Torrid Love: Friends to Lovers Romance (Bad Boy Studs Book 1) Page 17
“You really mean it?”
“You know me well enough to know I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
“There I was thinking you came over to save me from starvation and going cross-eyed, but instead you just turned my world upside down.”
“In a good way?”
“Absolutely,” she smiles.
“So we’re doing this or what?”
“I’m in, if you’re in,” she grins wide.
“I’m one-hundred percent in, baby.”
CHAPTER 22
Dominika
I’m still bewildered by Rod’s words.
If I wasn’t staring into his beautiful dark eyes, I’d think this was a dream.
We’re just grinning at each other like fools.
I’m elated, scared and eager all at the same time.
I trust Rod.
He accepts every part of me because he knows everything there is to know about me. He’s the guy who helped me break the horrible spell I was under. Without him, I would still be freaked out about sex. And now, he’s my boyfriend.
What a difference a few days make.
His stare rakes over me and I can’t help but feel the rising heat between my legs.
“Can I show my girlfriend how much I’ve missed her?” His deep voice interrupts my thoughts. “Holy shit, I can’t believe I just said that to a woman for the very first time in my life.”
A rush of excitement zips through me.
I’m his girlfriend. I’m his girlfriend. I’m his girlfriend.
Freaking mind-blowing.
“If you must,” I say with feigned disinterest.
“Oh, okay. So you don’t care one way or the other if I take good care of you like I did over the weekend?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“So you want me to show you or not?”
“Yes, please!”
“Good answer, baby.”
Rod slides a hand into my hair, leans in close enough for my breasts to brush against his black shirt. The sensation is sublime. My nipples tighten, nearing the pain point as a blissful shiver runs over me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp when he tilts his hips up, allowing me to feel the solid length of his thick cock.
Shamelessly, I press against his erection.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Greedy Dom.”
“You’re so hard.”
He raises a brow. “Are you using my cock for your own pleasure?”
I laugh. “You’d be offended if I did?”
“It would be a crying shame if you didn’t,” he says before taking my mouth in a smoldering kiss. After a few long steamy seconds, he pulls away. “I’ll wine and dine you to celebrate our first official date in style, but for tonight I thought I’d just sixty-nine you.”
“You’re just a big ol’ romantic, aren’t you?” He flashes me a worried glance as if he’s afraid he said the wrong thing. Oh, no. “Not that I know from experience, but I’ve been told a girl can never have too many sixty-nines.”
“Oof,” he exhales, clearly relieved. “I thought you were going to ask for violins, red roses, heart-shaped balloons and chocolate-covered cherries.”
“Nah, you’re more than enough, Rod,” I smile.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Dom.” His eyes drop to my mouth, his gaze turning dark. The intense lust I read in his eyes is unsettling. Will I ever get used to how one glance disarms me to the point where I can barely remember my own name? “Wanna take it upstairs or are you okay with me pushing you out of your comfort zone?”
“I trust you implicitly. You decide where you want to corrupt me.”
I think the last part surprises us both.
He growls before ravishing my lips again. I’m lost in a dizzying and passionate kiss. The more he deepens the kiss, the more I rub my impatient pussy against him.
“Baby, I want you so much,” he rasps.
“I want you too.”
He grabs hold of the hem of my dress, pulls it over my head and lets it drop to the floor.
“Wow. That’s one hell of a bra,” he says.
“It matches the flowers on my dress.”
“And your ink,” he points out before unhooking my lacy orange bra, allowing my erect nipples some relief. “Holy fuck, Dom, your tits are fucking amazing.” I can’t help but pull my lower lip between my teeth. I’m not used to being praised like this. “Your rosy nipples are small enough to cover with my fingertip.” And he does. His sensual touch ignites me. “But large enough so I can draw them into my mouth. I couldn’t ask for more.”
“Jesus,” I whimper when his mouth closes over my breast.
“You know what I’ve been fantasizing about since Sunday?”
“I’m afraid to ask.” My voice comes out shaky.
“I can’t wait for both of us to watch as my cock slides between your tits until I jet my cum all over them.”
“Your words are going to set me on fire,” I plead.
“I’d hold back just enough of my release to mark your heart.” I really should be wary of his wicked grin. “This one, baby,” he says running his fingers up my legs. In a flash, they find my aching clit. He rubs my clit through my panties, forcing my body to cave to his arousing touch.
“Oh, God,” I choke.
I press my face into the crook of his neck and wrap my arms around him. When he gets up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He palms my ass in his large hands and holds me steady as he crosses my kitchen. He places me on the granite counter like a delicate and rare museum artifact.
“Off, before I rip them off,” he says waving his finger at my panties.
“I’m not wearing much. Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Ladies first.”
I really meant to follow his orders, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away.
