Chapter 22 Sloane #4
Twisting in his lap, I catch his mouth in a slow, licking kiss that contains every bit of gratitude and excitement I feel right now. Then I pull away so I don’t end up grinding on some other part of his body before I get the chance to collect my prize.
With a final kiss to his lips, I sink to my knees in front of him.
The tile digs into my skin, and it’s slightly uncomfortable, but I don’t care.
My hands shake as I undo his belt buckle and then the button on his jeans.
I hesitate on his zipper for a second, my fingers brushing over the bulge in his pants.
Part of me is nervous, seriously doubting my ability to fit all of him in my mouth, while the other part is screaming at me to stop fucking around and just try.
Dominic makes a soft, amused noise in the back of his throat.
“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts, angel.”
I peek up at him through my eyelashes. “Just giving myself a little pep talk. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, you know.”
A hum of appreciation rumbles in his chest. “Yes, I know.”
There’s no mistaking the satisfaction coating his words, and suddenly all the years I spent alone, denying my body true intimacy and cultivating an extreme case of skin hunger, start to feel like a gift rather than a self-imposed punishment.
Because all of those lonely nights, all of those awkward brush-offs and flat-out lies to get out of dinner invites, brought me to this moment right here.
Kneeling before a man who understands what this all means to me, who’s as desperate to have all of my firsts as I am to give them to him.
I lick my lips and revel in the soft glide of his zipper coming down, putting me one step closer to my reward.
Dominic hisses as I reach inside his briefs.
His dick springs free, standing tall and proud, brutally erect and already weeping precum for me.
He’s so thick and impossibly long, I know I won’t be able to take all of him in my mouth, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try.
I dive forward, wrapping one fist around his base and squeezing gently as I lap up the cum sliding from his flared tip down his shaft.
“Goddamn,” Dominic says roughly, one of his hands fisting in my curls to hold my hair back from my face. “That’s incredible. Do it again and look at me this time.”
The rasp in his voice coupled with the taste of him on my tongue has me pressing my legs together, squirming desperately against the need building in the pit of my stomach.
But it only worsens when I flatten my tongue against his shaft and meet his eyes.
Our gazes stay locked as I explore every bulging vein and smooth ridge, committing it all to memory.
The clean and masculine smell of him. The indescribable feel of steel sheathed in velvet.
The sharp intake of breath as I flick my tongue around his crown, swirling it several times before opening wide and taking the first few inches of him into the wet heat of my mouth.
“Fuck.”
I pull back, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard on the way up.
I need both of my hands for balance, so I give his base one final squeeze before letting go and sliding my mouth back down his length, letting him hit the back of my throat in one glide that still leaves several inches of him exposed.
Dominic groans loudly as he stares down at me, his face twisted in a harsh mask of desire and fracturing control.
“Holy shit, Sloane.” His hips stir restlessly, rocking up into my mouth of their own volition.
The unconscious movement sends a rush of triumph through me. I want to see him unravel, to be the reason he’s falling apart, but it’s taking every ounce of my self-control to hold still and let my body adjust to this invasion.
I shift on my knees, more from the building pressure in my womb than the feel of the hard tile digging into them, and pull in a breath through my nose. My eyes are starting to water, a tear falls down my cheek and hits black denim as my jaw burns and stretches to accommodate his girth.
Dominic’s hand tightens in my hair and tugs, trying to pull me back up.
I reach up and grasp his wrist, stopping him from moving me.
When he stills, I remove my hand and take another deep breath through my nose before coming back up, tongue fluttering over his tip repeatedly before sliding back down again.
“Relax your throat, angel. You’re almost there.”
On the next glide, I do exactly as he says and manage to capture those last few inches.
Dominic swears loudly, his free hand joining the other one at the back of my head as I take every inch of him over and over again.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the veins in his arms straining under his skin.
He’s fighting to let me set the pace, to be gentle with me.
But I don’t want him gentle, I want him half mad with wanting me, too far gone to be a gentleman, too crazed with the need to come to remember to be careful with me.
I want him to use me, to take every bit of pleasure he’s denied himself since this started from my body.
I want to ruin him for every other woman in the world just like he’s ruined me for all other men.
More tears sting my eyes and my lungs burn, begging for a full breath, but I don’t care.
Nothing matters now except driving the man in front of me crazy.
I bare my teeth, dragging them gently up his shaft with the next pull.
And I don’t know exactly how I expected Dominic to react, but the animalistic growl of satisfaction that rips from his throat is enough to make me moan.
The sound vibrates around his sensitive flesh and finally sends him over the edge.
“Fuck yes, angel.” He groans. “That’s so damn perfect.”
With both of his hands on the back of my head, Dominic takes over the rhythm.
He pulls me up roughly, letting me get one full breath before driving me back down onto his dick.
His hips buck up, meeting my waiting mouth and sliding down my throat in brutal glides that make me squirm.
I’m so wet, so turned on from driving him to the point of no return, my arousal is coating my thighs.
My fingernails dig into his jeans as he continues his punishing rhythm, driving my open mouth down onto his dick over and over again.
Hitting the back of my throat while I moan around him.
I love every moment of it, and the power of owning his pleasure, of being more than his best friend’s fragile widow, swells in my chest until all I can feel is it and him.
When Dominic’s movements start to go unsteady, his hips jerking and fingers digging into my scalp, I know he’s close. I smile to myself and suck harder, letting my throat constrict around him with small swallows that have him cursing and warning me he’s about to come.
When the first burst of hot, creamy liquid shoots down my throat, I nearly choke from how thick it is.
And I only get a second to recover from the warning shot before Dominic explodes in my mouth with a ragged grunt that almost makes me come again.
I swallow every drop of it, feeling incredibly triumphant for a woman on her knees.
And nothing, not even the ache in them, can take away the heady rush of power moving through me as I lick Dominic clean with his shaky breaths skating across my skin.
“Enough,” he says harshly, reaching down and gently pushing me away.
I watch with a smile as he shoves himself back into his jeans before his dick gets completely hard again. He brushes his knuckles across my cheek, his eyes soft with wonder and an all too familiar wariness as they study me.
“I’m fine,” I say, standing up and stretching to relieve the ache in my back. “You can’t conduct a mental assessment every time we do something new, Dominic.”
“Yes, I can.” He stands too, gripping my waist and pulling me close. “Only you would get mad at me for being concerned about your well-being.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and squeal when he picks me up. “I’m not mad. I just don’t want to have to think about the one time I freaked out on you every time one of us has an orgasm.”
“That’s fair.”
My brows lift in surprise at his easy agreement. “So you’ll stop treating me like a ticking time bomb?”
“No.” He laughs. “I’ll just get better at conducting my mental assessments without you knowing.”
“You’re impossible.”