“Seeing how serious you were about me having your arse.”
I held his gaze as I sucked two fingers into my mouth. I laved my tongue around them the same way I had his cock.
Dom’s teeth sank into his bottom lip as he hungrily tracked the motion. “I was very fucking serious.”
“Good.” I tapped on his arse until he brought his cock forward again to brush against my lips. “Then just relax and enjoy.”
Dom might not have bottomed for anyone else, but thanks to Xander, I had topped. So I was confident as I ran my fingers along his seam before dipping inside.
I suckled on the tip of his cock while I sought out his hole. I mimicked the movement of my fingers with my tongue, aiming for a sensory overload.
“Shadow,” Dom gasped, his hips stuttering forward. “More. Give me more.”
I gave him just the tip of a finger, knowing we’d need lube for anything more. But it was enough. At the same time, I took him fully into my mouth and sucked. Hard.
It was too much for him to bear. His head fell back, veins standing out on his throat as he came. There was no sound, like I’d destroyed his ability to speak.
Fuck, that made me feel things.
I swallowed rapidly, drinking him down. Just like all those years ago, I felt an absurd burst of pride that I was the one who’d made Dominic Walker come.
“Oh my god,” he said, scooting down my body and collapsing with his head on my stomach. “When can we do that again?”
I laughed, tousling his hair playfully. “I’m going to need at least five more minutes.”
“Amateur.” Dom blew a raspberry on my abs, making me squirm. “Where’s your stamina? Guess you must be getting old.”
I propped myself up on my elbows and smirked at him. “I’ll show you old.”
We didn’t leave the bed for several more hours.
23
Ryan
Eventually, our grumbling stomachs forced us out of the bedroom. That didn’t stop Dom touching me. His arms were almost permanently around my waist, his face buried in my neck. We broke contact only when we absolutely had to.
And it suited me perfectly. Now that I’d stepped over that line, there was nothing holding me back. I wanted him touching me at all times.
It was a good thing no one else was around. I doubted anyone would think this behaviour was healthy.
But Dominic and I had never pretended to be.
“You need to eat more,” Dom said, reaching around me and forking up another spoonful of rice. “Open up.”
I rolled my eyes even as I accepted the proffered food. “Okay, I’m fully on board with you turning into a limpet, but I draw the line at you feeding me.”
“You do?” Dom nipped the tender skin beneath my ear. I was going to be covered in his marks by the end of the week…which was probably why he was doing it. “Then why are you letting me?”
“To shut you up.” I accepted yet another forkful. “Seriously, did you develop a feeding fetish while you were away?”
“More like a taking-care-of-you fetish. It’s not like I’m planning on letting you sleep much this week, so we need to keep your energy up in other ways.”
I swallowed my mouthful and spun in his arms to face him. “Especially if I’m going to fuck you. I’ll need all my strength for that.”
Dom slid his meaty thigh between my knees, groaning when he found me hard. “Someone really likes that idea.”
“I’m not the only one,” I said, sliding my hand between us to squeeze the bulge in his boxers. We hadn’t bothered to dress, just chucking on clean underwear before foraging for food. “You know we can’t jump straight to that.”