Ask Me to Stay

Chapter Three

VERA'S POV
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I quickly averted my eyes away from Dominics. His gaze still was focused on me when Kara walked into the kitchen but flicked up to her.
"Let me guess...you guys hate each other again?" Kara laughed as she plopped down at the island across from Dominic.
"Something like that." Dominic breathed out, scratching the back of his neck. Something like that...I shrugged, walking around to Dominic's side of the counter looking to get a cold drink from the fridge. My eyes flicked downwards for a moment catching the much larger bulge in Dominic's pants. Fuck...Kara can't see that...I don't want her to see that...
A foreign feeling of possessiveness washed over me. And I oddly welcomed it.
"I wanted to use the bathtub in you guys' bathroom for a bubble bath but of course, Dominic said he was going to take a shower!" I fake snapped, looking upset. "Which if you're not going to do...I'm gonna go take a bath." I flashed a hidden glance up at him hoping he caught on to what I was doing.
"Yeah...Uhm I'm heading up now." He cleared his throat and sent me a small nod. "Dinners there, babe." He added. Babe? Oh...Kara. Slightly misplaced anger filled me but I tried to shake it off.
"Oh, Sis, could we do something like this while it's still warm out?" I pulled open my phone and entered Pinterest, clicking on one of my recent pins and shoving my phone in her face so Dominic could get away without her seeing the massive hard-on he's been hiding.
"Oh...well it's just a pool party so yeah I guess we could." She replied with clear confusion in her voice. I shrugged, pulling my phone away after Dominic disappeared upstairs.
"Mkay...well I have school work I need to finish so I'll be in my room." I pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, contemplating taking some of the food Dominic bought. But the hunger that filled me wasn't exactly for food.
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I sat in my room until well past the time Dominic and Kara went to bed. All I could think about was him. The musky pine cologne he wore, the way he puts his hand under his shirt and rubs his stomach in the morning before he drinks his coffee, the way he was reacting to the things I said. I never thought I could make anyone feel that way, let alone a man his age. I, Vera Adams, a sixteen-year-old did that to someone who could have anybody he wanted.
Anybody...any body.
He made me want to act on what I was feeling. What are you feeling...? The thought left me feeling hollow and wounded. I couldn't possibly have an emotional attachment to the man, I just can't. Skin...I just want skin...Yes! Skin. Nothing more, just to touch him and make sure what I did was real and not some figment I created to make myself feel wanted. He wants...you.
I sat at my window seat, staring down at the backyard and into the yards of our neighbors. And I thought. Mostly of him...briefly lingering on feelings.
"Vera..." My name on his lips...god it makes me sound like a Greek goddess. Like some beauty you only read of in mythology and sappy romance novels. It was something unattainable, yet he gave it to me.
"Vera..." My brain seemed to replay the word that I heard from him so often.
"Earth to Vera..." I gasped and clutched onto the cushion of my bench, looking up to see a shadowed figure in my doorway.
"Dominic?" I breathed out, trying my hardest not to look freaked out.
"Yeah...just me." He answered as if just him was something natural and nonchalant.
He came further into my room, closing the door and walking closer to me. My breath was stuck in my throat, this could only end two ways. He could profess his reciprocated attraction or destroy every bit of mature confidence I earned today.
"Sorry I scared you. I said your name a few times but you were out of it." He pulled my desk chair over and sat down by my feet. If only he knew what had me so deep in trance...you Dominic that's who.
"I'm fine...just thinking. And no, I won't tell you of what." I snapped, trying to soften it with a weak gentle addition.
"I'm guessing it was what I was thinking about." His face was barely lit by the fairy lights hung on my window but the pain was written all over him. "Vera...what happened wasn't-"
"Skin!" I blurted out sharply, like a revaluation that didn't have the time to be written down, it had to be said out loud so it was ingrained in both of our minds.
"What? Skin?" He cocked his head to the side, his brows dipping with interest.
"Skin..." I breathed out. What have you gotten yourself into, Vera? "That's all I want. Skin. Just...just let me touch you. Please." While my voice held no sense of begging, I clearly was. But I was utterly unashamed of it.
"Vera...we can't." He started, I could tell that if I didn't stop him it would have turned into an hour-long lecture on appropriate relationships.
"I'm not asking you to fuck me, Dominic," I stated flatly. He looked taken aback before leaning forward as if to tell me to continue. "Let me touch you. What I'm asking for isn't a lot, it's just for another fix of what I got today."
