Naomi

I’m such a mess.

We’re having dinner tonight and it’s the first time Dom will be in my house, around my parents, after we’ve had sex. What if they catch onto me? What if I can’t stop looking at him?

After last night, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. The way he let me lay on his chest and the way he took me before I left — it was to die for.

I took my very first pill this morning. Once the birth control kicks in, there will really be no stopping us.

I help Mom with the catered food she ordered from Olive Garden, her favorite restaurant, and then set up the table. Dom and Hannah will be arriving soon.

“Naomi,” Mom calls, pausing on placing the napkins down. I look up and her eyes are narrowed and fixed on me.

“Yeah, Mom?”

“What is that on your neck?” She places the last napkin down then walks around the table to get to me, tilting my head up. “Is that a hickey?” she gasps aloud, her eyes getting rounder.

I wrap a hand around that side of my neck, my face burning hot now. “It’s nothing. Just a small bruise from Hannah.”

“Yeah,” she scoffs. “I think you mean a small bruise from a young man’s desperate lips.” I fight a smile. She has no idea. This man isn’t young. He’s older, sexier, and dirtier. “All I know is you better not let your father see that. Go upstairs and cover it up, sweetie.”

That’s the thing about Mom. She sees something and brushes it right off. She treats me like a woman, allows me to learn from my mistakes in life and teaches me how to fix them. She knows I’m not a little girl anymore, but Dad still treats me like I’m a child. I honestly don’t think that will ever change.

I smile at her on my way out the dining room, rushing up the stairs to get to my bedroom. I step into my bathroom and grab my concealer, dabbing some on my neck.

Just as I wrap up, I hear the doorbell ring. My heart dances in my chest as I toss the concealer down and fluff my hair.

Not enough.

I want to look hot for him, so I grab my lip-gloss and apply an extra coat. I’m purposely wearing a knee-length floral dress with no panties. I know nothing will happen tonight — not with Dad around. Dom will be on his best behavior — hell, he may not even look at me because he’ll be too worried about Dad getting suspicious.

I fix myself and then prance out of my bedroom, rushing down the stairs and yelling, “I’ll get it!” while Mom rushes to set the table.

I swing the door open, and there he is, at least six inches taller than me. He’s broad and lean and so damn sexy. His beard is combed, and his hair is gelled back, slightly classy, but still rustic.

My heart is pounding now, my pulse swimming in my ears. If my parents weren’t here, I’d drag him inside, push him down on the couch, pull his pants down, and jump straight onto his big cock — well, right after making sure Hannah is in a safe place.

“Hey, Naomi.” Dom greets me formally, but gives me a charismatic smile. His teeth are straight and perfect. Everything about him is perfect — to me, anyway. I don’t know what it is about today, but I can’t stop staring at him. It’s hard not to admire him.

“Hey, Dom,” I murmur.

“Is that Dom I hear?” I hear Dad’s voice boom from the garage.

I reach for Hannah and let Dom inside with a smile.

He steps closer to me, and before my dad comes around the corner, he murmurs in my ear, “You look fucking amazing, baby.”

“Dom!” Dad shouts playfully, holding his hands out in the air. He’s always so happy to see Dom, and always so distracted when he’s around, which is good because he doesn’t see me blushing.

Dom returns the same enthusiasm and they shake hands and do a one-armed brotherly hug, getting right into sports talk as they make way to sit on the couch.

“Where is that sweet baby girl?” Mom chimes, stepping around the corner just as I shut the door.

Hannah laughs when she sees Mom, and Mom immediately sticks her hands out for her. I hand Hannah over, and then walk past Dom to get to the kitchen.

While Dad has his back to me, too caught up in his heated sports replay, and Mom playing and laughing with Hannah, I take the opportunity to look at Dom.

His eyes slide over to mine while Dad’s distracted with his phone, and when he does, my tongue gently rolls over my bottom lip, my teeth sinking into it.

“I want to fuck the shit out of you,” he mouths.

I beam, disappearing around the corner before either of my parents can catch us in the act.

* * *

After dinner, and several long stares at Dom as he told stories about his job at the local gym, Dad picks up his keys with a sigh.

“We’re outta beer. I’m gonna go and get more,” I hear him tell Mom when he steps into the kitchen while we clean up.

Dom comes in behind him, holding Hannah in one arm. “Want me to ride with you?”

“Nah, that’s okay,” Dad answers. “I’ll be quick.”

Dom nods and Dad takes off, marching out the front door in his sergeant-like manner.

I step in, needing any excuse to be alone with him right now. “Hey, Mr. Thomas, you ready for me to kick your butt in a game of pool?”

