by S Gonzalez
Creepy.
“Emma,” He pushes me on the bed so I fall on my back. He is being a bit rough. Something I typically don’t allow, but I trust him and he is making this fun, “I am going to fuck you every way imaginable. I want to be inside you, over and over and over.”
He glides on top of me, kissing me everywhere hard and fast before stopping at the one place I need him. Our tongues glide in and out of each other’s mouths. He works down my neck and then to my breasts. Suckling my nipples hard as he groans deep and loud. He is like a starving wild animal eating his prey. This is turning me on much more than I could ever imagine. I moan with pleasure causing his dick to further harden against my thigh.
He sucks and bites and kisses my stomach and my waist. Right before he gets to my sweet spot he looks up out the top of his eyes to gage my reaction then slips his middle finger inside. I don’t think I see him blinking when he watches me enjoy his less than gentle approach.
“Sweetness you are so wet,” he murmurs against the crevice between my legs.
He is twisting his finger and rubbing the sweet spot just beyond my opening, in just the right way, my body arches off the bed as the intensity increases. He leaves his finger inside of me as his tongue gently flicks across the highly sensitive area that is pulsing with my heartbeat.
This is not slow or passionate like last night. No. This is something else entirely. Needy and primal. He continues to pleasure my body, sending blissful waves of ecstasy throughout.
Worshiping me. Relentlessly my body clenches under his assault and builds almost instantly. Feeling me clasp around him, Dominic stops. Unable to keep my eyes open I feel him slide up my trembling body and ram himself inside me, without warning. My insides grip his cock and pull him deeper with each thrust. Moaning his name and praying to god he stops, or never stops, I’m not really sure which; he slides backwards off the bed watching as I come down off the natural high he gifted to me.
He pulls my ankles down so my butt is barely hanging on to the edge of the bed and throws my legs over his shoulders. He grins a wicked grin and slowly sinks himself into my blossoming womanhood; filling me with everything he has. He’s so deep I can feel his thighs on my behind and just when I think it is as good as it is going to get, Dominic gyrates his hips to rub me all over inside. The feeling of him against me is so painfully good I can feel another rush washing over me.
“Oh god, I can’t do this again.” I feel like I am going to die. What a great fucking way to go!
“That’s right Emma. I can feel how much your body wants me,” he grits through his teeth, “ I want you to tell me how much you want me. Tell me how much you need me.” I instinctively answer each question with a load moan.
These are rhetorical questions, correct?
He suddenly stops and I feel like a kid who has had her candy ripped from her hands. “Tell me, Emma. Tell me how good it feels.” He moves at a snails pace, driving me insane.
Shit, I have to answer. What the hell do I say?
“Dom… feels…. good. I want you.” I cannot manage to complete a coherent sentence. I desperately need relief but he grabs my hips and pins them on the bed when I rock against him. He kneels down and slides me off the bed on top of him.
“Go on.” He stares, watching me like a painting on display. “Speak baby.”
Needing him to pick up the pace, I continue. “I want you inside me. I need to feel you inside me. All of you.” Beaming, he slides me down his length. His thickness filling every inch of me.
I don’t know why I feel the need to keep talking. The more I speak the happier he gets and I’ll be damned if it isn’t the best feeling in the world to put that look on his face.
“Only you can get me this turned on. Watching you on stage…it got me so wet. I wanted to fuck you right in front of all those people.” That was his undoing. With a vicious growl and a bite on my shoulder Dominic Ross possessed me that night; mind, body, and soul.
Chapter 8 At 10 A.M I open my eyes, pleased to still be still in Dominic’s arms. It is a very odd feeling, waking up to a man in my bed. Never have any of my dates resulted in a sleepover. I pull back slightly so I can marvel at the sight before me. I watch him while he sleeps, admiring his beautiful features that are highlighted by the sun shinning through the windows. His naturally blond hair, tipped with platinum highlights, shimmer like a halo around his head. Almost like an angel.
My angel.
