Sweetness

by S Gonzalez

  “Dom…ple…ase,” I groan feeling his dick twitching inside me, but still no movement.

  “Shh, just feel it baby. Look at me. I want you to keep looking at me,” he urges. My eyes open lazily and I see him, watching me like he is seeing me for the first time. The look in his eye is love and lust and…something I can’t recognize. “I love you, Emma. Don’t ever leave me again, okay.”

  “I…wo…n’t- oh god,” I can feel myself getting closer but before I reach my peak, Dominic pulls back slightly so the nub is no longer where I desperately need it to be. He again stills, driving my already sensitive body into a frenzy.

  “I can’t lose you, Emma. No matter how hard it gets, don’t run away again. Whatever life throws at us, we are in this together. Til’ death do us part,” Dominic sighs and thrusts back inside me, placing the nub back in place, where I desperately need it to be.

  Thank fuck!

  “Til’ death do us part, baby. I won’t ru…nnnnnn, oh my….oh Dom…” I cry out as I feel the first burst of my orgasm rip though me like a shock wave.

  When my insides start clenching Dom pulls back and thrusts into me with pounding force. After a few thrusts, I can feel another flash of heat overtake my body, sending me off into another mind-blowing wave of pleasure. This time taking Dominic with me.

  While Dominic is catching his breath I can feel the vibration between my legs readying me for another round and I can’t stifle the moan that emanates from deep inside me. Dominic raises his head from my chest and looks at me confused but once he feels me starting to clench around him, his dick goes from semi hard to rock solid as I finish my third orgasm in ten minutes. Dominic pulls out of me after he grinds out the final round of pleasure before falling on his back next to me. The sound of buzzing and heavy breathing fills the room.

  “Are you going to turn that off,” I giggle while looking over at him.

  “In a second,” he says as if he is concentrating.

  I see he is still rock solid and it dawns on me that the second go round was for me, not him. I sidle up on my knees and take off my new favorite toy, before slipping him into my mouth. I can taste myself as well as him and it is turning me on more then I though possible. I waste no time pumping and thrusting him over and over until I feel him get stiffer in my hand.

  “Baby, I’m gonna’…” and without finishing his sentence he spurts hard and thick down my throat, filling my mouth over and over again while thrusting his hips up and down.

  After I am confident I licked him clean, I climb on top of him and smile. Shyly watching a calmness wash over him as his breathing evens out.

  “I am going to enjoy having you do that for the next sixty years,” he says.

  “Sixty years. You are still going to expect blowjobs when you are in your eighties?”

  Dominic looks up at me with a serious expression. “Fuck yes. Just think of how good it will be when you can take your teeth out first.”

  “Ewww, Dominic. That’s disgusting,” I swat him across his chest in disgust. Truth be told, the thought of spending the rest of our lives together makes me feel warm and safe. He pulls me next to him and I curl up under his arm. I trace my hand over his chest thinking of how our lives will be for the next sixty years as I fall into a deep sleep.

  The next week flies by and after an epic performance at Bumbershoot the guys are stoked to be in the home stretch of this tour. From here on out it is small gigs and state fairs. This also means they get a few days off before their next gig in Las Vegas. After Bumbershoot, instead of riding down on the bus, Justin, Rocco, and Chris decided to fly down so they can get in some downtime. Since I have to leave in the morning Dominic choose to stay here with me and fly out in the morning, too. I hate having to say good-bye to him again. I know I will see him in four weeks but it still doesn’t make this any easier. I wonder if it will ever get easier to watch him leave.

  Waking up next to my fiancé-I will never tire of that phrase-it is bittersweet. I know this is the last time I will wake up next to him for weeks. I watch him sleep, drinking in every moment I can. His ruggedly handsome face is so sweet and innocent in his slumbered state. His muscular arm is bend behind his head while his other arm is draped over his flat stomach. Even sleeping I can see how tight his abs are. I allow my wondering finger to trace over the middle of his washboard stomach, over his belly button and along the deep V that creeps into his black boxer briefs with the words “Born to Rock”, written across the waste band. As I run my index finger along the elastic band Dominic stirs and slowly turns to face me, but never opens his eyes.

