A Dominant Man (13 page)

“After
then,” I mumble.

The tables are set up on one side of the massive white tent. Damian
guides us over to my parent’s table, pulls out my chair and takes the seat next to me, so I am tucked between him and Chase. I lean over to Hunt.

“We don’t need to sit at my parents table if you’re uncomfortable.”

“Yes, we do. It means a lot to you, and I want to please you,” he replies with a serious face.

They serve black-pepper salmon, creamed spinach, and roasted red potatoes. The tent is buzzing with laughter and conversation.
Olivia’s at the table near ours, staring at us with contempt, ignoring the guests at her table. Our professional and personal relationship is done, but that doesn’t matter, not when Hunt’s hand is placed high up on my thigh. A tent full of chatting partygoers all around us as he suggestively gropes at me.

My folks are adjacent to
Chase, out of eyeshot, as are three hundred other pairs of eyes. He rubs toward the inner most part of my thigh, and I scoot my chair in to conceal his hand using the tablecloth and black napkin over my lap.

Hunt leans in, whispering into my ear, “I can’t wait to get between these thighs.”

I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning out.

As dinner goes on, his soft caresses become aggressive and sensual. His strong fingers knead at my upper thigh, pinkie grazing just above my wet slit. My n
ipples tighten against the silk. The entire lower half of my body tingles from the arousal and adrenaline of being this public about our heavy petting.

I’m flush, lids lowered from his secret touch, but he remains cool, collected
, conversing with guests at our table. He casually chats with my parents, staring them in the eye, never faltering. My dad and Hunt talk business and such. It’s terribly dull banter.

I turn my attention to
Chase, and Damian gives my thigh a pinching squeeze of disapproval. I rest a hand on his firm cock, dominating the length of his thigh, and stroke sluggishly. I linger at the tip, which I tease with a finger. His face is still staid, but his breathing and skilled fingers are frantic. He can’t seem to get where he wants to be
badly
. Unfortunately, the silk dress is too snug for any extras down there.

He leans into my ear. “I think it’s time you give me a tour of your grounds.”

“I think you may be right. I’m beyond ready to feel your hands on me, but even more, I want mine on you. I’m going to knock your fucking socks off, Hunt, along with every other article of clothing.”

He licks his lips and lets out a low growl.

We excuse ourselves from the table as other guests start to rise from their chairs and scatter across the massive property. We walk to the house and arrive at the marble stairs leading up to it. Due to my high heels and snug dress, poor Hunt has to drag me everywhere.

“This will take forever. Where is your room exactly?”

“Upstairs,” we say in unison.

“Fuck this,” he gripes.

When it seems he’s aborting our mission, he scoops me into his arms and carries me up the marble stairs. He heads through the terrace doors into the entryway, up more stairs, and finally down the hall to my bedroom at the end.

“I’m tired just watching you,” I comment as he sets me down just inside my childhood bedroom, unchanged from when I left for college. There’s something erotic in making love to this man in my old bedroom, every one downstairs. He shuts the door with his foot, and I lean in to lock it.

“My mom kep…”

“Are you on the pill?”

“What?!”

“I want you with nothing between us. I want to feel you. Are you on the pill?”

“Yes, I am. But I need to review a test before I would even consider hitting it raw, that’s just not something I do.”

He cocks a brow at my choice of words.
“I happen to have one. It’s in my wallet.”

“You carry a test around with you?
”

“I’m always prepared, Gabrielle,” he says as if I’m crazy for not carrying one around, too.
“However, no, I don’t normally carry it around with me. I didn’t know where the night would take us.” He grabs his wallet from an inner pocket in his jacket, taking out the results and handing them to me. I notice it’s recent and negative.

“I didn’t bring my credentials.”

“I saw your last test, and you haven’t been with anyone lately. You’re last fuck was that Irish wannabe artist, Walker McQueen. Am I correct?”

“How did you…how do you know my sex life?”

“I do my research.”

“Yes, true. I haven’t been with anyone since him.”

“I need to get inside and fuck you right. Don’t you want me, gorgeous?”

“Yes, take me, please.”

He pounces, pressing me against the door, large hands cupping my face, kissing me with rapacious fervor. I catch up with his desperate pace, hands thrusting into his hair, fingers clenching at thick strands. Damian’s hands slide down my torso to my hips pulling me against his solid erection, digging it into my hip and thigh.

He
eradicates his lips slightly. “I want to show you how much I crave you,” he whispers against my mouth.

He hauls us away from the door and spins me around, so I’m facing away from him. His fingers graze the curve of my back, and I jolt at his soft touch. The tenderness is provocative
, causing my yearning for him to grow to exponential heights. His fingers slide around the edge of the dramatic drop in my dress, up to my neck and into my hair, where they skillfully let down the bun. My golden waves cascade down, flowing to my breasts, covering my naked back.

Hunt hooks his fingers onto the edge of my dress by the shoulders, drawing it open, allowing it to fall and hang at my waist. One tug and it’s on the floor pooling around my heels. I am his present, a gift to unwrap, and what lies underneath is his surprise. Damian prowls about me, taking all of me in. Then he halts abruptly to face me.

“My god, Gabrielle, you’re perfection. I am going to fuck you two ways from Sunday,” he growls.

His eyes dart to my e
xposed swollen breasts and wet V. When they meet mine, they’re a darker shade of green, hunter green. His tongue licks along parted lips, breathing is harsh as he peers at me through hooded lids. I stand here in my garter, stockings, and black pumps, allowing him to ogle me.

“You are the most seductive woman. I feel out of control when I’m near you.” Then he does something I would never expect a man like him to do. He drops down to his knees with a gaze full of devotion. “I worship you,
Gabrielle
.”

