Rules are there to be broken, right?
Dominic Hunt never played by the rules. The campus playboy till the end of time. Half British heartthrob. Hitter of the Year. Classic Car maniac. Rockstar. Ruler of campus.
His life was predictable-a never-ending...
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In the backseat of the car, I let out a breath, apologizing softly, "I'm sorry the car's all wet—"
But Dominic doesn't reply. Instead, he cupped my cheeks, his gaze intense and unwavering. Feeling my heart beating harder in my chest, I feel my cheeks already blushing. And slowly.. with undeniable certainty, he finally leaned in.
The kiss was filled with a quiet urgency, the ones that sent your heart racing. But as it deepened, I gently pulled back, fingers reaching for the zipper of my denim. Slowly, I pulled them down.. letting him watch as I revealed myself.
His breath catched, eyes lingering, taking in the delicate black lace bra against my skin. Lifting his gaze back to me, he murmured, voice soft—full of awe, "You're so beautiful," before leaning in to kiss again.
I felt the heat heightened as his kisses went fervent, scrambling to open his damp shirt—helping each other shed layers.. until only our briefs remained. He fired kisses on my neck—biting my earlobe, before his lips brushed against my ear as he murmured,
"Can I taste you?"
Breathless, I pulled him back in for a kiss.. before nodding. A small smirk crossed his lips as he slowly kissed his way downward. His large hands traced my waist.. fingers hovering over my breast.. to below my belly. The anticipation was too overwhelming—and I can't help but let out a soft moan. His head dipped, and I could feel his voice low against my skin, murmuring, "Moan for me, baby."
And his thumb entered me.
It moved with deliberate intent—I gasped, squirming as he matched the rhythm to the heat building inside of me. Holding in a loud moan, I disobey him—so he slowly thrusted it deeper—"Dom—"
His name can't help but escape my lips, a breathy plea, and it seemed to turn him on—since he only intensified his movements, whispering in your ear, "Say it again, Ren. Say my name—"
"Dom!"
He shifted, replacing his thumb with his index finger as he licked on me—and a different sensation vibrated all over me. His gaze never left my face as he brought my body closer.. and closer to the edge, fingers working in sync with his tongue, urging me to surrender. The sensation left me gasping, every nerve alight.
"Fuck—Dom, yes—!" I pant. And it made him go harder. And I moaned harder, till I can't take it anymore, the deliberate movement of his finger sent me to euphoria, eventually spasming. "F—fuck!"
I grabbed into his fluffy hair, holding for dear life. His eyes held a smirk of satisfaction as he raised his body closer to mine—only to put his wet finger for me to suck. Feeling weak, I obeyed, face flushed. A mischievous spark in his eyes as he teased, "Didn't know that beautiful mouth of yours could be so dirty, love," and he withdrew his finger—only to touch me again. He never intended to stop. And it sent me to—
