His lips slowly caress mine and I drink in the taste of him before running my hands up his ribs and around to his back to drink in the feel of him. His scent is almost an overdose of Dominic’s perfection and I sigh into his mouth, letting his tongue softly dance with mine. I pull him closer still and he leans over me, pushing me back into the seating where our bodies align up to the waist. My blood starts to run white hot in my veins and my head swims with desire. Our gentle kiss soon escalates and turns heated, full of fervour and desperate need to feel, taste and own each other. I blink up at Dominic when he suddenly pulls away and I realise someone is stood in the doorway. Baz clears his throat and I sit up, flushed and dishevelled.
“Tara, you’re on in ten, babe,” Baz says to the floor as I try and smooth down my hair in a feeble attempt to look less just snogged.
“Thanks, Baz,” I squeak and Dominic sits back in his seat, giving me room to move. Baz nods and looks slightly embarrassed if I’m not mistaken. “I’m just gonna go freshen up.” I smile at Dom who grins back, looking so boyish I have to kiss his forehead before I head to the ladies’ room.
C hapter 8
My set is going down a storm and the whole club is bouncing. I stand behind the decks and spread my arms wide, closing my eyes and sponging up all the energy of the crowd as they explode into whistles and screams as the bass drops and I raise the roof off this nightclub. I smile, opening my eyes to the lights above me and thanking whoever the hell it is up there that decides our fate. I’m truly blessed to have this career, a job that I love with every fibre of my being.
Imagine the adrenaline rush you get doing a sky dive or a bungee jump, that indescribable blast of energy and empowerment. I get that at every set I play. I. Fucking. Love. It.
When I look back out to the sea of dancing bodies on the heaving dance floor one person jumps out at me, like a beacon. Dom is stood front and centre with a huge smile on his face and if I’m not wrong, a lot of pride too. I wave him to come up on stage to me and he points to himself. I nod and beckon him again with a curl of my finger. He makes me laugh when he makes a very camp hand gesture, batting my request away, as though he’s too shy to make a spectacle of himself. I laugh and I see Baz suppress a smile as he watches the exchange from the side of the DJ box.
Dom jumps over the barrier and comes up the steps to join me behind the decks, quickly grabbing one of my hands and lifting it like a boxer who just knocked my opponent out cold. The crowd go wild and I laugh, watching the laser lights flick over the mass of smiling faces in jerky movements in time to the bass. The euphoria in the room penetrates your soul and nobody is immune. The uplifting atmosphere is contagious and I’m spreading the virus faster than ebola. Dom drops my arms before pulling me close and burying his face in my hair.
“You look fucking amazing up here. You sure know how to blow a crowd away. You blow me away, sweetness.” He grins and I thank him, kissing him quickly before I lift my headphones to put them back on. He makes me squeal out when he pulls me flush to his chest and I grip his solid biceps for support, smiling up at him. Without warning he tips me backwards in a swift movement before kissing me, hard and possessively. I run my hands into the hair on the back of his head, holding him tight to me as I kiss him back with the same urgency. This gets the clubbers screaming and whistling. Our kiss breaks on the smile and Dom rests his forehead to mine. “You’re so amazing, Tara,” he says with voice thick with sincerity. I feel myself blush under the heat of his gaze, not just the stage lights. He chastely kisses me again before lifting me back to my feet. I take a few deep breathes to get my head straight before I mix in my last track.
We waste no time in exiting the building after my set to start the long drive home. Dom tells me he caught the train here so I’m more than happy to offer him a ride back. I climb into the back with him and save Baz any embarrassment by not kissing or heavy petting. I am pulled so close to his side I’m practically on his lap. We chat excitedly about my set, the birthday bash and everything that’s lined up to happen in the next few weeks. I come down off of my adrenaline high straight into Dominic’s comforting embrace. As the miles fly by I find the darkened, quiet car lulling me to sleep. I don’t know at what point I fall to sleep, but I’m woken by Dom gently stroking a fingertip down my face, which is laid in his crutch!
Please, dear god above, don’t let me have drooled in my sleep!!
