Chapter 190: Chapter 190 Don’t Stop
Elara
"Dom—"
He didn’t let me finish. He leaned in.
I leaned back. My shoulders hit the opposite door.
There was nowhere else to go. His face was inches from mine. His breath was hot on my lips.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap in one smooth move. My legs straddled his thighs. My skirt rode up to my hips.
The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against the inside of my legs.
His breathing changed. Deeper. Heavier. Every inhale pressed his chest against mine.
I looked at his throat. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.
I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and pressed my lips right there.
He groaned. Low. Rough. His fingers dug into my hips.
"Fuck, Elara."
I kissed his throat again, then dragged my mouth down to his collarbone.
My hands found his chest.
God, the man was built.
I rubbed my thumbs over his nipples. His whole body jerked.
"You’re gonna regret teasing me like that."
I didn’t care.
I leaned down and licked his right nipple right through his shirt.
The fabric went wet under my tongue. I sucked, just a little.
His breathing turned into panting. His arms wrapped around me and crushed me against his chest
. I buried my face in his chest, kissing and licking through the wet spots on his shirt.
His heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my own ribs.
His hand slid down my back and under my skirt. His fingers found me through my panties.
He started rubbing me right there, back and forth, slow at first, then faster.
I was already soaking wet. I could feel myself slick through the fabric.
"So fucking wet," he muttered against my ear, his voice low so the driver wouldn’t hear. "All for me?"
I nodded against his chest. I was too far gone to speak.
His fingers found my clit. He started rubbing slow circles around it. Not directly on it—around it. Teasing. Driving me insane.
I pressed my mouth against his shoulder to muffle the sound.
My hips ground down against his hand.
"Please," I gasped.
"Please what?"
"Touch me."
He pressed two fingers flat against my clit and moved them up and down, finding that rhythm that made my toes curl inside my heels.
Just then, the intercom crackled. The driver’s voice came through. "Alpha, we’re at the building."
Dominic didn’t stop. His thumb pressed down on my clit, hard.
I bit his shoulder to keep from crying out.
He pressed the button and growled, "Take the night off. Leave the car. I’ll call you tomorrow."
The driver said something, but I didn’t hear it. Dominic’s fingers kept moving, and I saw stars.
The car went silent. The driver’s door opened and closed. Footsteps faded. We were alone.
"Now," he said, pulling me closer, "where were we?"
I didn’t answer with words. I reached down and yanked his belt open. The button on his pants popped free. The zipper came down.
His cock sprang up, hard and thick, pushing against his boxers. I could see the outline. The wet spot where pre-come had soaked through.
"I was right here," I said, wrapping my hand around him through the fabric.
He hissed. His head fell back against the seat.
I pulled his boxers down just enough to free him. I wrapped my fingers around the base and leaned down.
"Elara—"
I licked the tip. Salty and warm.
He groaned. His hips bucked up.
"I need you inside me," I said, looking up at him. "Right now."
He didn’t argue. He grabbed my hips and lifted me, positioning me right over him. I reached down and guided him to my entrance.
I was already so wet that he slid against my clit before either of us could catch our breath.
"Fuck," we both said at the same time.
Then I lowered myself onto him.
He filled me up, inch by inch. So thick and deep that I had to stop halfway just to breathe.
I stretched around him, gripping him tight. He was making these sounds—low, desperate, like he was holding onto the last thread of his control.
"You feel so good," I whispered.
"Don’t stop," he begged.
I started moving. Slow at first, then faster. Riding him right there in the back seat of his car.
The windows fogged up. The car rocked with every thrust.
And Dominic just held onto me, his hands on my ass, his mouth on my neck, letting me take whatever I needed.
We stayed like that for a long time, tangled together in the dark.
When we finally caught our breath, he kissed my forehead and helped me fix my skirt.
"Come on," he said, his voice still rough. "Let’s go upstairs."
His hand stayed on my lower back the whole way to the elevator.
