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"Back pocket," I panted, my hands braced against the stall's cold metal wall. He fumbled for a moment as I heard him roll it on.
"Are you ready?" he asked, and I nodded, unable to speak as desire clouded my thoughts. With one hand on my hip and the other guiding his cock, Dominic slowly pushed into me, filling me completely. My breath hitched at the sensation; it was both overwhelming and utterly satisfying.
"Fuck, Calla," he groaned, his forehead resting against mine as we shared this intimate moment. "You're so damn tight."
"Fuck me, Dom. Fuck me hard," I commanded, desperate to feel the full extent of our connection. Dominic began to thrust in earnest, each stroke hitting that perfect spot deep inside me. Our quiet moans mixed together, echoing through the small space, and I couldn't help but think how exhilarating it was to be doing something so taboo with him.
"Touch yourself," Dominic ordered, his voice thick with arousal. "I want to see you come undone."
"Shit," I muttered, my fingers finding my clit as he continued to pound into me. The combination of his cock filling me and my own touch sent me spiraling towards ecstasy, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I fell apart. I pushed against the wall with all my might.
"Come for me, Calla," Dominic encouraged, and that was all it took. My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, causing me to cry out in pleasure. The sound of my release seemed to push Dominic over the edge as well; his hips stuttered before he buried himself to the hilt, his own climax consuming him.
"Fuck me," he gasped, as we panted in unison. "That was...incredible."
"Beyond incredible," I agreed, feeling equal parts exhausted and exhilarated. As we disentangled ourselves and cleaned up, I couldn't help but wonder whether it was time to open up fully to this man. Mind, body and soul. I didn't know what to expect next but what I did know, was that tonight was a game-changer, and neither of us would ever be the same.
But could I trust myself to give my heart to this man?
Chapter 23
Dominic
Friday night and I was winding down after a long week at work. Calla told me she was going to a concert tonight with her friends. She asked me to go along, but I had to admit, I had no clue who the band was and honestly, just didn't feel like it. I'm sure if she went with Cassie and Ava, they would have a great time. It's times like these that I felt a little old for Calla's crowd.
In the meantime, I was going to review the updated spreadsheets for the clinic and the foundation. I have to admit, she did a great job with the data entry. Everything was in its right place and it was a joy to review. The fact that the totals balanced out gave me the confidence that all the numbers were in the right place.
"Alexa, play some slow jazz for me."
Alexa's familiar voice rang on in my apartment. "Here's a channel you might like. Coffee shop jazz." And the beautiful music started.
I poured myself a whiskey, spread the sheets on the table and sat down.
The warm amber glow of the whiskey in my glass caught the dim light of the living room, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere around me. I took a slow sip, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. It had been a long week at the medical center, and this late-night drink was exactly what I needed to unwind. My mind drifted to thoughts of Calla – her beautiful smile, her mysterious air, and the way she made my heart race whenever she was near.
"Jeez," I muttered to myself, shaking my head. She had managed to sneak into my thoughts again. I told myself not to get too attached, considering how guarded she was when it came to relationships. But there was something about Calla that drew me in, despite my better judgment.
My phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking me from my thoughts. The screen displayed Calla's name, and my heart skipped a beat. I quickly picked up the call, trying to sound casual. "Hey, Calla. What's up?"
"Dommmiiiinic!" she slurred, her voice loud and boisterous, clearly intoxicated. "I'm at this concert and everything is so fuckin' amazin'!"
"Calla, are you drunk?" I asked, concern washing over me. It wasn't like her to be this drunk and calling me in such a state.
"Maybe just a little," she giggled, her words barely coherent. I could hear the chaotic cacophony of the concert in the background, people shouting and music blaring. "I just wanted to tell you... I miss you."
"Calla, who are you with? Are Cassie and Ava with you?"
"Nooooo…. they couldn't come."
"They couldn't go? You're there alone?"
"Yeah. All alone. But I'm fine. Tooootally fine."
"You don't sound totally fine. Where exactly are you? I'm coming to get you right now," I said firmly, my protective instincts kicking in. The idea of her being so wasted and vulnerable at a crowded event sent a chill down my spine. It didn't matter that she was a strong, independent woman – I needed to make sure she was safe.
"Whaaat? No way, I'm havin' too much fun," she protested, her speech slurring even more. "You should be here! It's awesome!"
"Calla, I'm serious. Tell me where you are, and I'll come get you," I reiterated, my voice calm but insistent. My mind raced, trying to figure out how to find her in the sea of people at the concert venue.
