Dominque (Knights to Remember) (17 page)

Dominque panted when Jacob pulled back, grabbing hold of his shirt, fisting it and holding Jacob closer to his lips. “A leash. I had a leash and a collar… I—”

That was the last straw. Jacob couldn't stand to hear anymore. He slammed his hand on the wall beside them and growled against Dominque’s lips. “Enough!”

“I want you inside me, Jacob.”

“Upstairs. Now!”

J
acob marched Dominque all the way from the party up to their room, not once daring to look at him until they were alone for fear of spinning him around and fucking him against a wall. Now they were outside the room and Dominque was all over him again, making Jacob’s resolve slip. Sex wasn’t supposed to happen, but Jacob was beyond saying no to the seductive man sharing his bed, sharing everything it seemed. In such a short time, he had become enveloped in Jacob’s life, and despite how slow he wanted to take things, Dominque and Jacob’s cock had other ideas. Ideas which in his slightly tipsy mind seemed really fucking good.

Dominque was pushed up against the wall of the bedroom as soon as Jacob slid the lock on the door, pressing his enthusiastic body against the slender one so willingly offered up to him. “No one’s ever got me so riled up before, so out of control.”

“I want that. I want you to lose your control, to lose your mind. I want you right here with me while it happens.”

“We’ll regret this in the morning.” Jacob began pulling the buttons apart on the designer shirt Dominque was wearing, quickly falling onto the creamy flesh beneath it, moaning when Dominque fisted his nimble fingers in his hair, holding him close, pushing his chest further against his lips.

“No regrets. Never with you.”

Jacob lifted him by the arse, Dominque wrapping his long legs around his hips, and he continued to suckle on his neck, carrying him to the bed where they both fell onto it—Dominque under him, body rising up, fingers tightening in Jacob’s hair, pulling at the roots and making him lose yet more control. No one touched him like this, he didn’t allow it, and yet with Dominque, it was what he needed.

When he broke contact with Dominque, it was only so he could rid them both of their clothes. He needed naked flesh, creamy skin, hot and hard. Both of them clawed at the other, not taking time to care what state they left their clothes in. Jacob’s shirt was torn from his body, Dominque’s shredding in Jacob’s fingers as it was ripped from him in a fit of lustful desire so strong it made Jacob hurt in his trousers.

Shoes were kicked off, trousers and shorts removed so quickly and without thought Jacob was surprised to find them both naked and rolling around on the bed, Dominque above him, thighs encasing his hips, cocks rigid and leaking against the other as they ground their bodies harder and faster. Jacob took over, spinning Dominque underneath him, parting his legs and lifting up his arse from the mattress, covering his swollen cock with his hungry mouth and swallowing him down. Just tasting his boy got him closer than he would like, and the nearness of his own orgasm spread through him, catching him off guard.

Knowing they wouldn’t make it any further, he jumped from the bed, hoisting Dominque to the edge, letting his head fall backward—startled, dreamy eyes met his and Jacob smiled. “Open up. I want to feel my cock in your throat.”

Dominque moaned, opening his mouth and licking the tip of Jacob’s flushed cock. As soon as he enveloped Jacob, he slid in deeper, giving him a couple of strokes before Jacob wrapped his hand around his throat, feeling his thick cock make its way down. Watching the bulge of his cock moving inside Dominque drove him wild, and he pulled out, quickly looking into Dominque’s eyes and seeking approval before he took things further.

“It’s okay.” Dominque smiled up at him. “I want this. I want to come while you fuck my mouth.”

Jacob flashed a look to Dominque’s cock, seeing how red and full it was, leaking so much it was dripping down his length. Jacob positioned his cock at Dominque’s mouth, letting him settle before sliding in, shouting out as his balls bounced around, his hand back around his neck. He watched as it bulged, struggling to fit his cock inside the slender space. Jacob pulled out, knowing Dominque would take a small breath before he pushed in and really fucked him.

