Be All, End All

Vince took a step back, pulling out. Darynn cringed. Hot and liquidy, not a good description of what your ass feels like.

A tickle on her butt made her lift her head and look back. Vince was kissing her, right on the ass. His eyes met hers and they smiled. “I’ll kiss your ass any time, Darynn.”

“You just remember that.”

He helped her up and moved beside her at the same time. She was cringing again and groaning, muscles complaining of mistreatment.

Vince pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I’ll remember.” He looked down at Dom still laid out on the bed. A small nod passed between them and then Vince took a stumbling step back. “I’m done. Find my own bed.” He was moving to the door before he’d finished.

The door closed, and then a second later another door along the hall closed.

Darynn was left looking down at a very naked and very aroused Dom, while something-rather-left-unsaid ran down her leg.

“Sleep or sex?”

She smiled. And people said she was direct. “Shower, sex, then sleep.”

“Nother shower?” He sat up a bit, on one elbow.

Darynn was already moving off the bed. “Ever been fucked in the ass?”

He raised a brow and glanced at her lower half.

“You got it, sweets.”

“Need a hand?”

She smiled, heading for the door. “I don’t think so. Not unless you want to use your tongue.”

He was scowling when she glanced back. “That’s not funny.”

“No, but I bet it’s tasty.”

“Shut it.”

Wearing clothes in this house was going to feel weird after tonight. Naked seemed to be the dress code. She showered quickly, still wet from the first go round. Ten minutes and she was clean again, and dry.

She paused outside the bathroom and looked down the hall toward the steps. It had occurred to her to just leave. So much was uncertain, so many variables. Maybe it would be easier if she left. No morning after, no awkward moments, so much simpler.

But knowing Dom, he’d probably come after her, and that would be an awkward moment. Not to mention that she’d have to get through Brian and Rome downstairs to get out.

In the end she turned toward Dom’s room with a smile. After all, she’d been forcibly invited. Brian was the one thing that, in her mind at least, stood between her and Dom, and he’d been part of the welcome party. That eased her conscious completely, for the now.

Dom was laid out on his bed, eyes closed. She pushed into the room and quietly closed the door.

“You stayed.”

Darynn smiled, “Thought you were sleeping.”

Hands behind his head, he just looked at her. What was that she’d been thinking about awkward moments?

She bit her lip, watching him watch her. How did this progress along? Why was she nervous now?

A span of thirty seconds or so passed. It felt like an eternity. They were both completely naked and alone in a bedroom for nearly the first time. That time in her trailer when she’d been more asleep than awake still felt like a dream so didn’t really count.

Darynn never thought of not looking at him. It was Dom. And he was naked. Shit, she was indecisive, not psychotic.

Finally his arms came down, a slow movement that she blatantly stared at.

“Come here.” He patted the bed next to him and she moved obediently.

He’d sat and spread his legs before she reached him. Directing her to turn she sat between his legs, facing away. Her skin, cool from her shower, could feel the heat of him so close.

The towel wrapped around her hair shifted, and then he released it completely, tossing the towel on the floor.

Darynn shuddered at the first touch of his hands as he collected her hair together.

“Are you cold?”

Soft breath whispered by her ear, adding to the shivers running down her spine. She shook her head.

Her hair tugged at the scalp as he spread it out over her back and then collected it together again. Water dripped, fingertips scraped gently, gooseflesh rose.

“You’re shivering.”

That husky whisper again. Fuck! Was he trying to kill her? “It’s you.”

His lips pressed to the damp skin of her neck feeling scalding hot. The shiver turned to a full-fledged tremble. She shook her hands and rolled her shoulders.

“I never did like having hair. But I love the feel of it,” he was saying.

Darynn closed her eyes, sighing softly as her eyes rolled from his continued ministrations. “I love having my hair played with,” she confessed. “A girlfriend in school liked to play with my hair when she stayed the night.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“I was eight.”

His hands toyed with her hair, alternating running his fingers through it, carefully working out any tangles he encountered, and spreading it out, and gathering it together. “So why do you find it erotic now?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t really see it as erotic. It just feels good. Ticklish kinda.”

“Are you ticklish?”

“Isn’t everyone?”

