Page 37 of Off Balance

"You can't lie to me, Dom. I can tell how much the idea of bending me over and taking what you want is getting you hard."

"No," he repeats.

"No, what?"

"No, that's not what I fantasize about."

"Well, what is it then?"

What started as a game to get him flustered has become an exercise in controlling myself and not flying off the handle with my emotions. He's right that I don't want to think about last night. I'm embarrassed and angry. Furious. I know Emile was there, and he wasn’t the one here taking care of me when I needed it.

So, yeah, I'm lashing out a little. But the more I say the words, the more the ache in my groin throbs. My cock is dangerously close to escaping through the slit in the front of his boxers—the boxers he changed me into last night after helping me shower. I bet he was a gentleman about it. I bet he averted his eyes, even if he wanted to look. I have a feeling he'd never take advantage of me, even if I wanted him to. Honestly, the way he cares is half of what has me so hard up right now.

"Just… touching you."

Wait.What?

“I don’t fantasize about doing anything that could hurt you. I mostly just imagine what your skin would feel like.”

It’s then that I realize he isn’t touching me. Dom's hands raise to either side of my legs, hovering above my hips, not touching, but wanting to so badly there's a tremble in his hands. Placing my hands over his, I slowly press down until his palms are flat against me. He blows out a shaky breath.

"Show me."

His head shakes slowly, but his hands aren't following what his head is saying. They move slowly, up and down the sides of my legs, then up the back, bunching the shirt. I rip it over my head, desperate to feel more skin on skin. My gut clenches when he grips the back of my thighs, and my cock jerks. If this were some random hook-up, I'd already be feeding him my dick, or vice versa, which is usually the case. He’s straight, or at least was until he got curious, so I'd expect anything that happens between us would be relatively one sided. I'm used to being the giver, and I’m okay with that.

Of course, there's also that he's someone that I actually like and respect. The broken part of me wants to know how quickly I can ruin that. The fact that I shouldn't, the lure of the forbidden, only makes the whole thing that much more enticing.

For that reason alone, I move his hands so they're pushing the boxer shorts higher up my legs. I’m not quite brave enough to take those off, too, but rapidly growing closer to no longer caring what’s right or wrong.

Dom rubs little circles in my skin with a touch so light it sends goosebumps over my entire body before finally letting his fingertips skim higher. The brush along the bottom crease of my ass cheeks makes me whimper, and he steps forward a little at the sound like he’s in a trance. My hips tilt forward, my erection rubbing the middle of his muscular chest. I groan quietly when his massive but gentle hands creep up to palm my ass, pressing me against his body.

He leans in, his breath warm on my skin, and I’m suddenly desperate for his lips on me. My hands wrap around his head, fingers sinking into the soft, short hair at his nape and hugging him to me. A huff of air, followed by the press of his lips, caresses my sternum.

He’s barely touching me, but my entire body is alive. Electric pulses of desire radiate from every point of contact and jolt through my limbs.

His lips brush over my skin so lightly that goosebumps erupt wherever he touches. Hot breath ghosts over each nipple, making my hips buck involuntarily. Dom kneads my ass cheeks, gently encouraging me to grind into him.

“Dom,” I whimper breathlessly.

I’m embarrassingly close to coming in my—his—shorts just from these barely there touches.

“Everything about you is perfection,” he murmurs against my skin. Then he pulls back to look down at my erection digging into his chest. I want to take my cock out and lay it between his round pecs, ask him to push them together so I can get enough friction, and thrust until I come all over his glorious muscles.

Dom’s gaze drags from my needy cock to meet my eyes. His eyes are so dark with desire, I feel like I could fall into them. I answer his unasked question, unaware of what I’m saying or what he’s asking permission for. It doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, I want it.

I nod and whisper, “It’s okay.”

Fuck, it’s not okay. This is so not okay.

He either senses where my thoughts have gone, or he comes to the same conclusion at the same time. Blinking rapidly like he’s woken up from a trance, he releases me and takes a reluctant step back.

No.No no no no no no no.

Feeling like I can’t breathe, I step towards him and end up stepping off the edge of the bed. Dom catches me before I hit the floor, and I cling to him like a lifeline.

“Don’t,” I plead. “Don’t run away.”

Dom’s arms come around me, hugging me closer to him. My legs wrap around his waist. He carries me away from the bed, then turns back, then thinks better of it and sits me on the kitchen island. He takes the seat directly in front of me, his hands still holding my hips.

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