Leveled (Saints of Denver #0.5)(17)
I wanted to grab his head and force him to his knees in front of me. I could tell he knew it, too. He was grinning at me, which was extra sexy with his mouth red and shiny from being all over mine.
He slipped a finger into the elastic band at the top of my shorts and tugged just enough to let the tip of my dick peek out. He lifted an eyebrow at the ruddy tip and his grin turned downright wicked.
“I want to see how far down your freckles go.” His voice rumbled out of his chest and the deep rasp of it made my skin pebble in anticipation.
I wheezed a little when he finally lowered himself to the floor in front of me, taking my shorts down with him.
“I pretty much have them everywhere.” When I was younger, I hated them because I felt like they were just one more thing that set me apart from the rest of the guys my age. Now I had grown into them and I kind of liked them. Dom was apparently a fan.
He chuckled and moved across my cock, which was practically leaping out to make his acquaintance. “I can see that. I like them. I want to connect them all with my tongue.”
“Jesus.” He laughed again as I let my head fall back against the door with a loud thunk at the first swipe of his tongue across the already leaking tip of my cock. “I don’t know if I could survive that.”
I looked down at him right as he leaned forward to wrap a hand around the base of my erection and at the same time surrounded the rest of the waiting length with the heat of his mouth. It was my turn to swear as my vision went cloudy around the edges and my knees went a little weak. I’d had plenty of guys go down on me back in my f*ck-to-forget days, but nothing felt like Dom’s mouth on me. It obliterated thought. It killed common sense. It annihilated any hesitation I had about throwing myself in with this man. His mouth on me, his hand twisting in time with the motion of his bobbing head felt like it had to happen. It felt better than any blow job had a right to feel. It felt more intense and involved than the last time I had actual sex with someone. It felt fated and destined. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his as he looked up at me with a perceptive glint in his eye.
I told myself to breathe because things were getting fuzzy and I felt lightheaded. I curled one hand around the back of his dark head and let his short hair tickle the tips of my fingers as I urged him to go farther and farther down. I wanted him to take as much of me as he could and he obliged without so much as blinking an eye. I put my other hand over my heart and tried to hold it in as it threatened to beat its way out of my chest. The intensity of it all was going to take me to the ground.
He made a pleased sound around the rigid flesh in his mouth and I couldn’t watch him anymore. I theoretically should have been the one in power, in control, as I stood over him, as he swallowed me back as far in his throat as he could. But it was all Dom. He was the one in charge as he worked me over and handled me like I was made of clay. I was pliable in his hands, willing to let him do whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was to make me come undone as quickly as possible.
I swore again as his free hand, which had been hovering over his own reawakening erection suddenly appeared between my legs and wrapped around my overly sensitive sack. The caress had my eyes flying back open and my fingers digging into his scalp. He rolled his palm over the delicate skin and pleasure throbbed so hard at the base of my spine, at the skilled touch, it almost hurt.
“Dominic …” I gasped his name out as a warning that I was close to the point of no return and he made a humming noise that shot all the way through my dick and into my gut. I groaned and then jolted as his hand left my balls and skipped up between my legs, along the curve of my ass and dipped into places I wasn’t sure I was ready to let him touch yet.
Whether I was ready or not didn’t matter to Dom as the tip of his finger teased the tight and hidden place.
I said his name, but it was broken and torn from my throat. It was all the warning he got before my body rebelled and gave into the rampaging pleasure he was coaxing from it. I panted, shallow and ragged breaths as I curled both my hands around the sides of his head and held him still as I danced and dripped desire all across the surface of his tongue.
His eyes were alive with self-satisfaction and pride as he wrung me out to dry and left me slumped, weak and boneless, against the door. It was an unfamiliar feeling. I’d never handed myself over to someone else like that before. Not even with Remy. With him, everything had been a gentle exploration, a discovery of what love and forever should feel like. With Dom, it felt like I was already at the top of the mountain and ready to jump off. It was the exhilaration of the battle won and the fear of the unknown crashing that amplified every touch and every shared breath. He pulled back and kissed the center of my stomach, which had the muscles pulling tight.
He went to get back up to his feet and halted before he got halfway up as his bad leg betrayed him. His face pulled tight in a wince of pain as I reached out and helped him up. We stood facing each other naked and as exposed as we could be.
He lifted a hand and rubbed it over the surface of his short hair and gave me a rueful grin. “Maybe I should have let you focus on the other muscles that needed your attention after all. Those aren’t such an easy fix.”
I cleared my throat and situated myself back inside my shorts. “I’m not sure anything about any of this is easy.”
He rolled his heavy shoulders and turned to walk over to the hooks on the wall that held his discarded clothes. “Most things that are easy aren’t worth much. It’s the things you have to work for that matter the most.”