He considers it for a second before saying, “Fuck, I don’t know.”
“If you and I would have met that day we did and then gone out for drinks and one thing led to another, would you be fighting this?”
He shakes his head.
“Then forget about the damn ranch, responsibilities, or whatever other bullshit you think will keep us from enjoying ourselvesanother night. We’re both single, consenting adults. Just do what you want to do.”
“Riley,” he mutters.
“Everyone treats me like I’m not enough, or like I don’t know what I’m doing.” I lock my eyes with his. I want him to see how much I mean it. “I like that you never do. Please don’t start now.”
His eyebrows relax, and his shoulders drop. “You are capable of so much, and you’re more than enough,” he adds.
I drag my hands to his shirt, tugging it up and lifting. “Then prove it to me.” He gets the hint and takes it off all the way.
Dom breathes out before tossing me back on the bed. He reaches around, going straight to the drawer where I told him the condoms were, and tries to get onto bed, but I push him back with the tip of my toe. “Oh, no, no. I said strip. Please.”
His eyes narrow, but he does as I ask, taking off the sweatpants that leave very little to the imagination. Mental note to ask Dom to wear sweatpants more often.
“Your turn,” he says. But unlike him, I don’t have a lot to remove, just my oversized shirt— I’m completely naked underneath. There’s no time to think about that, because what the hell was I thinking when I asked him to strip? This man is built to perfection. Wide stance, broad shoulders with arms that tell no lies. He’s not cut and fit like a model or a gym bro; no, he’s sturdy, as he seems to be anchored to the floor. A line of hair leads a path to his impressive length, and I’d like nothing more than to lick it right now, in between rock solid and taut thighs.
“Are you done gawking?” he asks, a smirk on his face. I love how much more relaxed he seems. Maybe it’s being around me, or the fact that he’s about to get laid again, but here in my room, completely naked in front of me, Dom seems almost happy.
“Not even a little bit. Why don’t you do a little spin so I can take a good look at that ass, yeah?”
He chuckles but does as I say.
Sweet baby Jesus. This man has two dimples right above his perfect, sculpted ass. He finishes his spin, smiling bigger now as my mouth staysopen.
“Close your mouth, or I’ll fill it up with something instead.”
“Please,” I practically beg, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“You wanna suck my cock, Firefly?”
I get off the bed, dropping to my knees in front of him. “I would like to choke on it,actually.”
He fights back a laugh or a groan or both, I’m not sure, but what’s important is that he takes a simple step, putting his hard dick right in front of me. He pumps it a few times, making me salivate. “Abre la boca, Riley,” he commands. I’ve never been more thankful I learned high school Spanish until this exact moment. I may not be able to understandeverything, but this, I know.
I smile before doing as he says, parting my lips and opening wide before tracing the tip of his dick with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he groans. I take over the base, swapping his hand with mine, and swirl my tongue around him again. I look up, right at him, as I let my mouth cover the tip first, slowly dragging his dick into my mouth. I hum around him in satisfaction, his dick twitching in my mouth in response.
I go as deep as I can, careful not to overdo it too quickly, or I won’t be able to keep going. I continue dragging my mouth up and down, slowly, deliberately swirling my tongue around it as my hands let go of his dick, roam up his thigh, and hold his ass. I dig my fingernails into the middle of his glutes, making him groan again.
He slowly trails his fingers over my neck, tangling in my hair, dragging it up and holding it in his fist. I want him to see how much I want this so I don’t drop his gaze, finding the same thing I hope he sees in mine: want, fire, desire.
I go down farther, gripping his ass tighter as he pulls my hair, and I moan. “You like that, huh? Choking on my cock, Firefly?”
I moan around him again, taking him deeper, if that’s even possible. A tear breaks free from my eye, roaming down my cheek as saliva spills from the side of my mouth.
He groans. “You’re fucking perfecta. You should see how pretty you look with your mouth full of my cock.”
I hum this time, dragging my teeth with me, before hitting the back of my throat with the tip of his dick.
“Coño,” he rasps. I love how he’s letting go of his self-control, and it slips in tiny moments with words like this.
I taste precum on the back of my throat, but I don’t stop. I keep sucking, moaning, taking him in. I bring a hand to his, still in my hair, and squeeze it, letting him know exactly what I want. He takes the hint and pulls my hair, eliciting another moan from me.