Chancing he may wake up, I run my finger across his squared jaw, scraping my finger against the day old stubble that makes him look more rugged. When I shift the sun catches his piercings and casts a dancing light over the ceiling as he breathes. I can’t help but twist them between my fingertips. The whole package is just breathtaking.
“Morning, baby,” I breath as he opens his eyes to reveal the emerald green jewels that sleep was concealing.
He smiles. Not just any smile. A smile that tells me he is happy.
“Good morning, Sweetness.” Dominic reaches across my body and pulls me closer so he can kiss my nose. I can feel his erection between us and my body reacts by grinding my hips into him. “Sleep well.”
“Sleep, what sleep? You kept me up all night.” Unable to keep the naughty thoughts from flooding my brain, my voice comes out a little raspier then I wanted it to.
“I would have kept you up longer if I thought you could take more.” He pecks slow leisurely kisses across my collarbone. His stomach growls, breaking us from our intimate moment.
“Hungry? I’ll get up and make breakfast. You can sleep a little longer.”
I pop out of bed and he pulls me back by my wrist. Fully exposed in the unforgiving morning sunlight I am very much aware of my nakedness. I pull the sheet off him and take it with me when I break free from his death grip.
“Ummm…good in bed and she can cook. My kinda’ woman.”
Dominic flops back on my bed in all his full morning glory, without so much as a twitch of embarrassment. Perfection is the only think I can think when I look at him.
“Eggs, bacon, coffee, ok.”
“Yup, sounds good to me.” I search my closet for sweets and a t-shirt to put on. I pick up my clothes from last night, which are haphazardly thrown all over the floor, and put them in a pile next to the bathroom door before I freshen up.
When I walk into the kitchen I see Wanda making coffee. Looking her usual fresh as a daisy self.
“Morning Wanda,” I sing song.
“Is it?” She peeks down the hall to make sure my door is closed. “Do you have company?” She pulls my arms to close the gap between us and lowers her voice.
“Yea, why what’s wrong.”
“Max told me about Glen being at the club last night. I made sure I kept a watchful eye on him. I even switched sections with a new girl so I could serve his area. He was with some girl…and he was being a little rough with her. He kept telling her to shut up. I even overheard him say she needed to act right and not a like a whore. Then…”
What Wanda is saying chills my blood. He used to tell me the same thing. In fact he told me those same words last night. Perhaps his date was taking the brunt of his assault because of the things I said. Guilt for the girl I don’t even know flashes inside me.
“When he saw you on stage, you know when Dominic was singing to you, he got…I want to say he looked jealous. He was mad and just sat at the table not taking his eyes off you the entire time. I was watching him from a few feet away because I didn’t know what he was going to do. When the song was over and the lights came on he grabbed his dates arm and practically threw her towards the door. He said they were leaving because she was an embarrassment to him.” I hear a door open and close from down the hall and expect to see Dominic come around the corner but instead, it’s Max.
“Morning,” Max greets. We both exhale when we see him and not my overnight guest. “What, are you two being quiet about?”
“We were talking about what happened last night with Glen,” Wanda
explains.
“I don’t want to talk about that sick fucker this early,” Max growls as he pulls the stool at the breakfast bar back.
“Look guys, Glen Maser is a sick son of a bitch. He will never hurt me again. If his date was stupid enough to stay there with him than that’s on her. I know first hand what he is like and the further I stay away from him the better.” I state as I open the fridge.
“More sibling rivalry…huh,” Dominic mutters as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. We all freeze, not knowing how much of the conversation he actually heard. He walks behind me and kisses the back of my neck as I turn to put the ingredients for breakfast on the counter. With his chin on my shoulder and his hands on my waist he eyes Max sitting at the breakfast bar. “Max, right? You live here too?”
“Yes and no. I live with Emma’s brother Mark in Brooklyn.” Max and Dominic silently size each other up. I am almost surprised they didn’t whip out there dicks and measure them right in the kitchen. Men.
“I wanted to make sure Wanda got home okay and since it was late I crashed here.”
