Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE 

DENNIS' POV

I could feel his heartbeat against my chest when we finally pulled apart.

I was breathless.

"I have a room," he said.

My eyes widened.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered softly against my lips as I nodded.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

We left the bar together and he guided me towards the elevators on the other side.

The elevator ride up felt endless.

Every second stretched tight as he pressed me to him, his shoulder brushing mine.

When we finally arrived at the room, he let go of me to swipe the card.

The door had barely shut close behind both of us before he pulled me in. 

His mouth found mine.

The kiss was urgent and hungry, and I kissed him back just as hard. 

My hands gripped his suit jacket, silently demanding for it to be tug it off.

Meanwhile his fingers dug into my shirt like he couldn’t get close enough.

“God,” I breathed against his neck when his lips slightly grazed my skin. 

I was so hot, and hard.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Dominic,” he said in a rough voice that did nothing else but turn me on.

“Dominic,” I repeated as if I was testing the nomenclature on my tongue. 

Then he kissed me again, deeper this time, like the name itself gave him permission.

I grabbed at his shirt, yanking it open till the buttons popped out and scattered.

The floor was scattered with his tie, my jacket, his shirt and the buttons. 

I writhed underneath the ardous heat whenever his hands touched my chest.

And it felt like fire anytime his skin was pressed flush against mine.

Every nerve and every thought inside me was burned down to a single need.

Him.

We stumbled toward the bed with both our mouths locked and tongues woven.

Our hands were roaming around each other bodies as he pushed me down first.

He climbed over me with a smile that was half wicked and half desperate.

We tumbled into the bed.

It felt as if we had been starving for years and the only meal was each other.

“You are dangerous,” I whispered, 

“You have no idea,” he murmured back with eyes that glinted under the blue light.

His mouth claimed mine the second my back hit the soft large mattress.

His teeth grazed along my lower lip just before his tongue slid deep. 

My restless hands roamed over the smooth expanse of his solid musclar chest.

The warmth of his chest scorched my palms each time they moved through.

He let out thick sounds that told me to continue with what I was doing.

He sat up as my hands moved down fast to cup the big bulge in his pants.

He rolled, taking me with me and easily manuovered me underneath him.

He pressed down against me with his weight heavy but grounding.

My legs spread instinctively at the position that he had put me in.

My hips rose to meet his.

I gasped as the hard line of his arousal ground against mine through fabric.

"Please," I whispered.

"Go ahead," he groaned thickly.

I clawed at his belt and mine— desperate and fumbling to free both of us.

That was until he shoved my hands aside and tore it loose by himself. 

The sound of the buckle hitting the floor barely registered before his hand was tugging at my zipper. 

Every brush of his fingers against my cock made me shiver and ache even harder.

I hissed out loud in pain and pleasure when he finally freed me from there.

The cold air in the room was a contrast to the heat that was raging in my body. 

His hand wrapped around me, firm, confident, stroking once, twice.

"Dominic," I moaned his name as I bucked up against him with a moan.

I couldn’t bite it back.

He let out a low growl in his throat and reached out to push my trousers down.

He was quick to strip me bare while I helped my blindly kicking them off.

I managed to drag his slacks down enough to get what I wanted.

Then it was here.

Skin on skin. 

Our cocks pressed together—sliding and grinding against each other.

The friction was maddening. 

Warm shivers ran down my spine as I arched towards him on the bed.

The intense frothing between our sweat-slicked bodies nearly took my life.

I nearly died for ecstasy.

Our bodies slid against each other with his hard chest rubbing against mine. 

His mouth was busy on every part of my body—sucking, biting, hickeying.

He was just focused on leaving marks on me that burned and throbbed. 

I clutched his back.

My nails kept digging into muscle, holding on as though I could fuse us together.

He thrust against me harder and faster till our hips locked in a rhythm.

That cycle grew wild and desperate. 

I met him with equal urgency while panting into his mouth and every kiss.

I was wet and breathless, every movement tearing another sound out of my throat.

The bed creaked under us even as the blue sheets tangled around our bodies.

His hands were everywhere—gripping my thighs, squeezing my ass.

Soon, he was pressing me and pushing me down harder into the mattress.

The position he kept me was as if he wanted to fuck me straight through it.

“God,” I gasped.

But it wasn’t even a prayer.

It was surrender. 

My body was his now.

It was his playground.

It was his battlefield.

It was his altar. 

Every hard stroke of his cock against mine seemed to drag me closer to the edge.

Desire pooled deep in my belly and I knew an unbearable storm would break loose. 

My moans rose higher.

My cries became sharper.

He moved inside of me until I was trembling under him and unable to hold it back from him anymore. 

“Cum,” he groaned. “Cum for me.”

“Yes,” I agreed breathlessly.

And then, I came hard.

The orgasm tore through me like fire on dry grass dunked in gasoline.

I cried out his name.

I shuddered as I spilled my release across my stomach and his chest.

But he didn’t stop. 

He kept thrusting, grinding into me until his own breath finally hitched.

His movements became ragged.

Then, he simply buried his face against my shoulder with a deep groan. 

His cum was hot as it poured against my skin and mixed with mine.

They smeared as we moved through the last trembling waves of ecstasy together.

We collapsed on either side of the bed in a tangled heap as the wave finally eased.

My body was spent but still thrumming from the raw electricity of it.

The room smelt of wild sex, sweat and even the faint traces of whiskey. 

I was heaving, my chest rising and falling as I stared up at the ceiling.

I spared a side glance at him while I was still trying hard to catch my breath. 

He lay there, staring at me with the hungry eyes of a starving beast.

And I knew it was not over.

There would be more.

I should have felt embarrassed. 

I should have cared that I had just given myself so easily to a stranger. 

But all I felt was relief and the undeniable truth that I wanted much more.

I felt satisfied—but not sated.

I needed more.

I needed him.

Dominic.

Deep inside me.

And I would have him.