Undeniable: Dom & Gigi (Beg For It 5)

My head tossed back, cradled in his arms, I couldn’t form a coherent thought. I wasn’t even fully aware of the words tumbling out of my mouth. I could hear myself calling out, sighing, asking him please, please, I needed more.

“Shhh,” he soothed me, holding me tight against his side, pinning me against him, keeping me still. “I’m taking my time with you.” He thrust his finger in slow, so slow, circling it lazy around my sensitive nub. He watched me as he did it, riveted by my passion, locked in on the sight of his fingers wet with my arousal, moving slick and slow, in and out of my virgin pussy.

“Dom,” I moaned, bucking up against him, creating the friction I needed so badly.

“We go at my pace,” he insisted, stern, holding down my hip and then easing his broad thumb against my clit. “I want to memorize every second of this,” he said, husky and low. “I’m going to make it last as long as I can.”

I’d never wanted anything so badly, or felt so enraptured by the denial. How could I be enjoying the torture? It drove me insane, feeling him pin me down, take his time with me, coaxing more and then more pleasure as I spread my legs and gave him all the access he wanted, his finger going deeper into me with each thrust.

“So tight,” he grit out, fixated on my soaking wet pussy. I whimpered, biting my lip, turning my face into his chest. I didn’t know how much more I could take. “Show me how you want it, baby,” he encouraged me. He didn’t want me holding back. “Let me hear you.”

“Oh God!” I cried out, feeling strong shudders make their way up from deep inside me. “Dom!” I screamed as pleasure took over. He thrust his finger in so far, farther than he had before, his thumb against my clit as I writhed and called his name, wave after wave of intense ecstasy shivering through my entire body.

“Yes.” He savored my response, like a warrior in victory. “Like that.”

Cooing, mewling, panting and sweaty, I sank against his chest, a heavy fog surrounding all my senses. He pet me, coaxing a last shudder through my limbs as they went limp. Then he shocked me, bringing his fingers drenched in my juices up to his lips. He sucked on them like it was the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted. My eyes widened. I’d always thought guys didn’t like the taste of a woman and that’s why they didn’t like going down on them. But Dom closed his eyes and moaned deep in his chest with pleasure as he licked me from his fingers. I watched him, fascinated, too languid and satisfied to feel shy.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned.

“Really?” I couldn’t help ask.

That made him look at me, dark with promise. “Next time, I’m going to eat your pussy. And you’re going to come in my mouth.”

I shivered and sighed, as much from his intensity as from the image. He seemed so crazed over me, like he couldn’t get enough. Exactly how I felt.

“That was amazing.” Weakly, I brought my hand to his chest. I could feel his heart beating fast. “Dom,” I started quietly, not knowing if he could already sense what I was about to say. “That was my first.”

He went still. “What?”

“My first orgasm.” If I wasn’t feeling so damn good I might feel self-conscious about the revelation, but hell, we’d already shared a lot. I wanted him to know how much it meant to me.

“Wow.” He held me to him and bent down to give me such a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Thank you.”

I smiled. “I think I should be thanking you.”

“Haven’t you ever given yourself one?”

“No. I guess I’m not doing it right.” I’d spent some exploratory time down there, of course, and I’d given myself some tingles but I’d never made it to the explosion. I honestly had had no idea what I was missing.

“Well, you’re going to have to practice then,” he told me, and he only sounded slightly teasing.

“Is that my homework, professor?” I smiled up at him, tracing my fingers along his chest. What a magnificent man he was, so defined and strong and he smelled so good, his musk mixing with the salty ocean breeze.

“Yes, it is.” His voice grew lower, more commanding. “You’re going to have to work hard on that assignment. And then show me what you’ve learned.”

I laughed a little nervously, thinking he probably wasn’t serious. But he sure as hell looked serious as he gazed at me with hooded eyes. He did want me to show him.

Then he looked up and off into the horizon. When he spoke again he sounded more distant. “And you’re going to need to learn how to take care of yourself. You’ll be back in college in a month and a half. I won’t be there to make you feel this good.”

“Don’t talk about that.” I hated hearing him say it.

“Don’t get attached, Gigi,” he warned me. “Enjoy this for what it is.”

We sat together on the gorgeous beach in the perfect summer day and I tried to do exactly that.

6

Dom

“That chick likes it up the ass.” The other guy working the door at the 2am Club leaned over and whispered to me.

“Good to know.” I nodded, having absolutely no intention on making use of the information. Even though the woman had practically tried to stick her tongue down my throat while I’d checked her ID. She’d probably let me do her in the bathroom stall during my break.

When I’d first arrived in East Hampton seven months ago, I’d had my share of fun. Not as much as was offered to me, but I’d indulged. The women in this wealthy town took good care of themselves and they were all out for a good time. I knew how to show it to them.

But now? No interest whatsoever. Even though it would be so much more simple than what I currently had going on.

Gigi. What the fuck was I doing? I knew I shouldn’t have touched her. She wasn’t just a virgin. She’d never even had a goddamned orgasm.

But she’d had one now. Fuck, the sight of her glistening with sweat, desperate and writhing against me as she begged for release, her pussy juices dripping down her thighs. I’d never done crack, but the rush I got from that? It was probably pretty damn close.

I knew I should step away from this pampered billionaire’s daughter, but no way in hell was I going to do it now. She didn’t know it, but the moment I’d caved was the morning she came and brought me coffee at the auto shop. She was so thoughtful and considerate, remembering my coffee order and bringing it to me just to be nice. But that wasn’t what put me over the edge. It was seeing h

er standing in that simple, perfectly clean and spotless white dress. Covered in grease and filth, I’d never felt more like a beast as I’d eyed her hungrily.

And then I’d seen it in her eyes, clear as day: she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She wanted me to reach out and mess up that pretty white dress. She wanted me to drag her down off her pedestal, teach her how nasty she could get and love every second of it. If some random woman hadn’t come over and interrupted us, hell, I would have had Gigi backed up against that truck so fast her head would have spun. I could picture the smear my hand would have made against her breast, her skin nearly as pale as that dress.

After that, it was only a matter of time.

My phone pinged with a text. Gigi and I had gotten in the habit of sending them to each other. Hers were usually sweet and thoughtful, remembering where I was and what I needed to do that day. Mine were nasty, checking in on her homework, seeing if she was making any progress. I was a strict teacher and I demanded her best efforts.

But this text was from my mom.

* * *

Mom: So good to see you today!

* * *

Dom: You, too.

* * *

I returned the phone to my back pocket. It had been weeks since my mother and I had seen each other, and this afternoon I’d stopped by her place for lunch. There’d been nothing in her fridge, though. She was obviously living over with her boyfriend. So I’d ducked out to get us take out and brought it back.

She kept trying to talk about her new guy. “He’s the one!” she’d declared. I kept steering the conversation in other directions. I’d seen these things head south too many times with her, and whenever they did she always hit bottom hard. It was good to see her so happy, though.

Funny thing, she said the same thing to me. “You look so happy!” she’d exclaimed, telling me she’d never seen me smile so much. I grumbled and told her I didn’t know what she was talking about. Even though I knew exactly what she was talking about.