Page 23 of Hat Trick
I pepper kisses across his jaw, loving the way the stubble pokes at my lips. And when I nip at the skin along his neck, he lets out a soft moan as he runs his fingers through my hair. With the exception of my yearly close-crop cut at the start of summer, I mostly wear it in a flow. Typical, I know. But they call it “hockey hair” for a reason. The stereotype holds up. Dom grabs a fistful of it, pulling my lips away from his neck. With a heavy breath, he pants out, “Clothes. Off. Now.”
?1 Placing one quick kiss on his full lips, I kneel between his legs and throw off my shirt. The two of us continue to work delicately, careful to not heave our giant asses over the side of the counter, and remove the rest of our clothes.
With me resting back on my knees, Dom sits upright, his legs spread around me. His chest pressed against mine. Our heavy breaths coming in unison. His eyes staring into mine. Despite being on my kitchen counter, the whole moment feels extremely intimate. Like if he stares at me like this for too long it could have the power to rip me apart until he can see every thought. Every feeling. Every desire. The weight of his stare is almost too much for the type ofrelationshipthat we’re in.
And yet…
I find myself wanting to get lost in it.
I don’t have time to think about it long though, because a strange look crosses his face, and a moment later he blinks it away. Reaching over the edge of the counter, he pulls open my junk drawer and blindly moves his hand around until he finds one of the packets of lube I threw in there a couple months ago after thefirsttime we fucked in here.
Because honestly, guy or girl, you never know when you’re going to need it.
I watch as he takes a corner of the packet between his teeth and rips it open. He squirts some into his hand before reaching between us and wrapping his fingers around my hard cock. My head falls back, and I let out a wanton moan the moment his skin makes contact with mine.
“You wanna fuck me, Emerson?” his deep voice rasps in my ear.
His hand works up and down my shaft as I groan out, “Yes.”
Dominic nips at my ear, causing my head to snap forward. My eyes burrow into his. “Then fuck me.”
He’ll never have to ask me twice.
Raising up on my knees, I place my hand in the center of his chest and push him backwards. Dom rests his hands on my waist as I rest one arm on the countertop beside him and use the other to notch the head of my cock at his entrance.
Sometimes, the two of us spend a good amount oftime doing prep work and foreplay, and sometimes… well, sometimes neither of us can be fucking bothered. He’ll likely feel it in the morning, but I’ll be sure to treat him with the best aftercare once we’re done.
The two of us have done this enough and are comfortable enough with one another to do this carefully. We know each other’s limits and know how to tell when the other is uncomfortable. Which makes these rushed moments, the ones filled with so much lust and desire, that much more possible.
Slowly, I press the head of my cock into him. “Ohfuck.”
Every time. It feels so fucking good.
Every.
Single.
Time.
“Emerson,” he moans my name as his fingers flex against the skin of my waist. I sit there for a moment, letting his body adjust to me. But a moment later, Dominic uses his hold on me to slide me deeper inside of him. And when I’m as deep as I can go, a shaky breath leaves his lips, dusting against mine. “Remember when I said to fuck me?”
“Yeah,” I answer softly.
“Fuck. Me.”
A slow smile spreads across my face and I do just that. I fuck him on my kitchen counter. I fuck him so good he doesn’t even need to touch his cock before he’s coming all over his abs. Painting his golden-brown skin like a perfect work of art. And when I come deep insideof him, the two of us hop off the counter, clothes strewn about my kitchen floor, and fuck again in my bed.
And in my shower.
And in my bed again.
Only hours later, do we fall asleep for the first time together in over a week.
1 THE WITHDRAWALS - Kae
CHAPTER 17
AUNTIE LIL
