WICKED ✓

12

Dominic

"No, don't feel bad. Honestly, I knew better." I say, turning my head to face Stella as we walk down the road, lit by street lights, hand in hand. She smiles guiltily and I squeeze her hand gently in reassurance.

"It's not too late..." She trails off, even though I know that what she's suggesting isn't something she actually wants to do. For our first date, I second-guessed myself so much that I ended up making a reservation and taking her to a ridiculously fancy restaurant that deep down, I knew she wouldn't like. As soon as the car pulled up, I could feel the tension radiating off of her. Stella wouldn't have said a word if I had lead her into the restaurant. She would have gone along with it to make me happy, but I'm glad that I can at least read her body language by now.

"Stella. I am not upset or disappointed at all. That drive-thru hot dog was better than anything we would've been able to get at that posh place. I'm perfectly happy." I tell her honestly. Stella pulls my hand, walking slightly in front of me. Where she's leading me to, I'm not sure. She has lived in this town her entire life. I'm only a visitor.

Rows and rows of trees lining a field get closer and we walk leisurely toward it. The lights don't reach where we're walking, but we keep going anyway. Stella obviously is familiar with the territory, expertly navigating through the trees at the far end of the field, taking us down a dark trail lit only by the moonlight in the clear Winter sky. The cold weather doesn't seem to bother Stella at all and I smile as I look down at her profile.

Turning to me with her lips stretched over her face happily, she blinks up at me. "This way. Almost there." She breathes heavily as the thin air affects her lungs. I can see my breath in front of my face as we walk and eventually stumble out into a small clearing, overlooking a valley with residential housing. Hardly any lights are on in the houses, and it allows for us to see the starry sky well as we both lean our heads back and look up. Stella's hand squeezes mine and I look down at her.

Leading me to a picnic table, Stella pushes me lightly towards it until it hits the back of my knees and I sit. She climbs onto my lap gracefully, straddling my thighs as her elbows rest on my shoulders and her hands move over my scalp. My eyes close on their own as she rakes her nails over my head. Tonight, Stella is wearing a short, black button up coat and jeans that sit high on her waist and are tight around her thighs and ass, but get looser near her ankles. 

"You're so goddamn adorable babygirl." I mumble into her neck, leaning forward to put my forehead against her skin. She shivers as my lips lightly brush over her pulse point.

"Are you going soft on me, Dommy boy?" She asks softly and I chuckle.

"Quite the opposite actually." My voice sounds gravelly as I grind my hips up into hers to show her just how soft I am not. Her moans are quiet but constant, and I don't stop my movements. Dragging my teeth over the soft skin on her neck, I unbutton the top button of her coat and do the same motion over her exposed clavicle. 

Stella's hands reach for mine, dragging them around to her ass and I squeeze the tight muscle that I can feel through her jeans. Lifting her hips up higher, I drag her back and forth over my clothed erection. Small hands reach up between us to work the buttons of her coat and as she makes it to the middle, I realize that she isn't wearing a thing underneath them. With the bottom two buttons still done up, I shuck the fabric from her shoulders, leaving her skin fully exposed to the elements, and to me. 

Shivering, Stella wraps her cold hands around the burning skin on the back of my neck and arches her back. With her breasts in my face, I lap at each of her nipples gently and blow cold air onto them, making them look painfully hard. I bite and suck, encouraged by Stella's pleasured convulsing and quickened grinding.

"That's right babygirl. Use my cock to get off. I don't need to be inside you to make you come." I grip her hips an force them down on me, grinding hard against her clit, harder when she cries out.

"Yes. Yes. Dom. Almost." Her head snaps forward to bury itself into the crook of my neck and her lips leave frantic, wet, open-mouthed kisses on my skin as I work her up. I can feel her hard nipples through my layers and I can't wait to feel them pressed against my bare chest. "Oh god. Keep talking. Please." She begs, pulling back to look me in the eyes.

"You want me to say dirty things while I fuck you through your clothes? You like my filfthy mouth, don't you babygirl?" I growl as she plants her hands on my shoulder and sets her own rhythm. "You're so close. I bet I could feel how wet you are through those jeans if I were to just...reach...down..." I trail off, doing just as I say and feeling her arousal through the barrier of her jeans.

Nodding frantically, every muscle in Stella's body tenses and relaxes within seconds. I keep grinding her pliable body on me to prolong her orgasm and I look down at her, loving the way she hangs loosely on me and convulses with the movements. I kiss her nose, then each of her cheeks, forehead, and her lips. Lazily, she kisses me back before slumping against my body and shivering slightly. 

I slide my hands down her bare back and lift her coat back up over her shoulders before buttoning it up for her. Stella lets out a content sigh before I feel her body tense up again. Looking up at my face quickly, her lips part.

"You didn't..." Her eyebrows furrow and she pouts. 

"I could have. That was so fucking hot, the way you were riding me. Driving home with a hard on is less uncomfortable than the alternative though." I give her a quick kiss before standing us up and making sure that she's strong enough on her feet before letting her go. I can practically see her blush as Stella's sexual confidence slowly turns into bashfullness. She nods before looking up at me through her eyelashes.

"Well...when we get home I could...help you?" She asks so innocently that I can't help but groan and take her hand in mine, leading her back to the car so quickly that she has to take two steps for every one of mine.