9. Calista

9

CALISTA

I slowly come to my senses, blinking my eyes open and then shutting them against the morning light. It takes a second to remember where I am and how I got here, but when I do, a warm, tingling sensation rolls through my body.

Domino.

Rolling over in bed, I’m ready to snuggle up with him, but then I see he’s sitting up with a book in his hands. I blink a few more times as his image comes into focus. Domino is propped up against the headboard, shirtless and sexy as hell, wearing a pair of glasses I’ve never seen while nose-deep in a well-worn copy of The Hobbit .

I take a moment to appreciate yet another softer side to the normally grumpy biker. The early morning light blankets the contours of his muscles, highlighting his stunning physique and making my mouth water. I still can’t believe that this man wants me , that finds me attractive and worthy of his attention.

“I didn’t take you for a Tolkien fan,” I say, finally breaking the silence.

Domino startles and immediately closes the book. He practically throws his glasses off, and oh my god, is he blushing? He’s freakin’ adorable and I can’t believe he’s all mine.

“I, uh…” he stutters out, clearly flustered.

I sit up and snuggle against him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I like a well-read man,” I whisper, kissing him again.

Domino smiles, opening up his arms so I can get closer. “You better not tell any of the guys at the club,” he grumbles before kissing my forehead.

“They don’t know you can read?” I gasp dramatically and look up at him with wide eyes.

Domino narrows his eyes at me, tickling my bare belly and nipping my jaw and earlobe. I giggle and fall to the side, curling up to protect myself from his tickle attack. He rolls me onto my back, holding himself up with a hand on either side of my head.

“What am I going to do with you?” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips while he shakes his head. Without giving me a chance to answer, Domino leans down and takes my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.

The word and all its troubles melt away when we’re together like this. I may not have much experience, but my body moves on its own, my lips finding his over and over while we get lost in our passion.

Finally, Domino pulls away to catch his breath, flopping down beside me on his back. “You’re incredible,” he breathes out, his hand finding mine on top of the sheets. Our fingers weave together naturally, and everything in me feels calm and at peace.

“What time is it?” I ask, sitting up in bed. It just occurred to me that it’s Tuesday and I still have a job to get to.

Domino pulls me back down and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Still early,” he answers. “Only a little after six. Are you able to work from home? You have your computer and everything. I don’t want to scare you, but I can’t stand the thought of you leaving my side. Not until the guys and I figure out a game plan.

I think through his question and nod, knowing I’m able to work from home. Especially since he’s my only client. “Yeah, that makes sense. I can stay here and work.”

"Good. Otherwise, I'd have to follow you into the office, and that might raise some eyebrows."

I laugh at the image of Domino’s hulking body weaving in and out of the desks or stopping at the water cooler to gossip. “Fair enough.”

“Stay here while I make us breakfast,” he says, hopping out of bed. I stare at his naked body, unable to stop my jaw from dropping slightly. I can see every part of him so much clearer in the light, and god, he’s like… intimidatingly gorgeous and ripped. I knew he was, but it still shocks me every single time. “Baby, you can’t look at me like that,” he groans.

I grin, staring right at his dick, which is growing thicker and harder by the second. I lick my lips, making Domino growl.

"Breakfast," he snarls before pulling on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I smile and flop back down in bed with a satisfied sigh. My emotions have been all over the place these last few days, but right now, I'm going to enjoy the good feelings while they last.

Hours later, I’m set up at the kitchen table with my laptop and phone, though I’m more than a little distracted. I keep picturing Domino’s chiseled, naked body glowing in the sunlight. I rub my thighs together and wiggle in my seat, not sure if I’m trying to stave off how turned on I am or if I’m trying to satisfy the seemingly endless need he’s opened up in me.

After another hour, I'm still distracted and more than a little sexually frustrated. The work day is nearly done and I haven't seen Domino in far too long. He went down to the basement a little bit ago to organize a few things and find something for the club, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I miss him. For having never even kissed anyone before Domino, I feel completely absurd for now needing his hands on me, his mouth on mine, his heated touch everywhere all the time.

I scoot my chair back and stand up, shaking my hands and stretching my neck. Maybe I just need a glass of water. I grab a cup and fill it up, drinking the entire thing in just a few gulps. God, my thighs are trembling and I can feel how soaked my panties are. Domino did a load of laundry this morning, but I’m still wearing his clothes aside from my underwear.

My hand slides down my body almost without my permission. I cup my most sensitive area, gasping at the heat as I stroke myself through the fabric. Leaning against the counter and propping myself up with one hand, my motions grow harder, more desperate as I rub myself with the other.

Just then, the basement door swings open and Domino is standing in the kitchen, staring at me while I clumsily touch myself in an attempt to feel a fraction of what Domino made me feel last night.

I turn around to face him, unsure of what he’s going to do. I should feel embarrassed, mortified, even, but the scorching look in Domino’s hazel eyes only turns me on more.

“Come here,” he snarls, his eyes locked on the hand I still have hovering over my throbbing pussy.

