Chapter 3

By the time Dom was able to get the door of his room open, they could not keep their hands off each other. Without breaking the kiss with Gen, he kicked the door shut and proceeded to take her clothes off.

“How do you put these on? Fuck it.” The next sound she heard tore a gasp from her mouth.

“You ripped it!” She could not hold in her laugh.

“I’ll replace it. I’ll fucking get you a dozen more.” That said, he pushed her against the wall and buried his face in the curve of her neck. He stayed there for a second, breathing.

“Why did you stop?” She had her hands wrapped around his shoulder. “Are you alright?” The response she got was a thrust of his hip against her tummy, and her legs went weak. “Oh God, Ryle.” He thrust again and again, keeping a slow but steady rhythm. She tried to keep her moans down, but she couldn’t. His hands were everywhere; he took both her hands and held them above her head.

“You’ve been naughty all night, Gen. You’re going to pay for being a bad girl.” She could not find her voice, and as he bent his head to take her lip, she let out a whimper with a nod. He tasted amazing, even an hour after drinking.

He urged her lips apart with his tongue, and she willingly parted them. She wanted to drink him in. Soon enough, she had no control over her senses. She only knew as their tongues danced together that she could kiss this man forever. His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck as his hand covered one of her breasts.

She felt a burn each place his mouth had been until the burn was centered on her bare breast. Her legs were shaking, but he held her waist to keep her upright. He moved his mouth to the other breast, sucking and circling his tongue around her nipple and driving her mad.

He was like an animal lapping on her breasts like that but couldn’t stop himself. She tasted good, every inch of her, and those sounds she made when she liked what he was doing were driving him crazy. He felt her hands grip his hair, and the result was only an increase in his madness. He should slow down, but he did not know how. He grabbed one of her legs so that he could have more access to her body.

As he stepped between her legs, he felt a growl rise from his throat. Fuck, her heat felt so good. After a long dry month, Gen was the right person to get down with. One hand on her bum, he found a rhythm to pull her heat against his hardness. With each contact, she let out a whimper. These sounds were going to be the end of him.

She was terribly turned on; he could see from the splotch in her panties. He wanted to see her go over, right here, against the wall. So he pressed their bodies closer and whispered, “You’re wet. For me. I want to see you go over.” Picking up his pace, he turned her face towards him. “Don’t look away from me, Gen. Let me see you.”

They were looking straight into each other’s eyes. How could he have thought her eyes were beautiful before? Now, clouded with pleasure and desire, they were magnificent. Pride swelled in him at the thought that he put that look in her eyes.

“Do it. Don’t fight it, baby.” He was fighting it, but he did not want her to. He wanted her legs to give out under her so he could be her support. He almost threw his head back and howled when he felt the first quickening of her body. Instead, he picked up his pace and ran his hand down to the front of her panties, cupping her.

She let out a hitched breath. “Ryle… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, baby, you’re almost there.”

“Oh, God. Oh my God.” Her fingers dug into his back as she shut her eyes and threw her head back, but he turned her face back to him.

“I said I wanted to see you. I do.” Another quickening. He smiled. “You’re doing an amazing job, baby.”

That was all it took to push her over the edge. He felt her body tighten and saw her eyes completely cloud over. He smiled wider because she was a good girl, trying to keep her eyes open as pleasure washed over her. The hand cupping her sex was wet with her juices. He held her until the wave passed, then covered her lips in a soft kiss before lifting her onto his body and walking in the direction of his bedroom.

She was still shaking. That had been the most intense experience of her life. As he carried her towards the bed, dread began to rise again. This was happening. She did not have the time to process the fear rising in her throat because as soon as her back hit the bed, her panties were going off. He was slower this time.

Without taking his eyes away from hers as he had done a lot tonight, he went down on his knees and hung both her legs over his shoulders. Any shame she was going to feel disappeared as soon as she felt his tongue down there. She thought she had experienced pleasure, but she was wrong.

All her nerve endings were active. She could feel the pleasure like electric charges all the way to her bum. When she started to wiggle, he held her in place and drove her crazy with his tongue.

Her eyes flew open when she could no longer feel him and widened when she saw the man in all his naked glory standing before her. She did not have the time to admire him. He came down on her, placing his weight on his elbows, and eased into her.