by S. Cook
“That depends. I think I do.” I was surprised with myself when I realized that I actually meant it, that I actually trusted this man whom I had known for only a few days.
“Good. I think you’ll love this surprise. I saved it for last.”
I felt Matthew pull out of me slowly, only to feel his hand tenderly take its place. He slid some of my hot juices up towards my ass, lifting his weight off me and gently placing the tip of one finger at my entrance.
Oh, hell no, what does he think he’s doing, I thought suddenly, even while a part of my brain welcomed the feel of his touch against my ass.
I held very still, waiting to see how this turned out. I’d never tried anal, but there had to be something to it if so many people got off on it.
I held my breath as Matthew slowly pushed into me, gauging my reaction to his very astonishing surprise. I shocked myself by pushing back against his hand, taking him even faster than he’d expected. I made no sound, instead fully enthralled by the extreme pleasure, finally moaning only when he began to move inside me.
“Do you like that?” he whispered in my ear as he slid his finger back and forth deep within me.
I started to answer him that I did like it, but instead screamed with pleasure when he positioned the pad of his middle finger against my clit, rubbing it as he continued to finger my ass. My moans came faster now, getting higher and higher pitched as my excitement grew. This was unlike anything I’d ever felt, and it seemed as though my brain couldn’t process all of the feelings at the same time. He moved faster against me, bringing me almost to the edge of orgasm before letting his movements slow, relaxing his hand.
“Do you think you can take me?” he said against my neck, thrilled when I hesitated before finally nodding my head without speaking. “Good. I want to feel your tight ass all around me.”
He kissed me again briefly before sitting up and reaching over to a table beside his bed. He came back with a small bottle of lube and I heard its top click open. I felt the bed shift as Matthew applied it generously to his hard, anxiously waiting dick. He rubbed my ass once more, and this time I felt an exciting chill as Matthew put a little of the slick gel against my opening.
Matthew knelt behind me and pulled my hips up lightly. He pressed the head of his cock close against my ass, letting me get used to the sensation. He inched in, stopping to let me catch my breath and relax around him, accepting him.
He cautioned me once to relax as he moved slowly in and out, prepping my muscles and holding me tightly, listening to the ragged breaths that told him I was caught in a moment of pure, intense ecstasy. He reached one hand carefully in front of me, massaging my clit and dipping a finger inside my warmth as he continued to just barely fuck my ass lovingly.
I unraveled.
From the frighteningly new sensation of Matthew’s cock inside me to the blindingly hot feelings running throughout my entire body, I had no choice but to rock back against his hips, taking his entire length in once and for all.
Matthew seemed shocked by my sudden thrust but responded quickly, fucking me hard to give me instant pleasure while barely remaining conscious himself from the incredible feeling of my tight walls grabbing his dick.
He spanked me sharply on one firm, round cheek, making me shriek again from the explosive feeling. Finally, another orgasm began to build inside me, one unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
“It’s too much!” I suddenly screamed through my moans.
Matthew froze.
“Should I stop?” he asked, only to have me grind my hips against him even harder and faster than before.
“No! It’s too good! Too much!” I yelled through the orgasm that bore down on me. I continued to move against him, grinding my hips in small circles as he continued to push into me, clinging to my hip bones now as he slammed his full length into me, over and over. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
That was all the encouragement Matthew needed. He exploded inside me, his hot cum making his cock slick as he continued to move. It glistened as he pushed in and out of me a few more times, his own orgasm finally subsiding once I had screamed myself hoarse. He gently pulled out of me, massaging my back roughly as he did and turning me to face him.
“That was incredible,” Matthew told me, still excited by the way I’d taken all of him.
“It was definitely a surprise,” I agreed breathlessly.
“But was it a good surprise?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I said at last, sighing in the aftermath of intensity.
Matthew pulled me closer to him, wrapping both his arms and his legs around my body and holding me to him as he kissed me slowly, not hungrily this time, but sated. His lips lingered on mine as I felt my own body returning to itself.
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(Keep reading for the next steamy book excerpt from DOMINICK BY S. COOK. Dominick likes to dominate if you know what I mean. )
Sneak Peek of Dominick
I’m about to turn around when I feel large, firm hands fall upon my shoulders, holding me in place. I stiffen as a hard-packed body comes up behind me, pinning me to the intricately-molded balcony.
The voice I hear in my ear is deep, and slightly husky with dangerous intent.
“You like playing games, don’t you?”
I feel a shiver course through me at the sound of that voice, unmistakably stirring. There is a gorgeous scent in the air, something expensive and masculine, yet light and teasing.
I draw in a shaky breath, fighting the urge to melt against that warm, solid frame. He unsettles and enthralls me just by his nearness and sensual lethalness.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say on a squeak, knowing who it is even without looking around.
My skin tingles in the same way; the juncture of my thighs quiver as always whenever he is around. My eyes close briefly and suddenly everything else – the event going on in the ballroom beyond, even the dark shadows enveloping us in a cloak of privacy, lose all significance.
