Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

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.

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