“Worse,” I murmur before he covers me, kissing me hard and demanding. We are panting, licking, nipping as his cock prods at my opening. I open my eyes, wanting to see his face as he enters me and he looks deep into my eyes. Ready to bury himself.
“You’re perfect, Sweetheart,” he whispers before sliding himself in, inch by delicious inch until he is up to the hilt. He groans. I gasp. If this is what it feels like to die then kill me now!
He starts a slow, gentle rhythm, sliding in and out, slowly working me up until we are both comfortable with a steady pace. I squeeze his shoulders, loving the feel of his muscles flexing under my grasp and when I lift my legs, wrapping them around his back he knows I want it deeper, harder and faster.
“I want you, Dominic, hard. Fuck me.” He is only too happy to oblige, lifting my hips and levering me back until he looms over me, forcing himself inside me, deep. He slams himself into me and I almost scream out.
Oh. My. God.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long now. You have driven me insane with your sexy little arse bent over the desks at work. Your teasing smiles and sexy flirting.” Dominic grinds out between thrusts.
“I wanted you just as badly,” I pant as I feel my sex clenching and squeezing around his cock. I feel the build of my second orgasm starting low in my tummy and my eyes roll in my head. In every fantasy I have ever played out in my mind I never imagined it feeling this damn amazing.
As I let my peak build I am shattered when he suddenly pulls out and turns me onto my side before gripping my leg and lifting it onto his shoulder. He grip my hips, before pinning my other leg to the sofa with his. I’m prisoner to him and he has total control over my body. I groan and my eyes meet his smouldering gaze. We are both panting and have broken out into a light sheen of perspiration. Whilst still looking into my eyes he enters me again and from this angle he is deeper and hits that sweet spot perfectly. I cry out, gripping his thigh and the cushion below me, my fingers biting in as he thrusts into me, over and over, fast and hard.
The air is laden with the scent of sex and the sound of flesh hitting flesh audibly fills the room. I cry out in delight as my orgasm starts to build again and this time I pray he doesn’t stop. I need to come with him inside me. “Oh, fuck, Dom, I’m going to cum,” I gasp and he ups his speed, forcibly using my hips to slam my body down onto his. It all forces me higher and higher until I lose myself to reality. All that matters now is me and Dom, in this moment, joined to be one person.
I climb, up and up the scale of pleasure until it becomes all consuming and too much for me to withstand. I explode into a million particles, shattering and floating on the waves of pure ecstasy. My eyes roll, my breathing halts and I growl my pleasure.
Sex should never be this good. This is the sex you imagine before your expectations are crushed by your first boyfriend, a fellow inexperienced lover. Never have orgasms come so easily for me. I pant out Dom’s name like I’m chanting to a god. I feel him twitch inside me and his pace increases again, drastically, but only momentarily, before he slams into me. Hard. Then he stills.
I look up into his face as his jaw tightens, his eyes squeezed closed and he hits his peak. When he’s emptied his load he seems to slump over me, his mouth searching out mine. I accept his softened kisses, gently lapping his tongue with mine as we both come down from our highs. Panting and spent.
“That was better than I ever dreamed, Tara. You’re truly amazing,” Dominic pants and I smile as he slides out of me and swiftly removes the condom.
“You dreamed of me?” I tease and his eyes never meet mine when he breaks into a boyish smile.
“Repeatedly.” He admits before sliding down into the gap between my back and the back of the sofa, spooning up behind me. I love the feel of the warm length of his body pressed to mine. He gently pulls my hair back over my shoulder before tracing a pattern with his fingertip on my shoulder and down the length of my arm. Goosebumps rise all over my body and I think he confuses this with being cold because he pulls the blanket off of the back of the sofa and covers us both.
I snuggle down, wriggling my bottom into his semi erect penis. He starts to stroke my hair. “Did you ever imagine we would be here, like this, together?” He asks quietly and I sigh, savouring the peace that has wrapped around me. Peace and contentment.
“I dreamed we would,” I say on a sigh.
