Leveled (Saints of Denver #0.5)(23)



“You okay?” He sounded genuinely concerned, so I propped myself up on my elbows and cast a look down at his waist and then back up at his questioning eyes.

“You just seem really prepared and I guess we don’t really know that much about each other. I don’t sleep around, Dom.” My dick might murder me if he got freaked out by what I was saying and called a halt to our sexual escapades, but I had to be up front with what my expectations were. That was only fair to both of us.

Dom finished rolling the condom down his engorged shaft and gave the base a solid squeeze which made my mouth go dry. I could totally get on board with watching him get himself off. That sounded like a good time for all.

“I’m a cop, Lando. It’s in my nature to be prepared for any circumstance that might arise. I don’t sleep around either, but I have been single for a while now and on occasion I have met someone here or there I only want to spend a night with. You are not one of those guys.”

It wasn’t like I could pass any kind of judgment. There was a time not too long ago where I was only down to have a boy in my life for the night and as long as he was telling me that wasn’t the case with us, I felt like I had to believe him. I wanted to believe him.

I gave him a little nod as he crooked his finger at me and told me to move closer to the edge of the bed with my legs bent. I took a deep breath and shifted into the position he requested. We locked eyes as he leaned over me and my very ready dick as his hand, now coated and slick, coiled around my cock and moved up and down at a languid pace. My breath hitched as he took his time, rolled over the tip and circled the head with a delicate touch before skating between my legs and rubbing over my taut sack.

My thigh muscles quivered, my abs pulled as tight as they had ever been as his firm touch disappeared between my legs and onto that spot that he needed to get ready for him. There was always the initial stretch and pull, and the tight ring of muscle got ready to yield. My heart kicked in my chest and I could see his nostrils flare as he worked a finger in and out of me while I struggled to keep my breathing in check.

Dom reached out with his free hand and picked up one of mine where it was lying on the bed. He put it on my now shiny and still straining erection and told me, “Touch yourself.” It was all so overwhelmingly intimate. So unrestrained and uninhibited. Even when I had taken strangers to bed knowing good and well I would never see them again, I hadn’t felt this same sense of freedom, of acceptance and approval. And while sex with Remy had always been sweet and heartfelt, full of emotion and sentiment, it had also been plagued by newness, doubt, and uncertainty. There was never this level of comfort or rightness with anyone else and I didn’t even know Dom’s middle name, or his favorite color, or what his favorite band was. It was all a little disconcerting and again I got the feeling of being cut off at the knees and leveled to the ground by this man.

Dom pulled away just enough that he could brace a hand on the bed right next to my hip as he used the other one to line himself up with my waiting body. He wasn’t a small guy and I knew it was going to be a tight fit, but the burn and the ache as he slowly slid inside did nothing to lessen the grip that pleasure had on all of my senses. His dark head was bent low as he watched not only himself going in and out of me, but also me as I continued to rub my fist up and down my dick which was now thumping against his lower stomach each time he sank inside of me as far as he could go.

He groaned my name as my body instinctively tightened around him as he started to move faster and faster. He was big and strong so he had to place a hand on my hip to keep me anchored to the side of the bed so that his powerful thrusts didn’t shift me away from the position he wanted me in.

I was pinned, immobilized and very full of Dom. I don’t think there was any better place I could ever ask to be.

I felt my breath quicken and desire start to curl up all the way from my toes. My hand moved faster on my dick and my balls drew up even tighter against my body. Dom’s eyes glowed with a minty green I hadn’t seen yet and his teeth sank into the curve of his lower lip.

“You’re close.” The roughness of his voice, as it struggled to make its way out was its own kind of sexy caresses.

“I am.” I was panting and my hips were shifting involuntarily as he continued to pound into me like he wanted to put me through the other side of the bed. I loved the feel of him, the stretch and pull that I had to do in order to take all of him. It was sex that would leave its mark, would leave a memory in more ways than one.

“Good because I’m not going to last much longer.” He dropped his head and growled low in his throat as he shifted the hand he had on my hip so that he could palm my tense balls while I continued to pump up and down on my cock. It was primal. It was raw. It was so real that it was all I needed to let go. There was no resisting the dual stimulation and the hard dick rapidly moving in and out of my body.

Pleasure rushed forth, spurted out and covered both our hands. Dom growled again, thrust his hips a couple more times, and then said my name like it was a wish come true. He groaned from deep in his chest as I watched all his muscles quake and shiver with satisfaction.

He sighed heavily, pulled out of me, and after dropping a quick kiss on the center of my chest right next to where my heart was trying to catch up with us, he flopped down next to me on the bed on his back so that we were both supine with our legs dangling over to the floor. We were both covered in sex and sweat. It should have been awkward or maybe a little uncomfortable but again it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

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