Moments In Time: A Collection of Short Fiction

by Alexander, Dominic K.

  “You don’t look like anyone’s mother tonight,” he growled.

  Holy shit. I could finally feel the effects of the liquor in my bloodstream, and the sensation of his warm hand on my skin was making me giddy.

  “You want to get out of here?” I asked him without a hint of hesitation. God, that bartender must have made my drink strong as hell; I wasn’t usually so . . . aggressive.

  I watched in astonishment as he tilted his head back and laughed loudly, his even white teeth shining in the dim light of the bar. He had a beautiful smile, and when his mouth opened to laugh, I caught a glimpse of a little imperfection in the form of a silver cap in the back of his mouth. That little, seemingly innocent piece of dental work acted like a freaking aphrodisiac. Without it, his smile was almost too classically beautiful, but with it, he turned into a flesh-and-blood man. Sexy. Someone I could bite and scratch and wrap my body around.

  He finished laughing as I watched, and when he tilted his eyes back down he went from smiling to clenching his jaw again, his eyes narrowing. I was turned on and it showed.

  “How about we dance a little first?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before grabbing my hand and pulling me down from my stool.

  I laughed a little as he led me toward the empty dance floor, trying to keep up with his long strides and failing so miserably that he eventually had to come to a complete stop to let me catch up.

  “Damn, girl.” He groaned as he finally saw what I was wearing in its entirety. His eyes did a slow sweep from my toes to the top of my hair, and then back down to my feet again. “How do you even walk in those?”

  I watched his face in amusement as he battled between bafflement and lust, enjoying the way he was eyeing my body. We were standing awkwardly in the middle of the bar, but he didn’t seem fazed by that fact as he took his time checking me out.

  “Well,” I told him, a small smile on my face, “I’ve had a whole lot of practice. But I can’t take very long strides between the dress and these shoes.”

  I waited for him to either start moving to the dance floor or say something back to me, but he seemed to be in his own little world. When I started to fidget with my dress, worried that something was wrong by the way he was looking at it, he snapped out of whatever it was that held him and shook his head.

  “I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m just . . .” He looked at the floor and laughed a little to himself before meeting my eyes and bringing our joined hands between our bodies. “I’m so fucking turned on right now, I feel like a sixteen-year-old kid,” he told me, brushing the back of my hand against his arousal. “We should probably take a rain check on that dance if we don’t want to be arrested for public indecency.”

  He started to pull me back to the bar to pay our tabs but stopped suddenly and spun around, causing me to bump into his chest and totter on my sky-high heels. I was trying to catch my balance when he let go of my hand and wrapped one arm around me—practically pulling my toes from the floor as our chests met. His other hand reached out to lightly brush my eyebrow with his fingertip, and I felt my eyes flutter at the sensation. God, I’d missed that feeling.

  Before I could gather my thoughts or prepare myself, his hand had swept down my cheek to firmly grab my jaw. Within seconds, he was licking the lip gloss off my mouth in a frenzy. My hands moved up to his shoulders to push him back, I was feeling a little self-conscious about being on display, but the desperation in his kiss had me wrapping my hand around the side of his neck and rubbing his jaw softly with my thumb instead.

  I remembered a quote, “Only light can conquer darkness,” and in that moment, I knew I had to fight his desperation with calm—even as I was willing away tears. So he wanted to make out like a couple of drunk kids at a frat party, in front of everyone in the bar? I’d let him. It’s not like he was asking me to ride him on a bar stool.

  Once my lips had been thoroughly cleaned of any gloss whatsoever and my lips were feeling sore and swollen from his assault, he seemed to get his shit together and slowly pulled back. He was embarrassed. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine and his cheeks had slowly taken on a deep red shade as he pulled back between nibbling bites. When he was finally done, he leaned his forehead against mine so our noses were barely touching when he spoke in a low voice.

  “Sorry about that,” he murmured.