  “Morning, baby.”

  “Morning.”

  “Watcha’ doin’.”

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing, huh. Certainly feels like you are doing

  something to me.” Dominic grabs me by my forearm and pulls me over toward him so that our faces and chests are lined up but my crotch is on his thigh that he has slipped between my legs. I can feel his hardness on my lower thigh and I grind into him as I tug his bottom lip with my teeth.

  “My, my, aren’t we in a feisty mood this morning. It is barely,” Dominic takes this opportunity to open his eyes and look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Nine A.M. and you are grinding that sweet little pussy of yours on my leg. Didn’t I scratch that itch more then once last night?”

  “Oh, you sure did but today is a new day. Besides, if I am not getting any for four whole weeks, I better savor every last orgasm I can.” Dominic and I both laugh quietly as we continue to kiss and explore each other’s bodies.

  “As enticing as that sounds, I would like to actually go out today, since it is our last day together for a while. Besides, I have an idea.” Dominic’s face lights up like his has been keeping what he is about to tell me, a secret to too long.

  With a stifled groan I climb off of Dominic and sit up to stretch. “Fine, what’s your idea”

  “You like coasters?”

  “Like, rollercoasters? Yea, I guess.”

  “Good, because we are going to a theme park. On a date,” he tells me very matter of factly.

  “A date. Dom, we’re engaged. I don’t know if they are called dates anymore.”

  “Yes they are. Besides we have only gone out on one official date; in New York when I took you to the restaurant in Central Park.”

  I scrunch up my face as if to say “no way” but he is right. We have always hung out before or after shows, on the bus, or in hotel rooms. How is it possible for people to be engaged when they have been out on only one date?

  “You know what, you’re right. That’s weird isn’t it?”

  “Not for us. So get your ass up so we can get going.”

  I climb out of bed and gather my clothes off the floor from last night. As usual my panties are missing.

  “Um, Mr. Ross, you wouldn’t happen to know where my panties are do you,” I ask him, with my hand on my hip already knowing the answer.

  “Yes I do.” He holds up his index finger before riffling through his overnight bag. “You can have these back. I washed them.”

  In his hand he holds out my white and red panties he stole from me in New York.

  “I washed them, they’re clean,” he repeats as I stare at them in disbelief.

  “Why are you giving them back to me now?”

  “Because they lost their scent. Besides, I have new ones.”

  “DOMINIC! I can’t believe you just said that. That is disgusting. You can’t keep collecting my panties. How many pairs have you horded?”

  “Don’t know. Let me check.”

  Dominic reaches his hand into the bottom of his bag and pulls out a large, clear plastic storage bag. From the outside I can see at least three different colors intertwined. When the hell does he do this? I snatch the bag away from him and leap over the bed trying to put space between us.

  “Give me that! Those are mine,” he jokes.

  “No, panty thief, they’re mine. Why do you have them in a stor
age bag?” I shriek in utter astonishment and he tries to grab them from me.

  “To keep them fresh. The other ones lost the scent too quickly so Justin came up with this idea,” he says, as if I am the one who is crazy.

  “WHAT! You’re friends know you do this? Oh god, this is so embarrassing. You’re crazy you know that. And this is disgusting.” My eyes widen with

  embarrassment as I hold the bag in the air, yet I don’t know if it is embarrassment for him or me.

  “Don’t you look at me like that. It gets lonely. I need something to remind me of you.”

  “Then take a freaken picture, not my underwear. Anything else you have stolen this time around?”

  “Not yet, but I will,” he says firmly.

  Dominic walks over to me and takes the bag out of my hand and throws it on the bed. He pushes his hands into my hair and grasps the sides of my face, tilting my head up to meet his eye line.

