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“Stass.” I hear the edge in Dominic’s voice which does nothing for the thumping between my legs that’s getting even more aggressive as it anticipates my fingertips, my vibrator.Fuck, any fucking thing.
“You don’t have to rush off. Stay and hang.” He smiles at me and I can read his face clearly.If I don’t get to come, neither do you.
“But…” I start, but I’m not sure what excuse I really have for disappearing mere seconds after Seth arrived, a guy I actually quite like in the funny, slightly inappropriate Uncle type way. My nose flares in irritation and I grit my teeth hard as I try to stop myself from throwing a full-blown tantrum over not being able to have the orgasm I desperately need.
“So how long ya staying?” I ask Seth as I follow them into the kitchen.
“Until Monday, there’s a nine a.m. flight that will have me back just in time for my afternoon meetings.”
Three fucking days? JESUS.I ball a hand into a fist behind my back and dig my nails into my palm to try to temper the tingling between my legs.
The idea of having to wait an entire weekend to continue what we’d started makes me want to scream but thankfully Dominic speaks up before I can respond.
“Awesome, listen it’s good to have you here man. Sorry, I was just totally out of it when you got here.”
“All good,” he says as he claps his hands and rubs them together. “Okay, so what’s the plan for tonight?
Thankfully, Seth wants to wash his few hours of travel off with a shower, leaving Dominic and I alone for a few moments. Neither of us want to start something up again in the off-chance Seth takes the world’s quickest shower, but the second we hear the shower run, I am pinned against the wall with Dominic’s lips sealed against mine.
I whimper against his lips and he groans in response. “Fuck.”
“I know. He could not have worse timing,” I whine, and surprisingly, tears spring to my eyes.
“Don’t cry, baby,” he whispers as he wipes the skin under my eyes.
“I’m just so…wound up. I feel so overwhelmed I could scream,” I tell him. “And you wouldn’t let me come.”
“For selfish reasons.” He shakes his head. “I want to watch or do it myself or be a part of it in some way and I can’t.”
“So, I can’t comeat allwhile he’s here?” I stomp my foot and tilt my ear up to the ceiling and breathe a sigh of relief that I still hear the shower running.
“Stassia…”
“What if I took a video and sent it to you?”
“No. I don’t need that in either of our iCloud storage or wherever the fuck things go when we think we’ve deleted them.”
“Dominic, be reasonable,” I plead, yes plead. I know I can just touch myself later tonight while I’m safely tucked away in bed. Or while I’m in the shower. But a part of me loves the fact that he wants to control my orgasms. How I come and with what and for how long. My body is a slave to his and I relish in that fact.
“I’ll figure something out,” he says, probably realizing just how long this weekend will seem.
“While he’s here?” I squeal. It’s not like he has many excuses to be out of the house, nor do we have many to leave the house without him. The only thing that would work is if he’s occupied with something.Or someone.
“Find him a girl, Dominic. Find him someone he can take home tonight or preferably takehimhome and then you and I can probably be alone.”
He points at me. “You know my brother well.”
The sound of the water shutting off should serve as a reminder for us to pull apart, but it’s as if Dominic has no intention of stopping. His hands are still tight on my hips as his lips dance up and down my neck. “Dominic…he’s out,” I whisper.
“I didn’t hear the door open.” His voice is low in my ear and I shudder when he grabs it between his teeth.
“But…voices carry.”
“Then stop talking.” He grabs my leg and wraps it around his waist, grinding himself against my pussy again. I’m just about to protest that we are playing with fire when he grabs the other and hoists me up into his arms, so both of my legs are wrapped around his waist and he has me pinned to the wall.
My hands immediately go behind his neck and I shake my head at his recklessness.“You’re going to get us caught.”
He doesn’t answer, he just presses his lips to mine and feeds me his tongue as we rock against each other. We’re in the kitchen, while his brother is one floor up in the bathroom and while I believe we’d hear him should he descend the stairs, the risk that we could get caught in this intimate moment has me panting against his lips. He finally pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. He’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon and when he pulls away, his eyes are so intense it startles me. “What?” I ask, my voice breathy and soft.
