Goose bumps rose on her skin as she let him stare. Something about his gaze made her feel adored instead of self-conscious. When he released her arms to lower his hands to her waist, she arched forward. She desperately wanted his palms on her breasts again. Naked this time.
Instead, he flattened his hands on her thighs and pushed the material of her tight skirt up to her hips.
Yes. She wanted this. She was going to have it too.
She decided to make life easier by leaning to one side, lifting one butt cheek, and then sliding the zipper down her skirt. How convenient that she happened to wear a skirt that zipped all the way from the top to the bottom. The front of the skirt flipped to the counter, leaving her in nothing but a thong.
“Nice.” His smile was wide as he lifted her by the waist long enough to yank the skirt out of the way and drop it to the floor. She didn’t care. It wasn’t as prone to wrinkling as the blouse she would have to put back on.
Her heels fell to the tile at the same time, slipping off her feet when she no longer had the ability to grip them with her toes.
She would deal with the messy assortment of clothing later.
After she let this man-child defile her completely.
Or begged him to.
She would definitely stoop to that level if it proved necessary. Though judging from the look in his eye, it wouldn’t be a problem.
Dominic grabbed her waist and leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Harder than any man had ever suckled her. A sharp pain raced through her body. Instead of wanting to back away, she found she enjoyed the sting. Her pussy clenched. Her clit swelled until it rubbed against the triangle of lace covering it.
He lifted one hand to cup her other breast, pinching the nipple until it too experienced a piercing jolt that made her moan. Since when was she into pain?
He may have been young, but he was confident when it came to sex. No denying that.
When he abruptly released her nipple from his mouth with a pop, he lowered to his knees in front of her, putting his face right at the level of her sex. He spread her thighs wide with both hands and inhaled slowly as his face met her pussy.
“My God, you smell good. Even here. Especially here. I’ll never be able to get enough of your scent.” His mouth landed on her sex, and he sucked her clit between his lips, taking the lace with it. His beard brushed against her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin.
She cried out, her spine stiffening while her hands grabbed at his head to push him away. Too much. Too fast. She was going to come if he kept that up.
He released her clit, stuck a finger under the elastic at her hip, and gave a sharp tug, ripping her thong from her body.
She gasped. The air in the room hit her pussy, making her more aware of how wet she was for him.
No one had ever yanked her panties off like that. It happened in books. It happened in movies. It happened on porn sites. It did not happen in real life. Except it did.
The proof was right in front of her.
Her fingers burrowed in his thick hair.
“Let go of my head, Lily. Clasp your hands behind your back.” He didn’t move while he waited for her to comply.
Or rather ordered her to.
Ordered?
Why the hell was there a new wave of moisture leaking out of her? If she wasn’t mistaken, her clit swelled at the same time.
She released his hair and reached behind her back without question, clasping one wrist with the other hand.
Who was she, and what alien had taken over her body?
All she knew was how alive she felt. Nothing in her life compared. Damn the consequences. And she figured there would be consequences to letting this man fuck her in his bathroom tonight.
For starters, she would be ruined for anyone else.
She didn’t care.
“That’s my girl.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers for a moment, smiling. “So hot for me.”
She couldn’t deny his words. So she swallowed and nodded, aware of the fact that her breasts were high and swollen with her arms behind her back. Her thighs quivered under his fingers.
He let his gaze trail down her body slowly, and then he lowered his face to her pussy again and sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked maddeningly over her swollen nub, making her toes curl.
Oh God.
She was going to come. At an embarrassing rate.
She stiffened, willing her body to hold off longer. But something about the way he held her thighs, the command that still rang in her head, and the suction of his mouth was too much.
Her orgasm came hard, her clit pulsing under his lips. He eased off her slowly, licking his mouth and then trailing a line of kisses over her thighs until his mouth lowered to her opening.
She was so sensitive. Post-orgasmic bliss had a hold on her, making her weak. But he was an expert. He knew that. He thrust his tongue into her, mimicking what she hoped he intended to do with his cock. Her libido kicked back into full drive instantly. How did he do that? She’d never gotten so close to a second orgasm. Not even with a vibrator in her own hand. And certainly not in less than a minute from the first.
Just as she got to the edge of a second orgasm, Dominic released her.
She held her breath as he stood and slowly pulled his shirt over his head. He met her gaze and held it while he unbuttoned his jeans, lowered them and his underwear over his hips, and kicked off his shoes. In seconds, he was naked before her, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down in a way that made her long to suck him.
“Say the word, and we stop right now.”
What? She jerked her gaze from his enticing cock to his face. “Not a chance.” She was committed. No way in hell was she stopping now.
A sly grin spread on his face again. She was learning to love that look. He opened a drawer near her hip and pulled out a condom.
When he held it between them with two fingers, she swallowed. “Open it. Put it on me.”
She was shocked, but she released her wrist behind her, took the foil packet from his hands with her traitorous trembling fingers, and managed to extract the condom.
