Sweetness (13 page)

The whole way
up the elevator, down the hall, and into
the apartment we are groping and teasing and kissing.
We get to my room and begin to undress each other in a
hurry. I trip when I attempt t take off my shoe and fall on
my bed. Laughing at my clumsiness, Dominic bends
down and removes my other shoe. He pulls my hands up
so I am standing in front if him, trying very hard not to
just rip at the material between us. He twirls his finger in
the air suggesting I turn around. I feel his hands looking
for a zipper or a way to peal this dress off. I shake my
head and point to the side. He unzips the dress that is
damp with sweat and pulls it over my head. When I turn
around I feel him drinking in every inch of my body. I
feel very devilish standing before him in red satin.

I return the favor by removing his shirt over his
head, then his belt, and finally, undoing his pants I push
my hands around to the back of his jeans to squeeze his
tight ass before gliding my hands down his toned legs.

“Shower?” I whisper to him still on my knees in
front of him. He nods and yanks me up by my arms
before slapping my ass when I turn in the direction of the
bathroom.

We are both sweaty and hot from the concert and
the summer humidity. I step around him in the
bathroom stripping my panties and bra off along the way
and throwing them in his direction. I turn on the shower
and glide under the warm water. Dominic doesn’t join
me right away. Instead he watches me thorough the glass
with a strange look on his face.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going
to join me.”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Dominic says with a grin.
“In that case come in here and get a better look,” I
say as I push open the door. He steps in and I shift so he
can put his body under the showerhead. I grab my body
wash and rub it in my hands creating a rich lather. I rub
my way over his stomach and chest, enjoying the feeling
of his skin under my fingertips. He is still just standing
there watching me with this silly smile on his face
allowing me to properly soap him up.
“What?” I say, matching his goofy grin.
“You are so beautiful Emma.” He runs his fingers
down my cheek and across my jaw. “I have seen your
face every time I close my eyes since I saw you on
Wednesday.” He looks desolate now. I don’t want him to
be. I want him to be happy. Tonight is about us being
happy.
“You, I am going to miss. You sure know how to
sweet talk.” I say timidly while continuing to wash under
his arms and over his shoulders.
“I am not sweet talking you. I told you, I really
like you. Since I saw you at the bar you are all I can think
about. Not being able to see you for months is going to be
hard. I want us to talk every day. Even if it’s just for a
few minutes.”
I stop rubbing and grab the body wash again as I
smile, trying desperately not to squeak my delight like a
giddy teenager. I put more soap on my hands and pull
my arms behind his back so I can wash him while
pressed up against his chest.
“I will miss you, too. I thought about you over the
years sometimes. Wondering where you wound up.
Circumstances beyond our control kept us apart before.
Maybe this is our second chance. We just have to hold
on. I won’t be waiting by the phone, but I won’t be
searching for someone to fill my time with either. I want
to spend my time with you.”
Dominic smiles and kisses my lips before grabbing
my sponge and the body wash. He lathers up the sponge
and washes me the same way I did him. His hands feel
like they were made to be on my body as they glide up
and around me, sending shivers down my spine.
“Ok that’s enough. We are clean now. So let’s get
out and get dirty,” he laughs as he reaches for my breasts
from behind.
I wiggle free and grab two towels off the warmer.
He wraps the towel I hand him around me and grabs the
other towel from me to dry my hair. I take the towel off
my shoulders and begin to dry him. We both continue to
smile at each other when our eyes lock every now and
then. I grab the brush from the counter and brush my
hair quickly while Dominic dries himself more
thoroughly.
When he finishes he walks over and spins me
around causing my towel to fall to the floor. He scoops
me up and throws me over his shoulder, completely
shocking me; I try to wiggle free but it is all in vein. His
grip is tight around my legs and ass.
“Stay still.” He slaps my still wet ass.
“Owww…easy, baby.” When I get to the bed he
slides me down his body and looks at me like I am the
last drop of water in the middle of the desert. His eyes
look right through me and into my soul.
Creepy.
“Emma,” He pushes me on the bed so I fall on my
back. He is being a bit rough. Something I typically don’t
allow, but I trust him and he is making this fun, “I am
going to fuck you every way imaginable. I want to be
inside you, over and over and over.”
He glides on top of me, kissing me everywhere
hard and fast before stopping at the one place I need him.
Our tongues glide in and out of each other’s mouths. He
works down my neck and then to my breasts. Suckling
my nipples hard as he groans deep and loud. He is like a
starving wild animal eating his prey. This is turning me
on much more than I could ever imagine. I moan with
pleasure causing his dick to further harden against my
thigh.
