I continued pulling on him, pushing on him, licking, encircling, sucking, and sucking more. Opening to him, rocking on him, feeling his need and feeding from it.
His pace picked up, his need driving more, his hand gripping my hair urging me to speed up and keep sucking him down. I sucked harder, faster. I felt him tense and contract and push faster and thrust harder, and suddenly he came with an explosion of breath and my mouth filled with his cum.
I swallowed it down, and it kept coming and I kept swallowing, now easing up on all pressure, just swallowing until I had got it all down. His body relaxed and his grip on me eased, and his hand brushed my cheek and my hair in a soft caress.
And I looked up at his face when I released my mouth from the head of his cock, and he lazily smiled and said, “You are so beautiful.”
I brushed one more soft kiss to the tip of his cock, and he pulled me up into his arms. I lay on top of him for many moments as he drifted and finally came back to himself.
My nose was buried under his chin, and our bodies were a little bit sticky with sweat, but we were in no rush to move things along. We had all night. We were finally in a bed. And things were good. Things were really, really good.
We drifted for a long while. I had settled on my side, tucked into his side. He had one arm around my back, the other lightly roaming and caressing me, soothingly and teasingly all at once, and I knew we were not done. Eventually he slowed down and lifted his hand to my face, tipping my chin so he could catch my eyes with his own.
“Sienna, I need us to be really clear and on the same page about what we were talkin’ about earlier. I know you think you gotta take care of shit with Joey Ronn. But I’m tellin’ you, I need you to step down. I get that you want to be involved with takin’ him down. I see you got reason, and you deserve to have a piece of him. But this is seriously bigger than that—I haven’t figured it all out. But until I do, you have to promise me you’ll drop your plan, whatever it is, and lay low while I sort it. You got me? You with me on this? You gonna step down?”
I held his gaze for a long minute, reading his eyes, which were holding mine openly, deeply, seriously. I said the only thing that made sense.
“Okay, Dom. I’ll step down.”
He practically squeezed the life out of me then, as he tucked his face into my neck and pulled me back on top of him. I squealed a little to get him to ease up. He laughed, and did.
“Good, babe. That’s the right choice.” He pulled back from me, and I rested my forearms above his shoulders on the bed so I could look into his face. “I promise you, Sienna, I’ll let you know when somethin’ is gonna go down, and I’ll keep you informed when it’s safe for you to be. But I’m keeping you safe, first and foremost. You gotta understand, I got a stake in this, too. So I won’t drop it. It’s priority for me, too. It will be sorted, and Joey Ronn will go down. But you are not doin’ this alone anymore, and you are not in charge of the action. Okay? I am. We clear?”
“Yeah, we’re clear, Dom. But I don’t fully get it. What’s your stake in it? I mean, outside of me, what’s going on that you gotta figure out, that I don’t know?”
“Baby, I don’t wanna talk about that, not right now, not tonight. I’ll tell you sometime, but for tonight it’s been enough, yeah? Can we give it a rest and just be, now?”
“Yeah, Dom, we can do that. We can give it a rest. No more tonight.” And I offered him a little sad smile.
Then he kissed me, softly and sweetly, and his tongue slipped between my lips and met my own, and they danced together lazily and briefly. And soon after, we drifted easily into sleep.
Chapter Eight
Dom
My phone buzzed in my back pocket, and I reached down to read the text.
Pres:My office, compound. 15 min.
It wasn’t a group text. Well, this would be interesting.
I’d been hanging out in the main room at Hardcore, watching over Sienna, doing the normal thing. If one could call serving time at Hardcore normal. But at least it allowed me the obvious benefit of being able to keep an eye on my woman, making sure she was good, that nobody was hassling her.
Since she was busy talking to some guy I’d seen around a few times, I figured she was okay with him, doing her job, safe enough. Still, it never hurt to have backup. I headed over to Knuckles, who was at the bar, chatting up the hot bartender.
“Yo, Knuck, I gotta take off for a few. Watch out for my woman, yeah?”
Knuckles looked out to locate Sienna, then glanced back at me with a nod. “Sure thing.”