“Oh cool. So you two are dating?” He points between Max and Wanda causing us to bust into a fit of laughter.
“No! Max is like my brother. We grew up together.” Wanda is often asked that question, about her and Max. It used to piss her off but now we just laugh when people ask.
“Oh, sorry.” Dominic leans with his hip against the counter next to the stove watching me prepare breakfast like he has never seen it done before. I hand him coffee and tell him to have a seat.
“So is this the official meeting of the I hate Glen Maser fan club.” He asks breaking the silence. I immediately tense at the sound of his name but keep a fake smile on my face, giving nothing away.
When no one speaks I know I have to say something or he is going to get suspicious. I grip the sides of the counter and look right at Dominic with a glare that is probably colder then what he was expecting.
“Yes it is. I hate Glen because he is a vindictive asshole who has always treated me like shit. He is evil and manipulative, and a sociopath. We have never gotten along and that nice guy act last night was for your benefit, not mine. He is a sadistic son of a bitch and if I never see him again it will be too soon.” I cock my head to the side and plaster a sickly sweet smile on my face as I gage his reaction. He just looks at me in disbelief that I just spewed all that out.
“Well than…tell me how you really feel.” He jokes. The mood lightens as I take the rest of my aggression out on beating the eggs. “I know Glen is a little rough sometimes. I don’t know what your relationship is with him, but if he is not nice to you when I am gone please let me know, Emma. I will come back here and kick his ass if necessary.”
“No need. That’s my department.” Max interjects with a possessive tone, never taking his eyes off me. Max has always had my back. He would never let Glen hurt me.
“Well if you need help Max, you let me know. I am glad Emma has such good friends that look out for her.” He speaks to my back as I continued to cook.
“Don’t worry Dominic, I can handle what Max can’t,” Wanda adds throwing a crumpled up paper towel in his direction.
“You know what’s funny though. If he had an issue with me seeing one of his sisters, I don’t know why he never had an issue with Holly and me going out.”
“Ohhhhh, shit,” Wanda mutters quietly as I turn around abruptly with fury in my eyes.
“You dated Holly.” I accuse.
Oh, I am pissed. Beyond pissed. If he fucked Holly I swear I am going to burst into flames.
“Say no…say no,” Max whispers into his coffee mug quietly, trying desperately to tell Dominic the right answer. Dominic looks at Max briefly, and then back at me.
“Not really dated. We just went out a few times. Glen introduced me to her not long after-“ He paused. Like he knew there was no good way to say what was coming next.
“I told you to say no.” Max whispers again before looking up at me.
I suddenly suffer from some sort of tick disorder. The rage burning in my belly has no way out other to scream. But I can’t do that. I don’t want to scare him off. I am not about to fight crazy with crazy.
“Finish what you were going to say,” I spit out through my clenched jaw.
“Don’t do it. I wouldn’t.” Max whispers again to Dominic.
Dominic’s eyes don’t leave mine. He knows I’m pissed but he can’t figure out why. He almost looks worried. Mt. St. Emma to blow if he doesn’t start saying shit that I want to hear.
“Shut up Max,” Wanda shouts at him while he stares into his coffee mug as if it holds all the worlds’ secrets.
“I guess he thought, maybe you were too young. Since Holly is older…I don’t know. He introduced her to me and we hung out a few times. She wasn’t my type so it never went any further.”
“Did you sleep with her?” If I could breath fire when I speak I would. There is a burning in my chest that I can’t stifle. The thought of him with Holly makes me physically ill.
“Dear Lord,” Max looks up at the ceiling, “let the answer be no.”
“MAX!!!” Wanda and I both shout.
“I didn’t, no. I swear. She’s not my type. She was clingy and dumb as a box of rocks. I couldn’t carry a conversation with her that wasn’t about tanning, or the beach, or her. Glen kept insisting I take her out some more, but I said no. We never did anything great. Just pizza or the boardwalk. Stuff like that.” Dominic walks around the counter, pulling the spatula out of my hand and snaking his arms around waist. Wanda takes over cooking the eggs and Max looks at anything but us.