  It was apparent he was feeling out of his element after his loss of control, and I didn’t like it. His kiss was one of the best things I’d ever tasted. Hell, after that I was so turned on I would have agreed to dance on the bar and give him a personal strip tease. Instead of making a big deal about his mouth attack, I decided to play it cool as I tugged him toward the bar.

  “Shit, if that’s what you do to my lips, you’re going down on me before we get off the elevator,” I told him with a smile.

  We made our way to the elevator in a hasty retreat that had me giggling. We didn’t talk; we were in too much of a hurry for that, our anticipation building with each step closer to the hotel room. His hands never left my body, though, they roamed freely over my torso and back as if he were reassuring himself that I was still there with him. I expected him to at least kiss me in the elevator after my little comment, but he didn’t. He just stood silently behind me, running his hands up my sides and then down over my hips.

  He ushered me to a room at the end of the long hallway, pulling out a key card from the back of his jeans as he went. I’d paid little attention to what he was wearing in the bar, I’d been too enamored with his beautiful face, but now as we stood in the bright lights of the hallway, I took stock of what he had on. He was wearing jeans that just fit, not baggy or the ridiculous skinny jeans I’d seen on many of the guys around town. His shirt was a nice button-down that was gray with white pinstripes, and the sleeves were rolled up, showcasing tattoos that covered both his forearms. I gazed down at his hand that was fiddling with the key card and noticed scratches covering the back of his knuckles, and his shiny black wedding ring. I quickly looked away. I didn’t want to think about what was on his hand.

  By the time I’d finished checking him out, he was guiding me into his room with a hand on my back. My heart raced and my hands shook as I dropped the purse that had been hanging on my wrist to the floor. I started for the bed, only to be caught by a hand around my belly before the door even closed. He gently pushed my curls aside with his other hand, leaving my neck bare so he could run his nose up the side of it, inhaling deeply.

  I tipped my head back onto his shoulder, giving him more room to explore as he opened his mouth against the skin below my ear. I might have made a noise, I wasn’t sure, but soon the hand not securing me at my waist was pulling my dress slowly up my thighs. I knew from his vantage point above my shoulder he could see my chest heaving and my breasts almost popping out of the top of my bra, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to look at me. His hips ground against my ass in a slow rhythm, and I don’t think he was even aware he was doing it. I felt powerful knowing I’d turned him on.

  When his hand reached the top of my thighs, he groaned into my neck and his hips stopped moving.

  “Fuuuck. You’re wearing a damn garter belt?” He groaned through his teeth.

  I was feeling pretty proud of myself until he completely let go of me and stepped farther into the room. I felt the stirrings of embarrassment as I stood watching him as he crossed the room to sit on the king-sized bed.

  Had I gone too far? Maybe the garter belt made me look like I was trying too hard.

  My hands begin to fidget and I quickly relaxed them, letting them fall limply to my sides. I knew he liked the garter belt by his initial reaction. I defensively straightened my shoulders. Sexy lingerie was nothing to be embarrassed about.

  He sat watching me for less than a minute, but it seemed like two hours before his gravelly voice told me exactly why he’d let me go.

  “Take the dress off,” he rasped. His voice brooked no argument, but I still hesitated as I tried to figure out how I was going to get it off w
ithout looking like an idiot. I’d assumed that my dress would be torn off tonight, with no thought to how it would look as it came off; I hadn’t planned on a goddamn strip tease. If I tried to take it off over my head, my hair would be a mess, but trying to shimmy it off down my body would make me look like a damned contortionist.

  I stood there debating what to do, not moving until he looked me in the eyes and growled, “Now.”

  I started to step out of my shoes, pausing as he ordered me to keep them on. Frustrated, I tottered as I started pulling the dress down my shoulders. It wasn’t as hard to strip down as I’d thought, but I was feeling self-conscious once it was off and he made no move toward me. I was still standing by the door, now down to just my underwear and heels.

  “Fuck, baby.” He inhaled sharply, his gaze slowly moving up and down my body. “Turn around. Let me see the back.”

