Chapter Eight
Tennessee
His words made something seize in my chest. I knew it was going to happen, but it was still kind of a shock to hear him say it. I turned around in front of him, letting him pull at the clasp that hugged my waist, and looked at the two of us in the mirror. I could still stop this. Maybe I should – maybe I should walk away and forget that there had ever been anything here. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I had spent long enough trying to pretend there was nothing between us and I had no intention of playing that game any longer. The black nylon straps fell from my body like discarded lingerie, leaving me in nothing but a pair of shorts and a sports bra. Dominic dropped to his knees behind me and pulled down my shorts. I gasped as I felt his hands traversing my bare legs, closing my eyes, blood rushing around my veins so fast I was getting dizzy.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groaned, running his hand over my ass and hooking his fingers around my panties. I bit my lip again. I knew what was coming. He worked my underwear down my legs till I was naked from the waist down, and then, placing one hand on the small of my back to hold me steady, he pressed his face into my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped as his tongue found my clit in one swift motion. Jesus, that felt good. He sank his fingers into my ass to hold me still as he began to eat me out from behind, hungrily licking and sucking and tasting me as though this is what he had been waiting for all day long. How many times had I fantasized about this over the weeks we’d been working together? None that I would have admitted to till now, but no-one had ever quite lived up to him when it came to going down, and it was almost a relief to feel his mouth on me like that once more. I raised up on my tiptoes and down again, grinding myself against him, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of my pussy as he moaned against my skin. He flattened his tongue against my clit, moving it in side-to-side motions, and I wriggled against him. He knew how to hit all my most sensitive spots, how to get my body giving in to him just the way he liked it. He wanted me helpless, desperate, begging for more, but I wasn’t sure how long we had in here before someone would notice how long we’d been away and come looking for us. We didn’t have time for his usual tricks and besides, all I wanted right then was to feel him inside me. Well, maybe this bit for a little longer yet…
“Fuck me,” I panted, opening my eyes once more – I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror, of him pressed between my thighs. Fuck, that was hot. He lifted his head and looked at me.
“You don’t want to come like this?” he replied, and I could feel his hot breath against my pussy making a very good case for letting him do whatever he wanted to me. I shook my head.
“I need you inside me,” I demanded, and he got to his feet, his hand still on the small of my back to keep me bent over the counter. He quickly undid what he had to in order to get his cock out, and pulled a condom from his pocket to sheathe himself quickly. I internally shook my head; he really had that on him at all times, just in case a woman was so overcome with desire for him that they couldn’t wait to go find one? Then I realized that I was hardly one to make fun of that eventuality, and wiggled my ass back and forth impatiently in front of him as he positioned himself at the entrance to my slit.
“You sure about this?” He asked, catching my eye in the mirror in front of us. I paused for a moment. Was this the right thing to do? Should I have shown a little more self-control and held myself back from this, knowing that he had broken my heart, knowing that every time I let him closer to me I gave him the chance to do it again? The logical part of my brain was screaming at me to stop right now while I still had the chance, but it had been a long time since that bit of my head had had anything close to control. I wanted this so badly my body was aching and tingling and tensing for it. I had waited long enough. Now, I needed him to fuck me.
“Yes,” I nodded, and without another word, he pushed himself all the way inside of me. I groaned loudly as I felt him enter me; I had fucked plenty of guys over the years, but nothing felt quite as good as he did. He ran his hand up my back and over my neck, wrapping his fingers around my hair and pulling my head back a few inches. He watched me in the mirror as he thrust into me slowly, moving as though he was savoring being in me again for the first time. My lips parted and my breath came quickly as his gaze burned into mine. How had we held off on this for so long? It felt so fucking good to finally give in to whatever it was between us. I had no idea if this was just physical or if it ran deeper than that, but at that moment, nothing mattered to me but the physical side of it. I closed my eyes again, the tension in my scalp where he was tugging at my hair sending a shock of pleasure down my spine and across my skin, and lost myself to it, planting my hands on the desk to give myself leverage to grind back against him.
“You look so good like that,” he murmured softly, and it was an almost intimate moment – the sound of his voice wasn’t rash and rasping, the way mine was, but almost melancholic, like he had missed this side of our relationship as much as I had. I couldn’t much focus on what that meant, though, as I could feel something building inside me, my pussy clenching and tightening around his cock with every thrust. He seemed to realize how close I was, and slowed down, fucking me deep and hard and as though he wanted this to last all night long.