“Me, too. If I were to die tomorrow, to have held you in my arms tonight is heaven enough for me.”
I feel myself choke up at the sentiment and lay a soft kiss on his roaming fingers. I don’t remember falling to sleep, the last thing I remember is Dominic pulling me flush against the warmth of his body and feeling more protected than I ever have before.
C hapter 9
Dominic gripping me hard and sitting semi upright wakes me suddenly. I tense and look up at his face but he’s not looking at me. I see what’s got his attention and flinch too when I see Shazza stood in front of the TV with her hands on her hips and a disgusted look on her face.
“I turn my back for two minutes and you make the biggest mistake of your life.” She curls her lip and shakes her head solemly.
“Shaz, I didn’t know you were coming back. We didn’t mean to stay down here…” I trail off and I hear Dominic let out an exasperated sigh, pulling the blanket tighter around us.
“I’ll bet you didn’t. You haven’t even cleaned up your.., evidence.” Shazza eyes the used condom none of us had the energy to throw away last night. I toss my jeans over the top of it to spare further embarrassment. “You really don’t see this for what it is, do you?”
“What exactly is this?” Dom questions in a none too pleasant tone. “Because from where I’m standing this is two consenting adults, being together because they both chose to be. And another adult acting like a spited ex. What the fuck is your problem? This is between Tara and I, nobody else.”
I feel my heart race, this could blow up into something akin to a nuclear detonation and I don’t know what to say to calm either party. “That’s how you would see it, stupid bollocks, but what I see is a pair of fools making a massive mistake. I care what happens to one of you and the other one can fuck himself. There couldn’t be a worse suited couple, you pair make less sense than Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley. It couldn’t get any sicker.”
I gasp, is that really how Shaz sees us? Her voice is laced with disgust and the fact that she is looking at us likes scum hurts and angers me in equal measure. My temper gives out first and I sit up straighter, with total disregard of the blanket pulling off of Dom and he pulls me closer to him, trying to avoid an inadvertent flash. “Look, Shaz, you don’t have to approve my relationships. I don’t need permission from anyone. But if you were any real friend you would quietly support me and be there to pick up the pieces if shit does blow up in my face.” Shaz shakes her head disappointedly, like I’m a child refusing to listen to reason. This angers me further. “If you don’t like it then don’t stand there disgusting yourself further. Just get out!”
At this her head snaps up and her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing and her lip curls again. “You know what? Do what the fuck you like, Tara, because I won’t be here to pick up the pieces when he shits on you. Lucy was right, you’re too pig headed to listen to reason. Good luck to the pair of you. You’re going to need it, that’s for sure.”
Shaz storms out of the living room, slamming the door behind her and I flop back onto the sofa, throwing my arm over my eyes. This shit is getting out of hand. I feel a bubble of anger burst in my chest and my lips downturn. I fucking hate crying in temper.
I feel Dominic gently lift my arm and lean over me. My eyes flutter open and I see concern etched across his beautiful face. “You don’t need luck as long as you have me, Tara. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re always happy.” He promises with his words and his eyes.
I smile and he leans down to softly press his lips to mine, deepening the kiss after a few secon
ds. The heat between our naked bodies warms me as much as his sweet words.
Fuck, the guy doesn’t even get morning breath!
Damn him, could he be any more perfect?
The rest of the day is spent in typical Sunday tradition; in my Disney PJ’s eating junk food and watching movies. The huge difference this time is that it’s spent with Dominic rather than Shazza. I can’t deny I enjoy every minute of it and I really enjoy the flirting and teasing, not to mention hot, rampant sex, numerous times, albeit with my stash of standard condoms. But there was a part of me that felt bad for Shaz. I’m annoyed with her but I miss her. It’s like her and Dominic have suddenly traded places in my mind. I get the same silly feelings of betrayal that you would get if you always bought your milk from the corner shop run by a dear old couple, until a Tesco Express opens next door where it’s cheaper. I know I have nothing to feel guilty about and I’m betraying no one, but I still can’t shake the feeling.
