No one else existed.
“Good,” Dom growled, stroking us faster. “Because it’s me you’re going to come for, right, Shadow?”
“Yes,” I gasped. Dom twisted his hand on the upstroke, making me rise up onto my toes. “Just you.”
“Because you’re mine.” He gripped my chin possessively and stroked us harder. Faster. All of my nerve endings were alight. It was building. Higher. And higher. “Say it, Shadow. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” I cried out as the dam broke. My cum flooded his hand, slicking our cocks as he continued to stroke us. “Fuck, Dom!”
Dom’s lips crashed into mine as he moaned his release into my mouth.
I came down to earth slowly, eased back by Dom’skisses. They were gentler now, unhurried. Like we had all the time in the world.
Like we once had.
But now…now things were different. I wasn’t thinking about that yet though. Dom had asked for this week, and I was going to give it to him.
More than that, I was going to make the most of every second.
22
Ryan
I didn’t sleep much that night either. Once again, Dom kept me awake until the wee hours. The reasons were very different though. Instead of getting myself off alone to thoughts of him, we rutted together until we made a mess of the sheets. Rather than lying awake wondering what he was doing, I lay on his chest, asking him every question I could think of.
And when I eventually did fall asleep, it was in Dom’s arms. They were locked around me like he was scared I was going to vanish into the night.
But that was his party trick, not mine.
Maybe that wasn’t fair. The whole point of this was to not exist outside the moment. But that was easier said than done.
Dom might have been afraid of me disappearing, but I’d lived through him doing that to me. The fear of that happening again…it was hard to let go.
I wasn’t in his arms when I woke up, but I didn’t need to worry about where he was. The wet suction on my cock made that pretty obvious.
“Fuck, Dom,” I panted, my hips straining upwards, pleasure zipping through my limbs. I threw back the duvet to see his dark head bobbing between my thighs. “What a way to wake up.”
He raised his head, kissing the tip of my cock before flashing me a grin. His tongue darted out daringly, catching a drip of precum. Fuck, the things this man did to me. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
“Don’t apologise for that,” I said, sitting forward to fist his hair. I steered him back to my cock. “Apologise for stopping.”
Heat smouldered in his eyes as he took me into his mouth again. I didn’t relinquish my hold, pushing him to take me deeper.
“Come on, Dom. I know you can do better than that.”
His nostrils flared at the challenge. Both his hands grabbed my arse. I moaned as he lifted my hips, encouraging me to fuck his throat.
“Oh fuck, baby.” My toes curled as my hips pistoned. The hot, wet, feel of his lips tightening around me was almost too much to handle. Once again, my fingers itched for a pencil. I needed to capture Dom’s position between my thighs. The purposeful way he hollowed his cheeks. The hungry gleam in his eyes as he watched me gasp and writhe.
I knew how I’d portray him. Not as an angel, but a demon. One who’d been sent here to corrupt me. To show me pleasure I’d only ever experience with him.
It was never like this with anyone else.
Only him.
“Don’t stop,” I urged him, my neck straining at the effort of keeping my head off the pillow. I wasn’t looking away from him though. Fuck no. I wanted to burn thisimage of Dom’s temptation into my brain for the rest of time. “I’m so close, Dom.”
He doubled down, my cock hitting the back of his throat. He gagged but didn’t stop. It drew an odd, high-pitched sound from my chest. A noise I was certain I’d never made before. It didn’t stop either. Dominic had eroded my ability to control myself with every suck on my cock. I existed only for him.