“Harder,” I demanded, opening my eyes and slipping my fingers between my legs so I could play with my clit and put myself over the edge. And just like that, any kind of emotion that had been in his face vanished. A dirty great smile spread out over his lips, and I could see that he had every intention of making me come, and every intention of making me wait, too. That was how he’d always liked to play it – making it intense, pushing me to the edge and then holding back. But I was less naive than I was when we’d been hooking up before, and I wasn’t going to wait to get what I wanted. He flicked his tongue out over his lips, stilling entirely inside me, and forcing me to grind back hard against him to get anything out of this. I built up a pace, tossing my head back, and pressed my fingers flat against my clit the way I liked it. Fuck, he felt good. He had to have one of the most perfect cocks I’d ever come across in my entire life, and I intended to make the most of it before my good sense returned and I realized that fucking him was the stupidest thing I’d done all year.
He gripped my hips, guiding me back and forth on his cock, and I groaned as he finally began to move once more.
“You close?” he asked, toying with me, and all I could manage was a fevered nod in response. He pushed himself deep inside of me, leaning back so he could watch me. His eyes moved up and over my body, and it felt as though my skin was heating under his gaze; finally, he reached my face, a smile curling out and over his lips once more as our eyes locked.
And that was it. That was all I needed. After waiting so long for this, after convincing myself that hooking up with him would be the biggest mistake I would ever make, I came around his cock, my pussy clenching hard as the orgasm tore through me. I clenched my teeth to keep in the cry of pleasure, my face contorting bizarrely in front of me as he fucked me in long, slow strokes, the feeling of it pulsing through my pussy and up over my skin, weakening my knees, ripping my legs out from under me. He hooked an arm around my waist to keep me upright as he continued to fuck me, my body going limp in his arms as he thrust himself inside me one last time and came inside me, his head tipped back and his jaw clenched tight.
He held himself there for a moment, and I knew precisely why – because if he pulled out of me, we would have to accept that the fun part was over and now the two of us had to face up to whatever our relationship was now that we had hooked up again. Eventually, he pulled himself out, rolling the condom off and disposing of it in a nearby trashcan before dressing himself again and then setting about getting out of the harness that he still had on. I pulled on my panties and my shorts and stepped over to help him, working to undo the clips, zips and buttons as quickly as I could, as I knew these things could get heavy and uncomfortable quickly after they’d been on for a long time. Being close to him again, after what we’d just done, was a curious feeling; at once, I felt attracted to him in some profound and physical way, and repulsed as though I should have been standing on the other side of the room attempting to put as much space between us as I could. The repulsion came from that logical part of my brain, the one that had convinced me a long time ago that letting this man back into my life after what he’d done would only end in bad news for me.
And I knew that part of me was right. I knew that it was just trying to protect me, because his leaving me before had practically torn out my heart and left me with nothing to fall back on. As the physical chemistry between us dissipated, I could think with a clear head once more. And my newly-clear head was telling me one thing and one thing only – and that was that I should get the hell out of there and not give him a chance to work his magic on me once more.
He held his safety gear close to his chest, as though it was protecting him in some way, as though he knew what was coming. I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to lead him on and then abandon him. He needed to know the truth straight-up, the same truth he should have shared with me all those years ago.
“I can’t do this again.” I looked him in the eye, and I could see something give. I could see something in him sag and release with despair as I spoke the words, and for a moment I wanted to take them back, to assure him that no, I wanted him, and that we could make this work despite what he had done to me the first time we had been together. I pressed my lips together to stop the words getting out. I couldn’t let it happen again. I had spent so much of my life moving on from what he had done to me, and to give up and backtrack on that now would have been a betrayal of everything I had worked so hard for all that time. I looked away, averting my gaze to the floor, and headed for the door.
“Tennessee, wait.” Dominic tried to step in front of me, but I brushed him aside as firmly as I could. He needed to know this wasn’t going to happen. Once and for all. I owed him the truth. I pulled open the door and stepped outside, avoiding the gazes of anyone who might have caught wind of what had just happened in the trailer, and tilted my head back to the sky, ignoring the tears that were plaguing my eyes. It was done. For good. No going back this time.