I withdraw my hand and take a few steps in his direction before my knees start to shake. Adrenaline, lust, and excitement rattle through my bones, along with a spike of anxiety that only turns me on more. It’s terrifying and exhilarating and I can’t wait for more.

Domino closes the distance between us, pressing me against the nearest wall. The hard slats of his muscles tense against my soft curves as he cages me in with his arms on either side of my head. I look up into his deep hazel eyes, seeing a desire so bright and hot it should scare me away. Instead, it heats me up from the inside out, making me bold in my desperation for more.

I loop my arms around his neck, my fingers digging into his slightly shaggy, perfectly messy hair. Pulling him down, I nip at his lips, breathing him in and melting against him as we fall into a drugging kiss. Domino growls into my mouth, dropping his hands from the wall to cup my ass. He helps me grind against his hard cock, creating just enough friction to drive me insane. It’s not enough. I need more.

Whimpering into his mouth, I cling to him, molding myself against his body, trying to climb this beast of a man. He growls again and lifts me up with two hands on my thighs, using his body to press me against the wall as he rubs his thickness against my core. I let out a moan, tipping my head back as I shamelessly squeeze my thighs around his hips and grind my pulsing, dripping pussy against him.

“Jesus,” he grunts into the side of my neck before kissing me there. “I can feel your heat.”

All I can do is whimper as he takes my mouth once more in a searing kiss. The next thing I know, I’m being carried and then placed on a hard surface. Breaking the kiss, I look around and realize I’m sitting on the dining table. Domino steps between my legs and nuzzles into my neck, his hands gripping my hips in a tight hold.

Domino breathes against my lips, his thumb pulling my chin down. He fills my mouth with his breath once, twice, then a slow, rolling lick of his tongue. A shudder wracks his body and he grabs my knees, spreading them wide and jerking me to the edge of the table.

“Your lips are so fucking sweet, Calista,” he murmurs before diving back in. His hands trail up my thighs, pushing the oversized shirt of his I’m wearing up higher and higher.

I whimper into his mouth, then gasp when his thumbs brush against the fabric of my cotton panties.

“M-more,” I stutter out, unable to hide the desperate tone in my shaky voice.

“So wet for me,” Domino grunts. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. Even just that light, teasing touch makes me ache for so much more. “Need me to make you come, beautiful?”

I nod my head and wiggle my hips, trying to get him right where I’m hurting the most. “Please,” I whisper, fisting his shirt.

Domino doesn't waste a single second. He presses his thumb against my panty-covered pussy, rubbing my clit in light, teasing circles. The fabric scrapes against my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me jerk forward and press my face against the side of his neck. Domino grunts in approval then slips his hand under the waistband and touches me for real.

I bury my face deeper into his neck, muffling the loud moan that escapes my lips. His fingers slide through my soaking wet folds, stroking me up and down but never quite touching me where I need him the most. I tilt my hips, seeking relief, but Domino just chuckles darkly.

“You need something from me?”

“Mmhm,” is about all I can say at the moment.

“Need me to fingerfuck this tight, wet little pussy?”

“Y-yesss,” I moan.

“Need me to give you the release your sexy, curvy little body is hungry for?”

I nod my head, then gasp and fall forward into his chest as he rubs the rough pad of his finger over my clit. Domino grunts in approval before crashing his lips down on mine. I immediately open up for him, letting him take control. I’m at his mercy, completely surrendered to the pleasure only he can bring.

When his thick finger circles my pulsing entrance, I cry out, the jagged, broken sound echoing around the kitchen. I feel myself tense and release, more of my arousal dripping out of me and coating his hand.

“God, Calista. So fucking responsive,” he whispers, more to himself than to me.

I’m still so inexperienced, but some primal instinct takes over as lust trickles through every vein, every cell, hitting me deep in my core. Releasing my hold on him, I lean back, setting my hands down on the table behind me. I open my legs wider and tip my head back, letting him do whatever he wants to me.

He growls, the savage sound rattling my bones and making me impossibly wetter for him. Domino leans over me, gently brushing his lips over my exposed neck as his finger thrusts into me, stretching me wide open.

“Shit, baby. So damn tight,” he groans.

Domino slowly slides in and out of me while grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. I arch my back, shoving my cunt down on his finger, silently begging for more. Domino gladly obliges. He shoves two fingers inside me, curling them up and stroking some incredibly sensitive spot over and over.

“Oh God,” I whimper. “Fuck, Domino, fuck…”

“That’s it, Calista. I feel you. I feel this tight little cunt squeezing me so damn good. I know you want to come for me.”

All I can do is whimper. My soft, urgent cries grow louder and louder as the pressure deep in my core expands and pushes all the air out of my lungs. Domino leans over me and winds his fingers in my hair while still owning my pleasure and my pussy with his other hand.

He tugs gently but firmly on my long locks, forcing my gaze to meet his. Hungry, almost feral hazel eyes stare back at me. Our heavy breaths mingle, his lips barely touching mine.

