His hands roamed my body, one stroking my spine, his other slipping down my shoulder to my chest. His thumb brushed over my shirt, bumping my nipple and pulling a soft cry from me.
Dom chuckled against my neck, the vibration setting a new fire inside me.
“How could you do this, Dom?” I choked as his hands travelled further down, fingers lightly skimming my ass as his other found the waistband of my trousers. “How could you think this is okay?” My voice was hushed, almost too scared to break the moment. My hurt was drowned out, replaced with my awareness of him. His thighs pressed against mine; his chest, his hands, his lips, all of them destroying my senses.
“It’s not. On any fucking level. But touching you like this is better than I could have dreamed.”
Dom cupped my ass, squeezing me as my head tipped back, exposing my neck even further as I groaned. I pushed back intohim, giving his other hand more freedom to reach between us, past the waistband of my trousers to find my cock. I trembled as he held my gaze, need blazed between us, and he sighed in relief as I jolted.
“Dom, I—” I stuttered as his fingers pressed against the ridge of my cock.
“I fucked up last time we kissed. I didn’t tell you that I love you and how fucking important you are to me.”
“Then why did you do all this? It’s sick, Dom. Don’t you understand how insane it is?”
“Is that good, Harry?” His fingers wrapped around my cock and I fell forwards, my forehead pressing into his shoulder. “You’re so sexy,” he hummed as I melted into him.
“Don’t ignore me!” But a single stroke was all it took for me to cry out. His huge hand fed to the tip of my cock, both of us moaning as his thumb pressed against the head.
“You’re ready for me,” he murmured against my neck, spreading kisses out to my shoulders, massaging my ass in time to the small strokes of his thumb. “This is nothing compared to how much you’ll come when I’m fucking you.”
I thought I would collapse right there. It was like I could already feel him inside me. Just the way he moved with me, how he showered me with everything he had – it was addictive.
“You don’t get to be the one who decides that,” I said, gasping as he stroked me again.
I let my chin drop, meeting his lust-filled eyes that sparked with amusement. “Really?” he asked as he twisted his wrist,pressing his fingertips into the base of my cock before trailing them upwards.
I let out a needy moan, our eyes fastened to each other as I shivered beneath him, panting, groaning, giving in to him. I should have left the moment Dom’s lips touched mine.
“Then decide, Harry. What are we doing?” His voice had that low lilt that drove me crazy, especially when his hand picked up speed as he stroked my cock. “Are you leaving? Or am I going further?” he asked as his hand sank further.
I didn’t want to admit it, so I bit him through his shirt, my teeth finding his collarbone and pressing down. He hissed sharply in surprise, his hand tightening around my cock so hard that I almost came.
I wanted to hurt him, to punish him for making me feel this way; so hot and needy – and for making a fool of me.
I shuddered as I thrust my hips, opening my mouth to free him as I focused on him.
“No,” I groaned against his shoulder, something breaking inside me.
“What was that?” he asked. Despite the tension wired between us, there was still a smile in his voice..
I drew back to meet his eyes. “No,” I glared at him. “You can’t stop after everything you’ve done.”
Harry
Dom launched himself at me, kissing me furiously as I held onto him and met him with all the agony and anger he had conjured in me.
His finger found the crease of my ass through my trousers. I trembled as he pressed, hope and trepidation flying through me. He traced the line from my tailbone, as far down as he could stretch before sweeping his fingers back up to my spine.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I said through gritted teeth, rolling my hips to get some control when, really, he had me writhing for his touch. There was no question of who was in charge, neither hand giving me rest as his fingers opened up my ass cheeks.
“Are you sure? Because if you come for me, I’m not letting you escape.”
Heat burst through me as he cupped me, stroking my whole length as I fell forwards, clutching him as I moaned.
“Oh God, Dom…”
“That’s more like it. Keep calling my name, handsome. Let me hear you cry.”