He sucks and bites and kisses my stomach and my
waist. Right before he gets to my sweet spot he looks up
out the top of his eyes to gage my reaction then slips his
middle finger inside. I don’t think I see him blinking
when he watches me enjoy his less than gentle approach.
“Sweetness you are so wet,” he murmurs against
the crevice between my legs.
He is twisting his finger and rubbing the sweet
spot just beyond my opening, in just the right way, my
body arches off the bed as the intensity increases. He
leaves his finger inside of me as his tongue gently flicks
across the highly sensitive area that is pulsing with my
heartbeat.
This is not slow or passionate like last night. No.
This is something else entirely. Needy and primal. He
continues to pleasure my body, sending blissful waves of
ecstasy throughout.
Worshiping me. Relentlessly my body clenches
under his assault and builds almost instantly. Feeling me
clasp around him, Dominic stops. Unable to keep my
eyes open I feel him slide up my trembling body and ram
himself inside me, without warning. My insides grip his
cock and pull him deeper with each thrust. Moaning his
name and praying to god he stops, or never stops, I’m
not really sure which; he slides backwards off the bed
watching as I come down off the natural high he gifted to
me.
He pulls my ankles down so my butt is barely
hanging on to the edge of the bed and throws my legs
over his shoulders. He grins a wicked grin and slowly
sinks himself into my blossoming womanhood; filling me
with everything he has. He’s so deep I can feel his thighs
on my behind and just when I think it is as good as it is
going to get, Dominic gyrates his hips to rub me all over
inside. The feeling of him against me is so painfully good
I can feel another rush washing over me.
“Oh god, I can’t do this again.” I feel like I am
going to die. What a great fucking way to go!
“That’s right Emma. I can feel how much your
body wants me,” he grits through his teeth, “ I want you
to tell me how much you want me. Tell me how much
you need me.” I instinctively answer each question with
a load moan.
These are rhetorical questions, correct?
He suddenly stops and I feel like a kid who has
had her candy ripped from her hands. “Tell me, Emma.
Tell me how good it feels.” He moves at a snails pace,
driving me insane.
Shit, I have to answer. What the hell do I say?
“Dom… feels…. good. I want you.” I cannot
manage to complete a coherent sentence. I desperately
need relief but he grabs my hips and pins them on the
bed when I rock against him. He kneels down and slides
me off the bed on top of him.
“Go on.” He stares, watching me like a painting on
display. “Speak baby.”
Needing him to pick up the pace, I continue. “I
want you inside me. I need to feel you inside me. All of
you.” Beaming, he slides me down his length. His
thickness filling every inch of me.
I don’t know why I feel the need to keep talking.
The more I speak the happier he gets and I’ll be damned
if it isn’t the best feeling in the world to put that look on
his face.
“Only you can get me this turned on. Watching
you on stage…it got me so wet. I wanted to fuck you
right in front of all those people.” That was his undoing.
With a vicious growl and a bite on my shoulder Dominic
Ross possessed me that night; mind, body, and soul.

At 10 A.M
I open my eyes, pleased to still be still in
Dominic’s arms. It is a very odd feeling, waking up to a
man in my bed. Never have any of my dates resulted in a
sleepover. I pull back slightly so I can marvel at the sight
before me. I watch him while he sleeps, admiring his
beautiful features that are highlighted by the sun
shinning through the windows. His naturally blond hair,
tipped with platinum highlights, shimmer like a halo
around his head. Almost like an angel.

My angel.
Chancing he may wake up, I run my finger across
his squared jaw, scraping my finger against the day old
stubble that makes him look more rugged. When I shift
the sun catches his piercings and casts a dancing light
over the ceiling as he breathes. I can’t help but twist them
between my fingertips. The whole package is just
breathtaking.
“Morning, baby,” I breath as he opens his eyes to
reveal the emerald green jewels that sleep was
concealing.
He smiles. Not just any smile. A smile that tells me
he is happy.
“Good morning, Sweetness.” Dominic reaches
across my body and pulls me closer so he can kiss my
nose. I can feel his erection between us and my body
reacts by grinding my hips into him. “Sleep well.”
“Sleep, what sleep? You kept me up all night.”
Unable to keep the naughty thoughts from flooding my
brain, my voice comes out a little raspier then I wanted it
to.
“I would have kept you up longer if I thought you
could take more.” He pecks slow leisurely kisses across
my collarbone. His stomach growls, breaking us from
our intimate moment.
