Bad Boy Dom (8 page)

I flushed, swallowing. “Thanks,” I said, feeling awkward. The moment had gone to one of great intensity, and I could feel my pulse racing. We were so close that I could smell him, and the scent was like coming home. Dom leaned forward, pulling my chin closer, and gently placed his lips against mine.

The kiss was electric, and his lips felt so good on my mouth. Slowly, he parted my lips with his tongue and slipped it into my mouth, gently licking at my lower lip. I moaned, pulling myself closer to Dom on the couch. He wrapped his arms around me and tangled his hands through my hair, kissing me harder and harder. I could feel his rock-hard body shifting underneath me and pleasure flared through my stomach. His hands slowly slid down my back, tugging up my hoodie and resting on my bare back; even though they were warm, I found myself shivering. Dom broke our kiss and pulled away, gently kissing down the side of my face and my neck. I moaned, grinding against him in a frenzy of desire. It was like everything that had been locked up inside of me for years was finally breaking free and coming to the surface. Dom was waking me up, he was making me feel like a real woman; one who felt desire, and love, and embraced both of those things. I felt my cold persona slip away as he nuzzled and kissed at my neck, inching my hoodie up my sides. Goosebumps broke out all over my torso and Dom slipped his hands even higher, then cupped my bare breasts. It felt so good that I arched my back, grinding against him and feeling an erection against me, through my jeans. Sitting up, I looked down at Dom. He kept his hands on my breasts, gently stroking them, but not paying any attention to my nipples. I squirmed, wanting more.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, finding my nipples and rubbing them with his thumbs. I moaned again, enjoying the heavenly sensations that were spreading out from my chest. Between my legs, my pussy throbbed. I was already soaking wet, and the crotch of my panties rubbing against my clit felt amazing.

“Yes,” I replied, looking at him. He looked so happy, and even though I could tell he was still exhausted, I felt a surge of love rush through my body. “It’s more than fine, Domenic.”

“I promise I won’t leave you again,” he said, staring into my eyes. I nodded. I didn’t want to trust him, but I couldn’t look at him without feeling completely overwhelmed. “I don’t know what this means,” he gestured between us. “But I won’t leave you again with no word, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded. Crossing my arms over my stomach, I grabbed the edges of my hoodie and pulled it over my head. The cool air made my nipples stiffen even more, and Dom rolled them in his fingers, making me gasp and arch my back. Gently, Dom took ahold of my hips and pushed me off of him, getting up and off the couch. Wordlessly, he took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine and pulling me up. He led me up the staircase and into his bedroom, pulling me into a close embrace. His shirt was still damp from my tears, and it chilled my bare skin as he held me, stroking my back. His intoxicating musk filled my senses, and I inhaled deeply, wanting to memorize the way he smelled.

With trembling fingers, I undid the snap of my jeans, pulling down the zipper and wriggling out of them. Now, I stood in front of Dom clad only in a pair of light blue lace panties. He reached down to scoop me up in his arms and set me down on the bed. I watched breathlessly as he pulled his shirt off, exposing a flawless tan chest. He was a little less bulky than he had been in high school, and I could see where a little chest hair had sprouted, but he was still every inch the perfect sex god. His muscles were well defined and I couldn’t help reaching out and tracing my finger along the line of his perfect abs. Dom sighed with pleasure, getting on the bed with me and pulling me close. I wrapped my bare legs around one of his and he put his hands on my hips, grinding his muscular thigh against the damp crotch of my panties. It felt so good that I gasped. Dom chuckled and dragged his fingernails down my bare back. I nuzzled into his neck and kissed all over his throat, feeling his stubble poke at my lips. Gently, I sucked on his earlobe, making him purr. My whole body was throbbing with desire for him, and I didn’t want to wait. Disentangling myself, I crawled down his body and unfastened his pants, tugging them down and watching his erection bob free. It looked just as perfect as it had before, and eagerly, I took the first few inches into my mouth. Dom groaned, jerking his hips and pushing his cock in deeper, wrapping his hands around the back of my head. He tasted so good, like musk and salt, and I inhaled his fragrance as I sucked and licked at the massive erection straining my lips. Dom used his hands to gently push my head up and down, and once I understood what he wanted me to do, I began to do it faster and faster, licking the base of his cock and using my hand to pump at the few inches I couldn’t fit in my mouth. It excited me so much to pleasure him like this; again I was surprised at how in control it could make me feel. Having his cock in my mouth should have felt degrading, but I just wanted to make him feel good. The delicate skin pulsed and throbbed as I pleasured him, and I lapped at the pre-cum that was forming on the head greedily.

