I whimpered as he stroked me, any trace of the man who had fiercely fucked Dom’s face gone. I wanted him to take away all the hurt, let me forget about everything that he’d done, and everything I was doing to Molly as his fingers pressed harder against my throat.
Each time he reached the base of my cock, he ground his hips against my ass. And I needed to feel him. Not just pressed against my body; I wanted his heart.
I reached down, my hand finding his wrist, clasping it and holding him as he picked up speed. I found his rhythm, roughly thrusting with him. Each time he drew his hand back, I thrust back into his hard cock. And when he stroked forwards, I chased the feeling of his hot hand. Especially when he palmed my cockhead before my hips bucked back again.
“Fucking hell, Harry,” he groaned, loosening his tight grip on my neck, “Keep at it. Just like that.”
It was so stupid, but I turned my head, bringing him down to me, kissing him over my shoulder as his hand sped up.
His body stayed flush against mine, but I still needed him closer as he licked my tongue. It didn’t matter that it was my office, or that there were people outside. The windows were covered, and it was only Dom and I in that space where our bodies connected and I didn’t have to feel anything but him.
I kept thrusting, both my hips and my tongue concentrated on the pure sensation of him. No thoughts, no feelings, just raw desire that he conjured up inside me at a single touch.
He sighed as he pressed hard against my birthmark.
My eyes shot open as he broke the kiss. “I’ve wanted to taste you here for so long,” he said, his gaze dropping to the caramel patch of skin that was my birthmark.
“Don’t say things like that.” I glared at him as he focused on me again. I didn’t want to hear any more about how much hewanted me. I just wanted to pretend this was nothing more than sex.
“You’re fucking my hand, handsome. I can say whatever I want.”
I groaned as I pressed harder into him, slowing down, drawing out my pleasure.
His lips pressed against my birthmark again, and I sank, every nerve burning with pleasure.
“I wondered if you’d ever remember,” he said as he licked the mark.
“What—” I gasped as I ground back onto his cock. “Dom, what are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about, Harry. You don’t have to pretend,” he groaned against my neck. “That morning when you woke up in my bed. All the way back in uni. Pretty much the first month we met. And you acted like you didn’t remember that I sucked your dick.” He pressed his tongue against my skin.
I had to move; I needed to look at him to see if he was telling the truth, but lust had already taken me over.
He shifted his hold, his hand leaving my hip to push past the lapel of my jacket and find my nipple pressed against the inside of my shirt.
It was easier to concentrate on how good it felt, his warm hand clasped around me, his fingers firm as my knees grew weak.
“I couldn’t stand the idea that you didn’t want me, and that your girlfriends always took priority,” he said quietly, hisfrantic movements slowing as he pressed his forehead against my shoulder.
The words sank in, the dots connecting. My eyes closed as snippets of his words rushed through my mind. All those times I’d heard his voice when I stroked myself, all those images of him kissing me, climbing down my body, of loving me with his mouth – was that all real?
“Dom.” I needed him to stop. The words were spiralling, eating deep inside me, the pain in my chest freeing in a way that I hadn’t expected.
“It took me so long to realise what you really meant to me,” he groaned. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”
Each word was a balm to the ache that gnawed at me because of his betrayal. I meant what I said; his love didn’t make it better, but his touch did.
“I love you,” he murmured against my neck, thrusting against me, and I cried out.
He trailed his lips across my cheek as his other hand rose over my neck, pushing at my chin again.
Our gazes locked, our feelings fully splashed across our faces. My eyes were wide with shock, his soft and full of hurt.
He stole my breath in another kiss, nibbling my bottom lip, giving my cock another firm stroke.
His hips circled, and memories of his fingers deep inside me flew through my mind as my whole body pulsed with desire.
A muffled moan fell from me as he pressed his thumb against my slit, squeezing slightly.