Page 6 of Cruel Promise
Dom’s conscience is getting the best of him.Surprise. Surprise. Who knew the asshole even had one?
As soon as I realized my brother was on the phone with him, I knew it was guilt that I’d spotted written all over Dom’s face. Worry and guilt and maybe even a little fear. For someone usually so good at masking their emotions, his were right there for once. Clear as day.
I don’t know what he’s so afraid of. Aaron isn’t going to find out about… whateverthisbetween us, even is. If he’d take a step back and look at the whole picture, he’d see that keeping things under wraps isn’t some monumental feat. But Dom is trying to balance being both a friend and a fuck buddy, and it’d be better for the both of us if he just gave it a rest.
I might be selfish but this isn’t one sided. Dominique enjoys fucking me as much as I like being fucked by him. He just needs a reminder of that and I’m happy to give it to him if it gets me what I want.
Leaning forward, I tilt my face up toward him. With Dominique towering over me the way he is, it puts us closer despite the considerable height difference, but not close enough unless he decides to play ball and dips down just a bit further.
Well, fuck. I need him to make the dip.
“He doesn’t have to find out,” I whisper before running my hands up the hard planes of Dominique’s chest. “We’ll be careful.”
His muscles flex beneath my hands. I knew Dom was in shape. Hard not to be when you’re a division one athlete and the star quarterback for Suncrest U. But I don’t think I ever realized just how incredible his body was until I got up close and personal with him, able to peel back all those pesky layers of clothes hiding the dark ropes of corded muscle that cover him from head to toe.
He says nothing in response to my statement, but neither does he pull away. I can work with that. Wrapping my hands around the back of his neck, I arch my back until my body presses into his. This would work better if I was still naked. Probably should have thought of that before, but, oh well. It’ll have to do.
Dominique’s throat contracts, his Adam's apple bobbing, as his eyes flood with desire.
Hook.
I lean in, trailing the column of his throat with wet, open mouth kisses.
He shudders beneath my touch.
Line.
“You’re not done.” I murmur against his flesh, reminding him of his earlier statement.
He bites out a curse and closes the few inches between us, pressing his forehead to mine. His warm breath fans over my face as he says, “No. I’m not done with you yet, baby girl.”
And sinker.
The endearment has the corners of my mouth kicking up into a smile. I used to hate when he called me things like that. Especially Baby Henderson. Like being Aaron’s little sister is the only title I’m worthy of. But hearing him call me baby girl, there’s just something about the way he says it that makes liquid heat pool in my belly.
Dominique dips his head and captures my lips with his own, giving me the kiss I’d wordlessly asked for.
I moan into his mouth, fingers kneading into the back of his neck when he bends low, grabbing me by the backs of my thighs as though I weigh nothing before hoisting me into his arms. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping my mouth fused with his as he blindly carries me to his still rumpled bed.
When his shins meet the bed frame, he pauses while continuing to devour my mouth. Our teeth clash together but neither one of us seems to care. Dominique’s lips are firm and demanding as he lays siege to my mouth, taking control of the kiss and forcing me into submission.
Most days I’d be inclined to fight him on it but today, I relinquish my control with little protest.
Intent on forgetting the world and sinking into the feelof his touch.
Dom’s fingers dig into my ass and I melt further into his embrace before his hold shifts on my body. He moves his hands to my hips and, with a firm grip, he shoves me away from him, throwing me onto the mattress.
I gasp, the air whooshing out of my lungs on impact, and for a split second, I’m taken with how rough he is. But the thought leaves my head almost as soon as it enters my mind when he tears his shirt over his head and shoves down both his gym shorts and briefs, leaving himself deliciously naked before me and making me breathless for an entirely new reason.
His cock juts out between us, fully erect and demanding attention. I never thought dicks were anything special. A weird-looking body part that makes you feel good assuming the guy knows what to do with it. Which can be a toss up from what I’ve heard.
But Dominique knows what to do with his and there is nothing weird about it. I was hesitant at first—because holy hell is he huge—but I’ve really developed a thing for Dominique’s dick, and I feel zero shame lying here and admiring it.
His dick is long and thick, wrapped in dark brown skin, the blunt head a few shades lighter than the rest of him.
I stare shamelessly as he wraps his hand around his erection, stroking himself with quick, firm strokes. His eyes burn as he presses one knee to the mattress between my legs, his intentions abundantly clear.
A drop of pre-cum leaks from his tip and I lick my lips, mouth watering at the remembered taste and feel of it, but Dominique doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for much foreplay. His jaw is clenched, nostrils flared. I take him in, soaking in his cruel, masculine beauty.
