That we both needed.
I was panting loudly now as I pictured Dom’s hand between my shoulder blades. I’d go easily, canting my hips backwards as my cheek met the wall. There wouldn’t be any words. There wouldn’t need to be.
We both knew what we were there for.
Maybe there’d be one. Just as Dom bottomed out. Two syllables, whispered just for me.
Shadow.
My eyes screwed shut as I worked the dildo faster, pretending it was Dominic instead.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
I might’ve whispered it. Might’ve shouted it. I was too far gone to hold back. In my mind, I was being pinned in place, taking Dom’s cock like I’d been born for it. Like I’d never do anything else again.
And I fucking loved it.
But then there was a sound I couldn’t ignore. A loud rapping.
Not on the front door.
On the wall I shared with Dominic.
I froze, going hot and cold all over. Then I reminded myself that there was no way he could know what I was doing.
How wrong I was.
“I know what you’re doing, Shadow.” His husky voice had no issue carrying through the few inches of plasterboard. “Fair warning—if you continue, I’m going to do the same.”
I gritted my teeth. So what if he was listening? It didn’t mean anything.
Except…it did. Because the second he’d spoken, my hole had clenched so hard around the dildo that I’d almost come. Judging by the amount of precum I was leaking, my orgasm wasn’t far off.
“You’re so fucking hot, Shadow,” Dom moaned from the other side of the wall. “Fuck, I wish I was in there right now. Are you thinking of me as you stroke yourself?”
“I’m not stroking myself,” I shot back. As soon as the words left my mouth, I squeezed my eyes shut.Please don’t let him realise what that means.
I should’ve known better.
“Aw, fuck, Shadow, you’re killing me here,” Dom groaned. “You don’t need a dildo, Ry. I can give you the real thing.”
“I don’t want the real thing.”
Liar,my body whispered.
“Whatever you say.” Dominic’s voice was ragged now. “Keep telling yourself that. Whatever helps you sleep at night. But just know I’m right here when you’re ready.”
I fucked myself harder. Was it his voice or what he was saying that was driving me higher? I had no idea, and I didn’t care.
“I’ll go all night,” Dominic continued, his voice as dark as night. “God, the positions I’ve imagined us fucking. The ways I dream of taking you. Of you taking me. Shall I tell you about some of my fantasies?”
I meant to snap. To tell him to fuck off and leave me alone, but all that came out of me was a needy whine.
“Let’s start off with against the wall. We’ll be too desperate to make it to a flat surface. I’ll just get both our cocks out and stroke us together. Or maybe I’ll go to my knees, use my hand to pin you in place while I remind myself how you taste.”
My toes curled as my dick jerked.
“Then I’d like to fuck you on the kitchen counter. Or maybe on a table. Somewhere a good height, where you can wrap your legs around me. I’ll be able to get so deep, Shadow. You won’t know where you end and I begin.”