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He shrugged lazily. ‘Whatever. Don’t make me late.’
I glared at Guillermo. He glared back, until his face broke, and he started to laugh. I tried to remain stony-faced, but something about the way Guillermo laughed was contagious. I might have wanted my own space, but his sense of humour was a lifeboat in my lonely existence. I’d never tell anyone that, though.
The front door opened, and I turned eagerly. Dornan. He stood in the doorway, his silhouette illuminated by the bright sun outside. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged his defined chest, a black leather jacket over the top. He dropped his helmet on the ground and it landed with force on the hard floor, before rolling into the corner, forgotten. His dark eyes gleamed with anticipation.
‘You’re late,’ I said, but I was grinning like an idiot. Guillermo dragged a cigarette out and lit it, breathing a cloud of smoke in my face.
‘Guillermo,’ Dornan growled in warning.
‘I’ll see you later,’ Guillermo said to me. ‘Woof.’ He sauntered past Dornan, who looked on in amusement.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Dornan turned to me. ‘What was that about?’
I shrugged. ‘Just Guillermo being his charming self.’
Dornan smirked, almost barrelling into me as he closed the space between us. Impulsively, I jumped and wrapped my legs around him, our mouths locked together in a dance we’d rehearsed plenty of times before. It seemed we were always being reunited after long stretches apart, even though I saw him all the time, even though he lived in Venice Beach, only a few miles from the apartment in Santa Monica. But at the strip club there were always people, always Emilio hovering, or Murphy, or John giving us disapproving glances. Plus, Dornan spent most of his days at the Gypsy Brothers clubhouse, which was only a few blocks from the strip club, but we weren’t exactly the kind of couple that did lunch. No, he was usually mopping up blood or burning evidence from the sounds of it, and I was usually trying not to flip out and lose my shit if Emilio decided he was going to show up and ruin my afternoon with his wandering hands and outlandish demands.
Dornan pressed me up against the hallway wall, his mouth devouring mine.
‘I missed you,’ I said, something catching in my throat as I spoke.
He must have heard that waver in my voice, because he stopped kissing me, pulled back to look at me. ‘Everything alright?’ he asked quietly, his low voice vibrating in my chest.
I nodded. I hadn’t seen him since the night we’d celebrated my twenty-eighth birthday together, in this very apartment, with a lone candle and an impossible wish murmured as I cut my cupcake in half.
He frowned, like he wanted to press me further.
‘We’ll be late,’ I whispered, tracing the outline of his mouth with my index finger. His stubble scratched at my skin, but it was a welcome feeling, familiar.
Dornan groaned, setting me on my feet on the floor. ‘Are those the shoes I bought you?’ he asked, taking a step back and whistling. ‘Goddamn, they look even better than I thought they would.’
I gave him a wicked smile, stepping out of the apartment in my brand new black patent heels. ‘I’ll wear them for you later.’
His hand closed around my wrist and he pulled me back inside, slamming the front door and shoving me against it. His fingers curled around my arms with pressure that bordered on pain, pressure that would probably leave bruises. My stilettos screeched on the tiles, and I laughed. ‘We’ll be late . . .’ I warned him again, shivering as he pressed me into the door and began to kiss a trail from my neck down to my breasts. He bit each nipple through the material of my dress, pain and pleasure merging deliciously as one, stopping only to tug my dress up around my hips and kick my legs wider with an insistent foot.
He dropped to his knees, and I watched in anticipation, pressed against the door. Dornan’s stubble against the insides of my thighs was fucking torturous, brushing so close to my pussy I wanted to scream.
‘Wider,’ he demanded, taking hold of my right leg and hooking it over his shoulder. The moment he tugged my panties to one side and his greedy mouth descended on my clit, I yelled, ‘Oh, fuck!’
He chuckled against my sensitive flesh, sending vibrations through me that made me shudder involuntarily.
‘Your father is going to kill us,’ I gasped, rocking my hips against his face.
Suddenly, the tongue disappeared. He stopped. I made a small sound of surprise in the back of my throat, opening my eyes to see what he was doing. He lifted his head long enough to glare at me. ‘Don’t ever mention my father when I’ve got my mouth on your pussy again, you hear me?’
He put his mouth on me again, and I whimpered as I heard Guillermo’s motorcycle start downstairs. ‘Don’t stop,’ I whispered, threading my fingers into Dornan’s hair as his tongue did dirty, delicious things to me. My legs started to shake under the pressure of trying to hold myself upright on one stiletto while being tongue-fucked against a door. Just as I started to get close, he took his mouth away and stood upright, yanking his jeans down and palming his cock. ‘I’ve been thinking about fucking you against this door for weeks,’ he ground out, putting his hands on my bare ass and lifting me so that his cock was pressed against my wetness.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, crying out when he thrust into me in one rough stroke. ‘Don’t wear panties to this meeting,’ he said against my neck. ‘I want to feel your pussy on my back when we ride.’
Oh, I wanted that, too. I barely went on the back of a bike these days because I barely left my apartment, but when it was just Dornan and me flying down the highway, it almost felt like we were free, just the two of us. And the thought of being naked against him, rubbing against the leather of his cut while his Harley sent vibrations through the both of us – it was almost enough to make me come on the spot. He thrust into me slowly, forcefully.
‘I want you to come,’ he demanded, gathering my hair in one fist and pulling hard enough to force my head back. ‘You’re going to touch yourself. You’re going to come with your mouth around my cock.’ And just like that, just as he’d gotten me close again, he pulled out of me without warning.
My mouth watered at this suggestion. There was something so completely carnal about coming with your lips wrapped around a cock, your moans being muffled by someone fucking your mouth. He let go of my hair and I fell to my knees, opening my mouth and teasing the head of his cock with my tongue. I tasted myself on him. ‘Make yourself come,’ he groaned, bucking his hips until his cock hit the back of my throat. ‘I’m about to explode.’
I reached into my lace panties and started making shallow circles around my clit. I was soaked from my own wetness and Dornan’s tongue, and my finger slipped a few times before I found a rhythm. It didn’t take long. Already perilously close, I crested that wave, moaning loudly around Dornan’s cock as I orgasmed.
‘Oh, fuck,’ he whispered. ‘That looks so fucking good.’
