Page 32 of Starts With a Bang

“I can count down for you,” I offered.

Dom’s shoulders shook as he recalled my hookup horror stories. “You made that stuff up to make me feel better.”

I sat up and raised my right hand as if testifying. “Everything I said was true.” I patted the bed. “We haven’t finished yet.”

Dom groaned and stepped back. “Nope. Not when they’re all waiting for us and speculating about what’s taking us so long to come down.”

I smirked at him. “Pretty sure they’ll all know the answer.”

But maybe Dom didn’t want his ex-husband thinking about us having sex. Emerson’s gobsmacked reaction to seeing Dom was still fresh in my mind. The fool looked like a cartoon character with his bulging eyes and gaping mouth. Dom told me he was completely over his ex-husband, but it was obvious Emerson didn’t feel the same. A familiar dread unfurled in my belly. I’d found myself in this same situation more times than I wanted to count.Not this time.I might’ve found myself in a similar plot, but the characters were vastly different.

Dom was nothing like my ex-boyfriends, and I knew my self-worth now. And Emerson? There was nothing diabolical about this villain. He was vain, selfish, and would broadcast his every move. He’d already made his first mistake when he’d sized me up and dismissed me as zero threat. Fine by me. I was used to people underestimating me and actually preferred it that way. I’d faced far more fearsome foes. Emerson Baker—I refused to add the Babb—would soon learn I wasn’t someone to trifle with.

Ping.

Dom looked at his phone and groaned. “Mom just warned that Nana is about to come looking for us. She’ll distract her the best she can.” Dom closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

“Praying?” I asked.

“For my erection to recede.” Dom cycled through a few breaths. “Might help if you put a shirt on. Your body is perfection. And your skin…” Dom lowered his head and opened his eyes. The smoldering heat hadn’t ebbed one bit. If anything, his green irises had darkened with desire. “Are you that silky smooth everywhere?”

If I were nice, I would’ve answered his question with a one-word response or deflected it altogether. I would’ve rummaged through my suitcase and put on a shirt that wouldn’t get ruined by pizza toppings in case his ex-husband got catty or his tipsy aunt got clumsy. But I didn’t feel nice, and I wanted to send a clear message when we returned to the family gathering. I scooted off the bed and stood before him. Dom’s nostrils flared because he knew something was afoot. I kept my eyes locked on his as I shoved my lounge pants to the floor, then stepped out of them and kicked the pants aside.

Dom’s gaze traveled the length of my body, lingering on my smooth pelvis. I turned so he could see that my ass was every bit as smooth. Feeling especially shameless, I bent over and spread my cheeks apart to bare everything to him. The animalistic growlrumbling from his chest made the vulnerability all worth it. I turned to face Dom just as he closed the distance.

“I want cake for dinner,” Dom snarled.

And, oh, how I wanted to feed it to him. I cupped his jaw and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “When we have more time.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his thick thighs. His erection sprang free, and I wrapped my lips around his cockhead.

“Sven.” Dom’s whisper was pure reverence. His hands went to my head, fingers sliding through my hair.

I lifted my gaze, and we locked eyes as I took him down, a slow, wet glide until my nose brushed against tight curls. Resting my hands on his thighs, I moved up and down his shaft, reveling in the way his big body trembled with excitement for me. Nothing and no one would stop me from rocking his world. Dom’s mouth fell open, and his eyelids dropped to half-mast. That’s the look I wanted. He didn’t care about anything but the pleasure I gave him.

Dom’s grip on my hair tightened as he rocked his hips and fucked my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks to suck harder and increased my tempo. “You little minx.”

He thrust a few more times, then pulled out suddenly. Hot seed splashed against my lips, and I stuck my tongue out to catch the next burst. Dom aimed the rest of his release there, and it overflowed onto my chin and dribbled onto my chest. He looked incredibly savage and sexy as he continued to rut against my tongue. I closed my mouth around his cock and sucked the full length of him one last time, making sure I cleaned him thoroughly.

“On your feet now,” Dom demanded.

I rose on shaky legs to stand before him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I should make you wait for hours before I let you come.”

I had only planned on making him happy, but his threat brought out more of my inner vixen. I brought his hand to my dick and smiled when his fingers curled around me. “You wouldn’t.”

His big fist stroked the length of my erection, and he surrendered with a wry smile. “I couldn’t.”

Dom released my dick to pick me up and toss me onto the bed. He dropped to his knees between my thighs but didn’t suck me into his mouth. He pushed my legs toward my chest, spread my ass cheeks, and kissed my pucker. I moaned, wanting more. Dom sucked his thumb into his mouth and then pressed it against my entrance, tracing around and around the rim, not sucking my dick until I whimpered and squirmed.

Firm lips sucked me down to the root and worked me relentlessly. I was already revved and ready, so it didn’t take long for my climax to reach the flashpoint.

“Gonna come,” I warned.

Dom didn’t heed my warning but doubled down on his efforts.

“Seriously, like in five…oh shit…two.” My breath caught in my throat as the intensity of my release caught me by surprise. Dom swallowed every ounce of my pleasure and looked damn pleased with himself when my dick slid from his lips. “That countdown trick is harder than I realized. I might need to work on my timing.”

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