I slowly sit up and look around me. We are parked outside my house and I see it’s, once again, in darkness. I feel my heart sink, the place looks so uninviting. Dom must see this on my face because he looks sympathetic.
“Shaz not home then?” He quietly asks and I shake my head.
“What a welcome home, ay? Fancy a coffee?”
I catch Baz’s brief smile through the rear view mirror and swiftly look away. It’s only coffee.
Dominic pulls me close to him and runs his fingers through my blonde locks before meeting my eyes with a reassuring smile. “If you want me here then I’m here for you, baby girl.”
I nod before kissing Baz goodnight and climbing out of the car, Dom gently takes my hand. I look up at him, the vast sky full of stars shine above him and I don’t doubt that tonight we have definitely turned a corner together. Finally admitting what we feel for each other as been an eye opener, that’s for sure. I knew we’ve shared a million lingering glances and a thousand dirty innuendoes, but part of me doubted whether there was just a lot of banter and teasing there. I knew there was sexual attraction but I never thought he would be thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him.
I guide him towards the house and drop my keys on the table on entry, flicking on lights as I go. I stifle a yawn and realise what a stupid hour it is to be making coffee. I turn to face Dom and see him lazily leaning against the black granite kitchen island.
“You must be exhausted?”
“I managed to catch a few Z’s in the car. Not easily achieved when you have a beautiful young lady rubbing her face into your groin.” He smirks and that sexy arrogance is back in place.
Sexy arrogance? When did his cocksure attitude get sexy rather than repulsive?
“I could go for hot chocolate though. If you wanna skip the caffeine?”
I smile, flicking the kettle to boil. “Great minds think alike. Are you hungry? I fancy banana sandwiches.”
“Banana sandwiches?” He looks a little repulsed when I nod. “I don’t mind admitting I’ve never tried fruit on bread.”
“In that case, Goliath, tonight, you will.” I grin. “Go flick the TV on, I’ll bring them through in just a tick.” I busy myself making snacks and drinks.
When I join him in the living room he has an old rerun of Only Fools and Horses on the TV and looks incredibly inviting on the comfortable sofa. He thanks me for his sandwich and I put our hot chocolates on the coffee table before settling beside him and we lapse into a comfortable silence while we munch away and chuckle at the old comedy.
“This was always my parents’ favourite show. It brings back so many memories,” I say quietly and Dom offers me a sad smile. I know Pops has told him about my family.
“They had great taste. My Dad used to be into that X Files crap. Bored me silly.”
We carry on eating and watching TV until the credits go up on screen and the theme tune kicks in. Dom takes our now empty plates, putting them on the table.
“So, what’s your favourite comedy? Mine was Porridge,” Dom asks, handing me my drink. I push my lips to the side in thought.
“Probably One Foot in the Grave,” I admit. “What about your favourite movie?”
Dom mulls this over while taking a drink of his chocolate. I watch has his Adam’s apple bob in his throat and he wipes the froth on his top lip away with the pad of his thumb. “Pulp Fiction, what about you?” He pops his thumb in his mouth and sucks. I force my gaze away.
“Human Traffic,” I reply without missing a beat, anticipating the question. This raises a laugh from him. “What’s so fu
nny?” I smile.
“I just find this.” He signals around the room with his hand. “It’s all a bit surreal.”
I giggle. “My house is surreal?”
“No, not the house per say, but, this, us. Me, sitting on your sofa having banana sandwiches at almost five in the morning, talking about old movies and just.., chilling. It so far from the image you give off to the world.”
“What did you expect? Sushi and expensive hotels?”
“Kinda, yeah. I expected the champagne lifestyle; drug fuelled after parties and waking up without a clue where you are. I didn’t expect you to be so grounded and.., normal.”
I can’t help but smirk. “Been there and done that with drugs and wild nights. I still do the odd after party if it takes my fancy but on nights where I have a huge drive home I try to get home before dawn. It kinda fucks your sleep routine up. Just for the record, I am normal; I eat, sleep and shit the same as the rest of the human race. The glamour of being a DJ is for people like Lucy Hart. I don’t need the fans constant attention, just ticket sales and them having a good time whilst I play.” I finish my drink and put my Cadbury mug on the coffee table. “You really don’t know me that well, do you?”
