God, he feels big and powerful, but gentle and tender too. A blend of physical and emotional opposites that shouldn’t really work together, but do. I stroke his shoulders, following the bulge of his bicep down, and then up, sliding further over his back until I find the hem of his shirt. Underneath, he is a furnace, smooth skin over bunched muscle. My fingers trace a path, higher, over his sides, feeling his body tense at the contact.
He sighs, eyes closed as he enjoys the sensations.
“Take it off,” I whisper. “Let me see you.”
His eyes are molten when they meet mine, but he doesn’t say no. It takes a couple of seconds for him to tug it off and then I’m greeted by a sight that sends my heart speeding and my mouth watering. I’ve seen him shirtless from afar but close is something else. I’ve never come across a man who looked so good I wanted to taste him. I turn my head to the side and press an open-mouthed kiss to his forearm, stroking the skin with my tongue. I buzz with desire for this man who seemed so big and brash from afar but close up is protective and sincere.
He pumps his hips, forcing my thighs further apart and nudging my clit with the root of his cock. I moan as his hand goes to my breast, lightly caressing my already puckered nipple.
He inhales against the skin of my breastbone, nuzzling his nose gently at the soft flesh on either side of his face. “You smell of summer,” he says, and I think it might be the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me. I glance my hand over my nipple, showing him that I want him to touch me, squeeze me, pinch me; anything to move me closer to where I want to be.
His hand takes over, grasping my nipple firmly as he kisses a trail across my belly. He’s slow, savoring every kiss, every nuzzle that he makes winds my body tighter.
“I want to taste you,” he says, voice thick with desire. I let my knees fall open wider so that he knows it’s okay and that I want it too.
He doesn’t waste time taking my panties off, just uses one hand to tug the lace aside, and the other to grip my thigh. I’m expecting him to go slow, and he does at first, taking time to breathe deep where I’m wet and needy, and to nuzzle into the little patch of hair I leave because it makes me feel more womanly.
Those huge fingers of his touch me so gently, two easing my labia apart until I’m totally open to his view. “Fuck,” he grunts, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to my clit.
I know I must still be swollen between my legs. My clit feels so tender from my previous orgasm that I flinch when he makes contact with it. His tongue is soft, running languid circles around and around, never quite touching where I’m most sensitive.
I slide my fingers into his hair, gripping as he winds me tighter and tighter, making soft noises as the pleasure rises to a higher pitch. I think I could come from just this; gentle contact and the sense of surrender that I feel towards this big, strong, good man. There is relief inside me that bubbles fast and bright, with the edge of fear that never seems to leave me. My pussy contracts hard around nothing and he must feel it against his tongue because before I can beg for his fingers, they are there, pushing where I’m practically dripping with arousal. He slides in one thick finger, drawing it out slowly with a twist at the end that has my hips bucking.
“You like that?” he asks, pulling back to stare as he slides two deep inside me. Two fingers and I feel so full.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You want more?”
I want to shout yes, but I’m a little scared. I already feel so stuffed, what will it feel like for another finger to slide on in too? Probably so good that I’ll come there and then, but maybe it’ll hurt. I don’t want it to hurt.
“Slowly,” I say in the end, and he looks up, catching my eyes, checking that I’m still there with him. Again, his eyes move back between my legs as he draws his fingers through my wetness and adds that big extra finger. He’s restrained, dipping inside just an inch, pulling back out so that he can spread my wetness to smooth the journey. When he pushes again, I move my own hand down to my clit, knowing that if I rub it softly, my pussy will relax to take more.
“If I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to need to open you up,” Dominic says softly. “You’re so tight.”
I lie back, close my eyes and think of his big cock. I go back to all those nights when I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about him and the filthy things that I imagined he would do to me. I moan loudly as his third finger slides in too. It feels so good. Fullness with an edge of sting. I’m a little sore from the vibrator, which isn’t helping.
