I WOKE UP WET AND HOT. I’d been dreaming of Dominic, his cock between my thighs, rubbing my clit again and again. It was no wonder my panties were soaked.
Last night, I’d been embarrassed and hurt Dominic didn’t want to have sex with me once again. Confused too, that he wanted me in his bed anyway. This morning, with my head a little clearer, I remembered how achingly hard he’d been, the struggle in his every move to chain back his reactions to me.
He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
When I moved, the arm around my middle tightened, holding me in place. In his sleep, Dominic shushed me, petting my stomach, then moving to cup my breast.
I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering at the feel of his rough fingertips grazing my skin—skin that had only ever been touched this way by one man.
Dominic groaned in his sleep and pressed his growing erection between my ass cheeks. My spine bowed, nestling his cock even closer.
“Claire.” His beard scratched my shoulder as my name left his mouth like sandpaper.
“Dominic,” I whispered, reaching behind me to cup his tightly muscled ass. “Good morning.”
He squeezed my breast, hot breath huffing in my ear. “You make me so fucking hard, even in my sleep.”
I laid my hand on his, urging him to keep touching me. “I was dreaming of this.”
“Tell me.” His teeth caught my earlobe, nipping to the very edge of pain.
It was easy to say what I wanted when I didn’t have to face him. I could be the wanton woman in my dreams and not the girl who’d only been with one man in her entire life.
“You pulled my panties off and took your dick out. Then you laid behind me like you are now and slid it between my legs so you hit my clit.” My voice wavered, but not from nerves. Dominic plucked my nipples into sharp peaks while I spoke, sending shockwaves directly to my core.
“If I touched you now, would you be wet?” He growled beside my ear.
“Soaked. Completely drenched.”
He moved suddenly, no longer laying behind me. The sheet was whipped off my body and my underwear followed. With a gasp, I turned my head. Dominic was kneeling next to me, raking his black eyes over every exposed inch of me.
His gaze snagged with mine, and we were frozen in that one beat of time—the precipice we were going to jump off no matter what—the moment before we lost ourselves in each other.
“Open your legs.” His words were commanding, but soft, which made me want to do exactly as I was told. Still on my side, I lifted my knee as he watched. His nostrils flared, and his fingers curled on his knees. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”
Dominic dove between my legs, licking me from top to bottom. The animalistic moan that came from deep within his chest had my hips arching. He held nothing back, not anymore. His teeth clamped down on the tender flesh of my thighs and lips, surely leaving marks. The very idea of walking around with Dominic’s marks between my legs was nearly enough to make me come.
“You taste too fucking good, Claire.” Dominic sounded feral, and when his eyes found mine, they were so black, I could have disappeared in them.
He circled his arms around my thighs, securing me against his mouth, then he went to work on my clit. I came within seconds, fingers tangling in his hair, my ass leaving the bed completely. But he didn’t stop. Not even close. He ate me like he’d never be done, and I wasn’t sure I’d let him. I kept coming, each orgasm more powerful than the last. My limbs trembled endlessly, and my eyes rolled around in my head like they’d become untethered.
One finger, then two, slid into me, plunging roughly to the beat of Dominic’s tongue on my pulsing clit. My hips rose and fell, trying to ride the waves of pleasure so I wouldn’t be washed away in them. The third finger drove me crashing over the edge. I screamed his name, cried to the heavens, trying to escape from the sweet torture of his mouth.
“I can’t, I can’t,” I panted, grabbing for his beard. “Come up here.”
He hummed against my pussy, dragging his tongue through my folds in a slow, torturous pass. Turning his head to the side, he rubbed his face on my inner thigh. The places he’d bitten sparked to life with each brush of his beard.
He murmured my name as he climbed up my body, pressing my hips to the bed. His chest molded to my back, and his teeth clamped on my neck.
“I need to fuck you, beautiful,” he gritted out.
I arched my back, giving him consent without words because my lips couldn’t seem to form them at the moment.
Dominic grabbed a condom from somewhere, the wrapper crinkling, then his hips lifted from mine as he rolled it on.
His knees bracketed my sides, and strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me up as far as he could with his body on top of mine. I peered over my shoulder to watch him. His eyes were on me, and when he spread my ass with his fingers, in the back of my mind, it was in me to feel embarrassed, but I didn’t. Not with the wild look in Dominic’s eyes. Not with the way he licked his lips as though the very sight of me made him hungry. With certainty, I could say I’d never been looked at that way before.
