Page 30 of The Club

When he fills a glass at the sink, I get a side view. I admire the curve of his ass and the heavy jut of his cock. I also enjoy his muscled torso and arms and his throat as he swallows.

He looks around and spots the electric kettle. He fills it and starts it heating.

I slide from the bed and go to help him as he starts looking for the coffee.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a fancy espresso machine,” he comments as I pull out the press pot.

“It’s upstairs.”

He leans back against the counter, his cock jutting out beautifully. “Oh, yeah. I did see that.”

“When you tied me to my couch and fucked me?”

“You like being tied up and fucked.”

I spoon coffee into the press pot. “What gave that away?”

He barks a surprised laugh. I have never, ever seen him smile before, not a real one. It completely changes his face. His dark intensity is hot as fuck, but his smile is fucking beautiful.

The kettle clicks off. I walk past Dominic with the press pot then stand close to him as I fill it. He watches me. His eyes drift to my cock. He reaches out and wraps his hand around it. My ass hits the edge of the counter, and a sound of pleasure escapes me as he explores my hard length. That’s what he’s doing: exploring. Given his father’s attitude, I doubt he’s had many opportunities to do it.

My cock twitches in his hand. His sound of satisfaction tells me he can feel it. His fingers sweep under my balls.

“Fuck, Dominic.”

Then he surprises the shit out of me by dropping to his knees in front of me. He doesn’t look up at me. He’s focused entirely on my cock. He’s scowling like he’s not sure—then takes me into his mouth.

“Fuck!”

I can’t help but thrust. I only hit the back of his throat once before his hands plant on my hips and pin me against the counter. My hands grip the edge of it as he sucks me hard and deep, his hesitation completely gone.

He draws back to my tip, licking along the slit. His lips and teeth play along the underside.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as my cock throbs and twitches. Then he starts sucking on my balls. My abs clench.

His right hand drops from my hip. He moans against my balls as he starts to stroke himself. The vibration has me throwing my head back.

Even though I would bet anything that he’s never given head before, he’s so damn aggressive, so dominant and demanding that he takes absolute control of my cock. He flicks his tongue over me and drags his teeth lightly. He’s getting more aggressive as he works himself harder.

I should warn him, but he has completely shattered my mind and my control. My balls draw up tight and I shout, flooding his mouth.

I strain and pulse in the tight, hot suction. As I spasm with aftershocks, he does too. His mouth is still on me, his forehead resting against me as the shudders pass.

I’m about to reach for his hair when he pulls back, settling on his heels. I see the exact moment that he freaks out. He doesn’t look up at me. He looks down at the puddle of his own cum. His post-orgasmic bliss vanishes. His chest starts heaving.

“Dominic—”

He bursts to his feet and staggers back.

I step toward him. “Dominic—”

He shoves me back and makes a beeline out of the bar. He grabs his clothes off the floor and starts dressing.

I let him get his pants and shoes on before I go after him. I grab his arm.

“It’s okay—”

He wheels and punches me in the face. I should have been prepared for that, but I wasn’t. I stagger and nearly fall on my ass, barely catching myself on a couch.

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