by Sky Corgan
Dominick's breath was hot against my ear, whispering, the full weight of his body pressed against mine, keeping me in place, “You belong to me, and this is what I want to do, so we're going to do it. I told you that you wrote me an IOU last night. This is how you're going to pay it. Don't you want to please me?”
For as frightened and nervous as I was, his deep husky voice didn't fail to send electric currents throughout my body, striking at all of my most sensitive erogenous zones. He held me in place until my breathing steadied and I stopped struggling, then he pulled me away from the glass and into his arms, wrapping them around me and cupping my breasts to fondle them in front of the window.
I looked down below, and there was no one staring back up at us. It was like we were invisible, several stories above the street traffic. My body relaxed, and I felt a rush of relief course through me. I could do this.
Dominick wrapped an arm around my chest, pulling me back against him while his other hand greedily dug into my underwear. As his fingers sought entry between my pussy lips, I blushed and moaned. Soon, my breathing was ragged, and the window was no longer an enemy. All I could think about was my own pleasure as he worked the tiny bundle of nerves that would eventually send me plummeting over the edge.
“That's better,” he said.
“Mhm,” I replied absentmindedly, holding onto his arm as if was the only thing keeping me standing.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?”
“Yes, Dominick.”
“You used my full name. I like that,” he purred, sending a shiver down my spine.
His hand withdrew from my panties, leaving me wanting more.
“Turn around,” he told me, and as I did, I watched him lick his fingers, though he hadn't dug deep enough to get to the wetness further below. “Take off your underwear and get on your knees.”
My heart rate elevated as I dropped my panties to the floor. It felt strange being naked in front of the window, as if each layer of clothing I shed made me more ashamed of my body. There was nothing to be ashamed of, really. It was only the exposure getting to my head.
I knelt down in front of Dominick and waited, unsure of what was going to happen next. He let his jacket slip over his shoulders and threw it onto the sofa, then he grabbed the zipper of his slacks. The bulge of his erection was so prominent that I could almost see its perfect outline. He pulled down the zipper, and his cock sprang out, thick and eager. When he stepped forward, I knew what he wanted, and my cheeks brightened in embarrassment. All the confidence I had the night before had definitely disappeared.
“I don't know how,” I said sheepishly, avoiding looking at his manhood, even though I loved every inch of it.
“That wasn't going to stop you last night.”
“Last night I was being stupid.”
“Last night you were being sexy.”
His words only made my blush deepen. I had thought I was being a complete asshat, clumsy and careless and slutty. Apparently, it wasn't all bad though.
“What do I do?” I asked, feeling like an idiot as I turned back to face him.
“As long as you don't use teeth, I don't care what you do. I'm kind of curious what you'll do without direction.”
I frowned at him. “Don't you want me to do it right?”
“Do you even want to do it?” He gave me a quizzical look.
I thought for a moment. This was already getting a bit awkward. Things would have gone a lot better if I had gotten to blow him last night. Still, I hated the idea of being a disappointment.
I shifted my weight, reaching up to wrap my hand around the base of his cock. My nose wrinkled as I bent forward. Cautiously, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it across the tip, then I looked up at Dominick for approval. He wasn't impressed.
“If you don't want to do it, you don't have to,” he told me.
“No. It's not that. I'm just really clueless,” I sighed.
“How about this? Just open your mouth and try to keep your teeth out of the way.”
“Alright,” I replied hesitantly.
My mouth opened to receive him, and I tried to steady myself as best I could. The position made me feel weird, like a baby bird waiting to be fed by its mother. Except for instead of getting worms, I was about to get a big cock to swallow—an oversized worm.
Dominick inched forward, looking every bit as unsure as I felt. I couldn't help but wonder if there had ever been a more awkward blow job in the history of blow jobs. We should have definitely waited until I was drunk again.
His glans brushed against my bottom lip, smooth and warm. I tried to stare straight forward, focusing on my breathing and keeping my mouth open as he rubbed his tip around my lips as if it was a fat lipstick. The thought made me want to giggle, but I was far too nervous to giggle. Instead, I sat there as still as a statue, waiting for him to put it inside. After a few minutes of teasing himself with my lips, he did slide it into my mouth. My tongue tasted him pushing toward the back of my throat, and I almost immediately wanted to gag, but I refrained.
“Now suck,” he told me.
My lips closed around him softly, feeling the velvet of his skin and the bulging veins beneath. He tasted like flesh and salt. Very slowly, he began pumping his hips back and forth, pulsing in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep the pressure gentle, afraid I would hurt him if I sucked too hard. Apparently, I wasn't doing a bad job, because he closed his eyes and groaned. The sound resonated throughout his body, traveling through his cock into me, making me feel pleasure from the act as well. My eyes grew hooded and I began to relax, falling into the rhythm of sucking him off, getting braver by the moment. I varied the pressure of my lips and the intensity of the sucking. Then I threw some tongue action in, pressing my tongue against his phallus as it rocked in my mouth, tracing the veins on the underside, flicking out at the tip. Most of what I did seemed to drive Dominick wild. Soon, he had me pressed up against the glass, invading my mouth with aggressive vigor. My jaw began to hurt, and I wondered how much more I could handle. To add to the discomfort, I had retreated as far as I could go. It wasn't until I gagged that he finally backed off, pulling his manhood out of my mouth and allowing me to breath. By that time, I felt half-suffocated. My jaw ached and all I could taste was his pre-seed, warm and salty.