“Mmmm,” I murmured, gently cupping his balls with my free hand. “You taste good.” As I arched my back to get into a more comfortably position, the wet fabric of my panties strained against my throbbing, swollen clit. It felt so good that I moaned with Dom’s cock in my mouth, making him gasp and buck with pleasure.

After a minute, Dom pushed me back. I sat up on my knees on the bed, watching him. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, his erect cock quivering in the air. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from how beautiful he was. He looked like a statue in a museum, every inch of him was golden, tanned, perfection.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, gazing at me. I looked down; my breasts had gotten bigger since high school and my stomach was still flat, but I felt so plain next to how radiant Dom was. He reached over and teased his fingers between my legs, stroking the damp lace right over my clit. I shrieked, feeling a spasm of pleasure shoot through my body. Dom bit his lower lip, looking at me with hunger. I lay back down next to him and he got on all fours, pushing my legs apart and crawling between them. I could feel his breath on my skin through the wet fabric barely covering my pussy and I moaned in anticipation. He twisted the crotch of my panties to the side and gently bit my wet labia, making me squirm and twist on the bed. It had years since I had felt like this, but feeling the pleasure tear through me, I never wanted it to stop. Dom’s tongue parted my lips and began to suck on my engorged clit. A warm feeling was building in my lower stomach and I groaned, spreading my legs even further and grinding against Dom’s face. He slid a finger into my pussy as he licked at me, making me thrash all over the bed. When I could feel my orgasm starting to build, he pulled away, roughly yanking my panties down and tossing them across the floor. Dom crawled up and flopped down on his back, pulling me on top of him. I straddled him, feeling the head of his cock push at me. Dom’s face screwed up in pleasure, he reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock, steadying himself as he slid into my pussy. I gasped; it hurt a little bit, it had been so long since I’d felt him.

“Are you on birth control?” Dom gasped, squeezing a handful of my ass cheek. It hurt a little and I yelped, making him grin. He looked at me expectantly, obviously waiting for an answer.

I nodded, furiously. His cock was stretching me out, but it felt so good I could barely move. Amazing little shocks of pleasure shot through my body as Dom started to thrust up and into me, and I steadied myself with a hand against his perfect chest. The movements of his hips were sending small darts of pleasure through my body and every time he moved, my clit rubbed up against his pelvic bone. It made me gasp and flush, and he dug his fingers even further into my ass cheeks. The feeling was a little painful, but I loved the way he was forcing me to ride him like this. Dom took my hands and put them on my breasts, rubbing my nipples with my thumbs. It felt amazing and I continued on my own, moaning and throwing my head back as I pleasured myself. He started thrusting harder and harder and took hold of my ass again, rubbing my crotch against his pelvic bone until I was squealing. Dom rubbed a finger against my sopping pussy and gently pushed it between the cheeks of my ass, making me squirm and blush. I looked down at him and he grinned at me; I suddenly knew what he was doing. I leaned forward on him a little bit, spreading my cheeks, and he gently flicked his finger back and forth against my exposed, quivering asshole. It felt deliciously raunchy and tingly, and I blushed but didn’t push his hand away. It felt so good that I wanted to cry. Dom kept rubbing my taut asshole with his finger, gently slipping in and out once I was relaxed. The feeling made me wriggle; between that and his giant erection, I felt like I was stuffed. Suddenly, Dom slid his finger all the way into my ass, making me jerk my hips. I screamed as I felt my whole body paralyzed with pleasure. He gasped and suddenly started thrusting harder than ever. A wave of orgasm crested through me and I sobbed as my body trembled. Dom’s thrusts became, even more intense and he groaned, straining and then gushing into me. I felt his cock pulse as he came and I shuddered; I was absolutely spent. I eased myself off of Dom’s cock and he reached up, pulling me down and wrapping his arms around me. There was a giant wet spot on the bed, but I didn’t mind; his warmth felt so good and relaxing, and I was exhausted from our mind-blowing sex.

As Dom held me and stroked my hair, my mind began to race again. I couldn’t believe everything that had just happened.
Am I dreaming
? I asked myself, pinching my arm. It hurt and I gasped a little, making Dom squeeze me tighter with his arms. It was unbelievable that less than 24 hours ago, I had never heard of Seth, or Anya, or any of these people that had somehow made us fight and understand what was really going on. My mind was filled with nagging questions and doubts, but I couldn’t deny what I felt in my heart. I knew that no matter how I’d felt, no matter how much anger I’d carried around for six years, this was exactly where I belonged right now.

“Is this real?” I wondered aloud, shifting into a more comfortably position. Between my legs was raw and stinging and uncomfortably wet; I wished I could go clean up, but I was exhausted.