The best part was slowly rolling it down his cock, feeling the throb of the vein underneath and the way his length jerked in her palm several times.
“Enough. Hands behind your back again.”
She did as he instructed, keeping her gaze on his length and hoping he wouldn’t make her wait much longer.
As he stepped between her legs, she wrapped her heels around to his back. His cock nestled between her lower lips perfectly.
It surprised her when he kissed her, putting off entering her needy pussy for another tangle of their tongues. Her arousal shot sky-high again from the teasing little flicks of his tongue and the way he sucked hers into his mouth several times.
He set his hands on her shoulders, but after a few minutes, he lowered them down her arms, pulled her hands apart, and threaded his fingers with hers. He planted their combined hands on the granite, met her gaze, and licked his lips. “I want you, Lily.”
“Thank God.” She tried to chuckle.
“You ready for me?” He didn’t laugh at all.
“Yes,” she uttered. “Please, Dominic. Now.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” His eyes shut halfway as he thrust his cock into her.
She cried out at the intrusion. He was large. And she was tight.
He held himself deep inside her for several heartbeats—letting her adjust? Or perhaps trying to control his own lust.
It wasn’t as if she’d never had sex, but it had been a few months. Even though she’d tossed Luke to the curb that afternoon, she hadn’t been interested in sleeping with him for a while. Deep inside, she’d known he was a dick.
“Move,” she whispered against his neck, enjoying the soft tickle of his facial hair against her cheek. She squirmed her ass on the counter to get closer. Deeper.
He turned his face toward he
r shoulder and sank his teeth into her flesh in a quick, sharp motion, releasing her just as fast. “Don’t try to control this. You’ll be very disappointed if you do.”
What? Oh shit.
She stiffened again. Her pussy gripped his cock though, defying logic.
He nuzzled her neck. “Oh, baby, you have no idea how sexy it is that you enjoy a little dominance.”
Did he feel the way she gripped him when he threatened her?
Dammit.
How on earth did he think she would be disappointed? “What do you mean, disappointed?” Her voice was raspy. Not her own.
He nibbled up to the space behind her ear and then set his lips on the lobe and gave it a nip too. “You do not want me to come hard and fast inside your tight pussy and leave you hanging. Trust me.”
She froze again. He would do that?
Her traitorous pussy joined the rest of her body in demonstrating how sexy his words were and how much more aroused she got when he spoke them. Flutters inside her vaginal walls gripped his cock. There was no way for him to mistake her reaction.
And he didn’t. He continued to kiss a path to her mouth until he gently kissed her lips.
Somehow he managed to remain buried nonchalantly inside her while carrying on a conversation. Her head was spinning with desire. Most of the words she might have spoken were scrambled in her mind.
He spoke again. “I’m observant, Lily.”
“How?” The one word was nearly a gasp. She wanted him to move, not talk. But she didn’t dare suggest such a thing.
He grinned. “You’ve got a submissive side. But you didn’t know this about yourself until about five minutes ago. It’s like a drug. You’ll crave it for the rest of your life now that you’ve had a taste of what it’s like to shatter under the hands of a Dom. Let it go. You can’t stop it. Don’t place any more demands on me. I’m going to make your body hum like you’ve never experienced.
“And you’re going to come around my cock in the deepest orgasm of your life. If…” he paused, “…you can keep your lips shut. If you don’t believe me, try me. I’ll leave you hanging on the edge of bliss so close you can taste it.
“You’ll still be convinced about how submissive you are, probably more so, but your brain will fire in every direction when I dress you back in that sexy skirt and see-through blouse and lead you downstairs to join the others with your clit pulsing and your pussy in tears.”
She nodded, pursing her lips. She believed he would do it. And she had no desire to prove him a liar.
His fingers flattened on the backs of her hands, pressing her palms into the granite. It grounded her in a way.
Then he eased out of her and thrust back in.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the slight renewed sting of pain. He was that large. Large enough to stretch her farther than she’d ever felt before. But it was a wonderful sting that made her crave more.
He delivered.
She bit the inside of her lip to remind herself to keep her mouth shut. Then she enjoyed the best fuck of her life. Her head fell back as he thrust into her hard and fast. Over and over. His stamina was incredible. A regular man would have come already. But not Dominic. Of course not.
She wasn’t sorry because she grew closer to the crest with every thrust. She lost the battle of sealing her lips as she neared the peak.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to watch you fall apart.”
Those words sent her tumbling over the top, a rush of wetness coating his cock as he continued to fuck her. The orgasm dragged out, perhaps extending into a third orgasm as his cock filled her over and over.
Finally, he held himself deep inside her and groaned out his own release.
She swore she could feel the pulsing of his length inside her. It might not have been logical. She’d never noticed a man’s ejaculation before. But this time…
When he stopped moving, remaining deep inside her, he released her hands and flattened his palms on her back to hold her against him. He set his face in the crook of her neck and breathed deeply, almost gasping.
Eventually, he lifted his head, cupped her face, and licked his lips. “Good girl. I’m proud of you.”