I writhed on the bed, my clit pulsing back to life. Dominic’s grip on my hips tightened, and his cock slipped between my thighs, just like my dream. He moved to hover over me, his lips close to my ear.
“I see you. You want this, don’t you?” He nipped at my shoulder, and when I nodded, his hips reared back, then drove forward, filling me in one smooth, pounding motion.
My lungs seized up, trapping a scream in my chest. Dominic’s cock stretched me well past my limits, but oh, the pain-tinted pleasure he brought was delicious. I could hardly move, but he did. He plunged into me relentlessly, skin slapping skin each time.
“Claire, Claire, Claire, your pussy feels as sweet as it tastes. What the fuck are you doing to me, baby?” His arm slid under mine, palm cupping my cheek to turn my head to the side. His mouth covered mine, consuming me everywhere. Teeth nipped and bit my lips and chin, then kissed away the hurt the next second.
We were messy and untamed, and I held nothing back. Dominic was stripping away my defenses and barreling through my walls. He grunted against my lips, sweeping his tongue inside, claiming my mouth just as sure as he’d planted a flag.
In that moment, I belonged to Dominic Cantrell. There was no one else before or after, only this. The spaces where our skin connected were the only real things in the universe. Not a single thing mattered beyond this bed. The only pain I felt was what he gave me, and I accepted willingly.
“Your pussy is greedy for my cock.” He kept my face in his grip, watching what his words did to me. “You feel too good. My mouth got you so slick and hot. I want to stay here all day, but I’m not going to be able to. Not when I’m pounding against your pretty ass and your pussy is clenching my cock like that. I need you to rub your clit so I can feel you come all over me. Do it for me, Claire.”
I fit my arm between my body and the mattress, slipping my hand between my spread thighs. I rolled my clit, and Dominic moved faster, fucking me harder. I mewled for him, writhing when another orgasm dragged through me. This one was raw and painful, seizing all my muscles and vibrating my bones.
Dominic gripped my hips with both hands, driving into me so hard, my teeth chattered. My fingers curled into the sheets, holding on for him to use me how he wanted. His rhythm stuttered, then jerked, and my name sounded almost like a curse from his lips. He held himself deep within me, spilling his pleasure. For one crazy second, I wished he was coating my insides instead of the condom.
He fell over me, pressing me into the mattress with his weight. His hands slid up my arms, covering mine. Slowly, I straightened my fingers, and his fitted in the empty spaces between them. Pinned down, I still couldn’t move, but I wasn’t sure I would have been able to without a sweaty man on top of me either. I focused on the gray and black rose tattooed on Dominic’s hand and how his inky skin contrasted with my pale freckles.
Our mingled pants sounded like two lovers whispering filthy secrets to each other.
He chuckled low and soft. “I think you might be a liar.”
“Hmmm? Why?”
“Because…” he nuzzled his nose into the side of my neck, “I’ve seen every inch of you, and I haven’t discovered a tattoo.”
“Oh.” I wiggled beneath him. “You didn’t take my top off.” And the night I’d thrown myself at him, when I’d taken my own top off, he’d been too focused on my breasts to notice anything else.
“You’re right. Damn.” His forehead fell on my shoulder, and with a groan, he pulled out of me. He shifted so he was beside me, gathering my thin cami in his fist. His impatience to find my tattoo made me grin into the pillow.
“Hold on.” I rolled over to face him, lifting my cami to expose my ribs. “I hope this doesn’t freak you out.”
He propped himself on his elbow to examine it closely. I’d gotten this tattoo a month after I left Derrick. He’d never liked them, so getting one was a great act of defiance for me—especially since I’d always wanted one.
Dominic’s stony silence worried me. If I’d known I’d one day be working for him—or worse, naked in bed with him—I probably wouldn’t have gotten his lyrics inked on my skin.
“I told you I love that song.” This man had just seen every intimate part of me, and only now did I feel shy. He traced the watercolor angel wings with his fingertips, then read the words scrawled between them. “I wanted to remind myself what I was going through wouldn’t last forever.”
“Nothing is forever
Even if it feels like dying
Lift your broken wings
And start flying”
He dipped his head, kissing my inked flesh, then bit along the edges of it. His arm crushed me against him, rough and demanding.