“It’s real,” Dom said quietly, kissing the back of my head. I felt him sigh and yawn, then pull a blanket over us. “I promise it’s real.”

When I woke up the next morning, Domenic was sitting in bed next to me and staring at the ceiling. He looked wide awake and seeing his tousled blonde hair over a smirking grin made all the memories of the previous night come crashing back down on me. My cheeks flushed as I remembered Dom’s flowery apology, then our lovemaking. I was naked under the sheet and I could feel my still-slippery thighs rubbing together as I twisted around. Dom glanced down at me, seeming huge from his upright position.

“Hi,” I croaked, biting my lower lip. Dom grinned at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach; sometimes it felt like no amount of time would erase the intense attraction I felt whenever he was around.

“Hey yourself,” Dom purred, leaning down and stroking my hair with his hand. His touch felt so good, I closed my eyes and snuggled closer. Dom wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me tightly. “You slept like a log,” he whispered in my ear. “You were adorable.”

I flushed, attempting to wriggle away. Dom didn’t let me, and he quickly flipped me on my back, kissing into my neck. His lips and tongue felt ticklish on my bare skin, and I shrieked, pushing back and thrashing with all of my might. Dom was still much stronger, and he grabbed my wrists together, holding them with one hand. Slowly, the moment became more serious and I felt my heart begin to thud in my chest. Dom lowered his body over mine and kissed my lips, gently opening my mouth with his tongue. He felt so good that I moaned and instinctively spread my legs, grinding against his naked body through the sheet. I could feel his massive erection straining against me, and I wanted him inside of me again, right then.

“I want you,” I murmured throatily, nipping his earlobe. Dom gasped in pleasure, gently stroking a finger down my neck. He pulled the sheet back and just when he was about to crawl between my legs, I heard the unmistakable sound of his iPhone ringing.

“Shit,” Dom muttered, getting off me in one smooth motion. He loped across the room with all the grace of a former athlete, grabbed his phone off the desk and looked at the caller ID. His face darkened, and I suddenly knew who it was going to be before he answered.

“Who is it?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“Hi Mom,” Dom answered the phone with gritted teeth. I winced; unfortunately, I’d been correct. On the other end, I could hear Sandy’s stream of endless, cheerful chatter. Dom made a show of pretending to check his watch and tap his toe on the ground, but since he was naked, the effect was absurdly comical. I giggled and buried my face in the covers, waiting for him to be finished with the phone and come back to bed. I caught Dom staring at me and I stared back, holding his gaze as I lowered the sheet down my body. He was rapt with attention and I grinned, enjoying the feeling of power as much as I did when I sucked him off. Slowly, I lowered the sheet beneath my breasts. Dom kept watching as I began to rub my nipples with my fingers, then stretch and pinch them gently. The slightly painful sensation turned pleasurable quickly, and I tossed my head back in a quiet moan. Knowing Dom was watching made it even hotter, and I fluttered my eyelashes at him, pulling the sheet away from the rest of my body.

“Uh, what’s that?” Dom stammered, blushing as he almost dropped the phone. I felt victorious knowing that I was controlling him with desire. Once he seemed to regain what Sandy was saying, I spread my legs and let the fingers of one hand wander lower and lower down my belly. I couldn’t believe I was acting like such a slut, but making Dom aroused was making
me
aroused, too. Cautiously, I stroked a finger down the fold of my labia.

“Oh,” I whimpered, unable to stay silent. Dom’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head and he covered the receiver with a hand, shooting me a glare. I winked at him and spread my legs further so I was doing a split on the bed. My fingers found my clit almost instantly and I could feel that it was already swollen and engorged. It felt so good that I moaned a little. Pleasure darted through my body as I gently rubbed little circles around my clit, using my other hand to tweak and pull at my stiff nipples.

“Stop,” Dom mouthed, uncovering the receiver. “Sorry, Mom. What was that?” His voice sounded irritated, but he couldn’t stop watching me, and I could see that his cock had again stiffened. He was so beautiful naked, I loved staring at the way his erection sprung free from his body. Thinking about him plunging his massive cock inside of me, again and again, sent shivers down my spine and I wiggled on the bed, using two fingers to softly stroke my clit. I was shuddering and gasping now, and I could think of nothing but the pleasure flooding my body. As Dom watched, I rubbed myself into a fast and heavy orgasm, panting and gasping.

“Okay, mom thanks. I love you too. See you soon.” Dom’s voice sounded a few octaves lower than normal as he hung up and tossed the iPhone across the room. I lay on the bed in a post-orgasm haze, sleepily waiting for him to join me. Instead, he stood there, frowning.