How long could gooseflesh stay? Every time it seemed to be fading he’d brush her with his fingers or water would drip and it would come right back.

“I’m not.”

“Is that supposed to be a challenge?” She turned to look at him but got his lips instead.

Her neck ached from the angle immediately. She sighed into him, leaning back further. The hand she raised to him felt the roughness of new growth on his cheek and rubbed. His tongue ravaged hers, the kiss deepening even more.

With his arm to support her back he turned her, her legs lifting over his to set her feet on the bed. He bent over her leaning on his arm, she was nearly lying across his lap. One hand held onto his thick arm, the other still lay against his face, now sliding to the back of his neck.

Darynn moaned into him, but otherwise just held on. Naked in his arms, his smell filling her senses, his erection pressing at her hip, and his mouth hot on hers, she was very nearly in heaven.

After long minutes he turned, slowly, muscles bulging with the effort. Taking her with him, he got one knee onto the bed and dragged her until she was in the center, beneath him.

Darynn raised her arms to hold the edge of the bed above her head as his mouth left hers to explore further south. Breasts were such a nuisance. There were biological reasons for them, but otherwise they were just there for men. Got in her way, had to dress them, and she got very little out of attention to them. Maybe after a few orgasms she might enjoy the same treatment, but right now she’d prefer her hair played with! And to top off the aggravation, men seemed drawn to the silky soft mounds.

But it was kind of relaxing, and she knew he enjoyed it.

His mouth made a path down to her belly button and then came up again. She met him open-mouthed, tongues twining. She raised her hands now. Over his prickly scalp, rasping it with her fingertips. Then she was pulling him closer, hands on his sides, gripping, squeezing. Still he didn’t come all the way over her.

Her hand found his dick and his mouth stilled on hers.

She smiled against his lips. “Thought you weren’t ticklish.” She pressed her point by dragging her knuckles along the tender soft skin of his inner leg and hip. His hips jerked in reaction.

“Unfair tactics.”

Eyes open, they stared at each other, noses touching. “Everyone’s ticklish somewhere.”

“I’m not laughing.”

She shrugged, “Neither was I.”

Her hand worked him, tugging at him, stretching the skin back and forth over his erection. “I don’t have goosebumps,” he continued to argue.

“You might have ‘em on your ass,” she suggested.

He smiled, “If I do you’re not allowed to tell.”

She nodded, smiling, “It’s our secret.” Squeezing him hard, making his eyes close slightly, she said, “Some tickles are good. Just like some pain is.”

He kissed her lips, but finally made the motions to move on top of her. “You’re a hard woman, Darynn.”

Darynn closed her eyes. Her hand on him directed him to his goal. Legs spread for him, her puss still swollen from earlier activities, he entered easily.

They both groaned as her hand slid out of the way and he was free to press home. With his elbows down beside her his whole weight was on her. She could barely breath, his chest pressed into hers, and it felt awesome.

His hands gripped the edge of the bed beside her head and instead of pulling out he pushed against her harder, not grinding, just forcing their bodies to meet completely. Darynn panted in small gusts, unable to get much air. It felt like he was trying to fuse them together, hard and hot meeting pliable and hotter. Her head cleared the edge to hang down as his force moved them.

Lips and teeth leeched onto her throat while his hands cradled her head, and finally he slid slowly out and back in.

Darynn was lost instantly. Having cum once already and then taking Vince’s punishment, the suction at her neck’s pulse point and the fingers against her scalp were all it took.

“Gaw,” she panted. He stroked and she jolted, her body primed perfectly. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.” She whispered in time with his movement, his mouth, mostly teeth and tongue, tortured her throat.

No increased tempo. He didn’t have to. Between one stroke and the next she went from whispering nearly unintelligibly to clawing at him. She yelled, unable not to as her body clenched hard, even her teeth clamping together.

Dom continued to move for a few seconds, but then stopped, penetrating but blessedly still.

Darynn twitched and panted. She could feel the small spasms of her puss continuing. It had been hard and sudden.

The mouth at her throat was now just giving light kisses. His hands raised her head slowly and his lips moved to hers.

“Okay?”

She smiled. Saying ‘yes’, would be a lie. “Do you have this effect on all your women?”

His response was a second in coming, “Just you.”

