Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 020

CELESTE

Dominic stared at me, a mischievous smirk spreading across his lips.

“Oohhhh. I’m curious.”

I turned my head toward Julian’s house. Through the curtain of the living room window, I saw a shadow. A figure standing there, looking out. I could not make out who it was clearly, just the silhouette of someone watching the car. A male. I had a strong feeling it was Julian.

I stared for a while. Then I turned away, focusing my attention on Dominic, who had not stopped looking at me. The heat in his gaze made my thighs clench together beneath the hem of my short dress.

I leaned forward and unzipped his jeans. The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet car. I reached inside his boxers and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. He was already half-hard, but he swelled instantly in my grip, thickening, lengthening, his skin hot against my palm.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his head falling back against the headrest.

I stroked him once, slowly, from base to tip, feeling every ridge and vein beneath my fingers. His cock was beautiful and long, the head already flushed a deep, angry red. A bead of pre-cum pearled at the tip, glistening in the dim light, and I swiped my thumb across it, spreading the slick moisture around the crown.

He let out a low groan, his hips twitching under my hand.

“Look at me,” I told him.

His eyes opened, dark and heavy-lidded.

I lowered my head and took him into my mouth.

“Fuck, yeah…” he groaned.

His taste hit my tongue first. Salt and musk and the unmistakable flavor of his arousal. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked gently, my tongue circling the sensitive rim, tasting the pre-cum that beaded there. His hand found my hair, not guiding, just resting there, his fingers curling gently against my scalp.

I took him deeper. I let my throat relax and swallowed him down, inch by inch, until the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat and my nose brushed against the coarse hair at the base of his shaft. I stayed there for a moment, breathing through my nose, feeling him pulse against my tongue.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his voice strained. “Your mouth is fucking incredible.”

I pulled back slowly, letting my tongue drag along the underside of his shaft, then took him deep again. I set a rhythm, slow and deliberate, my cheeks hollowing with every downward stroke, my hand working the base of his cock in tandem with my mouth.

The sounds he made drove me wild. Low groans. Sharp intakes of breath. The quiet, ragged sound of him saying my name under his breath like a prayer.

But this was as far as I could go.

I pulled off with a wet pop and licked my lips, tasting him on my tongue.

“I love the way you taste,” I told him, holding his eyes as I zipped him up. “I’ll be seeing you around, game partner.”

I reached for my bag.

“Hold on.” His voice stopped me cold.

I looked at him.

“You have to finish what you just started.”

I stared at him in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

He unzipped his pants again. This time he pushed them lower, shoving the denim and his boxers down his thighs, freeing his cock completely. It stood proud and fully erect, thick and glistening with my saliva, the head swollen. He adjusted himself in the driver’s seat, spreading his thighs wider, his hand wrapping around his shaft and stroking once, slowly.

“I mean,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “that you got me this hard and now you’re going to take

care of it. All of it.”

I raised my brows. “But your arm…”

“Trust me.” His eyes were hungry. “This injury on my arm makes it even better.”

Hearing his words, I realized what he had done. Earlier, he had pretended he could not eat with his hand. He had let me feed him. He had let me believe he was helpless so I would lean in close.

I scoffed, a smile spreading across my face. Then I bit my lower lip.

“How can I say no to that?”

I got off my seat and moved toward him. The center console was in the way, so I climbed over it, my dress riding up my thighs as I straddled him in the driver’s seat. The leather was warm beneath my knees, the steering wheel pressing into my back. His hands found my hips immediately, pulling me forward until I was flush against him.

I could feel his cock pressed between us, hot and hard against my thigh.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around him again, stroking slowly, feeling the weight of him in my palm. He was so thick I could barely close my fingers around him. The head was slick with the fresh bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

You want this cock in your mouth again?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Or do you want it somewhere else?”

I met his eyes. “I want it in my pussy.”

“Then take it.”

I lifted my hips and reached between us, pulling my panties to the side. My pussy was already soaked, my arousal slick and warm against my fingers. I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, pressing it against my wet folds, and I felt him shudder.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “I want to watch your face when I slide inside you.”

I looked into his eyes, and I sank onto him.

The feeling of him entering me was unbearable in the best possible way. His cock stretched me open inch by inch, my walls parting to accommodate his thickness, my body clenching around him in a desperate, instinctive grip. I took him slowly, feeling every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his blood against my inner walls, until I was fully seated on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

We both let out a long, shaky breath.

“Fuck, Celeste.” His voice was barely a whisper. “You feel so goddamn good. Your pussy is gripping me

like it never wants to let go.”

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