“What?” I asked, beginning to feel embarrassed and really exposed. My legs were sore from being spread so far away, and I pulled the covers over my naked body quickly, feeling ashamed.

“Nothing,” Domenic muttered, yanking a pair of sweatpants up his muscular, golden legs. “Did you have to do that, though? Something could have been wrong with Mom.”

“Sorry,” I replied, feeling stung. “I thought you liked it.”

“I did, Michelle,” he said. “I’m sorry. It just seems really weird now that our parents are involved, you know?” He sat down on the end of the bed, hunching over and scratching at his blonde mane. I felt a mixture of shame and embarrassment bubble up inside of me, completely ruining the euphoria from my orgasm.

“I get it,” I said flatly, covering my whole body with the sheet. I looked around on the floor for my clothes, and not seeing them, slipped off the bed and wrapped the sheet around me like a toga. Dom stood up and stretched, yawning. He didn’t look too perturbed by what had happened, and for some reason, that irritated me even more. He had apologized for hurting me and said he’d spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to me, so what was this crap?

“Michelle, don’t be like this, please. You know we’re in a weird situation,” he elaborated in a careful tone, trying to catch my gaze. His blue eyes were large and dilated, they looked completely sincere.

“Okay,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re right, sorry. It was disrespectful.”

“It was really sexy, though,” Dom teased. “It was so hard not to hang up and just take you right then and there.”

I grinned, feeling smug. “That was exactly the goal,” I admitted, raising my eyebrow at him. But his comment reminded me of the actual phone call in the first place, and I felt a trace amount of embarrassment coming back. “Uh, so what’s up with Sandy?”

“She and Archie are thinking about coming home this Friday instead of Monday,” Dom explained, lacing his fingers together and twining them around in his lap. “Which would be great, you know.”

I furrowed my brow, feeling again like Dom wasn’t really sure he wanted to be with me. “But we were supposed to have the weekend together,” I replied, my voice wobbly.

“Michelle, this is their house,” he said pointedly, fixing me with a stare. “I can’t tell them not to come home.”

I pouted, hating that he was right. “I know,” I said, hating how whiny my voice sounded. “I just... I dunno. What is this?”

Dom shrugged, looking defeated. “I’m not sure, honestly.”

There was a lump in my throat, and I knew that I wasn’t ready to have the “Us” conversation yet. And judging from the way Dom was acting, neither did he.

“Okay,” I said, pursing my lips. The atmosphere in the room had changed into a weird feeling; it felt less like a lovers’ bedroom than a corporate boardroom. Part of me wondered if I was going to react like this, every time our parents came up?

“I’ll let you get dressed,” Dom finished, walking out of the room. I could hear him bounding down the stairs, as full of energy as ever. Frowning, I twisted the sheet up so I wouldn’t trip on it and slowly waddled back to my room. In the mirror, I looked at myself in a daze. My dark brown hair was tangled and hung in clumps around my face, and my skin looked puffy and flushed. The side of my neck was sore and when I prodded with my fingers, I found an enormous hickey, courtesy of Dom.

Digging through my suitcase, I realized that I was practically out of clothes. It was hard to believe that a week had gone by since I’d flown into town for Dad and Sandy’s wedding. I had dreaded seeing Dom with everything in me. Dom and I had grown up together, playing and hanging out all the time until we were in junior high. Then, everything changed. Dom found himself becoming more and more popular with every year, and I stayed the same. Well, not really. I was bookish, practical, shy, and quiet. And I’d always focused on my grades, but in my senior year, they really tanked so I wound up going to a public college instead of somewhere prestigious. And that was all Dom’s fault.

Well, not really
, I mused, finally finding a pair of clean panties. It was true that it wasn’t entirely Dom’s fault, but he did play a huge part. One day, when we were in our senior year, he and I wound up hanging out again. I lost my virginity that day, and the next time I saw Dom was…you guessed it, for the wedding. He ran away and never talked to me again after that happened, and I hated him for it. I loathed him for years, and I spent many nights crying and detailing revenge plans.

But now everything was different, and better, I guess. After a few hateful days, Dom had apologized and I’d broken down and confessed how heartbroken I’d become. And now, we were sleeping together again. But I felt off, and I didn’t think I’d feel better (or more secure) until we established just what exactly we were doing. Thinking about leaving Dom was already making a huge hole in my heart, and I had no desire to cut our remaining time together short.

I dropped the sheet to the ground and stepped into the panties. When I leaned over to pull them up, the muscles in my legs and thighs ached. Suddenly, it seemed like a bath would be a good idea. After all, I had a lot to consider.