Page 90 of Between Love and Loathing
I started to kneel before her to taste her again, but the vibration on the counter had her tensing before she reached over and tipped the phone to see before she said softly, “Your ex is calling.”
No one was ruining this moment. “Ignore it.”
She shook her head and hopped off the counter so she could pull her sleep shirt back down and take a deep breath, like she was trying to center herself after her orgasm. Then she turned around and hopped back on it so she could look me in the eyes probably to study how I reacted, “No. You said you always ignore her. Answer her instead.”
And then Clara did what I wasn’t expecting. She pressed the green button and answered the call herself. “Hello?”
My eyes widened as she chewed her lip.
“Yes, he’s in his study. Can I ask why you’re calling?”
More silence.
“I’m aware of who you are. Are you aware of who I am?” She asked it nicely enough and there wasn’t fear there. Natya wanted fear and I was proud Clara wouldn’t give it to her.
“Right. Well, now you know it’s serious and the reason you don’t get a hold of him is because he’s quite busy.”
She tipped her head and listened, but her hand went to undo my trousers and then grabbed my cock. She rubbed it up and down. Up and down. And when I shook my head at her, trying to explain this wasn’t the time, she murmured, “An artist knows. I’m just owning it.”
Then she turned the phone back to her. “He’s here. You can definitely talk to him about coming to the reopening.”
As she handed the phone over, I growled at her, narrowing my eyes. “You want to play?”
“Maybe. I want to fight.”
CLARA
No one owned me but that man in that kitchen at that moment. I was his and his alone. This wasn’t fake. This was real. And my heart was ready to fight anyone for it. I wanted him to see that.
I lifted my legs, moved to the middle of the island counter, and spun around to lay on my back. Then I hung my head from the side of the island.
“Clara,” he said cautiously even though his eyes looked hungry as they took me in, lying there upside down on that counter. He was supposed to be listening to his ex on the phone, not whispering to me, “What are you doing?”
“What I’m sure my boyfriend is going to enjoy.” I reached my hand out to pull his cock near my mouth and murmured up at him. “You trust the artist, Dominic?”
He growled and breathed out hard before his hands were pulling at my shirt as he held the phone between his shoulder and his ear. He whispered back, “The question is, do you trust me?”
I bit my lip and stared at his thick length that I held in my hand, so massive I knew I’d choke on it if I didn’t relax, if he didn’t slide into my mouth and throat at just the right angle as he worked my body.
“Baby, you have to say you trust me.”
I took two breaths before I nodded and then I pulled him forward. I heard Natya muttering something on the phone. I knew she was there. I knew deep down maybe she always would be there, a barrier between us, but I wanted to have him now, even while she tried to get him back. I wanted to be the first woman on his mind now because I knew I wouldn’t be first in the future.
He groaned and then swore over and over. The phone clattered to the counter as his hands gripped my breasts hard. Natya’s voice was near my ear. “Are you listening, Dom? You know you won’t last with her. I need you back.”
His cock slid further into my throat and one of his hands slid down my stomach to pinch my clit, to pull it, to work in rhythm with how he fucked my mouth. Deeper and deeper he went to the back of my throat, slow at first, and then faster, more erratic.
“I’m going to make you taste every part of me, baby. No one is ever going to fuck your pretty mouth the way I do. You understand?”
I hummed in approval.
“That’s right, cupcake. Take it all. Take every fucking drop of me.” I swirled my tongue over the head of him, tasted the salty cum that built up right before he thrust hard, so hard my eyes watered as he came down my throat. I came with him as he pinched a nipple and thrust one large finger in me, curling it fast with his release.
One of us should have been hanging up on Natya or worrying about the fact that we’d both come over the phone for his ex to hear. Yet, neither of us seemed to care as he pulled away from me but reappeared almost immediately to wipe a warm damp towel over my sex. Then, he asked, “Need anything before bed?”
I bit my lip and started to sit up from the counter as I glanced around. “Have another cupcake before we go to sleep?”
“Don’t want one.” He shook his head and I frowned.
