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A shudder racks my body at feeling the cold plastic. I look down, and from this angle, I can watch it disappear in my forbidden little hole.
I swallow hard and relax like Dominick instructs. He’s right. Because of the stretching he’s done, it slides in without any problem at all.
Dominick quickly washes his hands.
And then he turns the dildo on to vibrate again.
Which brings on a whole new slew of sensations. It’s far longer than his fingers and he’s not hesitant about pushing it in deep. Then deeper. Then deeper still.
Soon I can feel it rumbling so deep inside me. Oh God, I’m so full.
Dominick moves the wand all around and it vibrates up and through my sex. Which is when he naturally begins to play with my pussy again. He leisurely circles my clit, then dips down through my lips, plunges one finger into my channel, then two. Then he starts toying with my clit.
Basically he’s freaking torturing me.
Until I grab his arms and jerk him against me, kissing him until both of us are out of breath. With him so close, his cock is caught between our stomachs. Even the feel of it makes my pussy tighten on the fingers he has inside me.
“I want you to come,” I say, biting his lower lip. “Come all over me.”
He growls and moves back only far enough to grab his shaft. He jerks himself so roughly and I’m fascinated by the sight.
I can’t take my eyes off of his hand on his cock. The fluid, masculine movement of him pleasuring himself. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
He’s still plunging the dildo in and out of my ass with his other hand. But it’s watching him masturbate that has me on the edge again.
“Touch yourself,” he orders. “And come when I tell you to. Not a fucking moment before, do you hear me?”
I nod, breathing so hard my chest pumps up and down. I drop a hand down my body. Another forbidden thing. I can’t believe I’m about to—
But watching Dominick, the only thing I can think is God, I need friction.
It’s so insanely hot seeing him like this. The needy strain on his face. The way he grips himself so ruthlessly, dragging the skin up and down, twisting hard around the bulbous head and then just jerking back down. Then the way his eyes go slowly unfocused and his mouth is lax with pleasure.
“I said fucking touch yourself,” he commands. “One hand on your clit, the other buried in your cunt. I want you filthy with your own juices.”
I pant as I obey, rushing to circle my clit. I’m so swollen and sensitive down there from coming twice already, my sex jerks as soon as I make contact. I lean back against the mirror and then stick first one finger inside myself and then two. Oh God, I’ve never done that before. Never actually put my fingers inside myself. Ever. I’ve only touched my clit, and that only tentatively. Always with so much guilt.
My insides feel strange. Hot and soft and stretchy.
Dominick’s merciless with the dildo now. He saws it in and out of my ass, but it feels good, so good.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says through clenched teeth, his face screwing up with strain and pleasure. “I’ve never seen anything so goddamned beautiful. Fucking come with me. Now.”
And I do. I come and I come and I come.
Dominick jerks himself and ropes of cum spray on my stomach and I come so hard I feel like I might black out and my head split in two.
When I can feel my limbs and see again, Dominick is clutching me to him, kissing my face, and he’s whispering over and over, “I love you. I love you, Sarah. Christ, I love you so much.”
My heart sings even as a loud knock starts up at the door.
I ignore it and grab Dominick’s face. “I love you too. Forever.” I kiss him hard.
I feel so light, so happy. Maybe it’s because we have to scurry to clean up and get our clothes on that Dominick’s face becomes shadowed.
Or I’m just imagining it because five minutes later, we’re both laughing after the librarian glowered at us, saying there was a noise complaint and asking for our student IDs.
Dominick covered for me saying we’d forgotten them in the dorm and then told me to run for it. He grabbed my hand and we rushed for the stairs.
Yes, as we walk hand in hand toward Dominick’s car and I’m more happy and fulfilled than I’ve ever felt in my life, I’m sure any darkness I glimpsed in Dom’s face was just in my imagination.
Ten
That weekend, both Dad and Dominick aren’t around at all. After spending Saturday driven crazy by the empty house and a sense of anticipation I can’t even fully explain, when I see a note from Dominick saying he’s sorry he missed me and that he’s working another double, I spend Sunday in the college library working on a big paper that’s due Tuesday.
