Page 23 of Tone Deaf
Dom carefully climbs off the bed, and I want to protest until he pulls out his wallet and takes out a small packet. He then goes into the bathroom and returns with a washcloth.
I peer into his hand. “Lube?”
“Never leave home without it,” he says with a wicked grin and climbs back into the bed with me. “Now hush.”
Dom uncovers me, exposing my stomach, part of my chest and my straining cock. He tucks my balls over the band of my underwear, the pressure heightening the pleasure.
He drops the washcloth on my belly and says, “Can’t have Lyric finding my man’s gown glued to his stomach with dried up spunk.”
My man.I am equal parts terrified and elated.
With a wicked smile, Dom rips open the packet and dribbles the lube into his hand, then wraps his fingers around my hard length and strokes.
I silently groan, closing my eyes, and the sensation of his firm grip on my cock has me flying high, desperate to come. But it isn’t enough. Instead of telling him, I move my hips in rhythm, both in pleasure and pain.
“Greedy,” he whispers in my ear, and I shiver at the feather touch of his breath along my skin. His hand speeds up. Up and down in quick hard pumps until my hips meet up with his downward grip. “Next time, I’ll draw this out. Make youwait until your balls ache and your cockhead is dribbling with precum. Slowly suck up your flavor, work your cock to the point you’re ready to blow. Then I will stop and do it all over again… while Pen watches as he strokes his own dick. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
Fuck… yes… Dominic, I think as sparks explode across my vision and I fall over the edge. Dom doesn’t stop stroking my dick until he milks every last bit of my seed out of my balls.
“That’s it, baby. Give me everything you have. I’m hungry for a taste again.”
I watch Dom’s face as he pulls his hand from below my dick and licks my cum from his fingers. My cock twitches at the sight, but I’m way too drained for more. I close my eyes, feeling loopy and totally exhausted. I don’t protest when he wipes me clean.
“Now get some sleep.” The soothing tone of Dom’s voice has me sinking deeper into sleep, knowing I’m safe.
Chapter Ten
Pen
A shower and a few hours of sleep do nothing to assuage the guilt I feel about leaving Callum alone at the hospital. Even though Fig promised to text me updates while he’s patrolling, and even though I find a few texts from Callum when I wake up that each let me know he’s fine, being away from Callum just doesn’t feel right.
I’m also feeling annoyed and unwanted because I still haven’t heard a word from Dom.
Against Tobias’s order to wait for him and the rest of the team to go back to the hospital together, I take one of the SUVs and leave by myself.
Visiting hours don’t start until seven, but I don’t give a shit. It’s just after six in the morning when I file out of the elevator onto the third floor and stride down the hall toward Callum’s room. I’m determined to land my eyes on the man and make sure he’s okay and safe. Nothing on Fig, and it’s not that I don’t trust him to protect Callum, but Callum’smyresponsibility to protect.
The nurse’s station is empty. I figure whoever’s working is making their rounds. The second I step inside Callum’s room, I freeze. In the bed, Callum is all bundled up in Dom’s arms. Both of them are sleeping like they don’t have a care in the world.
I take the moment to study the two men that occupy my every thought. Such a contrast. Dom is big and broody, with short, dark wavy hair and an olive skin tone hinting at his Italian heritage.
Callum, with his longish blond hair and California tanned complexion, reminds me of a surfer. The light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of his nose elevates his attractiveness.
I chuckle seeing them both crammed into the bed. Callum’s shy an inch to my five-eleven, and Dom’s six-two.
Light to dark, they aremyyin tomyyang. I can finally breathe easier now that I know they’re together and I’m close to them.
“Are you going to just stand there all morning and stare at us?” Dom grumps, tilting his head enough to side-eye me. I don’t know what it is, but morning Dom’s sleep-gruff voice always gives me a shot of lust, and today is no different. My dick perks up.
“That all depends,” I whisper, walking over to the bed and smiling down at them.
“On what?” His narrowed eyes meet mine with such intensity that prickles of both unease and excitement ripple across my skin in response to his full attention.
Assuming that he at leastreadmy texts, Dom knows I’m upset that he left me without a word. The spark in Dom’s eyes shows thatheis upset that I disobeyed his order to stay with Callum, even though I did it under duress. I’ve no doubt there will be repercussions coming my way.And oh God, I hope so.
“Are you going to give me shit for leaving Callum?” I ask, remaining a few feet from the bed.
“Depends,” he says, evenly. “Did Tobias order you to go?” The depth of his tone conveys further warning, but I’m right. Dom being adomis a salacious thing to be around.