In his dark wash jeans—designer I’m sure—that hug his thighs in all the right places and black shirt, Rod is as devastatingly handsome as he is when he sports a suit. His body is all muscle. Luckily, his veins don’t pop out like angry vessels and he isn’t built like a fridge. Every inch of his six-one physique was crafted with care by God.
Yup, Rod Wolfe is striking.
“Dom?”
“Sorry, I got distracted.”
“Now you know how I feel when I look at you.”
I blush so fast, I bet there isn’t a part of me that isn’t red.
I return his smile.
I wiggle my way out of my matching lace thong, push it down my legs, and pull it free before dropping it to the floor. Rod’s eyes are on me as he toes off his Italian blue suede ankle boots before removing his shirt and jeans. He rises to his feet before me and without wasting time, he pulls down his boxer briefs.
I shake my head in disbelief at the sight of his massive erection.
Wow!
This gorgeous man is finally mine.
“I know this is only the second time, but I still wonder how the hell it’ll fit,” my eyes are riveted to his cock.
“Are you complaining about my size?” he asks, closing the gap between us.
“It’s a lot to handle.”
“You proved yourself up to the challenge on Saturday.”
“It might take a few tries before I adjust.”
“I’m more than happy to sacrifice my body until it happens… even if it takes a couple hundred tries over the coming week before you get there.”
“Sounds like I won’t be doing much other than having sex.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right there by your side… or inside you… or on top of you. Regardless, it’s all semantics. Just know you’re not alone.”
I laugh. “I’m touched by your concern and your generosity.”
“What are best friends for?” he grins.
“Indeed,” I say reaching out to stroke his six pack. My fingers run down his abs, relishing the feel of his defined V muscle. I’ll have to muster up the courage to trace those lines with my tongue one day.
“This is all yours, Dom.”
“So is this?” I say daringly, running a finger across his hard cock.
“It is. All nine inches.” Rod steps up to the counter and comes to stand between my parted legs, spreading them further apart. He cups my face in his hands and covers my mouth with hot kisses as he pushes my body down. I’m so turned on, it’s ridiculous. “Fuck, I love the way you smell. Your heady scent tells me your tight little pussy needs my cock.” I blush furiously. “Am I wrong?”
I shake my head.
He cocks an eyebrow and just stares at me.
It takes me a second, but eventually I pick up on his unspoken words.
“No, you’re right.”
“Better. For the record, I like words.”
“Duly noted,” I smile.
“Cocky, Dom. I like it.”
He reaches behind me, places his hands against my ass and pulls me down, scooching me right up to the edge of the counter.
“Oh, shit.”
“What?” he asks concerned. I laugh nervously. “What is it, Dom?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me,” he insists.
I avert my gaze. “I left a trail of wetness behind,” I confess.
Rod tilts his head back and roars.
Once I get over my embarrassment, I allow my laughter to spill free.
“My sweet Dom,” he says, tapping the tip of my nose with his index finger. “I’m going to enjoy corrupting you,” he presses his body against mine, his cock nestled against my dripping pussy and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
“Fuck,” he growls. “It’s so hot to feel your pussy without anything between us.”
“Is it really different without a condom?”
“I wouldn’t know from firsthand experience, but I’ve been told it’s like comparing Japanese Kobe strip steak to cheap fatty ground beef.”
“Would you like to know how it feels? I mean…” I let my words trail.
Rod’s eyes are as wide as saucers. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asks.
“I’ve always used a condom with guys,” I say shyly.
By a miracle of God, my rapist had spared me from getting pregnant with his baby and God knows what nasty diseases.
“So have I,” Rod says.
“With guys?” I can’t resist.
Rod laughs. “I’ll rephrase… I’ve always used a condom… with girls.”
“Do you want to try… without a condom?” I chance.
“My girlfriend wants all of me?”
“I want you to be the first.” My answer comes before I even have time to think.
“Fuck, those are some powerful words, baby,” Rod growls.
“Too much to handle?” I joke.
“Honestly, since this will be my first time, it’s very likely you’ll have to call 911 or else one of us might be seeing God tonight.”
I laugh.
He joins me.
Rod leans over me until his chest hair is teasing my taut nipples. “You’ll be all mine after this, baby,” he says boring his eyes into mine. “No other man in the world will ever be able to mark you like I will.”
I nod breathlessly as a wave of emotions engulfs me.
“Words, Dom.”
“I want that.” I bite down a sob as I avert my gaze.
I can’t go back and change the past, but this is my second chance with the boy I’ve loved for over a decade and the man I’ve fallen in love with recently.
“Hey, look at me.”
I do.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he gives me an agonized expression.
Shit.
I’m just about to say, nothing, but don’t. It would only fan his concerns.
I let out a shuddering exhale. “I’m a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”
“But you’re okay?”
“I’m more than okay,” I offer a small smile.
“Sure?”
“What I’m sure of, is I can’t wait to feel your lips against mine again.”
“Well, damn. I’ve been told,” he chuckles.
With a blazing kiss, he shuts out the past.