“Sorry. I got a bit carried away,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his head as he watched me pant for breath.
“It's fine,” I replied, just happy I had pleased him, though I quickly decided blow jobs were only going to be a special-occasion thing.
Before I even had a chance to recover, he was turning me around on my hands and knees, and I could hear the sound of a condom wrapper being torn in the background. My eyes drifted to the street below, and I was relieved to see that no one had stopped to watch us. There wasn't much time to look around before I felt his tip pressing between my pussy lips. The urgency with which he bucked into me was enough to make me gasp. I dug my fingers into the floor, bracing myself as he began thrusting. If someone looked up at the window now, all they would see was my breasts swaying back and forth and my face contorted in pleasure.
My body had missed Dominick's cock more than I had realized. When he was inside of me, everything else disappeared. It was just the two of us, flowing into each other, connecting perfectly.
I leaned forward on my elbows, sticking my ass up. The position was bit cramped due to the lip around the window barely being big enough for two bodies, but we made do. I pressed my cheek against the cool glass window, trying to diffuse some of the heat coursing through the rest of my body. In that moment, I didn't care how stupid or not sexy I looked. All that mattered was getting off, and I could tell that Dominick was gearing up for the final countdown.
He picked up the pace, and the friction built to an unbearable level. I brought my hand up to tweak one of my nipples, giving my body the last push it needed to crumble completely. As the contractions rolled through me, I heard Dominick groan, his breath h
itching as he tensed inside of me. A content grin spread across my face, thinking about how we had come at the same time.
Dominick pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty but fulfilled, and I maintained my position, letting my head fall in between my arms but keeping my ass in the air. The cool air on my overheated pussy felt exquisite, and I figured that Dominick probably enjoyed the view. Men are visual creatures, after all.
A hard slap across my ass made me yelp, and I looked back at Dominick to see him smirking, his cock hanging out of his pants half-hard, the condom filled with semen.
“Get dressed,” he said, pulling it off.
“I want cuddles,” I complained, crawling onto all fours.
“I'll cuddle you tonight. We have a dinner to attend in a little less than two hours.”
“We?” I stood up. There was still no one watching us when I glanced out the window.
“Yes. The director wants to take me out to dinner tonight. I told him I brought a guest.”
“Didn't you spend all day together?”
The thought of meeting an important movie director was exciting, the thought of getting to leave the hotel even more so. But I had no idea how to react around business people, and I was afraid I would screw things up.
“That was business. This is pleasure.” Dominick jumped off the edge of the lip and tossed the condom in the trash before he headed to the bathroom to clean up.
I pulled on my underwear and slid down onto the sofa, wondering what I should wear. The only nice thing I had brought was the red dress, if you'd call that nice. It probably wouldn't be appropriate for a meeting with someone important. I frowned, wishing I had done a better job of packing.
“I have nothing to wear,” I told Dominick when he emerged from the bathroom. By looking at him, you'd never know he had just had sex. He looked perfect, as usual.
“Wear what you wore last night.”
“It smells like vomit.”
“But you didn't throw up.”
“No, but it still smells like I drank a gallon of booze and sweated it out.”
“Well, I don't think we have enough time to go buy you another dress. Do you have a nice pair of jeans and a blouse?”
I nodded. “Are you sure that's going to be alright?”
“It's going to have to be.”
I frowned. “Blegh. I'll feel so out of place. Maybe you should go without me.”
He gave me a sardonic look. “Go get dressed.”
“Fine,” I huffed, practically stomping to the bedroom.
My mood only depreciated the more I looked through my suitcase. Why hadn't I planned better? In truth, it wasn't really my fault. I hadn't thought I'd get invited out to something important like this. If I embarrassed Dominick with my appearance, he only had himself to blame. Instead of having hot steamy window sex, we should have been out shopping for something appropriate for me to wear. It was poor time management on his part.
I settled for my best pair of black jeans, a gray tank top, and a blue sweater. That was about as business casual as I could piece together. As long as it got me through the restaurant door, that was all that mattered. I pulled my hair up into a high pony tail, dabbed on a bit of concealer to hide my raccoon eyes, and jumped out into the circular opening in the sitting area.
“Ta-da!” I said, holding my arms out like a spectacle, drawing Dominick's attention away from his ereader. “How do I look?”
He didn't seem impressed, though he nodded approvingly. “That will do.”
“Good, because it's all I've got.” I flopped down onto the sofa beside him and cuddled up against his side.
Now that the sex was over, he didn't seem the least bit interested in me. We simply sat there in silence, waiting for time to pass until we went downstairs to the limo.
“Do you have any pointers for me?” I asked him when we were in the elevator.
“What do you mean?”
“About how to act around these people. I assume they're important.”
