average person goes through in a year. ”
A glaze started to form over his eyes, his lips parting.
“And guess whose fault it was…” Slowly, I untied his belt.
I wasn’t expecting a verbal answer. All indications of intelligent life had evaporated from his face. There were no thoughts. Just lust.
His hard, curved shaft was pressed to his abs, the tiniest pearl of precum already gathered at the arrogant crown. It bobbed when my eyes lingered, and again when I bit my lip. My mouth was watering again.
“I loved that thing,” I went on, running my fingers down his abs.
They tensed and flinched under my touch, and my grin widened when he let out an involuntary grunt.
He was staring at me like he was angry and starving and wanted me to shut up and keep talking.
“I tried to be quiet every time I used it, but it just felt so fucking good. I kept having to stuff my face into a pillow to drown out the moaning.”
He let out a shaky breath, his grip on my legs becoming punishing. “Jesus Christ.”
I licked my lips, then dragged a finger over the tip of his shaft, gathering the dripping precum before it could go to waste. Then I stuck out my tongue and licked my finger clean.
My core pulsed at the taste of him. It was like an overly potent aphrodisiac.
He looked like he was going to pass out, and I hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.
“Sometimes I wouldn’t even make it out of my uniform,” I murmured, going back for more. “Especially after watching one of your games. I’d just lock my door, stuff my face into a pillow, flip up my skirt, and… summon some stars.”
He shut his eyes with a soft curse, head collapsing back against the couch as a low growl fired up his chest.
“Do you still think she’s sluttier than me?” I asked. “Should I keep going?”
It took him a minute to gather enough brain cells and suck in enough oxygen to respond. “She still wins.”
“How? Why?”
His eyes were fire and ink when they met mine. “Because she wouldn’t have sat on my lap, telling me this story like a little cocktease. She would’ve gotten on the bed, spread her legs, and shown me.”
A thrill swept through me, sending tremors down my limbs. “New game,” I decided, “Roleplay. Whoever’s imagination outsluts the other wins. ‘Tapping out’ makes the game stop. No actual fucking or getting yourself off until the one person has admitted defeat; otherwise, the game would never end.”
It was psychological warfare with only one objective: use your imagination to push the other person so close to the edge that they feel like they might die if they didn’t get off.
His grin was as excited as it was sinister. “What do we get if we win?”
I slipped my hands up his bare chest and leaned closer. “If you win, I’ll agree to the butler thing. If I win, you’ll admit I’m sluttier and make a list of everything you’ve ever done with her—or to her. We’ll work through it, one by one, so you can see just how much better I am than her.”
His tongue darted out of his mouth as he gripped his length. “And if it’s a tie?”
“We do both.” Then I leaned in, nipping at the shell of his ear. “Do your worst, Crawford. Touch me in every inappropriate way you can think of.”
He bit. “Go to your room; do what you need to do. I’m giving you five minutes to be ready and on the bed.”
Excitement burst in my chest, and I actually giggled as I shoved off him and ran into my bedroom.