“Mmm.” Slowly she opened her eyes, the light bright after having them closed for so long. “Guess you’ll have to use me as a referral.”

A tiny frown, his lips thinned and his brows came together before he bit her chin hard enough not to be playful. Lower, his dick flexed inside her, making her mouth open in a silent gasp. Reminding her he wasn’t done?

“Ready?”

“No.”

She knew he wouldn’t listen, and he didn’t. He stroked in and out and she cried out. No mercy. So close on such an intense orgasm, she was driven mindless instantly. With his head down, his body flexed to drive into her.

Fast and hard now, he held her in place beneath him with arms beneath her, hands gripping her shoulders. He was rough, using her to one end.

Darynn tried to participate, tried to hold onto him, and reality. She pawed at his back for all of two seconds before she was clenching fistfuls of sheet and arching with him. Mouth open, but silent, she tried to just keep breathing.

A growl started in his chest, the vibration felt, the sound tickling her ear. His hold tightened, hands pulling her shoulders back, the bow of his body forcing hers to match it. He slammed into her endlessly.

Darynn wasn’t sure if she came one time, or a hundred, or not at all. She was a liquidy mass of nerves and swollen flesh being used to satisfy a raging need.

Suddenly he tensed and stilled. Held painfully tight, her breath caught. A few final jerks of his hips signaled the load he was dumping into her. With a rush of pent up breath he released her, his weight dropping to the mattress beside her. She breathed, able to for the first time. His arm over her pulled her to him, thankfully bringing her head back onto the bed.

She blinked at the ceiling, slowly focusing on her surroundings. That had brought new meaning to ‘give and take’.

His breath fanned her chest, still breathing hard. “You’re a witch.”

Darynn smiled tiredly. She slid her arm beneath his head, snuggling closer to him, and him to her. “Am I?”

“Wanted to pamper you. Treat you all nice and soft, but then you mouth off and I’m practically raping you.”

She squeezed him, one hand brushing across his head, the other his arm. “I don’t need soft, and you didn’t rape me.”

“Did I hurt you?”

Best not to answer, but no response was still an answer.

“See?” He lifted his head to look down at her. “Didn’t want to hurt you.”

Darynn smiled softly at him and shrugged, “Sometimes pain isn’t all bad.”

“It’s still wrong.”

She lifted her hand to brush her fingertips over his cheek. “You’re a big guy. Prolly got sixty, eighty pounds on me. I’da been surprised if you didn’t hurt me just a little.”

He frowned.

“Now you’re thinking of all them chicks, ain’tcha?” His eyes snapped to hers, but he didn’t deny it. “No worries. Chicks bruise easy, and they were prolly bragging the next day showing their little bitch friends.”

“Letty never bruised.”

Darynn hid her shock at hearing the girl’s name. She’d known it already, but no one in the team had told her. By some pact they didn’t speak of Dom’s former woman.

“She might have. Darker skin would hide it unless you were especially rough.”

His eyes were looking through her, at some distant memory. It didn’t look to be a pleasant one. “Letty always liked it rough.”

“She might’ve thought it was what you wanted.”

He gave a half-smile and shook his head, “No, that was just Letty. She had to do everything the hard way.”

Darynn had no idea what to say. How did you console any man about an ex from beneath him? He’d obviously cared about her, and without knowing the other side of the story it looked to her that Letty had enjoyed having man-candy at her beck and call.

“Where is she?”

He shook his head, “Gone.”

When he didn’t expound she raised a brow. Gone as in dead? Or gone as in she could pop back in someday?

After a few seconds he laid back down, his head on her shoulder, his arm over her waist. She wasn’t quite sure who was snuggling who.

“Be all, end all,” she whispered, not having any wonder-inducing advice. Keep it simple, keep it real.

Dom might’ve nodded. His head shifted against her, but she wasn’t sure.

Darynn was exhausted. Too much excitement, not enough sleep, and too many dicks. She felt sore and freshly beaten at the same time, but for now she was comfortable. Her eyelids closed on their own despite her trying to keep them open.

“Hmmm?” Her eyes tried to open. Had Dom said something?

No response came from him so she assumed she’d imagined it. But as she fell asleep a whisper of thought in her mind pondered that what she’d thought she’d heard had sounded somehow familiar.