I manage to plough through work for the first half of the working week and I’m really on a roll. The fact that Dom keeps popping into studio one whenever I’m alone for sneaky snogs and flirty frolics just makes the day pass by even quicker. Time does fly when you’re having fun. We both arrive early at work and stay behind late most nights and take every dinner break together.
Thursday I’m not surprised when Pops drags me into the office. I have been expecting to be called in because Shazza hasn’t been to work all week. More to the point, Pops hasn’t even had a phone call. Neither have I.
“So, you haven’t spoken to her since Sunday?”
I shake my head, hating that it makes me feel even guiltier. “I’ve tried to call her every night but she won’t take my calls. Short of going to her parents’ house or over to Serious Soundz I don’t think we’ll be seeing her for a while.”
“And this is all because you and Dom have started courting?”
I giggle. “Pops, nobody courts anymore. But yeah, it’s because Dominic and I hooked up. Plus she’s probably avoiding you…” I trail off, realising I’m about to get myself beheaded.
“Me? What did I do?” Pops demands to know, plopping down in the seat opposite me. I open my mouth to speak when there’s a light tap and Val pops her head around the door. “Everything okay, poppet?”
“I come baring refreshments. I had a feeling this meeting might go on a while so I brought you coffee and hob nobs.” Val smiles before laying a tray on the desk.
“Thanks, Val.” I smile, swiping a hob nob biscuit and sitting back in my seat to nibble. Pops gives me a look that tells me to spill. I presume Val will soon learn of everything we discuss anyway so I don’t wait for her to leave.
“Shazza won’t be around because she’s working for Serious Soundz.” I start and Pops nods.
“I know this, but that track should have been finished way before now.”
“She signed a contract, one she didn’t tell me about. I found it in her room. It’s for three tracks,” I sigh. Pops sits up a little straighter, looking as surprised as I felt and probably a tad disappointed.
“Why didn’t she mention it?” Val asks the question Pops hasn’t had the chance to verbalise.
I swallow, hard. This is the bit that will make Pops angry and even more disappointed. “Because she signed for 40% royalties.”
Pops falls back in his chair at this and puts his head in his hands. I drop my biscuit back on the tray, my appetite fleeing the room and I wish I could follow it. After a minute of silence Pops looks up and the disappointment seems to have outweighed the anger. “Did I teach that girl nothing? The silly, idiotic fool.”
“I said the same and her reply was that I had no right to go through her private paperwork and that she was sick of being labelled as my puppet,” I mumble and Val’s eyebrows knit.
“What tosh! Shazza is far to bull headed to be told what to do by anyone, just as you are. Accepting business advice does not make someone a puppet.”
I shrug in total agreement. “Not according to Shaz, but now you see why she is avoiding coming home and is ignoring our calls. She doesn’t wanna face the music.”
“Well she will have to face it on Saturday when she turns up at the birthday bash. Which also reminds me, have you heard anything else about this A versus B event that Serious Soundz is planning?” Pops asks.
“I rang Dayton and he said you should contact Jimmy at Epic HQ. He seemed very hesitant to comment and I think he feels a little guilty that there may actually be some truth to the rumour Dominic heard. Epic are considering going with Serious and cutting us out.”
“I’ll contact Jimmy now. I want to get to the bottom of it. It would seem Serious Soundz is making some waves suddenly and I’m not happy about Shaz being involved or used as leverage in any of it.”
I nod and push myself out of the chair. “I’ll leave it to you, Pops. Anything I can do on the event front? Is everything going to plan?”
“Actually there is something you and Dom can do for me. Pop over to Wonderlust and oversee the installation of the plasma screens either side of the stage. Oh, and while you’re out can you do a few more flyer drops? I think Val has the online advertisements in order?” Pops says as a question and Val nods. “I’m gonna just confirm with the camera crew and photographers, after I’ve spoken to Jimmy and left Shaz a voicemail.”