“Hungry? I’ll get up and make breakfast. You can
sleep a little longer.”
I pop out of bed and he pulls me back by my wrist. Fully
exposed in the unforgiving morning sunlight I am very
much aware of my nakedness. I pull the sheet off him
and take it with me when I break free from his death
grip.
“Ummm…good in bed and she can cook. My kinda’
woman.”
Dominic flops back on my bed in all his full
morning glory, without so much as a twitch of
embarrassment. Perfection is the only think I can think
when I look at him.
“Eggs, bacon, coffee, ok.”
“Yup, sounds good to me.” I search my closet for
sweets and a t-shirt to put on. I pick up my clothes from
last night, which are haphazardly thrown all over the
floor, and put them in a pile next to the bathroom door
before I freshen up.
When I walk into the kitchen I see Wanda making
coffee. Looking her usual fresh as a daisy self.
“Morning Wanda,” I sing song.
“Is it?” She peeks down the hall to make sure my
door is closed. “Do you have company?” She pulls my
arms to close the gap between us and lowers her voice.
“Yea, why what’s wrong.”
“Max told me about Glen being at the club last
night. I made sure I kept a watchful eye on him. I even
switched sections with a new girl so I could serve his
area. He was with some girl…and he was being a little
rough with her. He kept telling her to shut up. I even
overheard him say she needed to act right and not a like
a whore. Then…”
What Wanda is saying chills my blood. He used to
tell me the same thing. In fact he told me those same
words last night. Perhaps his date was taking the brunt
of his assault because of the things I said. Guilt for the
girl I don’t even know flashes inside me.
“When he saw you on stage, you know when
Dominic was singing to you, he got…I want to say he
looked jealous. He was mad and just sat at the table not
taking his eyes off you the entire time. I was watching
him from a few feet away because I didn’t know what he
was going to do. When the song was over and the lights
came on he grabbed his dates arm and practically threw
her towards the door. He said they were leaving because
she was an embarrassment to him.” I hear a door open
and close from down the hall and expect to see Dominic
come around the corner but instead, it’s Max.
“Morning,” Max greets. We both exhale when we
see him and not my overnight guest. “What, are you two
being quiet about?”
“We were talking about what happened last night
with Glen,” Wanda explains.
“I don’t want to talk about that sick fucker this
early,” Max growls as he pulls the stool at the breakfast
bar back.
“Look guys, Glen Maser is a sick son of a bitch. He
will never hurt me again. If his date was stupid enough
to stay there with him than that’s on her. I know first
hand what he is like and the further I stay away from
him the better.” I state as I open the fridge.
“More sibling rivalry…huh,” Dominic mutters as
he rounds the corner into the kitchen. We all freeze, not
knowing how much of the conversation he actually
heard. He walks behind me and kisses the back of my
neck as I turn to put the ingredients for breakfast on the
counter. With his chin on my shoulder and his hands on
my waist he eyes Max sitting at the breakfast bar. “Max,
right? You live here too?”
“Yes and no. I live with Emma’s brother Mark in
Brooklyn.” Max and Dominic silently size each other up.
I am almost surprised they didn’t whip out there dicks
and measure them right in the kitchen. Men.
“I wanted to make sure Wanda got home okay
and since it was late I crashed here.”
“Oh cool. So you two are dating?” He points
between Max and Wanda causing us to bust into a fit of
laughter.
“No! Max is like my brother. We grew up
together.” Wanda is often asked that question, about her
and Max. It used to piss her off but now we just laugh
when people ask.
“Oh, sorry.” Dominic leans with his hip against
the counter next to the stove watching me prepare
breakfast like he has never seen it done before. I hand
him coffee and tell him to have a seat.
“So is this the official meeting of the I hate Glen
Maser fan club.” He asks breaking the silence. I
immediately tense at the sound of his name but keep a
fake smile on my face, giving nothing away.
When no one speaks I know I have to say
something or he is going to get suspicious. I grip the
sides of the counter and look right at Dominic with a
glare that is probably colder then what he was expecting.
“Yes it is. I hate Glen because he is a vindictive
asshole who has always treated me like shit. He is evil
and manipulative, and a sociopath. We have never gotten
along and that nice guy act last night was for your
benefit, not mine. He is a sadistic son of a bitch and if I
never see him again it will be too soon.” I cock my head
to the side and plaster a sickly sweet smile on my face as
I gage his reaction. He just looks at me in disbelief that I
just spewed all that out.