She beamed. It was insane that she found those strange words of encouragement anything but demeaning, but she didn’t. He was proud of her.
She had no idea how she felt about what had just happened between them, but for the moment, she reveled under the blanket of his adoration. She had never felt so worshiped.
Desirable.
Sexy.
Chapter Two
Dominic sucked in a breath, nearly moaning again at the scent of her body soap or shampoo or whatever she had on her skin that lured him to her as if he were a panther.
How long had they been gone? Too long, but if they hurried, not long enough for everyone to assume they were fucking somewhere.
Although it would be hard to miss the way Lily’s cheeks were flushed, her blonde curls falling out of the clip that had held some of them up at the sides.
How old was she? He had to guess close to thirty based on how leery she’d been about his own age. Not that he gave a fuck. Her age made her more attractive. She wasn’t a giggly young groupie like the girls who hung around the field before, during, and after a game, hoping to score some alone time with a player.
Lily was confident. Professional. She held her head high.
He remembered her saying she owned an art gallery. That meant she had business sense. Her skirt and blouse attested to that fact.
He needed to move. Staring at her any longer would only make things worse. He eased out of her tight warmth, fighting the urge to moan again. He didn’t want her to see that level of vulnerability. Dammit, he had never let a woman see something like that. Probably because he’d also never felt it before.
Lily brought something out in him he would have to explore later. Not now.
He grabbed a tissue, disposed of the condom, and then turned on the faucet to wet a washcloth.
Lily flinched as he approached. “Hold still, baby. Let me take care of you.”
She gripped his forearm with her fingers, holding his hand away from her swollen pussy. “What are you doing? I’m fine. Let’s get dressed.” She started to scoot to the edge of the vanity.
He stopped her with a hand to her thigh as he reached between her legs. “I’m just going to clean you up. Spread wider for me, Lily.”
She grabbed his arm again, pushing it away. “No. God. Dominic. I’m mortified. It’s okay. Really.”
He lifted his gaze to hers, not letting her push him away. With his other hand, he brushed a lock of blonde hair from her face. “Don’t be embarrassed. I would be remiss if I let you walk out of here with your arousal dripping down your legs.” He lowered his voice and leaned closer. “You don’t even have panties anymore.”
She exhaled, her shoulders falling. “Fine.” She inched her knees apart, seeming to only consent to get it over with.
He wasn’t easily swayed like that. He would never have sex with a woman and then walk away without cleaning her up and making sure she was okay. Granted, this particular encounter hadn’t been like any previous one. Dominic didn’t usually fuck women without discussing his propensities first. It wasn’t fair to them.
But this whirlwind encounter hadn’t been planned. And frankly, he wasn’t sorry. He didn’t think he’d been too rough with her. Not to mention the fact that at no point did she seem to regret their rash decision.
Unfortunately, he’d opened a Pandora’s Box with Lily without warning her. That wasn’t his style. She was a firecracker with a submissive side she hadn’t known existed. It was too late now. It would take her a few days to wrap her mind around what they’d done, and then what?
He didn’t have the answer to that question. He needed a few days himself.
She flinched, sucking in a breath as he gently wiped her thighs and swollen pussy with the warm washcloth.
She didn’t breathe
. Maybe she was shocked or embarrassed? By the time he lifted his gaze and removed his hand, he realized he was wrong. She was aroused.
Damn. She was perfect.
Now all he had to do was convince her to see him again. But not now. Later.
They needed to get downstairs and rejoin the party.
He grabbed her bra and started to pull it up her arms, but she took it from him. “I’m not helpless,” she muttered, shrugging into the lace and clasping it between her fantastic tits. They weren’t huge. But they were perfect for her frame. And her nipples were the lightest shade of pink he’d ever seen. They matched her pale complexion.
She hopped off the edge of the counter before he could help her and reached down to grab her skirt off the floor.
“Sorry about your panties.” He wasn’t. Not even close. The thought of her bare pussy under that short tight skirt for the rest of the evening made his dick stiffen all over again. He grabbed his own pants, not bothering with his underwear as he tugged the soft denim up his legs and buttoned them.
He never took his gaze off Lily, watching her button her blouse and then hop on one foot at a time to put her heels back on. He took two seconds to shrug into his shirt and then resumed looking at her while she spun around to face the mirror.
“Shit,” she muttered, her hands going up to thread through her hair.
He pulled open a drawer and handed her a comb, watching her work through the tangled mess while he put his shoes on. His own hair didn’t look any different than it had before.
She pulled two tiny clips out of her hair, held them in her mouth, arranged the locks on the sides, and slid them back in. Her shoulders and her face fell at the same time. “I look like I just got laid.”
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her chest from behind. He kissed her neck. “You did.”
“But I don’t want anyone else to know that. How humiliating. We just met. They’re all going to think I’m a slut.”
He shook his head. “They won’t. I have a plan.”
“I hope it involves a tube of lipstick hidden somewhere in your bathroom,” she whispered while she rubbed the slight smear of mascara from under her eyes.
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