Chapter 5

Dominic

"You're drenched in sweat, Genni. Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, as I gently guided Genevieve to look at me.

Before I could stop her, she gripped my shirt with both hands, pulling me in for a devastating kiss. A kiss I've been wanting for so fucking long. Cupping her cheeks, I gently pulled away. This wasn't right. Rhett was sleeping in the other room and I just fucking kissed his wife…

"Dom, I…" My perfect Genni's face twisted in pain as she started sobbing into her hands. "I just want to feel something good for once…"

Fuck, I could make her feel good. I wanted to. God, I wanted to.

I wanted to grip her by her neck, force her lips to mine as I reached underneath the comforter and feel how wet she was for me, how needy her pussy was. I wanted to taste her, watch her body ride my hand as she chased the feelings she wanted.

I wanted to see her splayed out on the bed for me so I could devour her pussy, make her come over and over again until she couldn't take anymore. Once her body was taken to her limit, I'd bury my cock in her and fuck her exactly how she wanted me to. I'd fill her so full of my come she'd get the baby she wanted so desperately.

Just the thought of her perfect body, swollen with my child growing inside of her… my cock was aching in my jeans, begging for a release.

Gen's violent sobs brought me out of my lustful daze, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her so she could release her pent-up emotions. Resting my cheek on top of her head, my eyes were facing the doorway, and there was Rhett… Watching everything.

Fuck.

I gently released Gem, guiding her back to lie down with her back to the door. She didn't need to know that Rhett saw our kiss, not yet.

"It's three in the morning, Genni. Get some rest. We can talk in the morning, okay?"

She nodded and cuddled up with a pillow next to her, falling asleep almost instantly.

Okay, here we go.

Turning to leave Rhett and Gen's bedroom, I closed the door behind me, leaving it cracked open like Rhett did before. He wasn't standing there anymore, and I was dreading the conversation we were about to have. Taking a moment to shake off my nerves, I cracked my neck and took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

Slowly walking into the empty living room, I looked around for Rhett. Not here. He had to be in the kitchen… The anxiety was building in my chest as I crossed the threshold into the kitchen area. Rhett was leaning forward on the kitchen table, his head hanging in between his shoulders.

"Rhett? Can we… Can we talk?" I stammered.

Rhett visibly took a deep breath and turned to face me with dark eyes. His usual crystal blue eyes were dark, as if a storm was brewing in them. He was pissed, or at least I thought he was? Suddenly, a wicked laugh escaped his throat as we locked eyes. He stalked toward me, and I instinctively took a few steps backward in retreat.

"Talk. Right, you want to talk," Rhett said through clenched teeth, a wicked, murderous smile spreading across his lips. "Sure, Dominic, let's talk."

I was rooted in place in the space between the living room and the kitchen as Rhett stalked closer to me. Before I could process what was going on, he gripped my throat hard, slamming me into the doorframe. Trying to stifle the groan as my back made contact with the doorframe, I held eye contact. I wasn't about to back down from him. I know how reckless he gets when he's angry, and I didn't want to wake Genevieve.

"Rhett, I—"

"Shut the fuck up, Dominic," Rhett hissed, gripping tighter on my neck.

The veins in his arm started to protrude slightly, and that combined with the heat of his gaze had me ready to submit to him. My body betrayed me as my cock stiffened in my jeans. He kept his intense eyes on mine, and I couldn't help but scan his body and notice the very evident bulge in his jeans.

"How dare you kiss my wife…" Rhett said with a hint of pain in his voice. "You touched her without me there."

"Without you there…? What… What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

What the fuck is going on here? Does Rhett… Does he want me, too?

"Genevieve tells me I never take charge. I never step up and take what I want. Seeing your lips on hers… Your hands on her skin…" He paused to take a deep, shaky breath.

Was he nervous?

"I'm tired of being weak. She deserves better than that. So, you touched my wife without my permission. Now you're going to get on your fucking knees and take your punishment."

My eyes went wide, and I froze. Rhett squeezed my neck harder, pressing me into the wall.

"I said, on your fucking knees, Dominic," He growled, forcing me to my knees.

Falling harshly to my knees, I looked up at Rhett as he released my neck and started to unbuckle his belt. He made quick work of unbuttoning his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles. All that remained was his skin tight, black boxer briefs. A small wet spot was forming from his precome and my mouth watered.

Growing impatient, I reached up, yanking his boxer briefs down by the waistband, and his impressive cock sprung free. Immediately, he closed his hand around his length, pumping himself from base to tip, tossing his head back and groaning in pleasure. His free hand reached forward, fisting my hair at the back of my head, holding me in place.

"Open your mouth, Dominic. You're going to suck my dick until I come in that naughty fucking mouth of yours," Rhett commanded, and I resisted against his hold on my hair, giving me a taste of the pain I craved.

"Rhett…"

He didn't give me a chance to speak, instead he pressed his cock in between my lips. The salty taste of his precome hit my tongue, and I moaned in approval. The hand he had gripping himself began to tremble; he was nervous. I was stunned. I didn't know he was bisexual, too? Has he always wanted this…?

"Oh fuck, Dom," Rhett groaned loudly as I relaxed my throat so he could keep pushing his cock further. He released his grip on his cock and my hair, propping himself up on the doorframe above my head.

My hands found the back of his calves, encouraging him to keep going. I coughed, and gagged as he hit the back of my throat. As he pulled himself out, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him until I felt his tip on my lips. Reaching up to fist his cock in my hand, I pulled him completely from my mouth and pumped him in long, languid strokes.

"Don't you dare fucking stop, Rhett. Your cock feels so fucking good in my mouth," I groaned, sticking my tongue out to lick the precome leaking from his tip. "You taste so fucking good." Rhett groaned as I pumped him, twisting my hand as my hand neared his tip. "Stop holding back. Take me. Take what you fucking want," I moaned, pulling his cock back into my mouth.

Working in unison with my hand, I sucked and worked him until his hips began to move, thrusting into my mouth. Releasing his cock from my hand, I slid both of my hands up to the backs of his thighs, encouraging him to thrust harder. Keeping my lips sealed tight on his cock, I looked up at him. His black hair hung forward, almost covering his face, but I could see his intense blue eyes locked on mine. His eyebrows were turned up in pleasure as tears streamed down my cheeks.

I hummed in approval, and the sensation must have been just what he needed to tip over the edge.

"Oh fuck, Dom, fuck… Just like that… Such a perfect fucking mouth," he moaned as he held the back of my head with both hands, pressing himself deep inside of my throat.

His thighs shook and his muscles tightened in his legs as hot spurts of come hit the back of my throat. Rhett continued thrusting slowly, drawing out his orgasm as long as he could. His cock hit the back of my throat one last time, and I swallowed around him, drawing out as much of his come as I could.

Withdrawing his now half-hard cock from my lips, he pulled me to my feet, crashing our lips together. His tongue explored my mouth, and fuck, I hope he tasted himself in my mouth. Pulling him close to me so we were chest to chest, I deepened our kiss, pressing my cock into his hips. I was uncomfortably hard, and he reached down between us, gripping my length over my jeans.

Suddenly, the sounds of a soft moan had us pulling away from each other like we got caught by our parents. Rhett looked over my shoulder, and he grinned at me, leaning in to kiss the sensitive spot under my ear.

"We had an audience," he whispered. "Now you're going to go take care of my wife. She deserves to come in the comfort of my bed, not sitting on the floor."