His bright brown eyes spark. “You, kick my butt?” He laughs a hearty, deep laugh that hums right through my body.

“Yep.”

“Gotta watch Hannah,” he says, shrugging one shoulder. “You know how she likes to get into stuff.”

“She is a busy body,” I laugh.

“Oh, please! Give me that sweet girl.” Mom reaches for Hannah, who is more than happy to get into her arms. “You don’t mind if I give her a little ice cream, do you, Dom?”

“Trying to get her all jacked up on sugar already, huh, Cathy?” he teases. Mom laughs, waving a dismissive hand. Dom closes the gap between us, standing just close enough for me to smell his cologne. It takes everything in my power not to wrap my arms around him just to blend in with his scent.

I turn for the stairs. “Call me if you need me, Mom!” I rush up, Dom slowly trailing behind me, as though not to seem too eager, and when I’m in the game room, I immediately dim the lights.

He steps into the room, looking right at me with hungry, lust-filled eyes. Not even five seconds pass before he’s cracking the door and scooping me up in his arms. He plants my ass on the edge of the pool table, sucking hard on my bottom lip.

“The nearest store is only a two minute drive from here. Your dad will be back in no time,” he says on my mouth, “and your mother is going to be too preoccupied with Hannah to interrupt us. Do you know what that means?”

“What?” I unbuckle his belt for him, ready for the answer.

“It means I’m about to give you the best quickie of your life.” He holds my ass in his hands, bringing me closer to the edge. I unbutton his jeans and then force them down with his boxers.

He shifts deeper between my legs and then buries his himself inside my pussy while squeezing my ass in his hands.

I sigh. “God, you are so big.”

With each thrust, my moans grow louder — but only loud enough for us to hear. His eyes are trained on mine, like he wants to watch every single face I make as he fucks me.

“I know you can’t help the sounds you make when I’m inside you, but you have to be quiet, babe,” he whispers, and then kisses my jawline. He picks me up and turns me around, spreading my legs and grabbing a fistful of my hair. His cock slides right back in and he drills into me from behind.

He fucks me so good, it’s hard to be quiet.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp out.

Every single one of his strokes is quick and relentless. He’s going so fast, hitting my tender, sensitive spot.

“I want you to come on my dick, baby. I wanna feel how wet you can get for me. Can you do that?” he asks in a quiet voice, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

I hold my head back and he squeezes my hips, thrusting harder, like he can’t get enough.

“I’m so fucking in love with your pussy,” he groans, his cock so hard and full inside me.

I hear the purr of Dad’s truck from a distance, and Hannah laughing and talking gibberish downstairs. My parents are way too close. We could get caught.

We are sweaty and doing all the wrong things in this room — in my parent’s house —and I don’t even care. I want this. I’ve wanted it all damn day and I’m finally getting it — I’m not stopping until I feel myself coming all over his beautiful cock.

“Oh, fuck.” His lips are still on my ear, his voice deep and sensual. “Your sweet little cunt is so fucking wet for me. You are soaking my shit, Naomi. I can tell you were ready for me to fuck you today.”

“I was,” I exhale.

“These little dresses you wear only make me want to rip them off,” he growls.

I grip the edge of the table, and Dom curses beneath his breath. Before I know it, my body is overheated, and I feel the walls of my pussy throbbing around him, just as he comes.

“Goddamn,” he groans, releasing every drop inside me. “I know it’s wrong, but it feels so fucking good coming inside you, baby. Shit.”

“Dom! Got the beers!” Dad yells from downstairs.

Dom pulls out quickly and straightens himself, buckling his belt as quickly as possible.

I hop off the table and peck him on the lips. We’re both sweaty and the room smells like sex.

“I’ll open the windows and turn the fan on. You go wash up really quick. I’ll tell him you ran to the bathroom.”

I nod and rush to my bathroom. I wash up, clear my flushed face with some cool water, and then step back out.

Dad’s voice is closer now. When I go back to the game room, the lights are no longer dim. Dom is leaning over the pool table with a pool stick in hand, ready to make a move, and Dad is standing on the opposite side with a beer in one hand and a pool stick in the other.

“Oh, hey, Omi.” Dad smiles at me before taking a swig of his beer. “Dom was just telling me he whipped your butt in a game of pool.”

I tuck my hair behind my ears, glancing over at Dom, who only smirks at me and winks.

“He did! But I’ll beat him next time!”

They both laugh, and I step back. “I’ll go see what Mom and Hannah are up to.”

“Alright, sweetie.”

I turn my back to them, and when I do, I can feel eyes on the back of me. Knowing that Dom is watching me go makes my smile widen.