Page 61 of Off Balance

His delicious weight against my back pushes me into the mattress as he leans over me to reach for his phone and turn the alarm off. We'd abandoned my things in the studio last night, so I had Dom set an alarm for me.

"It's so early," he groans. "Can't we have another half an hour?"

"You can have as long as you want. I, however, need to get my stuff from the studio and get out of here before I'm caught doing a walk of shame out of my uncle's apartment."

He groans. "Don't say uncle."

I scoff and turn in his arms. To his credit, he doesn't release me or act awkward. His eyes are closed, face half shoved in the pillow, but he's grinning.

"Because you like Daddy better?"

Now he releases me, throwing his arm over his eyes and dramatically groaning even louder. He likes that but doesn’t want to admit it. "You're seriously going to kill me."

I can't help but snicker as I attempt to extricate myself from the soft warmth of his body. His arm wraps around my waist and yanks me back before I can get far, rolling us until I'm underneath him.

"I really have to go," I say, laughing despite myself. I don't want to admit how good it feels to wake up in someone's arms like this. Or that the way he's smiling and attempting to coax me to stay makes me feel special. It's ridiculous.

He answers me by ducking his head and kissing me softly, deepening it until my morning wood becomes a full-on raging problem.

"It's only five," he says, trailing kisses down my neck. "Dwyane won't be in until at least nine."

"I have rehearsal, and I need to go home and shower?—"

"There's a shower here."

"My clothes?—"

"We both know you have extras in your locker here and at work." He chuckles against my neck, and it sends delicious chills down my spine. "Try again, baby. What else you got?"

"Dom…" My resolve is quickly wavering. It's too easy to forget all the pressure I've been under, Emile's thinly veiled threats, Marissa not returning my phone calls last night. Everything is falling apart around me, but all I'm thinking about is how far down my body Dom's mouth has made it, and how much farther he'll go before—Oh, fuck.

I gasp his name as the heat of his mouth blankets my cock. He's more sure of himself than he was last night, and while I still wouldn’t consider him an expert, he's enthusiastic. For a novice, he's doing a pretty damn good job. And my fucking God, the sight of him with my cock in his mouth is almost enough to bring me to the edge.

"What are we doing, Dom?" My words are desperate, whiny, needy. Like the turmoil of my thoughts, my tone doesn't match the meaning behind the words. It's a mix oflet’s stopandthink about this, andplease, for the love of God, fuck me so hard I'll forget everything else.

He comes up for air, replacing his mouth with a fist, pumping me steadily. Never taking his eyes off my dick, he says, "You have a long day ahead of you. I'm making sure you remember what's waiting for you on the other side."

"What does that mean?"

Regretfully, those words cause him to let go of my cock. He climbs up my body to look down at me, capturing me in his serious, onyx gaze.

"It means that I don't regret what happened last night. Maybe I should, but I don't. I know we need to talk about stuff, but I want you, Cam. In whatever way you'll let me have you."

I'm caught off guard, somewhere between arousal, nervousness, and emotional overload. I don't know what to say, so I don't say anything at all. I push back the fear and knowledge that this thing between us could never work in real life. I'm stuck where I am for the time being. He's destined to bust back into the spotlight, and our family would never understand. We're doomed before we even begin. Instead of words, I focus on the physical need that is magnetizing us together.

His cock is laying heavily on my lower stomach. Spitting into my hand, I wrap my fist around him, then push my body higher up the pillows so my cock is lined up with his. I can't quite get my hand around both of us, but Dom catches on quickly, wrapping his big hand around the other side of us, holding us together. He shudders with the first pump of our fists.

"Oh, fuck. That feels…" Dom's gruff voice trails off with a moan.

We move our hands in sync, the wet squish of spit and pre-cum making salacious sounds that blend with our heavy breaths and moans. Looking into his eyes is too intense, so I focus on the sight of our cocks together as Dom thrusts into our hands, his significantly larger cock rubbing hard along mine. Our bodies create a perfect contrast, opposites that seem to fit together seamlessly.

My hand tightens under his, desperate moans ripping from my throat. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my cries. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine and pools in my belly. My limbs are rigid with the impending release.

"My new favorite thing is making you come," he mutters, panting, "I never want to stop."

Heels digging into the mattress on either side of his legs, I push up, thrusting harder into our hands, seeking the perfect friction of his rigid length and his fist squeezing us together. With a choked cry, the hot wet heat of my cum splashes between us. Dom mutters a gruff curse, thrusting faster, dragging out my orgasm and bringing his closer. In the heat of the moment, my mouth gets away from me.

"Mark me, Dom. Cover me in your cum so I can pretend I belong to you."

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