Dom is quiet for a minute and I worry that he is regretting getting into this with me now he knows this mixing malarkey isn’t all glitz and glam and I don’t live how he expected. “I know you enough to know you’re what I want.”
“Oh, yeah? What do you think you know about me, Dominic Clayton?”
“I know Dr Pepper is your favourite drink. I know you don’t eat bacon unless accompanied by mushrooms. I know you are superstitious about using any studio other than number one, thinking to hit number one your work must be made in studio one. I know when you work you nibble your thumb nail. You don’t let people close without a fight, but once you let them in, you love them fiercely and are scared of losing them. I know when you’re angry you smoke and when you’re nervous you bite your lip. I know when you want me to kiss you your lips part, your pupil’s dilate and your breath catches…” As if on cue my breath catches in my throat and he offers me a cocky smirk as his palm cups the side of my face. “I know you’re the most beautiful person I have ever had the privilege of meeting and you bring a fiercely protective instinct out in me that I’ve never felt before. I just wanna be the one to look after you and make you happy, Tara.”
My eyes slowly flicker open and he swims into focus, he is looking at me like I’m the most delicate, fragile specimen and his thumb runs over my cheek. Normally I would assure him I’m no fine china, but I find I want him to look after me. But more than that, right now I want him to love me.
I reach up and pull his mouth to mine, tasting his chocolaty kisses and the heat from our bodies radiates between us as he lays me back against the soft leather of the sofa beneath me. His tongue duels with mine, exploring my mouth and making my heart race faster than any track I have ever produced. My breasts swell as I feel his chest press against me and my nipples pucker to hardened peaks, straining against my lace bra.
I run my hands into his silky waves and grip the root tight, my kiss transforming from tender to demanding at the insistence of aching pussy. I feel him nip my bottom lip before moving down to my collarbone and across to my shoulder where he pulls the straps of my top and bra down to lay wet, devouring kisses on my burning skin. My eyes roll in my head and I thrust my hips up, wanting attention between my legs. He obliges me and runs one hand across my sternum, down across the planes of my tummy and down to the apex of my thighs. He applies pressure and rubs the denim across my sex and I groan in delight, needing to feel less material between his fingers and my wet pussy.
“You. Taste. So. Amazing.” Dom bites out between hot kisses and nibbles across the mounds of my breasts. I take in a lungful of his intoxicating scent and I force my breasts up towards his beautiful mouth. I run my hands down and grip his shoulders, my nails pinching into the material of his top and I groan. I need to feel his skin against mine. I need him naked. Now.
I press against his chest and he sits back on his heels over the top of me. I sit up and pull the hem of his shirt up, he lifts his arms to help me and is soon topless. I pop the button on his jeans and see the waistband of his Armani boxers before I use them to pull him back down on top of me, settling between my thighs. His mouth assaults mine and he lifts my top over my head before making quick work of unclipping my bra. He looks down between our bodies and looks up into my eyes. “Beautiful.”
I pull his mouth to mine and I run my palms over the planes of his shoulder blades, savouring the feel of his firm, smoothness. His mouth moves down to my throat and I am a wanton mass of desperation, needing that hungry mouth on my nipples. The tip of his tongue trails down the valley between my breasts to my tummy and I arch my back off of the sofa, gasping and my abdominals jump and quiver at the feel of him. He circles my tummy button before moving to the left hip of my low rise jeans. He licks and sucks his way across the line of flesh above the denim waistband until he gets to my right hip. Oh, god, he is driving me crazy and I bite my lip in anticipation.
I feel him pop the button on my jeans before sliding them down over my thighs and off. He looks down at me with passion in his eyes as he admires me, laid out beneath in him in just my red lace thong. I lean up on my elbows, my hair falling over my shoulders. “I think you are wearing too much, Goliath. Lose the jeans and boxers and equip yourself with protection.” I demand. I see the cocky smirk slide into place. I rest back on the cushions to watch as he stands beside the sofa and sheds the last of his layers before offering me a foil wrapper. I don’t even take the proffered condom. I’m too busy taking in the beauty of his toned and lightly tanned body. The sight of his solid chest and huge biceps brings back good memories of the radio show we did. The perfection of his perfectly toned abs and Adonis’ V brings back memories of him wearing his coffee. But the weapon that has me transfixed is the mammoth size of his cock.
