Page 18 of Rugged Soul

Hours later, I’m set up at the kitchen table with my laptop and phone, though I’m more than a little distracted. I keep picturing Domino’s chiseled, naked body glowing in the sunlight. I rub my thighs together and wiggle in my seat, not sure if I’m trying to stave off how turned on I am or if I’m trying to satisfy the seemingly endless need he’s opened up in me.

After another hour, I'm still distracted and more than a little sexually frustrated. The work day is nearly done and I haven't seen Domino in far too long. He went down to the basement a little bit ago to organize a few things and find something for the club, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I miss him. For having never even kissed anyone before Domino, I feel completely absurd for now needing his hands on me, his mouth on mine, his heated touch everywhere all the time.

I scoot my chair back and stand up, shaking my hands and stretching my neck. Maybe I just need a glass of water. I grab a cup and fill it up, drinking the entire thing in just a few gulps. God, my thighs are trembling and I can feel how soaked my panties are. Domino did a load of laundry this morning, but I’m still wearing his clothes aside from my underwear.

My hand slides down my body almost without my permission. I cup my most sensitive area, gasping at the heat as I stroke myself through the fabric. Leaning against the counter and propping myself up with one hand, my motions grow harder, more desperate as I rub myself with the other.

Just then, the basement door swings open and Domino is standing in the kitchen, staring at me while I clumsily touch myself in an attempt to feel a fraction of what Domino made me feel last night.

I turn around to face him, unsure of what he’s going to do. I should feel embarrassed, mortified, even, but the scorching look in Domino’s hazel eyes only turns me on more.

“Come here,” he snarls, his eyes locked on the hand I still have hovering over my throbbing pussy.

I withdraw my hand and take a few steps in his direction before my knees start to shake. Adrenaline, lust, and excitement rattle through my bones, along with a spike of anxiety that only turns me on more. It’s terrifying and exhilarating and I can’t wait for more.

Domino closes the distance between us, pressing me against the nearest wall. The hard slats of his muscles tense against my soft curves as he cages me in with his arms on either side of my head. I look up into his deep hazel eyes, seeing a desire so bright and hot it should scare me away. Instead, it heats me up from the inside out, making me bold in my desperation for more.

I loop my arms around his neck, my fingers digging into his slightly shaggy, perfectly messy hair. Pulling him down, I nip at his lips, breathing him in and melting against him as we fall into a drugging kiss. Domino growls into my mouth, dropping his hands from the wall to cup my ass. He helps me grind against his hard cock, creating just enough friction to drive me insane. It’s not enough. I need more.

Whimpering into his mouth, I cling to him, molding myself against his body, trying to climb this beast of a man. He growls again and lifts me up with two hands on my thighs, using his body to press me against the wall as he rubs his thickness against my core. I let out a moan, tipping my head back as I shamelessly squeeze my thighs around his hips and grind my pulsing, dripping pussy against him.

“Jesus,” he grunts into the side of my neck before kissing me there. “I can feel your heat.”

All I can do is whimper as he takes my mouth once more in a searing kiss. The next thing I know, I’m being carried and then placed on a hard surface. Breaking the kiss, I look around and realize I’m sitting on the dining table. Domino steps between my legs and nuzzles into my neck, his hands gripping my hips in a tight hold.

Domino breathes against my lips, his thumb pulling my chin down. He fills my mouth with his breath once, twice, then a slow, rolling lick of his tongue. A shudder wracks his body and he grabs my knees, spreading them wide and jerking me to the edge of the table.

“Your lips are so fucking sweet, Calista,” he murmurs before diving back in. His hands trail up my thighs, pushing the oversized shirt of his I’m wearing up higher and higher.

I whimper into his mouth, then gasp when his thumbs brush against the fabric of my cotton panties.

“M-more,” I stutter out, unable to hide the desperate tone in my shaky voice.

“So wet for me,” Domino grunts. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. Even just that light, teasing touch makes me ache for so much more. “Need me to make you come, beautiful?”

I nod my head and wiggle my hips, trying to get him right where I’m hurting the most. “Please,” I whisper, fisting his shirt.

Domino doesn't waste a single second. He presses his thumb against my panty-covered pussy, rubbing my clit in light, teasing circles. The fabric scrapes against my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me jerk forward and press my face against the side of his neck. Domino grunts in approval then slips his hand under the waistband and touches me for real.

I bury my face deeper into his neck, muffling the loud moan that escapes my lips. His fingers slide through my soaking wet folds, stroking me up and down but never quite touching me where I need him the most. I tilt my hips, seeking relief, but Domino just chuckles darkly.

“You need something from me?”

“Mmhm,” is about all I can say at the moment.

“Need me to fingerfuck this tight, wet little pussy?”

“Y-yesss,” I moan.

“Need me to give you the release your sexy, curvy little body is hungry for?”

I nod my head, then gasp and fall forward into his chest as he rubs the rough pad of his finger over my clit. Domino grunts in approval before crashing his lips down on mine. I immediately open up for him, letting him take control. I’m at his mercy, completely surrendered to the pleasure only he can bring.

When his thick finger circles my pulsing entrance, I cry out, the jagged, broken sound echoing around the kitchen. I feel myself tense and release, more of my arousal dripping out of me and coating his hand.

“God, Calista. So fucking responsive,” he whispers, more to himself than to me.

I’m still so inexperienced, but some primal instinct takes over as lust trickles through every vein, every cell, hitting me deep in my core. Releasing my hold on him, I lean back, setting my hands down on the table behind me. I open my legs wider and tip my head back, letting him do whatever he wants to me.

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