It took years to achieve this level of talent and Jacob briefly felt extremely proud Dominque was using that talent on him, but then it was gone, along with everything else in the universe, because Dominque came. He shot over himself, jets of cream reaching his chest as Jacob pounded his throat with his stiff length. It tipped him over the edge knowing how much his boy enjoyed himself, and he grabbed Dominque’s throat, feeling his cock pulsing inside as he released deep inside his boy’s throat.

It took him a moment to realise the scream of pleasure came from him. Not being one to scream, he shocked himself, but then the second jolt of cream shot through his cock and he did it again, this time shouting out Dominque’s name with it.

As he slipped from Dominque’s throat, he collapsed to the floor, sucking in deep breaths as he came back down to earth, legs shaking like a newborn deer and breathing too fast.

Dominque reached backwards, touching Jacob’s face and smiling at him. “You don’t even have to touch me and I react more powerfully than I have with anyone else.”

“You're pleasing me,” Jacob breathed out. “My pleasure and yours are linked.”

“I'd live to please you, Jacob.”

“Hmm, you will do.” Jacob kissed his forehead before climbing on the bed and dragging Dominque against him.

“Touch me.”

“Give me a safeword,” Jacob whispered softly. “Please, Dominque. I need this.”

Dominque paused, tilting his head to one side before looking down at him. “Wolf.”

“Okay.” Later, Jacob would have to question why he chose that, but right then, he was just happy to have one.

“Happy now?”

“Happier.”

“I can make you a lot happier than this, Jacob.”

“Let’s find out how much.”

Jacob reached over, fiddling in the small drawer housed in the bedside cabinet where he placed a tube of lube earlier. He may not have been planning full sex, but playing was on his mind. “I want to watch you open yourself up for me.”

Dominque rubbed the lube around his fingers, smiling as he ran his hand between his thighs. “You won't see much in this position.”

“I’ll see plenty. I'm interested in more than your arse. I want to see the look on your face when you slide those fingers inside your tight hole. See you ride them while I pull my cock, getting hard over your glorious body gyrating for me like you were doing on that dance floor.”

Dominque kneeled up, parting his thighs more over Jacob’s hips, and bit his lip as he reached his entrance.

“That’s it, take it nice and slow for me. I want to memorise every little feature on your face, remember how your body reacts.”

Dominque enjoyed displaying himself, moving around like a dancer for him as Jacob ran his hand over the smooth expanse of skin on display for him. When the moment came where Dominque breached himself, both sucked in a deep breath, stilling their movements and enjoying that precious second of fulfilment.

“Jacob…” Dominque groaned, his cock rising upwards again as he worked his finger deeper inside him.

“That’s it. Tell me what you need, Dominque.”

“I need to be stretched wide by you.”

“Give yourself another finger.”

Dominque did as he was asked, mouth falling open, eyes closing, breath pausing.

“That’s it, now work them inside you. I want to see you lose it. I want this cock against your stomach before I fuck you with this.” Jacob watched Dominque look down at his cock in his hand, working his fist over his full length. “Get me hard, Dominque.”

Dominque rode his own fingers, moaning as he did, his sweet voice purring as he filled himself up. His moans became louder and Jacob slid his hand between Dominque’s thighs, feeling three of his slender fingers inside him.

“You're so ready for me. Show me where that perfect angle is. Show me what you look like when you touch that special spot deep inside you.”

Dominque tilted his hips, Jacob marking it to memory, and then Dominque really began to moan, loud and low, his cock so full and flushed Jacob took it in hand, working his swollen shaft right next to his own.

“You're beautiful. So perfect.” Jacob slid one of his own fingers inside, breaching the tight ring of muscle, fucking him deeper and faster than his own fingers were, but taking note how he touched himself for later.

“I need you!” Dominque slipped his fingers from himself and collapsed beside him, legs parted, hand on his cock, lifting his hips off the bed and offering his hole to Jacob like a wanton hussy. “Fuck me.”