I don’t want to think about that now, though. This is about finding oblivion. It’s about reclaiming my body for my own, to use as I want. I look down at Dominic, his thick eyelashes fanned over his cheeks as he focuses between my legs and I start to roll my hips, chasing more pleasure, finger speeding on my clit.
“I’m gonna give you four,” he says.
“Do it,” I gasp, so close I can almost taste it. Even though I had an orgasm less than an hour ago, the one that’s developing inside me feels like an avalanche waiting to fall.
The fourth finger feels impossible. Dominic has to twist his hand, just to find a better angle. I hold myself still, spreading my legs wider, tilting my hips and thinking about all the nights that I wanted this but told myself it could never happen. I concentrate so that I can memorize everything about this moment. The harsh inhale of Dominic’s breathing, the slight tremble as he pushes so much of his hand inside me, the yellow arc of light that casts his face in an ethereal glow that makes him appear half angel, half devil.
I cry out as he draws out his hand and pushes in with a twist, bending to lick my clit in a matching rhythm. I can’t take it when his other hand pushes my leg up high against my chest to give him wider access. I’m so close, teetering on the very edge of an orgasm so powerful it has my whole body taut.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, grinding my hips against his hand, fighting for my release. His lips close around my clit and when he sucks, I fall and fall and fall, losing all grasp on reality. I don’t recognize the sounds that come out of my mouth. I’ve never let go this way with anyone else and it feels scary, as though my soul is suddenly bare for Dominic to see and judge.
His hand eases from inside me and then he’s stroking my legs, kissing the tips of my fingers and finally my lips. For a moment I freeze, not really knowing how things should be afterward, but he leads me through the darkness with his soft mouth and gentle hands. His hips grind into mine, the heavy thickness of his cock almost shocking.
“Hannah,” he says gently between kisses. “You’re beautiful.” I blink slowly. My inner voice goes back to my darkest days. Whore. Worthless. Trash. I should never have taken those words to heart, but I was young and vulnerable and they cut me to the bone. “Tell me what you want.”
I want to tell him that I want to rewind time so that I could meet him as I was; full of joy and innocence, without the worries and burdens that I carry on my back like lead. I wish I was a less damaged person so I could be good for him. The cheery cheerleader who is bright and bubbly and full of hope. But I know he wouldn’t want to hear those things and I don’t have the voice to say them.
Instead, I say, “You,” reaching out to touch his face, stroking his cheek, his brow, the lids of his eyes when they drop closed at my words.
He pauses for only a few seconds, his shoulders rising and falling with his quickening breaths. When I reach down to unbuckle his belt, he seems to wake from his dream-state, helping me release his zipper and push down his pants. Dominic’s so eager that he doesn’t even get fully undressed, just puts his thumb into the top of his boxers and pushes down until his cock is free.
Fuck. My mind seems to grind to a halt as I take in the size of the thing. Now I know why it’s the stuff of legends. In that moment I understand why all the girls talk about Big D with such utter fascination. The boy has been blessed in a way I wouldn’t have considered physically possible. He holds it like a baseball bat, looking down at it l
ike he’s almost as surprised as I am at what he’s found between his legs. “You sure?” he asks. He sounds almost shy or apologetic. For a second I wonder if girls have turned him down, daunted at the prospect of what that thing might do to them.
I push myself up so I’m closer and touch his face again. “Yeah, baby,” I say. “One minute.” I swing my legs off the side of the bed and head to Heather’s nightstand. I know she keeps condoms in there. I take one from the box, relieved that her current boyfriend is also of the well-endowed variety. Dominic is still holding himself, waiting.
“Here,” I say, tearing the packet and handing it to him.
As he rolls it down, I slip off my panties and bra and get back on the bed, waiting for him to be ready. It’s mesmerizing to watch him concentrating, smoothing the tight latex down, inch by painstaking inch. When he’s done, he lies over me, aligning our hips, touching his nose to mine, kissing my lips gently. He nudges me with his knee to spread my legs wider as he reaches to take hold of his cock. When he strokes the blunt head of it through my wetness I shiver. This is really going to happen.