“They are important, but you have nothing to worry about. As I said before, this isn't a business meeting. It's entirely casual, so just try to be yourself and have fun.”
“That's easy for you to say. I'm not used to meeting people like this.”
“People like what?” He smirked.
“Important people. Famous people.”
“I doubt you'll even recognize who he is.”
“Still, he is famous, right? A famous director.”
“I'm famous too, but you act casual around me.”
“You're different though. You're Dom. I grew up with you.”
“The point, Kimlet, is that all famous people are just normal people. You don't need to kiss his ass because he's famous.”
“But you do, because he's making your book into a movie, right?”
“Not really. There is no financial arrangement between us. He just wanted my creative input on the direction of the movie. Technically, he doesn't have to take my advice at all. It's simply a courtesy.”
“Oh.” I was a bit confused. “So, was this meeting even necessary then?”
“If I care any about how my book will be translated, then yes, it is a necessity, on my part.”
“I'll never understand this stuff.” I frowned.
“It's a good thing you don't have to then.” He mussed up my hair as we stepped out of the elevator, and I growled, thinking of how hard it had been to smooth out the top of my hair when I pulled it into a pony tail. It was probably all frizzy now, thanks to his carelessness. Oh well, it was too late to worry about it.
We drove a few blocks down the street and stopped in front of a building called Musso & Frank's Grill. When I saw it from the outside, I relaxed. It didn't look stuffy at all, with an old Hollywood style sign that made it seem more like a tourist attraction than a high end restaurant. Maybe I wasn't overdressed after all. As we entered the building, however, it was all business suits and dresses. I scowled at my jeans, though no one else seemed to pay much notice to how I was dressed.
The place was small and packed. There were booths to the left filled with dining customers and a bar to the right with not a stool unoccupied. Everyone else was crammed together at the front of the establishment, which I could only assume was the waiting area, though there were no chairs to sit in.
A man waved Dominick over, and I stayed on his heels as we joined up with our party. The man looked unfamiliar to me, and while I couldn't hear his last name, I did get that his first name was Nick. His wife was considerably younger, with long dark hair and a gorgeous complexion. Just being in their presence made me feel somehow inferior.
I stayed close to Dominick like a shadow, avoiding conversation. Nick and his wife weren't paying much attention to me anyway. Dominick seemed to be talking enough for the both of us, but I could tell that he felt every bit as awkward as I did.
After about twenty minutes of standing around, we were finally led to our table, which was square in the middle of the room. The waiter rushed to pull out Nick's wife's chair. Whether he had planned to pull mine out or not, I didn't wait to find out. Once we were away from the entrance, the volume dulled to a more manageable level. I still couldn't hear everything they were saying, but I caught more of the conversation than I had before.
“Is this your wife?” Nick asked Dominick. His lips curled into a charming smile under his salt and pepper mustache. The hair on his head was completely white, and I could only guess that he was in his early sixties.
I blushed at the question, waiting for Dominick's response.
He glanced at me before telling them that I was a family friend. That hurt. After all the fucking we had done, shouldn't I have at least earned the title of girlfriend? It made me question what our relationship actually was, and for the rest of the evening, I found myself sulking and stewing over it.
Nick's wife, who I learned was named Heather, tried to engage me in conversation. I was polite, but I could tell just by looking at her that
we had nothing in common. For the most part, I sat in silence, picking at my food and wishing I was somewhere else.
Sometime during the middle of dinner, Dominick placed his hand on my thigh. I knew the gesture was supposed to be comforting, but I was mad at him, and the last thing I wanted was for him to touch me. Nonchalantly, I pushed his hand away, shifting my weight at the same time so it wouldn't be noticeable. If he was offended, I couldn't tell. He simply continued talking and smiling as if nothing had happened at all.
I was never happier than when the meal was over, and we were walking outside to the limo. Nick asked if we'd like to come back to his house for cocktails, and I was relieved when Dominick politely declined, telling him that we had an early flight the next morning.
We waved our goodbyes, and I watched Dominick smile fakely at the couple before we headed into the limo. He played the part of the professional very well. They probably couldn't tell that half of his sentiments were forced.
“Well, now you can say you've met a movie star,” Dominick said with a sigh.
“I can?” I settled into the seat across from him.
“Yes. Heather has been in quite a few movies.”
“Oh. I thought she was a model.”
“She is rather beautiful, isn't she?”
That comment only made me seethe more. He was really striking out.
I gave Dominick the cold shoulder for the rest of the night, and he didn't even seem to notice. As I watched him read on the serpentine sofa, part of me wanted to rip his ereader out of his hands, throw it across the room, and engage him in a conversation about what our relationship was. The rational part of me though decided to take a shower and go to bed. Sleeping was easier said than done after my mid-morning nap, so I ended up just laying there until Dominick joined me.
I closed my eyes and listened to him undress, my body coming to life from the sound of rustling clothing. It pissed me off that I wanted him. We'd already had sex that day, and I still wanted him, despite my discontent. When he slid into bed and wrapped his arms around me, I tensed. I wanted him, but I didn't want him to touch me. It didn't make sense at all. Sometimes I hated the way my brain and body worked against each other.
