“Christmas is coming up,” Dominic said, holding up a vibrator that looked like Mickey Mouse. “You could get this for Evie and let it take her to the happiest place on earth.”
“Evelyn,” I corrected, even though I knew it was a lost cause. He just smirked.
I grabbed a bottle of lube and a toy and made my way to the counter, but he ensnared my waist with his hands, pulling me so my back was against his firm chest and his lips by my ear. “What else? That’s not all you want, is it?”
“You know, you have me at a disadvantage. You’ve seen my willing list, but I haven’t seen yours.”
The rough voice was soft, yet rumbled like thunder. “I’m up for whatever. Whatever makes you come apart. Whatever makes you scream with pleasure. It doesn’t always have to be my mouth or my cock that gets you there.”
A delicious shudder swept through my body, which he had to feel since he had me flattened against him. My brain went blank with lust. Shaky but determined hands snatched more things up, most of it not registering. Vibrator. Blindfold. Handcuffs, I think.
The trip back to his apartment was a hazy fog of lust and anticipation. The train was less crowded now and we sat on the red seats, my hand between his legs, although he kept pushing it down.
“C’mon,” I whispered into the side of his neck. The sex shop had turned me on like a mad woman. “Don’t you want to reenact that scene from Risky Business? This train’s way cleaner than the L.”
“Yeah, no shit, risky business. I’ll have my train privileges revoked and fuck up my job if we get caught.” He gave me a look of pure desire. “We’ll be home in ten minutes, you exhibitionist.”
“And then you’re going to fuck this ass?”
He exhaled sharply. “C’mon, don’t make me walk back to my place with a raging hard-on.”
Dominic fumbled with his apartment lock, and then the door burst open. He hurled off his shoes, keeping one hand on the generic brown sack from our shopping excursion.
“Take off your shoes,” he ordered.
I stepped out of them and was whisked into his room. He’d made the bed this morning, but his suit was thrown on it. He ignored it. The bag thudded to the mattress as he used both hands to pull at my clothes, stretching my sweater over my head, and worked to undo my jeans. I undid the top few buttons of his shirt and reached behind his back to tug it off.
“Okay,” he said, pushing the jeans down over my hips and I stepped out of them one bunched leg at a time. “Do I need to do anything differently when—?”
I put a finger on his lips, silencing him. “This is going to seem ironic coming from me, but slow down. You’re definitely going to enjoy it, but I need to be in charge to make sure I do, too. Okay?”
He gently pulled my finger away from his lips and nodded. “It’s the Payton effect. I lose my shit around you.” He leaned in painstakingly slow, and kissed me. Was he aware I lost my shit whenever he did that? My fingertips curled in the hair at the base of his skull, fisting a handful. I gasped against this kiss. Every layer of it and I fell deeper and deeper under the spell of him.
I tugged his belt open and shoved his pants down, anxious to have him in my hands. A low, guttural moan dragged from his lips.
“First,” I said, stroking the smooth, hard length of him, “you’re going to go down on me. And when I get close, you're going to take out that starter toy and fuck me with it until it’s wet, and then push it in my ass. Slowly. All the way to the ring at the base.”
“Oh, Jesus, I think I just came a little.”
He was impossibly hard in my hands. I marveled at the velvet-like feel of his flesh against my fingertips.
“Second, you’re going to fuck me with this cock until I’m begging you to take it out and fuck me in the ass.” His hot, wet lips latched onto my earlobe, biting softly and creating an electric shock that surged straight through me. “Then, you can decide when to give me what I want.”
His breath washed over my shoulder as he sighed and lifted his head to stare down at me. The color of his irises was a deep blue tonight, almost a shade of cobalt. Hands closed on my shoulders and pushed me backward onto the bed.
“So I’m supposed to start here?”
Dominic didn’t waste any time. He ran a hand through my legs and over my panties, moments before fingers curled around the waistband and yanked them down. My legs were pushed apart as his knees thudded to the carpet and his mouth descended on me.
“Fuck,” I cried.
It wasn’t going to take me long at this rate. I threaded both hands through his hair, gripping him to me. Shudders built inside my core, vibrating out with every caress of his tongue.
“Dominic.”
My brain threatened to go offline, but I heard rustling of the bag, followed by plastic, and thankfully before I had to say anything, he disappeared into the bathroom. The faucet ran for a minute, and he returned, a towel drying the French pink jelly toy that was long and egg shaped, tapered at one end and had a large base at the other.
He cast the towel aside. Eyes swept over my naked flesh and I did the same to him. That tan, ridged skin with a dusting of chest hair, and below . . . the helmet of his thick cock standing out, reaching for me. Soon. He knelt back down beside the bed and followed the plan I’d laid out for him.