Holy fuck, I’m gonna die! But not before I taste it.
“How about you put this on?” Dom pushes the condom at me again and as I reach out to take it I grip his hand and pull him to me as I pull myself to a sitting position, with him perfectly positioned in between my open legs. I grab his member and start to stroke his shaft before I flick a glimpse up at him. His emerald eyes sparkle as he brushes my hair back off of my shoulder.
“I will. Soon enough.” I smirk before running my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting precum and that unique taste of Dominic. I hear a groan emanate from him and I start to slowly work his shaft as I lick the length of him, before taking him into my mouth and I suck, hard and deep. I can’t swallow all of him but I take him to the back of my throat before sucking hard all the way back up to the tip. I circle his bell end with the flat of my tongue before going down deep again. I feel him jerk in my mouth and I know he is enjoying my technique so I up the tempo. Working my way down, up, circle the tip before going back down again, over and over.
I work him like this for an unknown length of time, getting delicious droplets of precum from him which I savour and swallow. I sneak a look up and see Dom with his head tipped back, his arms behind his back, giving himself up to me. He must sense me looking at him because he looks down with hooded eyes, his breath coming in pants. Before I have chance to speak he pushes me back onto the sofa and covers me, swiftly ripping my knickers off and settling himself between my parted thighs. I run my hands through his hair and look down at him, hovering above my shaven pussy.
“I want to taste you too, Tara.” It’s almost a request and when I drop my head back onto the cushions he takes it as the ‘hell yes’ it was intended as. I take a deep breath as I feel the first gentle flicks of his tongue over the hood of my clit. My blood is heated in my veins and my vision blurs as he slips his tongue lower to the folds of my pussy. My god, that feels amazing. When he slides the flat of his tongue up my opening and devours the wetness of my sex I groan in pleasure and torture. He
is taking his time, savouring every part of my sex. He gently spreads the lips of my pussy open and pushes his tongue as far in as he can get, quickly forcing his way in and out.
I push my sex against his mouth and without me realising what he planned he slides two fingers in, in place of his tongue as he goes to work on my clitoris. I see fireworks behind my eyelids as I feel the first waves of an orgasm hit me. He flicks the tip of his tongue over the tight little bundle of nerves as his free hand comes up to tweak my erect nipples.
Oh, shit, I’m going to spontaneously combust!
My hips writhe in time to the rhythm of his sexy suckling on my clit. I feel my pussy tighten around his fingers, he knows I’m coming to my peak and his nipple work gets harsher, pinching and adding to the pleasure his mouth is providing. “Fuck me!” I pant and I feel Dom hum against my sex. The vibrations destroys the last of my restraint and I explode all over his mouth, my pussy clenching and gushing my juices all over his lips and chin. He laps at me, unable to get enough of the taste of me and I spin down from my climax with him nestled between my legs, drinking me in.
As I lay panting he covers me, bringing his mouth to mine. “Taste yourself for me, Tara,” he whispers and I reach up to cup his face, bringing his mouth to mine before I trace his lips with my tongue. I taste the saltiness of my orgasm on him and his tongue gently dips into my mouth. I suck his tongue, hard, and hear him groan. This is driving him wild. He sits back on his heels, his huge cock erect and wet between us. I reveal the condom, stopping when I see it’s not a standard condom. The gold wrapper makes me flick him a glance. “Are you a bit of a Durex snob?” I tease with a wiggle of my eyebrows. Dominic’s laugh makes my insides quiver and he takes the condom from me.
“Not especially. I did make a promise to myself when I moved here though. I put one condom in my wallet and swore it would only be used when I met someone who meant more than getting laid. Someone who made me feel with more than just this.” He sheaths himself. “She had to make me feel with this.” He places his hand against his bare chest, over his racing heart. “Do you want me, Tara? Do you want me as badly as I want you?”
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