Page 72 of Lawless
He closed the distance to the bed in two short steps, hardly giving me any time to drink in the sight of his naked body before the mattress dipped as he climbed up beside me. Dominic was confident—he knew how to be naked. So did I, when it came to stuff like stripping down for a swim, but the other stuff? Getting naked to have sex with someone? That was all new, and my stomach fluttered with nerves as Dominic scooted up beside me. But then we were kissing, his fingers threading through my hair so he could gently angle my face the best way, and when we were close together like this, even though his skin was touching mine, I didn’t feel as naked. Probably because my eyes had closed the moment his lips had touched mine. I kept them closed as Dominic released his hold on my hair and left a trail of kisses along the line of my jaw and then down my throat. Dominic made a happy humming sound as his mouth found my nipple and he flicked it hard with his tongue.
That opened my eyes. I gasped, and for a second everything froze right on the bright edge of coming. I held my breath as the fast, swelling wave teetered on the brink of breaking, and then it receded. I blinked down at Dominic in astonishment, and the bastard just grinned again and moved to my other nipple. I squirmed as he paid this one the same attention. Since I was expecting it this time it wasn’t as shocking. I was able to breathe through my rising arousal without getting dangerously close again to coming without even getting my dick touched. Dominic was hardly doing anything at all, but my body was already on fire, my skin a size too small, and molten heat simmering away in my veins. There was a furnace in my gut and the base of my spine, rising heat coiled tightly in my balls, and I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my dick. Coming would be awesome, but I wanted this to last because everything felt so good.
When Dominic left my nipples alone and started to kiss his way further down my chest, I had a pretty good idea what was coming next. When he tugged the blanket out of my weak grasp, I knew for sure. I forced my twitching hands to my sides and tried not to care that it was broad daylight.
And then he pushed my left leg up and open, made himself at home in the space between my knees, and leaned over me and licked the head of my dick.
Daylight? The sky could have turned bright green, and I wouldn’t have noticed a fucking thing.
Dominic cupped my balls with one hand, wrapped his other hand around my dick, and then closed his mouth around the head and that was it. That was pretty much all it took. I think I lasted about ten seconds—and that was a generous estimate. Every muscle in my body tensed, and there was no holding the wave back this time. I yelled out as I came in his mouth, my body shaking down to every last cell, my fingers digging into the mattress, and my toes curling.
That last one was a mistake.
“Ow,” I said as my brain slowly regrouped. My ankle throbbed and ached.
“Shit,” Dominic said. “You okay?”
“Mmmm.”
He reached up and pulled the pillow out from under my head. My skull bounced against the mattress. I sat up, leaning back on my elbows, and watched as he added the pillow to the one already under my ankle.
“Do you need some ice?”
“Do you have any ice?”
“No.”
“I don’t need any.” My gaze slid down his naked body, and to his dick, which was about half hard still. I sat up further, ignoring his protests, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The pillows toppled over too. My sprained ankle didn’t like the shift in pressure as the blood pooled in my feet, but it was fine. “Stand up for me? Please?”
His eyes widened as he figured out what I was planning. “You sure?”
I nodded. “Yes. I want to.”
“You don’t have?—”
“Dominic, I’ve wanted to suck a dick since I was thirteen and watched my first porno. Get up.”
“I was just trying to give you an out.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not that big, copper.”
“Because you’re injured!” He burst out laughing as he stood up. Then, instead of shoving his dick in front of my face like he was supposed to, he slid two fingers under my chin and tilted my face up and leaned down so that he could steal a kiss. “But who am I to stand between you and your bucket list?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said with more bravado than I felt. “Let’s do this.”
It was... okay, so I wanted to do this, but it was still pretty intimidating to have someone’s dick right in my face, even if it was only half mast right now. Just, I hadn’t really done much before with anyone else’s dick, and I was suddenly nervous that I’d mess it all up. Then I looked up at his face, instead of his dick, and remembered that this was Dominic, and he was my boyfriend, and I was pretty sure I was in love with him. And not just because of last night, when he’d saved my life, but because of everything. His smile, his laugh, that face he made when he saw mud crabs. Everything.
And then I wasn’t scared anymore, and I didn’t care if I messed it up, because I knew that he wouldn’t care either. Also, was there really any way to mess up a blow job?
Teeth, probably. So as long as I didn’t bite him, what did it matter?
I curled one hand around the back of his thigh, feeling the hairs against my palm. Then I licked my hand and held his shaft. It was hot and hard—and getting harder by the second. I felt a thrill that was half anticipation and half what-the-fuck-do-I-do-now?
Dominic smiled and brushed my hair behind my ear. “You’re gorgeous.”
I wet my lips and leaned in and tasted him.
It wasn’t a porno blowjob, in the end. It was mostly a handjob, really, with little bits of mouth action whenever I remembered. But the way Dominic groaned and trembled, you’d think I was the best he’d ever had. And then, when it was over and he was wiping my face—he’d tried to pull out, and I’d tried to keep him there, and suddenly there was cum everywhere—he followed each sweep of the damp washcloth with a kiss.