"Vera-"
"Stop saying my name. If you are so adamant about this not happening then you should stop saying my name, especially like that." I explained before letting him continue.
"Okay...V. What exactly did you get from earlier? What I got were my own perverted thoughts." So he thought of me...
"I got a taste of being wanted not just wanted but desired. For a second you thought about us...together, and it turned you on. I liked it. So let me touch you." My breathing was shallow and I could tell I was flushed.
"I can give you my hand? But I'm not sure I can do much more." He held out his arm, light-catching on the veins and dark hairs.
"Nothing below the belt. That's my compromise. Arms, chest...face. Give me that and time and then I'll be finished, you'll be rid of me. Promise." I swung my one leg off the bench, letting it rest between his thighs on the edge of the chair. 
"One time. And I get my choice of body part. Twenty minutes, okay?" A smile formed on his lips, but it was sad as if he was saying goodbye to someone and trying to keep a strong front.
"Fine."
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He chose legs. Toes to upper thigh. He removed his t-shirt, leaving him only in the plaid pair of pajama pants Kara forced me to pick out a few Christmases ago. I changed into a simple pair of black sliders, keeping on my white cropped wife-beater tank top.
"Lay down..." I pointed at the floor, for a moment he was confused but then understood. My bed has squeaked since we moved in with Dominic, Kara got it from a yard sale and it was defiantly broken in some way or another.
He laid flat on his back, resting his head on his arms above him. His chest moved slowly up and down but deeply. For a moment I stared down at him. The definition of his muscles, the way his arms rippled when he moved his fingers.
I sat down on his thighs, straddling them fully. For a moment I held my hands at my chest, deciding on where to start. I placed them flat on his stomach. Slowly, I begin tracing the slight definition of his abs, and then his ribs, and his peck muscles.
"Mmm...that actually feels good." He breathed out lowly, meeting my eyes for a moment before closing them again. I continued my light massage, feeling every inch of him. "Legs..." he mumbled before letting his large hands find my thighs, gently squeezing them.
Taste him...I leaned down, planting my lips right in the middle of his chest. I breathed him in deeply, taking in the scent of his pine soap and warm scented shampoo. He washes his hair last, letting the shampoo run down his body after having washed it. Oh, the things I could learn from his body.
His hands went higher, his thumbs barely an inch from my core. They rubbed circles on my skin before gently running back down my legs, giving me shivers.
On a sudden whim, I licked up his chest about two inches before gently biting him, pulling the skin between my teeth before letting go and kissing the red mark.
"Fuck, Vera." He sucked in a gasp of air, lifting his head to see the damage I had done. His hands squeezed my legs harder, making me bite my lip and move my hands to cover his. "Sorry..." he breathed out, looking up at me.
"No...I like it. For the next few minutes, my legs are yours, just as your chest is mine." I nodded down at him before returning to his chest, leaving kisses and bites and the gentle caresses of my hands.
"Mine..."
"Yours..."
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Dominic and I's session lasted twenty minutes as we had decided, but I could tell it only left us wanting more. At one point we had switched positions, giving him full access to my legs which he gladly took. I got his back but mostly laid still, my teeth tight against my palm as I held back the moans of never being touched before. "Quiet..." he had told me as he assaulted my thighs with kisses and bites as I had his chest. He let my hands explore his hair, completely messing it up but he looked flawless as always. I was left looking disheveled and wanting.
"Goodnight, Vera." He said as he pulled on his shirt and stood by the locked door. "Tonight was...it was." He finished before unlocking the door and stepping out into the hall. I stayed on the floor, trying to hold onto as much as he left me with. His scent on me and the carpet. The taste of him in my mouth, god I never want to brush my teeth after this, I need to keep him, hold onto him.
To say I couldn't sleep was an understatement, I was wide awake and wounded all night until the sun returned to my skies. I had waited until seven to make it known that I was awake. I showered in the bathroom I shared with the guest room, that Kara and I's half-brother resided in sometimes. I was sad to wash him away but I knew that if I didn't I would have let myself live in it forever. And we only agreed to one night. One unit of twenty minutes. Had he watched the clock? He pulled away exactly when the clock hit the twenty-minute mark. Did he count down the seconds until he was rid of me? Did that suffice him? Was it enough? It wasn't for me, I was starving for him. I wanted the same from him.