  I spun slowly to face the door and heard him groan as I stood with my back to him. The embarrassment I’d felt was long gone by then, and I was reveling in the fact that the lingerie was affecting him so strongly. I didn’t hear him stand up, but soon he was against my back again, pushing me toward the door in a quick move that had me bracing my hands against the wood.

  “This all for me, pretty girl?” he asked me quietly as he ran his hand down my ass, snapping the garter against the back of my thigh. He reached around to the front of my legs and quickly unhooked the front garters, before sliding his hands between my legs and hooking his fingers under my panties. “Look at you. I’ve barely touched you and you’re all soft and wet,” he whispered in my ear, running his fingers slowly over my skin.

  I whimpered and pressed my ass back against his hips, but he pulled his lower half away from me and moved his hand between us to unhook the garters in the back. By the time he was done, we were both breathing heavily, and I was ready for him to throw me on the bed or against the wall and just finish it already.

  I almost wept in relief when he grabbed the top of my thong and slowly pulled it down my legs, tapping each ankle when he wanted me to step out of it. He hooked my thigh-highs back to my garter belt slowly, running his fingers along the edges when he was finished, causing goose bumps to break out all over my skin. I didn’t think about the way he was crouched behind me until I felt his warm breath against the back of my thighs.

  “Scoot your feet back a little,” he instructed as he slid his hands up and down the outside of my legs. I could barely hear him over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears, but I followed his direction until I was about a foot away from the door, my hands still braced in front of me. “That’s it, pretty girl. Now, spread,” he told me gently.

  He must have noticed the way I was shaking, but he didn’t say anything about it as he situated me the way he wanted. I wouldn’t say I was nervous exactly, I wasn’t afraid, but the anticipation was killing me and he didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Frankly, I was getting frustrated at his control. How could he be so calm and collected when I was on fire? The little devil on my shoulder told me I needed to shatter his calm, so before I was even conscious of what I was doing, I had arched my back and raised my ass, giving him a perfect view of what he wanted.

  He was on me before I could take another breath. Soon after, I was screaming against the door. His hands held each of my ass cheeks as he sucked and nibbled and bit at me, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm with every move of his mouth between my legs. My knees began to tremble the closer I came to detonation, and my heels wobbled dangerously as I tried to keep my balance. I had nothing to hang on to, and my nails were scratching at the door as I tried to find something to hold me up. I was teetering close to the edge when he abruptly stopped and stood up behind me.

  I was so frustrated, I thought my head was going to explode. I spun around to bitch at him for leaving me hanging, but the look on his face as he wiped off his mouth stopped me cold.

  He looked hungry.

  I’m not sure who moved first, but one minute we were two feet apart and the next he was holding me as I wrapped my legs around his torso and dove straight for his mouth. He tasted like beer and me, and I couldn’t get enough as I pulled at the buttons of his shirt. I wasn’t having any luck getting it off with my fumbling fingers, and I whimpered deep in my throat in desperation.

  I wanted to hit something. I wanted to tear off the stupid shirt with my fingernails. I bit his lower lip and then sucked hard in frustration, and any calm he’d retained completely evaporated. He used one hand to open the back clasp of my bra, then spun me toward the bed and tossed me down.

  He didn’t follow me, though, he just watched me land and pulled his shirt off over his head with one hand, wearing a shit-eating grin the entire time. I couldn’t help but smile back just as brightly as I lay sprawled out on the bed. His whole face was lit up with joy, and I couldn’t help but giggle softly in response.

  He quickly stripped his bottom half, hopping on each foot as he pulled off his shoes and then pushed his jeans and boxers down at the same time. I was anxious for him to come to me, but I didn’t regret for one second the full minute he spent completely naked and aroused as he looked at me from the end of the bed. His entire body was long, hard, and ridiculously sexy, and I couldn’t believe my luck that he’d chosen me.