It’s been so long since I let anyone inside me that I have to close my eyes to lose myself in the darkness. I hold onto his arm, needing the contact with him to feel grounded. I hook my leg around his waist to let him know how much I want this because I do. So much that my heart feels like a ripe fruit, ready to split open at any moment.
He moves his hips, pushing me open, slow inch by slow inch, slipping in my arousal but hitting resistance because of the sheer size of his cock. It feels so good.
Explicit.
Raw.
I get why so many romance books feature heroes that are hung. There is nothing like the feeling of a big cock forcing its way inside you. It’s primal. Nature at its most perfect.
The power within him practically vibrates against me, and as my body relaxes to accommodate him, I feel my heart give way a little too. Dominic’s eyes are locked on mine and the look of possession in them is just too much.
“You feel so good,” he says, as though he can tell my mind is wandering and he wants to remind me of this amazing thing that we are doing.
“You feel good, too.”
“Tell me what you want,” he orders again, eyes almost frantic as he finally bottoms out. I wish I could see the place where our bodies are locked. I wish I could watch him draw his cock out and then spear me again. I can guess how explicit it looks and the thought sends a pulse of heat between my legs.
“Just you, however you want to give it to me.”
A ghost of a smile passes his lips, then he rises up onto his knees and hooks my ankles over his shoulders. Now I get to see what I want, and when I look at where we are joined, it’s just as erotic as I thought it would be. My labia are spread wide, his cock gleaming with my arousal. He rolls his hips, abs flexing, hands gripping me tightly and I just can’t take my eyes off him. The sheer masculinity and size of him. It blows my mind. All topped off by the prettiness of his eyes that are framed by such long lashes that he looks soulful even when he’s trapped in the clutches of passion.
In this position, I can’t touch his body and my hands itch to feel the heat of his skin. I reach to grasp his hand, and he shifts position as though he’s read my mind. He scoops me up, hefting me so that I’m straddling his lap, our bodies now joined all the way. His embrace is fierce, his kiss so searing that I feel woozy. I grind myself against him, rising up and dropping down on his cock, luxuriating in the graze of his body against my clit and the overwhelming feeling of fullness.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs in my ear. “Just like that.”
“Oh,” I gasp, feeling the sensations building towards an orgasm. I’m not expecting it. I didn’t know if I’d ever be capable to come through penetrative sex. It’s never happened before, and as my mind skitters over that fact, I feel the waves recede.
“Hey,” Dominic says, grasping my face, making me focus just on him. “Where did you go?”
I shake my head, avoiding his gaze, but he drops his head to one side so that I can’t avoid looking at him. “Hannah, you’re so fucking beautiful. You feel so good I can barely take it. I want you right here with me so that when I come, you’ll come too.”
His words wipe away all my thoughts, making me focus on our movements. He shifts with every downward thrust I make, our bodies synchronized so much it’s as though we’ve been doing this for years. He strokes my back, lifting my hair so he can kiss my neck.
“That’s it.” I know he must feel my pussy squeezing as I get closer and closer to the orgasm I so desperately want. I’m greedy for him, famished from so many years of feeling damaged and fragile. He clutches at my ass, tugging me closer so our bodies smack together with more force, and it’s what I need; brute force and raw physical passion to wipe away everything that has come before.
“Oh, oh, ohhhh….” Just one more thrust is all it takes to send me over the edge. I seize with the pleasure, arching my back like a tightly strung bow. My pussy bears down on his cock, so tightly that I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt. And he moves slowly through it all, prolonging the euphoric feeling, over and over until I feel totally wrung out.
My eyes are squeezed tightly shut, blocking out everything that might interrupt the purity of my pleasure. Only when I relax in his arms do I feel his breath on my cheek.
“So fucking sexy,” he says, kissing my temple and the corner of my mouth.