  “When it comes to you, Sweetness, all bets are off. I will take any piece of you I can, to feel you close to me. When you are not with me, it is like time stands still. I love you… fiercely. I feel like I can never get close enough. It is like we are one person. When you are not with me, I feel like a part of me is missing. So none of this is embarrassing. Not to me anyway.”

  Oh goodness. How this man can melt me with his words. His kisses. His…just him. As he kisses me sweetly, my body molds to him and I want to cry from the wonderful things he makes me feel.

  As we both part I tell him, “my bag’s over there. Steal away. I am going to take a shower.”

  After a round of shower sex and a big breakfast we head out to have a fun filled day of junk food and theme park rides. Dominic rented a white 2013 Mustang convertible to take us to our destination. We kept the conversation light but fought the whole time over who had control of the radio. Dominic insisted on listening to 90’s alternative, while I was switching the tuner to modern pop, earning a disgusted sigh or two. After there was no compromise to be had, he switched off the radio and decided talking was better.

  “So. My mother wanted me to invite you and your family for Thanksgiving,” he shrugged before turning his eyes back to the road.

  “Really? That could be a disaster. What family do I invite? My mother and Paul with the demon spawn tag alongs? Or my father and Mia who would make your parents feel completely uncomfortable? Or all of the above and treat it like a cage match?”

  “What do you usually do for Thanksgiving?”

  “I go to Wanda’s parents house with her and Max.”

  “Well, invite them.”

  “Are you kidding? Do you know how many of the Lopez’s there are? Besides they would never come. They do it up big for the holidays.”

  “What about just you and Mark? I would really like to get to know your little brother. What does he do for Thanksgiving?”

  I ponder that question and come up with nothing. I really have no idea what my brother does for the holidays. It has been so long since I even considered going to my parent’s house, I never thought about what Mark does.

  “I’ll ask him. I don’t know what he does to be honest. I would like to spend some time with him though. I feel like I left him in the dust once I left for college and I have been busy with work since he moved to New York. My father and Mia usually go away on vacation, that much I know.”

  “All the parents are going to have to meet eventually. You know that don’t you. If we are going to get married-“

  “I know. I know. But his threat of castration when I told him we were engaged was not to be taken lightly. He didn’t appreciate not being asked for permission. Martin Hill is a man who doesn’t like to be messed with,” I tease.

  “Shit, Emma, I didn’t even think he would care if I asked him first. I mean who the hell does that anymore; asks for permission to marry his daughter. It is so old fashioned. No offense, but your family doesn’t exactly scream traditional.”

  “I know but believe it or not my father is old school. Him and my mother were very happy once upon a time. I often wonder, if they had stayed together how differently all our lives would have been.”

  I did often wonder what would have become of us is if my mother didn’t sleep with Paul in a dirty auto body shop, behind my fathers back. Or what would have happened if my father had cared more and fought for custody. What if my mother realized what a dick Paul was and left with her pride intact? What if one of my parents figured out what Glen was doing to me? These are all questions that will plague me forever.

  Truth is, my mother is to blame for most of this mess. She didn’t protect me from her bad decisions. Hell she didn’t protect herself from them, but they were her bad decisions, not mine. Her bad life choices, not mine. So why the hell did I have to suffer for them? Why was my life ruined because of my parents’ inability to protect their child?

  “Hey, where’d you go? You look lost. You thinking about your dad? Don’t worry about it, I will talk to him. Apologize if I-”

  “No. Fuck them. This is my life and I will marry who I want, when I want. They can’t decide now to give a shit after I practically raised myself in that loony bin I call home. No. You will not apologize and neither will I. I love you and we are getting married, fuck um’ all.”

  I look over at Dominic whose expression is unreadable. His lips twitch up in a proud smile as he slowly turns his gaze back to the road. “That’s my girl. Hell yeah, fuck um’ all.”

