Page 19 of Long Live the King
I get my answer when the shower door opens and Dominic steps in with me. His naked body makes my eyes bulge as I drink him in. He smiles as he closes the door behind him and places a hand on my hip.
“Well hello, Mr. Collazo,” I say, grinning from ear to ear. “So you needed a shower too, huh?”
“Nah, I didn’t come to get clean,” he replies just before he steps forward and wraps his hands around my ass, pulling my body to him.
Dominic leans forward and kisses me like his every breath depends on it. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, pulling a soft moan from the back of my throat as I reach down and take all of him in my hands. His erection slides between my fingers in the warm water as he moans into my mouth. I use the water as lubricant as I stroke him over and over again, causing his muscles to tighten with my every move.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, seeing the pleasure in his eyes as I keep stroking. “Does it feel good, baby?”
“It feels so good,” he replies, “but this is what I wanted.” Dominic suddenly reaches down and slips his fingers between my legs. I gasp at the sensation of him teasing my clit with his fingertips. My breathing becomes harder to control and I have to place my hands on his thick shoulders just to maintain my balance, before he finally spins me around and pushes me up against the tile wall.
No more than a second later, I’m gasping again, this time at the feeling of every thick inch of Dominic sliding into me from behind. He doesn’t waste a moment, as he uses long, forceful strokes to take me to bliss and back. I hear our skin smacking together and the water splashing as Dominic fucks me from behind.
With nothing to hold onto, my hands begin to slip down the tile wall, but Dominic doesn’t relent, he just keeps pounding with nonstop, long thrusts of passion. Before I know it, I’m bent completely over with my hands on the marble floor. It’s a painful pleasure I’ve never felt before and my screams bounce off the walls throughout the entire bathroom.
“This is what I wanted, baby,” he barks as he spanks my ass and the sting of it radiates down my legs. “I wanted you just like this. Scream for me.”
I have no choice but to comply, because the feeling of it all is too good to hold in.
“Yes, Dominic!” I scream.
“Tell me you fucking love it,” he commands.
“I love it, baby!” I bellow as I start to feel the familiar sensation of ecstasy building up deep within me. “Oh god, Dominic, don’t stop.”
“Yeah? Are you gonna come for me?”
“Don’t stop, Dominic!” I yell again. The muscles in my body slowly start to flex, starting with my feet and traveling all the way up to my face, as the orgasm barrels into me like a head-on collision. My knees buckle, and I let out a guttural scream that burns the back of my throat as my body is overtaken and I lose all control.
As I go limp and start to fall, Dominic grabs my hips and holds me upright as he keeps going, harder and harder with every stroke. His moans grow so loud I’m sure they can be heard on the floor below us.
“Yes, take it Dominic!” I scream just as the orgasm rocks him. His fingers dig into my skin, and I use my last bit of strength to keep my body moving to prolong his pleasure. Dominic’s muscles shake and spasm as the two of us involuntarily slide down onto the floor.
The warm water splashes our faces, mixing with our sweat, and the shower feels more like a sauna at this point. I’d like to get up and move to a cooler area, but my legs are fried, so I just sit there and try to catch my breath.
“Now that is exactly what I had in mind,” Dominic says, smiling a labored smile as he pants, still trying to catch his breath.
“Well then, that was a really good idea you had,” I reply with a giggle. “I can’t even move.”
“Oh yeah? Mission accomplished,” he says proudly.
“You’re a mess,” I reply, stretching my legs so they don’t cramp up. “Hey, is that your phone I hear?”
Dominic turns his head trying to hear better. “Shit. It is. It’s probably Jimmy.”
Dominic musters up enough strength to bring himself to his feet and step out of the shower. When the door opens, a rush of cool air swoops in and feels like I’m being let out of prison for good behavior. It doesn’t last long as the door closes and I’m back in the sauna, so I force myself to get up and rinse myself off.
Still breathing hard, I step out of the shower and grab a towel to dry off. With my hair still wet and water dripping down my back, I open the door to find Dominic tossing his phone onto the bed in frustration. The pleasure-filled smile from a minute ago is gone, replaced by pure annoyance.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask. When he looks at me, I can see two emotions: anger and worry.
“I gotta go back to the Lumiere,” he says.
“Really? What’s wrong?”
“Remember the truck I told you about, with Victor’s one-point-two million dollars in it?”
“Of course. What about it?”
“It’s missing.”
“What?” I reply as my heart surges and feels like it may explode any second now.
“It’s gone,” Dominic says, his voice low and stressed. “Someone stole it.”