The tone in Pops’ voice tells me Shazza might not want to hear what he has to say but I think if anyone has any chance of getting through to her then it’s Pops. “No problem, Pops. If you think of anything else just let me know,” I start out of his office and feel slightly less guilty now Pops is in the picture about Shaz’s contract. I also have a slightly heavier feeling of betrayal towards Shaz. Swings and roundabouts. I sigh before heading to studio three to see if Dom is ready to leave.
An hour later we have done the flyer drops and provided the regular distributors with another box of flyers just in case they start running short. I think every shop in Clerkenwell has the flyer in the window as well as all the take away outlets and music stores. We are just hanging out in the empty and vast nightclub where we host all our own events, Wonderlust. The place is huge, not quite as big as Epic’s home, Sphinx, but you’re talking a maximum of 100 capacity less so we are almost on par with Epic recordings. Our tickets always sell out and I know we are down to the last one hundred tickets already. We always get a big percent of clubbers who ‘pay on the door’. We always charge more on the night, but the most loyal followers always snatch up the first two hundred early bird tickets or VIP all access tickets. The bar manager, Colin, is just enquiring about plans whilst Dom chats to the installation team when my phone rings. I see Pops’ caller ID flash and take the call.
“Tara? Are you at Wonderlust?”
“I am. Why? What’s up?”
“I wondered if Colin was around? Val just had an idea about doing a custom drinks menu named after the DJ’s playing. You think you can run through it with him? Be creative.”
“Sure, no problem. Did you sort things with Jimmy?”
The line goes quiet for a moment and finally Pops clears his throat. “Yeah, he’s delaying the event with Serious Soundz if we can come up with a better proposition.”
“So host a Christmas foam party, you know we can finance a better event than Serious Soundz, plus we have more clout with clubbers.”
I hear a hum from Pops and he goes quiet again. This Shazza shit has really knocked him for six. He seems too distracted for me not to be concerned and wondering what’s running through his mind. “Let’s just get this birthday event hosted first before we start making any other plans. I’ve bought us some time with Jimmy so let’s concentrate on the task at hand.”
“Fine by me, boss. Listen, I’m gonna head home after we finish up here so I’ll see you tomorrow.” I try to sound chipper.
“Okay, Tara. Have a good evening.”
“Laters.”
I feel two hands circle my hips and smirk. “Hey, midget, we are almost don
e here. How about we grab something to eat and you come back to my place?”
He buries his nose in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. I run my palms along the length of his strong encircling arms and sigh, his embrace already feeling so familiar and his scent stirring my blood.
“Sounds perfect, Goliath. I have to make a custom drinks menu with Colin first, want to help? The sooner we get wrapped up here the better.”
“My pleasure.”
An hour later we pull up outside Dominic’s rented apartment. He’s on the ground floor of a renovated 3 storey house and he lets me in first whilst carrying our Chinese takeout. He steers me into a spacious and brightly lit living room decorated in magnolia with shades of lime and grey accessories. The dark grey corner sofa faces a huge wall mounted plasma screen. He flicks on his docking station and Years and Years start to sing of Desire. “I’ll just grab some plates and cutlery. I assume Dr Pepper is good with you?” He smiles and I nod, settling on the sofa and taking my boots off. “Make yourself at home, babe.”
My phone starts to ring and nobody is more surprised than me to see a picture of Shazza blowing a kiss leap off the screen at me. I swipe to answer the call.
“Shazza, I’m glad you called.”
“Really? Well, I thought I’d just ask if you wanted to give me a heads up. What secrets you plan on sharing next, Tara?”
“What? Listen, Shaz, if this is about Pops and your contract then he had a right to know. We’re talking about Pops here.”
“I know, I’d be less pissed if you had told my Dad! He’s seriously freaked at me over the phone, Tara. Why can’t you just stay out of my private business?”
I make a choking sound. “That’s rich coming from you. Anyway, now you’ve decided to speak to me I still want to know what Lucy was right about?” I demand to know and the line goes silent. “Shaz, what has she had to say? Because if it’s about Dominic and I then I think I have the right to know. We don’t keep secrets, Shaz, that’s what caused all this shit in the first place.”
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