He places one of my feet on his muscular thigh, massaging the calf, working up. His adulating tou
ch is filled with desire for me, and I revel in the idea of this divinely dark creature being mine.

My chest heaves and muscles tense
as he gets close to my crease, then stops. He removes my pump and puts my foot back on the ground, repeating with the other stem. Hunt’s touch drives me wild, sending currents coursing through my veins, taking me over. He leans in, kissing up my inner, silk-adorned thigh, and when his lustful lips finally caress the skin above my stocking, I convulse.

He grasps his hand around the back of my knee and lifts it onto his broad shoulder. His dazzling face is right in front of my eager slit, his breaths are like hot silk warming me, making me burn for him.

In the blink of an eye, his tongue’s on me, tracing the edge of my lips, causing my pulse to quicken and legs to weaken. Hunt grips his powerful hands on my bum, smashing me onto his mouth allowing him to devour me.

I fist my hands into his thick
, messy hair and pull sharply as desire takes control of me. I gape at him working his masterful dark magic on my tensing cleft. One of his hands move and a long, thick finger enters me. He glides in and out, leisurely invading my soaked opening to the knuckle, eyes open, blazing up at me.

“I’ve dreamt of your sweet little cunt, my favorite dessert, and I’m going to indulge in you all night.” He licks me off his lips, going back in for seconds, his swift velvety tongue takes a few more laps, and he growls, “
Gabrielle.
”

His mouth still pressed against my lips, my name vibrates my sensitive clit. One last plunge of his finger, and I sp
asm for him, cumming violently as the overwhelming release takes over my body.

He plucks my leg from his wide shoulder and rises to hold me while I come down from
my body-shaking, mind-melting orgasm, trembling in his able arms. I know it was quick, but he’s too fucking good, and it’s been far too long since I’ve felt the erotic touch of a man.

Before I realize it, my garter’s on the floor next to the rest of my things. He clutches my hand and leads me to the bed.

“Sit,” he orders.

I do as I’m told, and he kneels down, slipping
his fingers under the lace of my stockings and peeling them off, little by little.

I hear music
playing through closed windows and recognize it as ‘All Shook Up’ performed by Avila. It’s a slow, sensual rendition of the Elvis Presley hit. The song makes what we’re about to partake in more erotic, playing into our desire.

He stands up, undressing with fervid speed. Articles of clothing fly off, tossed carelessly to the side. He rips off his tux shirt so fast I’m surprised the buttons don’t go bursting about the room. He yanks off his pants, and I revel at the sight of his powerful cock hanging under its weight. I marvel at the size of it, nine inches at least, and the thickness is truly awe-inspiring.

There is nothing average or mediocre about this man.

His
torso’s exquisitely sculpted, hard enough to cut diamonds on. Every muscle on him is clear and cut like the statue of a god. Adonis living and breathing before me, offering himself up to me, a mere mortal, who has no right to lustfully gaze upon such a divine creature.

“Lie down,” he commands with a stern, curt voice.

I’m taken aback by his tone, but I comply, lying across the width of the bed. I place my arms above my head, and he smiles down at me with his secret lopsided smirk as if he’s privy to something I’m not.

He crawls onto the bed, spreading my legs with his body, planting fisted hands on either side of my hips. Hunt’s lean, steel waist is wedged betw
een my soft thighs, broad chest and stunning face level with my torso.

He attacks it with forceful lips, kissing
me roughly, tongue tasting, demolishing me with electric strokes. He creeps up my wanting body to the crease under my tender breasts, tracing it. His masterful tongue slithers across the hypersensitive flesh to my stiff nipple, drawing it into his sultry mouth. I writhe and whimper at the delicious contact. My back arcs and breasts elevate, bringing me deeper into his oral caress. His tongue flicks at the tip clamped acutely between his teeth, causing pained moans to escape my lips.

“Tell me when it’s too much for you. I’ll stop immediately.”

“More,” I moan, and he grins approvingly.

He comes back down on the other, rougher this time, and really works it. It’s both painful and spectacular. He tugs on my nipple and releases, letting it snap back.

“Ahh,” I groan out.

He moves his hot lips up to my neck, chin, and finally
mouth. He leans his weight onto his elbows, massive body eclipsing mine, and stares deep into my eyes. I feel his bare tip brush against my slippery slit, and I shiver with sexual agony. I want him, all of him.

He swivels his hips, parting my lips with the head of his stiff cock. I moan and slap my hands onto his back. The anti
cipation’s maddening as an overwhelming need to rushes through me.

I stare imploringly into his emerald eyes, and he answers my silent plead, surging forward, entering my eager core. He fills me up quickly, and I gasp from the divine burn of his thick cock stretching me out. I shudder in sheer ecstasy.

“Gabrielle, you feel…right. You’re made for me.”

I fling my arms around his lower waist, bringing him closer to me, moaning at his tender words, intimate words.

He remains motionless, allowing me to acclimate to the fullness, twitching inside me. He gazes into my entranced eyes and hauls his hips back, exiting slowly, so I feel every solid inch extracted from my body to the tip. He sluggishly thrusts in to the hilt, repeating this deliberate pace until he’s slick with my arousal, and I’m stretched to his liking.

He wrenches back, pausing for an instant before slamming into me with a body-jarring jolt. He begins our hard
, unhurried pace, increasing little by little until we’re fucking wildly, bodies grinding together in perfect time. Damian hammers into me, his sack slapping my ass with every drub.

He hauls himself up, creating a cold, empty space between us. His hand clasps onto my ankle, tossing it over his shoulder then doing the same to the other. The position makes him go deeper, hitting the end on occasion
, forcing jagged groans to break from my mouth.

“I love…being inside…you.”