“Well than…tell me how you really feel.” He
jokes. The mood lightens as I take the rest of my
aggression out on beating the eggs. “I know Glen is a
little rough sometimes. I don’t know what your
relationship is with him, but if he is not nice to you when
I am gone please let me know, Emma. I will come back
here and kick his ass if necessary.”
“No need. That’s my department.” Max interjects
with a possessive tone, never taking his eyes off me. Max
has always had my back. He would never let Glen hurt
me.
“Well if you need help Max, you let me know. I
am glad Emma has such good friends that look out for
her.” He speaks to my back as I continued to cook.
“Don’t worry Dominic, I can handle what Max
can’t,” Wanda adds throwing a crumpled up paper towel
in his direction.
“You know what’s funny though. If he had an
issue with me seeing one of his sisters, I don’t know why
he never had an issue with Holly and me going out.”
“Ohhhhh, shit,” Wanda mutters quietly as I turn
around abruptly with fury in my eyes.
“You dated Holly.” I accuse.
Oh, I am pissed. Beyond pissed. If he fucked Holly
I swear I am going to burst into flames.
“Say no…say no,” Max whispers into his coffee
mug quietly, trying desperately to tell Dominic the right
answer. Dominic looks at Max briefly, and then back at
me.
“Not really dated. We just went out a few times.
Glen introduced me to her not long after-“ He paused.
Like he knew there was no good way to say what was
coming next.
“I told you to say no.” Max whispers again before
looking up at me.
I suddenly suffer from some sort of tick disorder.
The rage burning in my belly has no way out other to
scream. But I can’t do that. I don’t want to scare him off. I
am not about to fight crazy with crazy.
“Finish what you were going to say,” I spit out
through my clenched jaw.
“Don’t do it. I wouldn’t.” Max whispers again to
Dominic.
Dominic’s eyes don’t leave mine. He knows I’m
pissed but he can’t figure out why. He almost looks
worried. Mt. St. Emma to blow if he doesn’t start saying
shit that I want to hear.
“Shut up Max,” Wanda shouts at him while he
stares into his coffee mug as if it holds all the worlds’
secrets.
“I guess he thought, maybe you were too young.
Since Holly is older…I don’t know. He introduced her to
me and we hung out a few times. She wasn’t my type so
it never went any further.”
“Did you sleep with her?” If I could breath fire
when I speak I would. There is a burning in my chest that
I can’t stifle. The thought of him with Holly makes me
physically ill.
“Dear Lord,” Max looks up at the ceiling, “let the
answer be no.”
“MAX!!!” Wanda and I both shout.
“I didn’t, no. I swear. She’s not my type. She was
clingy and dumb as a box of rocks. I couldn’t carry a
conversation with her that wasn’t about tanning, or the
beach, or her. Glen kept insisting I take her out some
more, but I said no. We never did anything great. Just
pizza or the boardwalk. Stuff like that.” Dominic walks
around the counter, pulling the spatula out of my hand
and snaking his arms around waist. Wanda takes over
cooking the eggs and Max looks at anything but us.
“Look. I don’t know what the deal is with you,
and Glen, and Holly, but they have nothing to do with
you and me.” They have everything to do with it. Glen
introduced Dominic and Holly to hurt me; right after he
pulled me away from him.
But Dominic didn’t know that. I can’t let him
know what Glen’s sick plan was. He would never look at
me the same. He calls me sweetness for Christ sakes. I
can’t tell him my darkest secret. It would only taint our
relationship, or whatever the hell we are doing here.
“Glen and Holly are terrible. They made my life
hell for a lot of years. Bottom line is, they hate my mother
for splitting up their parents and they took out their
issues on me. The devil spawns can rot in the darkest
place in hell for all I care. I know he is your friend and I
can’t help that, but don’t include me-“
“Okay. ‘Nuf said. I get it.” He holds his hands up
in defense. “All families have issues-” Wanda chokes on
her coffee.
Dominic’s eyes shoot in her direction, curiously
trying to figure out what was not being said. “You all
obviously have reasons for hating him. I will respect that
in the future.” With that being said, the conversation was
over quicker than it started.
As we ate breakfast together we talked about the,
Lost, promo tour. Dominic explained they are playing in
Pennsylvania this coming week, then working their way
south until they get to Miami. After, they head out to
Texas and up the west coast before trekking back
through Middle America.
Once the album is released, they go back on tour
in the US for 6 months. The only thing I can think of, is
that he will be gone for a long time. Dominic suggested
that I try and get Gabe to let me be on the team for his
bands publicity so I would be able to see him more often.
That would be great. I am sure my father would
let me. Gabe is a different story.