I squeeze him closer to me, needing a way to tell him how I’m feeling right now without words. I can feel his heart hammer just off-beat to mine, and the sweat on his back. He smells good, like alpine cologne and warm man. Wrapped around him like this, I feel a sense of calm that I haven’t felt in a long time. He’s a rock. Sturdy. Immovable. Still here despite finding out about my secret job. I never hoped that it could happen. I never thought anyone would see through that to the me behind my situation. The lump in my throat burns bright. I squeeze him tighter because holding him like this is stopping me from breaking apart.
Big D shifts to lay me back on the covers, resting his whole body over me. He moves slowly, grinding rather than thrusting, face buried in my hair on the pillow. He slips his hand into mine, pinning it by my head. I’m totally enveloped by him and it’s bliss. I close my eyes just so I can feel more. The sensations are sharper in the darkness of my mind, the sounds of his breathing louder. I can hear the thud of my own heart in my ears, and relish the impact of his thrusts on my body that much better.
“Baby,” he gasps, speeding his hips, beginning to make the journey to the precipice of his own pleasure. I undulate beneath him, wanting him to feel how much I love this, how much I want him. He thrusts so hard that I get cramps from the depth of the penetration, but I don’t care. I want his passion, messy and slippery, needy and clawing. I want the slickness of his perspiration and the sharp scent of his arousal. I want to feel this big strong man reduced to nothing in my arms, because his surrender feels like freedom to me. And I want to be free. So badly it hurts.
Inside, his cock jerks and I know he’s there. Dominic holds me so tight I can barely breathe.
For minutes afterward, neither of us speaks. While we’re silent, linked together and wrapped up in each other’s embrace, I can pretend this is real. I can believe that I might have a chance at spending more nights like this with Dominic Ramsey, rising football star. I can imagine sharing ideas with him, planning our assignments together, getting a bite to eat in the canteen and then strolling back here to do more of this.
He’s the first to move, reaching between our bodies to hold tightly to the top of the condom. When he pulls out, I feel so empty and not just physically. I don’t want to associate this with anything that’s happened in my past, but I can’t prevent those thoughts from seeping in. Dominic isn’t Brayden. They are light years apart, but this feeling is the same. I roll onto my side, as Dominic gets up to find the trash. I listen, waiting to hear him rustling around to find his clothes, dressi
ng quickly to make his exit before things get too awkward. His feet pad against the floor but then the bed shifts and he’s lying down behind me, draping his huge arm around my middle and pulling my close to his chest.
He strokes my hair gently and I wish I knew what he was thinking. “Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod and he carries on stroking. “This…I want you to know that it wasn’t a game plan or anything. I didn’t insist on bringing you up here because I wanted to…” He trails off and I smile.
“I know you didn’t.”
“Do you?”
I nod and he goes quiet again. I put my hand over his, linking our fingers.
“I asked around about you,” he says.
“Oh yeah?”
“When Starkie assigned you as my tutor. I knew who you were, but I wanted to find out what you were about.”
“And what did you find out?”
“Not very much. None of my friends knew anyone that had dated you, and I couldn’t figure it out. Pretty girl like you and no line of dudes at your door.”
I snort as though I’m disagreeing and he huffs behind me. “Prettiest girl that I’ve seen in a long time,” he says and I actually blush, grateful that he can’t see my face. My mouth feels dry, my mind skittering over where he might be going with all these questions and observations. Just as I’m starting to panic, my cellphone rings. I’m contemplating not answering it but then Dominic rolls away from me. I turn, thinking he’s going to pass me my purse, but then I see his hand disappear inside it and my heart stops.
The phone continues to ring, but Dominic doesn’t seem to be searching for it anymore. His eyes are in the bag; his hand draws out a huge heap of loose bills that I stuffed inside. He looks up at me, confusion in his eyes. The money quite obviously isn’t tips. Even my most generous and desperate customers only tip tens and twenties.
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