“Your pussy’s so wet,” I said. Her flesh was slick and lush, and my thumb brushed over her swollen clit. More cries of desperation from her. Her hands gathered her hair up and spread it out behind her like a curtain of blonde silk. As if she were settling in, preparing for the pleasure I was about to give her.
Dominic kept a hand wrapped on his cock, squeezing. The thick, flexed bicep was mouth-watering. I needed him. I needed the connection to him now.
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
He moved behind me, a hand on my waist. The other cracked on my ass so hard it stole my breath. His aggressive voice flashed lust straight into me. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Fuck,” I swore under my breath. “Three, thank you.”
His hands were on my hips now, his hard cock positioned to drive into me. My head fell down between Tara’s bent knees and, as I tasted her for the first time, his cock began to intrude.
She whimpered. I let my tongue explore, but paused to catch my breath as Dominic slid deep inside, all the way to the hilt. My eyes slammed shut. That electricity between us, would it last our entire lives? I was excited to find out.
“Goddamn. Do you feel how hard I am inside you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “It feels so fucking good.” The pleasure he gave me was unreal. My tongue fluttered over her clit, and it made Tara’s chest lift off the tabletop.
“Put your tongue inside her.”
When I did, his fingers curled on my flesh and he began to fuck me. Holy god, just one long thrust of that hard dick made everything tingle. The woman beneath me cried out and she fisted her hands in my hair.
“Yes, fuck me with that mouth, yes . . . yes . . .”
I sucked at the button of flesh and her body shuddered in response. The taste of her coated my lips, my mouth, my chin. It rolled down my throat. Behind me, Dominic established his pace. Steady and deep, but of course, slow.
“You dirty, little slut,” he teased. “You like her pussy? Does she taste good?”
I shook her hold off of me and turned over my shoulder to look at him, her juices wet on my lips. “Kiss me and find out.”
His eyes hooded with lust. He bent and his mouth collided with mine, his tongue probing and tasting. The moan from him brought my orgasm closer. My muscles clenched, choking the cock inside me, and Dominic broke the kiss, hissing through his teeth.
“Don’t do that, devil woman.”
“What, this?” I flexed my muscles again and he groaned. A hand shoved my head back between her legs, forcing my mouth against her quaking skin. I latched onto her, the smell of her thick and sexy. Hands threaded through my hair once again. Her hands.
The orgasm inched closed, creeping until the need was too great to think about anything else. Not her moaning. Not his building thrusts. Only the fire that needed relief.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come all over that face.”
He exhaled, giving a noise of approval. Hips beat his cock inside me, marking me over and over again, his tempo as fast as the heartbeat pounding in my ears. Pinpricks danced over my body, signaling the climax was about to take me. I made my final push to try to get her there before I lost control. This orgasm was going to be massive and threatened to make movement impossible. I sank two fingers into her hot channel, and it gripped at me like a vise.
“Fuck!” she screamed. It looked like ecstasy rolled through her. Her body went rigid for a moment, followed by uncontrolled jerks that gave me satisfaction. Thank god I was about to come too, or I might have been jealous.
I waited for his command as she seized, the hands tensing in my hair and then falling away. But Dominic was silent. Just the sound of his strangled breathing came from him.
“Tell me to come,” I said. It was supposed to be an order, although I begged it.
“No. I’m never going to do that again.” Another lesson he probably thought he’d learned the hard way with me. Two for him, but I’d learned three.
Don’t tease him.
Don’t give him boundaries.
Don’t think you get a choice in who you love. All of my struggle against falling for him had been pointless. I was his, and he was mine. My body had known it from the moment his hand brushed my fingers our first night together, cluing me in with those unexpected sparks.
“I love you,” I said. “Oh my god, I love you.” Declaring it once again was the last piece to push me over the edge, sending me into that never-ending pleasure that only he could give me. His hoarse cry repeated those three words back, and he followed my orgasm with his own.
A sweaty, heaving chest pressed against me and the heart trapped inside was pounding like it wanted to break free from its cage. Which would be okay, since he had mine as a backup.