All that matters is that he is here: impossibly holding me close, making me feel every inch of his unrelenting frame.
I feel his lips close to my ear, just feathering over my lobe. For a crazy moment, I feel so sure I’d dreamed him up – that his presence was just a figment of my fevered, lustful imagination.
“I promise you, Marie, that the truth will treat you better where I’m concerned,” he tells me softly.
I draw in a sharp breath as his arm crosses over my chest, and a large, powerful hand circles my throat.
The most overwhelming sense of being trapped underneath his spell sweeps through my system, making me shiver in the cool night air.
“You’re right,” I say softly, gathering my courage and straightening as much as I can with his arms holding me prisoner.
Whatever I’d expected from the seemingly cool-headed banker, it hadn’t been this. There was a throbbing, a distinct palpitation around us like a sensual force field. With him this close, the most improbable thoughts started to take form in my mind.
Images of the most passionate and intimate kind…involving me and Dominick writhing naked and entwined in sinfully dark, satiny sheets, our bodies merged perfectly as one.
“So why don’t you tell me what you want with me?” I ask him now, feeling more and more in control of myself.
He’s the one who had come out here seeking me; he’d obviously seen me leave for the balcony and had followed me. I didn’t have to explain myself to him.
His low laugh was devoid of humor, but filled with a stimulating, belly-cramping sexiness that foreboded dark, dark tidings for my impetuous self.
“If you knew what I wanted, it would send you running, doll.”
I quiver in a thousand places, surprised how that unfamiliar pet name makes me bristle and yet grow moist in my secret places at the same time. I try to move, turn around, but he holds me
fast, his hold on my neck tightening a fraction.
I gasp, forcing myself not to panic – its not like he’s going to choke me, right?
If anything, the feeling of his hand upon me feels terrifyingly erotic, overwhelming. I have the immediate instinct to melt in a puddle at his feet, but restrain myself. I mustn’t give in so easily, especially when I wasn’t even sure what he wanted.
What was he up to, anyway?
“Now who’s playing a game?” I ask calmly.
Why on earth am I still talking with him, instead of threatening him with an assault charge?
Dominick moves us further into the shadows, before spinning me to face him. I did not expect to see flames flickering in those cool green eyes, causing a current of excitement to almost tip me off my feet.
Luckily, his hands shoot out to grip my arms, and there is a warning signal on his handsome face, blending in with the narrowed slits of desire his gaze had become.
“It’s not going to work, Marie,” he says, his tone quiet and final.
I didn’t need to ask him what he meant.
We both knew; finally, we’d made the admission, albeit without voicing it out. There was no way we could now deny what had sizzled between us all these months since we’d met and seemed to skirt around each other any time chance drew us together.
“I knew you’d be here tonight,” I find myself blurting out suddenly out of nowhere – and wanted to kick myself.
But I just can’t stop talking, the need to express my pent-up emotions almost making me feel like bursting.
“I mean, you always have this cold wall set up where I’m concerned; I don’t even know why on earth it matters.”
“You think I’m cold?” he cuts in with a soft, predatory smile.
That smile can make a girl’s panties drop in a second, I think.
Why, oh why, can’t I seem to hold myself remote when it comes to him? Having him this close, feeling the heat of his fingers on my tingling skin, wasn’t making things any easier to manage.
“The things I wanted to do to you when I saw you kiss that overdressed companion of yours…”
I bite down a giggle.
“He can be quite spontaneous, I’ll admit. I find that admirable in a man, in fact,” I add, my eyes twinkling with challenge as I look way up into his unfathomable expression.
“Do you know what I call spontaneous?” Dominick says with dangerous softness. “Is you leaving with me – right now. There’s only one way to handle a situation like this; a woman like you needs to be taught a thing or two about pushing my buttons.”
If excitement could be measured, then it was encompassed in my whole being, turning me into a shell of shivers. I resisted the urge to wrap myself around him, to liquefy into the burning ice that was Dominick.
His fingers dug in deeper where they held onto my arms, which he kept pinned to my sides – a lucky thing, considering how I wanted to latch myself unto his neck, rise on tiptoe and just…
“I didn’t know you had buttons that could be pushed,” I murmur, sticking tor taunting mode –seemed like the one sure way to get a reaction from Mr. Ice and Fire.
“Try me,” he says in that same quiet yet pulsing tone. “I think I’m done keeping you at a distance, little doll. Maybe it’s time we get this out of our systems. One thing I swore was to never join your fawning league of besotted twits. That’s not what I am, Marie.”
“And that’s not what I wish for - not from you,” I say, my words clear if a little trembling.
I can’t stop staring at those delicious-looking lips of his, wishing I could just have one, teeny taste…
I wanted him desperately now.
I wince slightly when his hands bite into my flesh for a moment, before he loosens his hold.
“I already put my companion in a taxi before I came out here to look for you. I think it’s time you made your excuses to your date, don’t you think?”
He lifted a hand to rake it through my wavy blonde hair, before trailing his knuckles over my cheekbone in a caress.
