Page 13 of Dominate
Everything about Sloan is right. Honest and decent. Understanding and sincere. Beautiful.
“Sloan,” I state her name again and she stops rubbing my back muscles and pulls away to look me in the eyes. I grab her foamy hands and move them to touch my groin.
She sucks in a sharp breath of air. “Gareth, you’re concussed.”
“Sloan, please,” I croak, my eyes closing in pain. “I need this.”
When I open my eyes again, I find her looking down at my erection. She’s chewing her lip thoughtfully, and I swear I see heat blossom in her eyes. Desire, passion, yearning. All the things that made me want her the first time.
After a short pause, she moves her bubble-covered hands down between my legs. She runs her fingers slowly over my inner thighs, her thumbs digging in the underside until they come together at my cock. She twines her fingers around me and squeezes the length of me, stroking and fisting up and down.
“Fuck, Treacle,” I groan and watch her lower herself to her knees between my legs, moving out of the way of the water so it runs down onto my dick. She points my tip up toward the stream, and I suck in a sharp breath as the droplets slap against my most sensitive appendage.
I stare at her through the stream, and she looks pleased at the pain she’s causing me. Bloody hell, she’s gorgeous.
Once the water rinses the last of the soap away, she licks her lips and dips her head down to wrap her mouth around my straining cock.
I think I’ve died a little.
My death is confirmed when she begins bobbing her head up and down my length, paying careful attention to lick and suck as she goes along. Her nails bite into my thighs, and I’m too transfixed to do anything but press my back against the cool white tile wall and watch the beautiful show in front of me.
“Are you all right?” she asks, out of breath and straightening to check on me. “Are you feeling dizzy?”
“Yes,” I reply instantly. “But only because my dick is in your mouth.”
She smiles. “Are you sure you’re all right? I don’t want to make things worse for you.”
“I’m perfect.”
My response elicits a smirk before she drops down and continues the marvellous work she’s been doing. I gently lower a hand on the back of her head, and I can’t help but thrust into her mouth. I want to fill her. I want to choke her, gag her, control her. Give her so much that she gets a little scared, but then watch her relax because she knows I’ll take care of her. This is my small moment of claiming.
The tip of my cock meets the back of her throat and she fucking moans. She moans like I’m in her pussy, and I can feel my orgasm building quicker than I ever thought possible. She picks up speed on me, riding my dick with her mouth and taking my control away with her eagerness. It’s fucking hot. Annoying. But bloody hot.
My dick tenses with impending need to release. Before I shoot it down her throat, I grab her by the arms and yank her up on her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her face confused as I grab her by the waist and pull her toward me. “Gareth, I could have finished.”
Her breasts are right in my face. I can’t help but drop a kiss on the nipple of one as I force her to spread her legs and climb onto my lap. She straddles me and frowns as I move a hand between us to position my cock between her folds.
“I want to come inside of you,” I croak, my chest aching with an overwhelming feeling that I can’t give a voice to yet. It’s not the claiming sensation I had a minute ago. It’s desperation. I press my tip inside of her and command, “Sloan, let me come inside you.”
She nods and lowers herself, holding onto me by the neck as I press my face against her chest. “Fuck yes, Sloan,” I groan as her tightness wraps around me.
“Gareth.” Her voice echoes off the shower walls as she repeats my name and begins moving slowly on top of me. Smooth, artful strokes of her pussy around my dick that feels like the fucking waltz.
“Sloan.” I say her name again because it feels good. It feels real. It feels important. “Fuck. Sloan, Sloan, Sloooan.”
“Oh my God, Gareth,” she cries, her voice hitching as she tightens around me. A spasm between her thighs shoots up into her apex, and I feel the lightning bolt of her orgasm. Every fucking pulse of her pleasure seizing up through her core.
She goes quiet on me, biting her teeth down on my shoulder as her orgasm descends. The pain of her bite has me erupting inside of her, my hot come shooting into her as deep as I can get it.
But it doesn’t feel deep enough.
I don’t know if it’ll ever feel deep enough when it comes to this woman.
AVERYBRITISH LUNCH OFshepherd’s pie is served as soon as Gareth and I come downstairs. Freya, Vi, Vaughn, Gareth, and I gather around the kitchen table and dig into our food like it’s not completely obvious that Gareth and I both have wet hair.
In my youth, I would have been much more embarrassed by the notion of Gareth’s family knowing I was intimate with their son when we’re not an established couple. I married Callum so young, I never had any opportunities to be an adult couple in front of someone’s parents. But after everything we’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours, I couldn’t care less. Gareth needed me upstairs, and I can already sense that his mood has lightened toward his father, which makes everyone a bit less tense.
