Page 30 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)
Twenty Four
Sierra
“You can not be serious! Please, tell me you’re joking.” Choking on my drink, I was fanning myself, tears welling in my eyes while trying not to kill myself.
Ella shook her head somberly. “Wish I was.”
“So, let me get this straight — the only date you went on within the last six months that didn’t end up ghosting you was with a dude who was so fucking desperate to prove his serve was better than yours that he ended up smashing the racquet in his own fucking face?”
Taking a sip from her wine glass, Ella rolled her eyes. “Yup.” She threw her hands in the air. “He’d never even really played tennis before.”
“Why did he take you out to a tennis court then?”
“Fuck if I know! Men, I guess.” She giggled tipsily.
I shook my head in disbelief. “The audacity.”
“Right?! Even if his serve would’ve been better than mine, that’s still a stupid first date.”
“So, in short, your dating life is a tragedy.”
Ella pursed her lips. “Told ya.”
“Not trying to be a bitch, but that’s probably the one time reality is actually worse than anything I could’ve come up with.”
“I might just give up completely,” Ella groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I doubt there’s anyone around here who could even give me what I want.”
As the sun set, the humid air finally cooled down a bit, so we decided to move our girls’ night out onto the tiny balcony of our apartment.
It was just big enough for two chairs, and we’d doused ourselves in mosquito repellent, but it was worth it to me. I’d missed those late summer nights outside, talking and drinking until long after the stars had come out.
“And what would that be?”
She studied me for a moment, her eyes slightly narrowed. “No judgment? This stays between us?”
Taking a sip of my drink, I nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Hit me. I’m into some pretty questionable stuff, too. Honestly, red might be my favorite color.”
A splash of wine splattered over my hand as I gestured a little too dramatically.
“I don’t … ugh, this is way harder than it should be.
” She took a deep, calming breath. “Look, I don’t want flowers or dates.
Couldn’t care less about all that cute, romantic crap.
It just doesn’t do anything for me. What I’m into …
it’s twisted. Not normal. And yeah, I like things a little dark, a little nefarious. If you catch my drift.”
“That’s very illuminating,” I deadpanned.
Ella hesitated, but my curiosity was piqued, so I pressed on. “But I know what you mean.”
“You do?”
“Okay, well, I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone about this, but I’ve always had this thing for …
well, I guess I’m kind of into being fucked when I’m asleep.
I’ve always been a heavy sleeper, and I had this one boyfriend who woke me up like this once.
It was the hottest fucking thing.” I said wistfully.
“Why do I sense a but there?” Ella was twisting a strand of hair between her fingers.
“Because once I told him about it, basically giving him permission to do it more often, he dumped me. Said I was weird, and he thought I’d been awake all along that first time.” I shrugged.
Back then, his words had hurt me, but I was over it now.
Seemed like I had a habit of choosing people who aren’t worthy. A goddamn pattern.
I took another generous swig of wine, pushing the thought aside.
“What a douchebag.” Ella shook her head, scoffing in disbelief.
“Tell me about it. I mostly just don’t mention it to guys I’m dating anymore. Not worth it.” I sucked my teeth. “But, Jesus Christ, what I wouldn’t give for some dude to magically appear and dick me down while I’m sleeping.”
“Some dude, or my brother?” She waggled her eyebrows at me.
“No comment. So, yeah … that’s my deep, dark secret,” I said, trying to change the course we were heading for. “You going to tell me yours?”
Ella grabbed her whole-ass ponytail and started twisting the hair. “Ugh, fucking hell.”
She took another gulp of wine, looked up at the sky, and drew in a deep breath. “Okay. I think I’m into degradation. I mean, I haven’t actually fully tested it yet. But mostly, my fantasies — and yeah, they’re just fantasies because I haven’t done any of this — they revolve around being… used?”
I schooled my features. For some reason, I hadn’t been expecting that last part, but I could definitely see the appeal. “Like, free use?”
Ella blushed, still not meeting my eyes. “I guess? I don’t really know. It just seems hot. But the only guy I ever trusted with this? He turned around and told half the town. So yeah, senior year was a blast . The whole town basically thought I was a slut.”
“I bet,” I said grimly. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
She gave a small shrug. “It’s whatever. I just don’t think I’ll ever explore it now. I don’t see myself trusting a guy like that again. Not gonna get burned twice.”
I wanted to argue — tell her there was someone out there who’d get it, who’d treat her right — but that felt hypocritical. I hadn’t figured that out for myself, either.
So instead, I topped off our glasses, and we clinked them together in quiet solidarity.
Men fucking sucked.
***
I was having the most vivid dream.
It was one of those dreams that felt so real you wouldn’t have realized you were dreaming if you hadn’t slipped into that halfway state between being awake and being asleep.
I willed myself to slip back into dreamland, to drift away again, wanting, no, desperately needing this dream to continue.
Wet heat pooled between my legs, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through my body. The sensations were insane; it felt like an actual tongue was lapping at my clit, and the picture of Dom’s head, buried between my legs, flashed through my mind.
Guess I could indulge in dreaming about him.
I let out a soft moan as the sensations become even more pronounced. What the fuck had been in that wine? My toes began to curl, my pussy throbbing greedily. My eyes flew open as my clit was sucked into something wet and hot.
“What—”
“Shhh.” Hazel eyes peered up at me from between my thighs, and dark red stubble scraped against my pussy as he spoke. “You were almost there, Goddess.”
“What the f—” I tried to sit up, still slightly disoriented, but he dove into my pussy again, making me cry out in pleasure.
Holy fucking shit . Was this really happening right now?