His mouth is greedy, demanding, unapologetic.
He devours me with such fervor, I practically whimper from the kiss. He says he’s only kissed one girl before, but like so many things in his life, he masters this.
He presses the head of his cock against my clit, skating around my slick pussy. I gasp when he brushes down past the entrance to my ass.
“Mother of God.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grunts. “This is also mine to take,” he warns.
“What?”
“Not today.”
I don’t even find it in me to protest.
After a few more teasing seconds, Rod touches his forehead against mine.
“My first girlfriend and the first woman I take bareback. It had to be you, Dom.”
I blink several times in rapid succession as my brain struggles to soak up his words. They’re as warm as an armful of sunshine.
My first mind-blowing sexual experience. It could only be you, Rod.
Myriad emotions constrict my heart.
Slowly, he slides into me.
We both look down at where his cock disappears into my pussy.
All of a sudden, he halts all movement.
“Why did you stop?”
“Shit. I should’ve asked before dipping my cock inside your warmth. Are you on the pill?”
“I am.”
“Thank the fuck God. There’s no way I’m putting the brakes on now.”
Rod resumes his mission.
“How does it feel?” I whisper.
“Oh, fuck, I’m never getting out.”
“You don’t have to,” my voice is barely more than a gasp.
“I’m glad to hear it because I’ll need several doses every single day,” he chuckles. “The sensation of gliding in and out of your sleek and slippery pussy is fucking mind-blowing. It’s so primal.”
“Greedy caveman.”
He lets out a feral grunt for show.
I laugh.
“Seriously, Dom, I don’t want this with any other woman.”
I’m stunned into silence.
“I only want this with you,” I tell him when I find my voice again.
“Why the hell did it take us this long to figure it out?”
“We can make up for lost time,” I say.
“Damn right.”
He moves to my neck, kissing and biting along the way.
I respond by clenching hard against him.
This sensation sends a shiver throughout my body, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
“Jesus! Your hungry pussy is choking my cock.”
He responds by swinging his hips back and ramming right through me, making me cry out.
My bold move sets him off and he lets loose between my legs.
“I’m going to shoot my load so deep inside you, it won’t drip out of you for a very long time.”
“Oh, God.”
A few of my ex-boyfriends dropped a raunchy word here and there, but none of them mastered dirty-talking like Rod.
My plea does little to deter him.
“My cum belongs inside you.”
“Yes!”
“Say it! I want to hear it, Dom.”
“Your cum belongs inside me,” I whisper close to his ear.
“Don’t you ever forget it.” There’s no way to miss the possessiveness coating his words.
Rod pumps my pussy with determination.
When he first pushed my body against the counter, the coolness of the slab helped lessen the combustive heat threatening to melt me like a lava cake. Now, the sheen of sweat glistening down my back makes it easier for him to fuck me deeper every time he thrusts in and out of me.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
“Once I
coat your pussy with my cum, you’ll never want another cock for the rest of your life.”
I’m already there.
“I’m close, baby. Place the heels of your feet up on the counter,” he orders.
Although taken aback, I do as I’m told.
I didn’t think it was possible, but Rod pushes deeper every time he sways his hips inside me. Each punishing thrust is harder than the last.
He slides a hand over my leg and up to my clit, and begins to rub me with his precision touch.
“I love the way you do that, Rod.”
“Baby there isn’t much of me left. But, here’s the deal, I come once you come.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You ready to give me what I want?”
The rhythmic pounding of his cock as he continues to rub my sensitive clit sends me into a core-shaking orgasm.
“I’m—”
Mother of God.
I can barely talk.
My head lolls back against the counter as I arch my back, relishing the climactic build-up. The contact of my stiff nipples against his chest pushes me over the edge.
“Rod!” I shout as my pussy pulses wildly.
“Shit, Dom,” he mumbles. “Clench my cock even harder. Milk my cum out of me— Oh, Jesus! I’m there!”
What happens next unfolds so quickly, I barely make sense of it.
Rod pulls out and aims his cock over my pussy. He spews an indecent amount of cum, blanketing the little heart sitting on top of my pussy.
He’s marked me.
No sooner is he done than he leans forward, wraps me in his embrace, smearing his release all over my stomach.
We stay locked into each other for a long moment, neither of us rushing to end this. Our heavy breathing is the only sound breaking through the silence. Secretly, I don’t ever want to let go of him.
“Talk to me, baby,” he husks lifting his head up to meet my gaze.
I’m spent and utterly satisfied.
“I’ve never felt this content in my life.”
Crap.
I didn’t think I said that out loud.
“Wow, that’s a lot to live up to,” he chuckles.
“You can manage,” I tease.
“I’ll try hard for you, baby. You’re worth it.”
I hold him a little closer, closing my eyes to savor every unforgettable second.
“Come on, sweet Dom. Let’s go upstairs. I need to wash up my girlfriend before making true on my promise.”