“Come for me, baby girl. Come on my fingers. Fill my hand up with your release. I want it all. It’s mine.”

His dirty words make me shiver and spread my legs wider, wanting that. Wanting to obey him. Wanting to give him everything he demands of me.

“I-I-I’m…”

“Yes, fuck yes,” he groans right before swallowing down my cries of pleasure.

There’s a deep tugging in my lower belly, followed by an incredible, painful, blissful rush of liquid heat. All at once, my orgasm erupts from my core, wave after wave of molten lava flooding my body, singeing my nerves as I spasm and jerk and gasp for air.

Domino groans, his fist tightening in my hair while his other hand never lets up its assault on my pussy. He doesn't slow down, doesn’t let me catch my breath before a second orgasm splinters into the first one. My arms and legs shake and then go numb. All I can feel are his fingers scissoring inside of me, stretching, stroking, owning me completely.

I’m drained of every damn thing when he pulls his hand out of my pussy, nearly collapsing on top of the table. Domino grins, a dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes. I’m shocked when he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks off my juices. A whimper falls from my lips when he closes his eyes and growls.

Domino pulls me up and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I’m still out of breath and trembling when we break apart.

I get a wicked feeling in the pit of my stomach, urging me off the table and down on my knees. I have no idea what I’m doing, I just know that I want to do it. I need to do it. Domino looks down at me with wide eyes, dark with lust.

“You don’t have to—” His words die on his lips, swallowed up by a loud groan when I rub my palm up and down his huge, hard dick.

I look up at him, satisfied beyond reason that his face is twisted up in pleasure. Working quickly, I undo his belt and zipper, eager to touch him the way he touched me. The desperate, devilish ache in my core rises up when I see a drop of white, pearly liquid form on the tip of his throbbing cock.

I lean forward and lick it up, gasping at the salty, earthy flavor. Domino growls, which makes me moan and wrap my lips around him. God, he barely fits in my mouth, but I want more. I swirl my tongue around the head, rubbing my tongue along the little slit on top. He grunts, sounding almost like he’s in pain.

I keep exploring him, licking the large vein on the underside of his cock, teasing him with kisses, then finally swallowing him down again, choking on his length. Domino tangles his fingers in my hair, holding me still. I can’t tell if he wants me to stop or go deeper. I know what I want, and I don’t want to stop.

“Calista,” he growls, tightening his hold on my hair. The strands pull against my scalp, the slight sting hitting me right between my legs. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”

I beam up at him, unreasonably proud of his praise. It makes me want more. More of his words, more of his cock, just…more. Relaxing my jaw, I slide down another inch, then another, until he hits the back of my throat.

Domino cups the side of my face, holding me still. I look up at him and see a need so great, so desperate, I know I'm going to do whatever he asks of me to satisfy him. Slowly, Domino moves his hips, pulling out of me and then pressing back in. I suck him down, hollowing out my cheeks as he takes control, fucking my mouth.

“Jesus,” he grunts, snapping his hips. He’s thrusting in and out of me faster now, rougher than before. I take all of it, everything he’s giving me. I feel a surge of pride when he starts shaking, clearly losing control.

My hands move on their own, reaching up to grab his ass and keep him deep inside my mouth. Domino lets out a string of curse words as his dick twitches and swells up. I suck him down further, the tip of his cock popping into the back of my throat. Domino trembles almost violently, then bursts inside me, his hot cum trickling down my throat in forceful waves. I moan and drink down every last drop before licking him clean.

Sitting back on my heels, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look up at this beast of a man. He’s breathing heavily and staring at me like I’m a goddess. I feel like one in this moment. His goddess. I feel powerful and sexy for perhaps the first time in my life.

Domino helps me up and thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, kissing the breath from my lungs. "So beautiful," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around me.

After a little while, he steps back, smirking when he looks over my shoulder. I turn and see exactly what he’s looking at, my face heating at the pool of sweat and cum I left on the table from my mind-blowing orgasm. “Oh my gosh,” I gasp.

“I love it,” he says, giving me a wink. “I’ll clean it up and then make us dinner while you go wash up,” he adds as he pulls on his pants. “Grab whatever clothes you need from my dresser.”

I smile dreamily at him, hardly believing how sweet he is. “If you’re not careful, I might just fall in love and stay here forever.” Domino freezes and I cover my mouth with my hand. Did I really just say that? It’s far too soon and too clingy–

He turns and cups my chin, putting a stop to my racing thoughts. “I’ve already fallen so hard for you I’m never going to recover, Calista. When you’re ready to find out how true those words are, let me know.”

The man kisses the air from my lungs, pouring out every emotion, every truth, every unspoken word in his beautiful soul.

Domino takes a step back, leaving me reeling and wanting more. I'm completely speechless as he turns and heads into the kitchen, washing his hands before looking in the cupboard for ingredients as if he didn't just turn my world upside down.

I’m ready to find out everything about this man and how true his words are.