Dom circled my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. I was writhing on the sheets, my pussy sensitive, swollen, and positively gushing all over his face.
How long had he been at this while I’d been asleep?
“Oh my God, this is so fucked up.” I moaned, even though my fingers found their way to his hair.
He groaned as I gripped the strands tightly. I wasn’t sure if it was the lingering effects of the wine or the haziness of sleep, or if I simply didn’t care anymore, but I began grinding my pussy against his face.
“So fucking hot,” he growled, attacking me with new vigor.
His tongue lapped at me, alternating between thrusting into my wet opening and stimulating my throbbing clit.
“Y-yes, oh my God, yes!”
Dom was devouring me like a man starving, my channel clenching desperately as I hurtled towards the edge of a climax. My toes curled as he sucked on my clit.
“Please, make me come. I need it so bad!”
He pulled back, eliciting a needy whine from me, only to plunge two of his thick fingers right into me. “Say, ’ My sloppy little pussy needs you, Dom’ .”
Throwing any remnants of my pride overboard, I obeyed. “My sloppy little pussy needs you, Dom.”
His fingers were sliding in my slick tunnel, my walls clenching around them.
“Say, ’ You’re the only one I want to fuck my greedy cunt, Dom’ .”
I hesitated, scared of the consequences, scared of giving away how hard it had become to keep him at arm’s length, even when he’d been hundreds of miles away.
“Say it.” His voice was stern, a low growl, as he upped his pace.
Surrendering wasn’t an option anymore — it was a given. Inevitable, just like he’d said.
“You’re the only one I want to fuck my greedy cunt, Dom.”
“Good girl.” Triumph flashed in his eyes as his mouth descended on me again, licking and sucking my clit while his fingers curled inside of me.
“I’m so fucking close, please, don’t stop!” I panted, with my back arching off the bed and shaking legs squeezing his head between them.
“Fuck!” I moaned, shooting over the edge that had been taunting me, and plummeted into the blissful abyss. Waves of pleasure rolled over me, my core clenching and throbbing, as I gushed all over Dom’s face.
Eyes closed, chest heaving, I tried to gather my wits, tried to make sense of the situation. What had just happened? How had this happened?
Dom pressed a kiss on my pussy, then a whole trail of them up to my hipbone. I squinted at him, trying to get past this floating, boneless feeling I was experiencing to deal with the situation at hand.
He smirked at me, smug and satisfied, his lips and beard glistening with my juices in the dim light.
Crawling up my body, he pressed a quick but heated kiss on my mouth, giving me a taste of myself.
“I missed you so fucking much, Goddess,” he whispered against my lips. Then, he pushed himself up, got off the bed, and slowly backed away.
I scrambled into a sitting position, my legs snapping closed. Dom pressed a finger to his lips, just as I was about to launch into a series of questions.
“Shhh. Sleep now.” He ordered, opening the door. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
What?!
“You can’t just—”
“ Tomorrow .” His voice left no room for arguments, and I found myself inclined to obey.
What the actual fuck was happening to me?
The door closed behind him with a soft click, and I collapsed onto the sheets with a groan. Rolling onto my stomach, I felt something weird on my butt, almost as though the skin was being stretched by something.
Huh?
Eyebrows knitting in confusion, my fingers felt around the skin of my bare ass, brushing against something a little sticky, almost crusty. Scratching at it with my nail, it began to peel off. It almost felt like something had been spilled…
OH! Oh, my fucking God.
No . He didn’t .
That motherfucker . And leaving it to me to clean it up, too.
With a huff, my head sunk into the pillows, and I closed my eyes, fatigue and exhaustion battling with the jumbled mess in my mind. The only thing I could focus on was how fucked up it was that the idea of more nighttime visits made me hot all over again.
Curse you, Dominic Kincaid.
***
DOM: Good morning, Goddess
DOM: Hope you slept well
SIERRA: You’re unbelievable!
DOM: I know, right? Who would’ve thought I could almost get you to come without even waking you up
DOM: That requires some serious skill
SIERRA: How the fuck did you even get in?
DOM: No comment. A wizard never reveals his tricks
SIERRA: The least you could’ve done is clean your cum off my ass, you fucking creep
DOM: Aww. I’m sorry, baby. Next time :)
SIERRA: What the fuck do you mean next time?!
DOM: You better lock your door if you don’t want me to come visit you again
DOM: Because I will be coming for you
SIERRA: You’re insane
DOM: Yeah, I’ll remind you of that next time your pussy is drooling all over my hand
DOM: Or my tongue
DOM: Or my cock
DOM: Remember, I’m the only one you want to fuck your greedy cunt
SIERRA: Goodbye.
***
After finishing my nightly skin care routine, I closed the door to my room behind me. Then I hesitated.
Slowly, I turned back toward the plain, white-painted wood, fixing it with a blank stare. My heart was pounding. My head was spinning.
I couldn’t be seriously considering this. There was only one right choice. The sane one. My hand hovered at the doorknob, thumb pausing over the lock.
Just press it. Leaving your door open would be insanity.
If I didn’t lock it, he’d know. He’d know I was softening. He’d see straight through me — to the heat, the want, the unhinged part of me.
With a short, decisive nod, I pushed the button. The click echoed in the silence like a gunshot.
I marched to my bed, climbed in, and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. This was the right decision. The only one, really.
But something gnawed at me. A pull under my skin — anxious, electric, irrational. Or maybe I was just plain crazy. With a frustrated groan, I threw off the covers, stomped to the door, and popped the lock back open.
Yeah. Definitely insanity.