  Chapter 15 After an emotional five and a half hour flight, my homecoming is bittersweet. As I exit the first class section of the plane and head over to the baggage claim, I am painstakingly aware that I am alone. Leaving Dominic in the airport in Seattle was hard. Neither one of us wanted to let the other go. I wish I could have stayed with Dominic for the rest of his tour. I know I should be grateful Gabe was gracious enough to let me spend the past few weeks with Dominic. Instead I am acting like a spoiled child because I want more. It doesn’t make it any easier to come home though. In fact it makes the separation even harder.

  I have to snap back to reality. The past few weeks have been amazing but life on the road- that’s not my life. My life is here in New York at HMA. I have my dream job and I am engaged to a man that literally rocks my panties off. I need to concentrate on work. Once the promo tour is over I can spend some time with Dominic but for now, I need to focus and get my head back in the game.

  “Emma!” I hear over the crowd. “Emma, over here!” I would recognize that voice anywhere. That sultry sexy voice could belong to none other than, Wanda Lopez, herself. She has a voice made for radio and a body made to drive men wild. I follow the voice to the end of the baggage carousal where I see a large pink sign saying “Welcome Home” decked out in so much glitter, Liberace, himself would gag.

  When I see Wanda, I break out in a run, slamming my body into hers and knocking her back a foot or two. Then come the tears I was keeping at bay; they break free like the little boy took his finger out of the dike. I don’t know if it is because I am glad to be home, or sad to be home, or happy to see Wanda, but the past few months have been such an emotional rollercoaster I let the tears leak from my eyes onto her silk top. I missed my friends. I missed the stability and security in my life that they represent.

  “Hey, Chica, why the tears?” Wanda coos as she wipes the wetness from my cheeks.

  “I guess I didn’t realize how much I missed you,” I laugh as I run my finger under my eyes to minimize the streaking from my mascara.

  “Miss me, too?” Max says, putting his chin on my right shoulder from behind me.

  Startled, I whip my head around so fast I smack him in the face with my ponytail. Some of my hair gets caught in his mouth and as he spits it out the three of us all laugh in unison. It’s cathartic to laugh after being so sad for the past few hours. There is nothing better than friends at a time like this, and I have the best of the best. Max and Wanda are my anchors. They know the worst about me and they’ve stuck by my side throughout all of it.r />
  “Max, of course I missed you!” I reassure, lunging my body at him as he wraps his body around me in a protective cocoon.

  There are a few things about Max Reed that I could pick out of a line up with my eyes closed. One is his scent. He smells like a mixture of clean soap, hair gel, and fresh cologne. Another is how his body feels. More than once Max shared my bed, when nightmares of what Glen did disturbed my sleep. He would just hold me to keep my demons at bay until I felt better. Max was the only man I ever felt safe with.

  Until Dominic, of course.

  “Are those my bags?” I ask, pointing at the suitcases next to him.

  “Well they’re not mine. I wouldn’t be caught dead with white lacquer luggage with pink polka dots.”

  “Yeah, well I only packed for Miami, so I needed to get some more luggage and clothes along the way. I got some stuff for you guys, too. But first things first. Food, stat.”

  “Cool. Lets go. Luke is in the car,” Wanda says casually, her eyes never meeting mine.

  “Luke, uh. So are you guys still-“

  “Humping like rabbits? Yes. I would recommend you get your cleaning lady to sterilize the kitchen. They seem to like to fuck in public,” Max says as he bolts out the door before Wanda could smack him.

  “Fuck in public?” I question with a raised brow.

  “Our kitchen is not exactly public. And it was one time. Max came over one day and used his key. Luke and I didn’t hear him come in,” Wanda blushed. Wanda never blushed. I have seen this girl talk full on trucker style dirty to a bar full of men and not so much as flinch, but talking about Luke Jacobs and sex makes her blush?

  “So is this thing with Luke…serious?”

  “Sometimes. It’s complicated. I am twenty-one and he is thirty-four. He is ready to settle down and have kids but I am just starting my life. Right now I am just having fun but he keeps asking where this is going. Honestly, I am running out of viable excuses to give him,” her voice trails off at the end and turns sorrowful.