Page 105 of Ruined
“I’m ready.”
“Good boy,” he murmured, and then he thrust in.
The sharp stretch sent heat rolling through me, so intense it stole my breath. My hands clawed at the table as his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt.
The sharp creak of the table mixed with slapping skin. The burn of the stretch mingled with a pleasure so overwhelming, my vision blurred. Each ragged breath pulled Dominic’s scent deeper into my lungs.
“Fuck, Luca,” he groaned. “You take me so damn good.”
I couldn’t do anything but moan as he grabbed my throat again, the pressure making my vision blur. My cock dipped onto the table as he fucked me hard. My forearms trembled to stay upright.
“Show me you can be good,” he demanded.
My head fell back as my orgasm exploded through me. Ropes of cum shot out, leaving a sticky mess across the table. Dominic choked me as he slammed deep inside me. He groaned, filling me from his pulsing cock. Warmth shot inside me, and he shuddered.
He stayed there, balls deep, breathing hard against my neck. His hand slid from my throat to my shoulder.
“You’re perfect like this. A fucking masterpiece.”
I swallowed hard, still gripping the table.
Dominic straightened, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips. The cool air hit my skin as he pulled away, leaving me braced against the table. My muscles ached, my body still buzzing from the intensity. Dominic’s hands lingered on my hips, his thumbs brushing circles into my skin.
“Let’s get cleaned up.”
I nodded, my throat too dry to respond. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom.
The bathroom filled with steam as Dominic turned on the shower, testing the water with his hand. He motioned for me to step in, and the hot spray washed over me.
Dominic stepped in behind me, his arms circling my waist. The water ran over both of us, and he grabbed the soap, lathering it between his hands before running them across my shoulders and down my chest.
“You’re too quiet.”
“I’m tired.”
Dominic’s hands slid lower, tracing my stomach. “I told you not to run from me.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
He kissed the back of my neck.
We finished quickly, Dominic rinsing the soap off me before cleaning himself. He stepped out first, grabbing a towel and tossing it my way before wrapping another around his waist.
He looked at me as he dried off. I caught myself staring at the sharp lines of his jaw.
Dominic smirked. “Like what you see?”
“Yeah.”
He moved closer, the steam clinging to his skin as he leaned in. His lips brushed mine, and I closed my eyes. I let myself get lost in the kiss. He pulled back, the warmth of his breath mixing with mine.
The question popped out before I could stop it. “When did you know you were gay?”
Dominic let out a long breath. “Always liked guys. I couldn’t bullshit my way through those locker room talks about big tits or whatever. I had crushes on boys, gave them stupid little gifts. One time I left a guy a love note and signed it from a secret admirer. Subtle, right?”
“What did your family think?”
The smirk slipped. “My mom didn’t give a shit as long as I kept my mouth shut. My dad, though? Different story. He’d say he’d ‘fix’ me if I embarrassed the family. So, I learned to fake it until I didn’t have to anymore.”