  When he finally crawled on top of me, he kissed my lips gently. Our breathing had once again grown deep and steady, and I was so overwhelmed I had to beat back the urge to cry. His whole body surrounded me and I took those moments to breathe in his scent and enjoy the warmth of his skin. There was nothing else like it in the entire world—that first brush of full-body, skin-on-skin contact.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered against my lips before sliding his mouth down my neck to my nipples. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” he told my breasts seriously, and my breath caught on a surprised laugh before he pulled one of my nipples gently between his lips. It was almost comforting the way he gently kissed and licked my breasts. He was building me up again slowly and I loved it, but eventually my patience ran out on another teasing lick of my nipple.

  I slid my hand from where it had rested on his back, slowly up the back of his neck and into the mop of hair at the top of his head, wrenching his face up so he was looking at me. The grin on his face was a clear indicator that he knew I was done with the teasing, but just to be sure, I gave his hair another tug.

  “Do it right!” I told him in exasperation.

  “You do realize that’s the first thing you’ve said to me since we got up here, right?” he said, still grinning.

  “No, it’s not.” At least I didn’t think it was. I tried to think back to when we walked in the room, but his hand had slid from the bed to my breast and was pinching my nipple in a slow, steady rhythm that was scrambling my brain.

  “Those are the first words, though you’ve been groaning and screaming . . . ,” he rumbled softly, watching his hand work on my breast.

  I wanted to say something about his arrogance, I really did, but he was bracing his hand at my shoulder and moving his hips toward mine, and I was literally holding my breath as I waited. I wanted him inside me, and I wasn’t willing to do anything to stop his dick’s momentum as it slid up my thigh.

  When he was finally exactly where I wanted him, he leaned back on his knees and draped my thighs over his, giving him an up-close view of where we met. I tipped my head back and waited as his thumb started circling my clit, once again bringing me closer and closer to release. I knew that any second he was going to push inside me and I wanted to savor that first glide. I was practically floating in the clouds as he circled and circled, so I was startled when I heard his sharp voice.

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  My eyes flew open, and the moment they did he drove himself halfway in with one hard push. I couldn’t help the yelp that came out of my mouth at the intrusion, but even as I made it, I found my body growing wetter, easing his way in. That was when I made a startling discovery.

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p; “Condom! You forgot a condom!” I screeched, trying to pull away. I was in such an awkward position that I couldn’t easily slide away from him, especially when he wrapped his arms under my knees and tightly grasped my thighs.

  “I didn’t forget,” he told me, sliding partially out and then sliding only halfway in again.

  “Yes, you did! I can feel you. You don’t have one on!” I tried desperately to argue, but the minute I started to sit up toward him to point at the offending condomless dick, he slammed into me hard. As he bottomed out, I gasped and flew back against the pillows, my back arching in pleasure.

  “You don’t say anything for the first, what, half an hour we’re here, and then you can’t stop talking by the time we get to the bed.” He shook his head at me, breathing hard as he slowly pulled out and slammed back in over and over.

  “I didn’t forget to wear a condom,” he said in a quiet voice, barely audible above the sound of our breathing. “Wanted to feel you. I chose not to wear one.” And with that, his thumb slid back to my clitoris and every muscle in my body tightened as I came with a scream.

  He only pumped into me a couple more times before he leaned down, practically folding me in half as he took my mouth in a deep kiss and he groaned his release. When he leaned back up, he dropped my legs from his arms and they practically flopped to the bed, I was so boneless. It had been so long since I’d had someone else doling out the orgasms, I was loath to even lift my arms when he lay down at my side. I just wanted to enjoy the feeling for a while.

  When I finally came down from my high, he was lying next to me in bed, gazing at my face.

  “Was it good for you?” I asked, my smile huge. I couldn’t help but tease him after the pickup lines he’d used at the bar. I was laughing a little at my joke, but he didn’t crack a smile.

  “Never had better,” he told me seriously, pulling my body against his side so he could drop a kiss on my forehead. “But your hair’s a fucking rat’s nest. You look like Medusa.”