“I’m honored. This is beautiful.” He lifted his head, giving me those deep, dark eyes. “I wrote ‘Angel Moon’ when someone I once knew was going through something unspeakable that would break a lot of people. Not her. Just like you, you’re not broken either.” He bit my side again, dropping his forehead there as he exhaled a long, slow breath.
“I’m just starting to believe that might be true.” I patted his sweaty hair and stared up at the ceiling, unsure of anything. “I should go get dressed.”
“Yeah.”
For the longest time, neither of us moved. He held me there, and I let myself sink into his arms. Finally, Dominic’s alarm got us moving. I threw on my clothes from last night, hoping I wouldn’t run into anyone we knew in the hall. When I straightened with my shoes in my hand, Dominic was sitting on the corner of the bed, keeping vigil over me.
I sighed, pushing my hair off my face. “Is this where we have some big talk?”
He opened his hands. “I don’t need to have a talk. Do you?”
“No, I’d rather avoid that, thanks.”
He stood and closed in on me, cupping my nape. “For the same reason you didn’t want to talk about the last time you spent the night in my bed?”
Because you might say it can’t happen again, and I don’t want to hear that.
“It could be.”
Dominic nibbled on my bottom lip, his hold firm on my neck. “Good. Then I’ll see you in an hour.”
“Mmmhmmm.” I leaned into him, taking just a few more of his sweet-like-arsenic kisses for the road. “See you later, sir.”
Dominic shoved me away with a smack on the ass and a low, rumbling chuckle from his chest. I ran back to my room like a thief in the night, unseen by anyone I knew.
The first thing I did was call my sister.
“Hello, whore,” she answered.
I groaned. “If you only knew.”
“You gave it up? What a floozy! Tell me everything.” Annaliese sounded as excited as she’d been when I told her I got this job. If she tried to throw me another celebration dinner, I’d have to draw the line.
“I just came from his room.”
“Who? I don’t even know which gentleman caller you’d decided on. Or…was it both?”
I snickered and fell back on my bed. “There was only one, and I don’t think anything we did could constitute as gentlemanly.”
“Okay. I’m really proud of you for getting banged dirty. But you still haven’t said who you were with.”
“Dominic. So inappropriate.” But I couldn’t find it in myself to regret him.
She sighed, but it didn’t sound especially judgmental. “Wow. When you go big, you go big.”
“Big,” I concurred.
That made Annaliese laugh. “I am…I am flummoxed. Truly. How old is he again?”
“Forty-two.” I cringed because our age difference was also big.
“And…? Did it feel weird being with a man who could be your father if he’d had you in high school?”
“Well, now it does.” My arm flopped over my head onto my pillow. “No, it didn’t feel weird. He was incredible. So much so, I hardly felt self-conscious being naked in front of him. Like, there wasn’t even a chance for my brain to formulate those thoughts. They just didn’t happen.”
A big breath whooshed out of my sister. “That is incredible.”
“Yeah.”
“So, you have sex with an extremely famous rock star who made your brain switch off, and now, you’re…what?”
My lips curved up with how good I felt. “Satisfied. I just…I’m not overthinking things. There’s not a chance of Dominic and I actually being together outside of this situation, so if it happens again, I won’t protest.”
“I love that for you, baby. I love it so hard. You deserve a little slice of satisfaction after everything. Are you going to come back to me a brand-new Claire?”
I thought of the friends I’d made, my experiences, and Dominic. Yes, I’d changed already. But I’d already been on this path since my husband knocked me unconscious in our bedroom. I couldn’t be that girl anymore. She wasn’t an option. I was only finding out who the woman I was becoming would be.
“I think so. Now, tell me, how are you? Did you go out with that chick from Tinder?”
“You mean the psycho who cackled like a damn witch at my, and I quote, “little plant hobby”? Because yes, I went out with her, we had sex, and she ghosted.”
Annaliese spilled her dating woes, and I listened with a curl of a smile on my lips and a light heart. I still had battles to fight and walls to climb, but those were far off in the distance. I’d just had ridiculously hot sex this morning, and it deserved one whole day to be the center of my thoughts. Tomorrow, I might allow thoughts of Derrick and my divorce and my lack of home to slip in, but there was every possibility I might not.