“Look. I don’t know what the deal is with you, and Glen, and Holly, but they have nothing to do with you and me.” They have everything to do with it. Glen introduced Dominic and Holly to hurt me; right after he pulled me away from him.
But Dominic didn’t know that. I can’t let him know what Glen’s sick plan was. He would never look at me the same. He calls me sweetness for Christ sakes. I can’t tell him my darkest secret. It would only taint our relationship, or whatever the hell we are doing here.
“Glen and Holly are terrible. They made my life hell for a lot of years. Bottom line is, they hate my mother for splitting up their parents and they took out their issues on me. The devil spawns can rot in the darkest place in hell for all I care. I know he is your friend and I can’t help that, but don’t include me-“
“Okay. ‘Nuf said. I get it.” He holds his hands up in defense. “All families have issues-” Wanda chokes on her coffee.
Dominic’s eyes shoot in her direction, curiously trying to figure out what was not being said. “You all obviously have reasons for hating him. I will respect that in the future.” With that being said, the conversation was over quicker than it started.
As we ate breakfast together we talked about the, Lost, promo tour. Dominic explained they are playing in Pennsylvania this coming week, then working their way south until they get to Miami. After, they head out to Texas and up the west coast before trekking back through Middle America.
Once the album is released, they go back on tour in the US for 6 months. The only thing I can think of, is that he will be gone for a long time. Dominic suggested that I try and get Gabe to let me be on the team for his bands publicity so I would be able to see him more often.
That would be great. I am sure my father would let me. Gabe is a different story.
At noon Dominic and I go back to my room to freshen up before I have to drop him off at his hotel. Dominic asks to use my computer while I am in the shower and I log him on without hesitation. When I walk out of my closet fresh from my shower I hear his song-my song- playing through the sound system in my room.
“Whatcha’ doing?”
“Downloading your song into your computer, so you can listen to it whenever you want. And loading my info so you can email, text, call, Skype, and FaceTime me.” Dominic smiles brightly from behind the screen. I walk over to the
desk and slip onto his lap enjoying the way I fit perfectly around him.
“I am going to miss you like crazy. If I didn’t believe in love at first sight before, I just might, now. I don’t know if I love you Emma, but I feel actual pain because I have to go away. I don’t want to leave you.” Dominic admits, hugging me tightly causing my heart to flutter and my heart to skip a beat at his confession.
I feel the same intensity. I have never loved a man before so don’t know if that’s what it is. Love and being loved are not feelings I am familiar with. Sex I get. Sex is a tool I used to feel any real connection with a man. I never felt anything but lust with anyone I have ever slept with before, so I definitely find myself in uncharted waters.
“Dom, I don’t want you to leave either. I’ll miss you. It’s not fair. I feel like we’ve been cheated. Now that we found each other again, you have to leave.” I rest my head on his shoulder, needing have every inch of me touching every part of him. “I’ll think of you every time I come in this room, every time I walk through central park, and especially when I listen to your song.”
“Your song, its yours. And, I feel cheated, too.” He pulls my chin up and kisses me tenderly on the lips.
I try and get ready while he gropes me and we play a good old fashion game of grab ass. The closer we get to leaving, the less jovial I feel. I am not sure if it my heavy heart or if it is the humidity getting thicker as summer progresses but once we exit the building I find it hard to breath. Once we pull out of the garage and into the busy city street I can feel Dominic staring at me; when I glance over he smiles. I am going to miss that smile. Those dimples. Those eyes.
“Nice car.” Dominic says and he runs his hands down the black leather seats.
“Thanks. Graduation present from my father. I don’t know that I will use it much. I am going to let my brother, Mark, take it back to Brooklyn with him. Besides, my father has a driver and a fleet of cars at his disposal so I don’t see a need for my own car unless I’m going out of the city. “
“Humm. You get along with your brother, Mark?”
