Page 140 of Ominous: Part 1
“Yeah?” He kisses the tip of my ear, sending shivers shooting through my core. “You want me to be good for you?”
I widen my thighs, letting him step closer, flush against me, no space between us. He still doesn’t release my arm, though, and I know I’m in no position to physically fight back, if I wanted to.
As it is, I just want him to give into me. I want him toopen. Up.
“I want you to be honest,” I tell him, my mouth against his cheekbone. “They don’t have to be the same thing.”
He smiles, and I feel the shape of it on my skin. “They usually aren’t.”
I press my lips to his face in a soft kiss, even as my heart is like a jackhammer in my chest. “Be bad, baby boy.” I hear his breath hitch. “But don’t lie to me.”
A moment passes between us. Quiet but full of loud tension, tight enough I feel the string of it wrapped around my heart, tugging sadistically, making it hard for me to even rememberhowto breathe, let alone actually do it.
I think he’s forgotten, too, and when I realize my words matter again to him, I remember the boy from last night. The one who played with my hair. Who nudged his nose with mine. The boy who promised not to hurt me.
And a second later, when I feel dizzy and nervous andeager,he releases my wrist, reaching for my ass, pulling me even closer to him on the island.
He picks his head up, and before I can blink, his mouth is over mine. He releases his grip on my throat, grabbing my thigh hard enough to bruise. I’m overwhelmed, my fingers trembling and clumsy and aching, but I grab at his dick, over his swimsuit, unsure of what exactly to do, but I stroke my hand over how hard he is. How thick and long beneath my hand, the wet material of his swim trunks cold in contrast to his heat here.
I want this. I want him. The rest we can figure out later, can’t we? I want his attention on me. I want to be his focus.
He moans against my mouth as I stroke him. I know I’m probably doing it fucking wrong, but I don’t care. I don’t care about the glass doors, either. The people watching.
I don’t care.
It doesn’t matter.
I let him go and reach for the strings of his swim trunks, fumbling with them with both hands. It takes me a moment as he kisses me, our mouths opening and closing in unison, but I get them loose enough to push my hand in. My fingers are around him, soft and hard all at once, and I’m taken aback at how big he feels in my hand, but I’m not sure if I should squeeze it tight or loose or—
He snatches my wrist before I can decide, prying me off of him as he yanks my arm behind my back. I have to shoot my other palm out to the warm marble of the island to steady myself.
I look up, surprised, and he smiles.
It’s deranged, wicked, just like the smile he gave Dom when he was threatening him. The boy from last night is gone all over again.
“You want me to be bad?” There’s a warning in his words.
I swallow, hard, rethinking my own.Do I?Yes.Yes.I want tofeelsomething. I want to feel him, everywhere. But…
But…
The angle he twists my wrist behind my back brings a gasp up my throat, but I swallow it down, not letting him know the way it hurts, sharp and aching. I don’t try to pull away and I don’t tell him to stop. It reminds me of the three letters I carved into my skin. Thefeeling.
Euphoria tinged with hurt.I crave this.
His hand comes to the cutout of my swimsuit, fingers yanking, pulling at the fabric, exposing me between us. He drops his gaze, and I bite my lip, my face hot from being uncovered and the pain lancing up my hand. But I don’t want him to know he’s hurting me.I don’t want him to stop.
“Yes,” I whisper, answering his question as he drinks me in.“Be bad for me.”
He smiles, shaking his head, but not meeting my eye. My heart does somersaults in my chest.
“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” he says quietly, like he means it. His tongue is between his teeth as he stares at me, my chest heaving as I try to keep breathing. His swimsuit is pulled down just enough to expose the head of his dick, and I see white stuff beaded on the tip.Precum.I know the word, at least.
I shift my thighs, spreading myself wider to him, trying to not think about the way he can see almost everything even as I give it to him readily.
His eyes drag up the length of my body, resting on mine. His chin is tilted down, his lips parted. “I didn’t think anyone like you ever… existed.”
I feel power soar in my veins, like I’m on top of the world. Holding his attention, claiming it, using it…it feels good.“I’m not a dream,” I tell him, keeping the soreness throbbing through my wrist from edging into my voice. “I’m a nightmare,just for you.”