Jacob was above him, pushing his legs to his chest and rubbing his cock against his opening. He wanted nothing more than to push inside Dominque’s sweet tight body, but remembering he needed condoms pissed him off. “Give me a sec.” He rushed into the bathroom, grabbing one of the condoms he always left in his wash bag before ripping it open and running it over his cock.

Dominque’s fingers were back inside him, the stunning erotic vision of him fingering himself caught Jacob by the throat and made his already stiff cock ache.

“I'm going to ride that arse so hard you won't be able to sit for a week.”

“Do it. Take me, Jacob.”

Watching Dominque’s hole twitching as he rubbed his head over it had Jacob like steel in his hand. The thought of finally filling up Dominque, feeling his body envelop him—it made him gasp. Meeting Dominque’s eyes and getting an out of focus, glassy-eyed stare back gave him the shove to finish the job.

He slid inside him, half his cock quickly hidden inside the silk-like, pulsing passage way of his perfect man. “Dominque!” Jacob threw his head back in bliss, carnal desire seeping through every bone, heart pounding so fast and loud he could hear his blood pumping around his body.

Dominque lifted up, encasing his full length in one move, both of them shouting out loud enough to wake the whole castle up. “Fuck!” Dominque ground his body against Jacob’s, riding his cock, pulling his own needy length as he gyrated on the mattress.

Jacob pulled out and slammed back into him so hard the bed shook. Dominque shuddered, his arse clamping around Jacob, the tight volcanic heat of his body pulsing around Jacob’s thick cock inside him.

Dominque grasped at Jacob’s chest and arms, seeking to be grounded while he lost control. Jacob leaned over him, Dominque’s slim legs now over his shoulders, and Jacob took hold of his wrists in his strong grip, pinning them to the bed and fucking him harder, losing control of his own body as he grunted into the sweat slicked flesh of Dominque beneath him.

With a quick shift of his hips, he was right there, right where Dominque needed him to be, pounding into his body and hitting his sweet spot on every well aimed thrust. “You're going to hold off for me,” he grunted, seeing how close his boy was. “You'll wait.” Jacob was close, his cock thickening, balls pulling tight. “That’s it,” he shouted out. “That’s what I need.” He growled, gripping Dominque’s wrists tightly, feeling him thrash under him as he held off.

“Jacob! Please, Jacob.”

“So good. You're so good.”

“Fuck me. Come in me.”

“Lay there and take it.” Jacob picked up the pace, riding him so damn powerfully he thought either Dominque or the bed would break in half.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Dominque was right on the edge, whining and grunting, biting his lip as he fought off what looked to be an earth-shattering orgasm. “Come in me!”

Dominque took over, banging back against him, forcing their bodies together so viciously Jacob couldn’t hold off, balls screaming out, cock swelling, head so sensitive he wanted to stop and just fill his boy up. Dominque couldn’t stop—he was too close, too far gone, too lost, and he rode Jacob through the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had. He’d never experienced this level of ecstasy before. He hurt it was so strong, his cock shooting jets of cum into the condom.

Dominque’s body clamped onto him, holding his cock a welcome prisoner inside him as Jacob panted heavily, watching him shoot across his chest. The pleasure Jacob brought him, sending him into a blissful state, one where he was so disoriented Jacob had to connect deeper with him, lead him back, and hold him close. He brushed his lips over Dominque’s, whispering his name, before he kissed him.

Their first kiss.

Jacob didn’t kiss his subs. He’d kissed before, but not in a long time, and Dominque tasted like heaven, his mouth parting as they breathed each other’s air, Jacob’s tongue fighting for entry between his full lips.

He could feel Dominque rising up against him, breathing faster, wrists turning in his hands, and Jacob pressed deeper and harder, demanding more. He was so lost in the moment, so eager for more of his boy he didn’t see what was happening until sharp teeth sunk into his bottom lip, the shock making him pull back.