Page 17 of Untouchable

“One more time, baby. Come for me once more.”

That was all it took, as he used his skilled fingers and his gruff, erotic words to send her over the edge once more.

Chloe couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think as agony and ecstasy became one. He tensed behind her and let out a long, loud grunt before she swore she felt his cock jerk inside of her … as he filled her up with his cum.

His orgasm seemed to go on and on, but when he was finally spent, they both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Chloe couldn’t keep her eyes open, but she was still aware that Dominic was buried in her pussy. His cock gave small jerks every so often, and her inner muscles clenched around him in her post-orgasmic bliss.

And she fell asleep that way, with Dominic inside her, his arms wrapped around her, and the feeling that she was in way over her head consuming her.

11

Chloe woke to the sound of cupboards banging shut. She meant to get up, to see why those cupboards were being slammed, but even the slightest movement caused her body to protest. She couldn’t help but smile, immediately remembering why she was so sore.

Between her legs felt sticky, another reminder that made her body tingle. And then she heard a door slam shut, the sound of Dominic leaving having her pull the blankets over her head.

When Chloe woke again, she was staring at the clock. Blinking several times, she lifted onto her elbows and pushed the hair from her face. She couldn’t be reading that right. It couldn’t be after one in the afternoon. She rolled over and looked toward the bedroom door, then glanced toward the empty spot next to her and ran her hand over it. The sheets were cold.

When she rolled out of bed and grabbed a change of clothes, she felt the stickiness of what they’d done last night between her legs. The shower called to her, and she made her way inside. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was knotted on one side, the “just fucked” look instantly coming to mind.

As she waited for the water to warm, she couldn’t help but glance down her body. She ached between her thighs, and she could see a small smear of dried blood mixed with Dominic’s cum on her inner thigh. She’d finally done it, had finally lost her virginity, and to none other than Dominic.

The reality of that thought had her legs becoming weak. She sat on the toilet and stared at the wall and really thought about what that meant. How did he feel right now? She knew he’d feel guilt over what they did, and she knew that no matter how much she wanted to tell him it had felt so right, nothing would change his outlook.

When she stepped into the shower the water was scorching hot, but it was just the way she liked it, and would go a long way in helping ease her sore muscles. She made quick work of washing and then stepped out and dressed.

After grabbing a piece of fruit, Chloe went outside and sat in one of the chairs that overlooked the lake. Dominic was still gone, but maybe that was best. Seeing him after last night would be sure to be pretty weird.

But as hour after hour passed, she started to worry. She needed to call Dominic and see where he was, to make sure he was okay. Chloe grabbed her cell phone and dialed his number. When the voicemail picked up, she ended the call, not bothering to leave a message.

She felt the phone start to vibrate in her hand and looked at the caller ID. It was Dominic. A wave of relief filled her. “I was wondering where you were,” she said as soon as she answered. Silence greeted her. “Hello?” The sound of riotous male laughter filled the background, mixed in with loud music. “Hello? Dominic?”

“I’m here,” he said, but she could tell something was wrong … off.

“Where are you?” It sounded like he was at a bar.

“A bar,” was the only thing he slurred.

“I was just wondering where you went off to.” Silence greeted her again. “Have you been drinking all day? It’s still kind of early for that, isn’t it?”

He cleared his throat. “No, Chloe. I don’t think it’s a little too early to be drinking. If you didn’t need anything then I’ll see you when I get home.”

He was angry, and that anger was directed at her. Things were definitely not right. Dominic’s attitude, the fact that he was drinking in the middle of the afternoon, had this dread filling her.

“Okay.” She didn’t know what else to say. The phone went dead, and she looked at it, verifying that he had indeed hung up on her.

What did I do wrong?

This wasn’t how she saw this whole situation playing out. On one hand, she could see all the awful things that could and did happen after she had sex with him, but she’d pushed those thoughts away and focused on how right it all felt.

But it was very clear he didn’t feel the same way, and she worried that things had just been ruined between them.

12

Hours had passed since she’d spoken with Dominic. She hadn’t called him back, no matter how much she wanted to, and he hadn’t called her. The sun had set hours ago, and she was tempted to just go to bed, even if she wouldn’t be able to sleep.

But then she heard a car pull into the driveway.

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