His tantalizing touch makes me want to throw all caution to the wind. And yet, there was a moment of hesitation as I wondered about what I was about to embark on.
Exactly what was I letting myself in for?
I was seeing parts of Dominick that I’d never have guessed. He was every bit as sensual, thrilling and overpowering as any man had the right to be.
What other surprises lay in store for me?
Fuck it, I think recklessly.
I cross my fingers hoping my little prank wouldn’t end up landing me in the deep end, unable to escape the dizzying whirlpool within Dominick’s waiting arms.
***
Being driven home in Dominick’s sleek Lamborghini, I know I still have the chance to change my mind. I remember the question Jeff had asked when I’d sought him out from the crowd to tell him about my leaving with Dominick.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he’d asked with a gentle smile.
“No,” I’d said, my own smile wry.
I’d given him a quick, grateful hug, and had left the ballroom, aware that Dominick would be waiting outside where he’d gone to get the car.
And now, I can’t help stealing a look at his sternly handsome profile. He’d said hardly a word after I’d given him my address. But I don’t think I’m in the mood for a chat, either.
Something was coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my belly, and was sending the dampness spreading in a slow, blossoming tide in my silk panties. I keep pressing my bare knees together in the hope of curbing the unfamiliar twitching.
Dominick was the most sexually thrilling man I’ve ever met. He hadn’t kissed me – had hardly even touched me, and already I was panting for him, turning to mush in anticipation for what awaited me when we arrived at my place.
In a way, I am glad I’m going to be on my own turf. The familiar surroundings would calm me down. I’d never dreamed that tonight, I’d be returning home with him, the man who’d infuriated and magnetized me all this time.
The wetter I became, the harder it was to breathe. This was sexual arousal like I’d never ever known it, and suddenly, whatever consequences awaited me for wanting him did not worry me in the slightest.
After all, I can always worry much, much later.
For now though, I’ll just live for tonight.
I wondered if he would be expecting a tour of my house?
Once we arrived, a tour of my home seemed to be the last thing on his mind.
I was walking forward down the hallway when I notice him lingering at the entrance. I turn in surprise to find him backing the front door closed, turning the key and then waiting there with a dark, burning look on his face.
Uh oh.
“Come here.”
Two words have never held such thick, unspoken meaning, said in that gravel-crushing voice of his. It never occurred to me to argue.
Drawing in a shallow, tight breath, I slowly retrace my steps, my normally elegant stride wavering slightly beneath his watching, piercing gaze. His eyes travel slowly over my tall, slender frame as I approach him.
From the look on his face, he is ready to rip me out of each item of clothing I have on.
Good thing, because that’s exactly what I want to do to him right then.
I stop just inches from him, suddenly unsure what to do with my hands or myself. I feel a tremble in my limbs as I stare up into his face. He takes my wrist, and tugs me hard against him, closing the gap between us and driving out my breath in one go.
His dark head lowers to mine, angling to press at one corner of my gasping mouth, and then the other.
Please, please kiss me already!
I feel ready to scream the words out loud. I’d fantasized about those lips of his for so long that I feel foolish now for deluding myself into thinking all I feel for him is loathing.
“You and me…bad idea,” he says huskily, his enviably thick lashes lowering to hide th
ose dazzling green eyes of his. “You still have the chance to ask me to leave, Marie. I want you to be totally sure about this before I proceed one more inch inside.”
I almost let out a despairing groan.
“I am sure,” I say with deep, ragged conviction, lifting my arms to link about his neck.
But then he is gripping my wrists and backing me up against the nearest wall, pinning my arms high above me in one hand. His other hand slips around my throat in that dominating, possessive way of his that makes me breathless, wet and weak.
His strength…the way he moves so quickly and precisely like a jungle cat, thickens the mist of desire fogging my senses.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself in for,” he tells me gruffly, and the next moment, seizes my lips roughly with his.
It was everything I had ever hoped a real kiss would be.
His mouth touched mine and just like that, we connected.
So quickly and so easily, the friction of Dominick’s kiss was able to ignite the combustible chemical of desire within me. Moaning long and hard, I strain into his hard body, my hands twitching where he holds them restrained up against the wall.
I’d never tasted a man like him; a man with such heat and sweetness and wonder upon the tongue he proceeds to fuck my mouth with.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasps when he tears his lips away moments later, much too soon, as I feel dizzy-eyed.
I know I risk bruising the skin of my wrists held so tightly in his powerful grip with the way I was striving closer to his delicious mouth, which he keeps just out of my reach. That’s when I inch closer with my lower body, bumping my groin against his and then letting out a shuddering sigh when I feel it. His granite-hard erection, positively defined in rigid relief beneath his dress pants.
I rub against him almost mindlessly, panting through my open mouth as something like fire trickles down my inner thighs. A fire only Dominick’s cock can quench by burying itself into my liquefied core.
“I want you to make love to me,” I say with a gasp, inwardly shocked at my audacity, my total lack of shame.