Page 85 of By A Thread
I kicked at the door, not bothering to close it all the way. It didn’t matter. I had more pressing things to take care of.
Closing my eyes, I fisted my dick at the root, willing the pulsating need to slow or stop. I leaned against the vanity with my free hand and tried not to fucking come on the spot.
This is what she did to me. Every fucking day. I’d never wanted anyone with this gut-churning intensity before. I felt like my neurons were carving monuments to the woman in my brain.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, giving my shaft one violent stroke. “Ally.”
I wished it was her. I wished I was pushing my way inside her while she wrapped her legs around me and breathed my name against my lips. I wished she was mine to take.
My vision was going black as I pumped into my hand. Hard, vicious strokes. I wouldn’t last. I couldn’t. Not when up against the imagined sighs from Ally’s pretty, pink lips. Not when I could see her crawling to me, those brown eyes begging.
“Dom? Oh my God! I’m so sorry.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The bathroom door burst open, and there she was, back in her dress and those boots. Had I fucking conjured her? Was this some cruel joke?
“Get the fuck out, Ally,” I growled.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I was dropping something off for Shayla, and there were papers for you to sign, and I used a key and…”
I chanced a glance at her in the mirror.
She was still there and she was staring at me. Her mouth a perfect O. My throbbing dick jerked, and I held it in a chokehold.
I was so close to coming. And she was right there.
But this wasn’t a fantasy. This was reality. There were rules.
And I was a goddamn monster.
Wanting her made me a monster.
“Dom,” she said softly.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Ally, you need to go.” My voice shook.
“You said my name. Before,” she said, she took a step closer. She looked dazed.
She’d heard me say her name while I was stroking my own cock.
“Ally, I can’t hold on. Get the fuck out of here,” I said through clenched teeth. Desperation was bitter in my mouth.
She was next to me now. I could smell her goddamn lemon shampoo. “If you weren’t worried about anything else,” she began softly, “would you want me to stay?”
“Go. Now,” I growled. I could feel my pulse in my head and the crown of my cock simultaneously.
She laid a hand on my shoulder, and it almost broke me. “Answer me, Dom.”
“Jesus. Please, Ally.” I was begging her now. If I released my hold on my dick, I’d come. And she’d stand there watching. I couldn’t do anything but clamp my fist around my goddamn hard-on and look at her.
“Are you thinking about me?” she asked.
“Yes.” I snapped out the confession through gritted teeth. “Happy? I’m always thinking of you.”
“But you don’t want me enough to bend the rules.”
I chanced a look at her. Her lids were heavy, lips parted and wet as if she’d just licked them. “They are rules for a reason.”
