Tonight, she hoped to turn that dream into a reality.
Still, she didn't want to make it too easy for him. "I don't know what you're trying to prove, Dominic, but I'm an adult. I can speak for myself."
The locker room was nearly dark, but for the moonlight coming through the windows above the lockers.
Dominic was only too willing to play along. With his strong arms, he pinned her against the row of red lockers. "I'm listening," he said in a low voice that made her wet all over again.
It took every ounce of control she possessed not to start kissing him, running her hands down his muscular frame.
"Come closer," she said. "I'm only going to say this once."
He moved closer, his hard chest pressing into her aching breasts. "If I want to date someone else, I'll date him. If I want to have a drink with a guy like Hank, I'm going to."
Dominic's eyes were black as they bored into her. "No."
Her heart hammered in her chest. "What gives you the right to say that?"
The pad of his thumb rubbed erotically against her lower lip. "Because I want you."
It rubbed across her jaw. "Because I need you."
It rubbed down into the hollow of her shoulder blades. "Because you're mine."
She shivered with desire.
"I've wanted to kiss you all night. I want to take you right here with your legs wrapped around me. I want my cock deep inside you when you come."
She couldn't breathe. Her knees were shaking.
"Tell me no," he whispered. "Tell me to go away and I will. It will kill me, but I swear to God I'll leave you alone."
"Stay," she whispered, and his hand curved around one breast, sending shivers through her entire body. Coming up on her tippy-toes, she pressed a soft kiss on his lips. He tasted like champagne and desire.
A low groan emerged from his throat. "I'm not going to be able to take my time," he said, then crushed her mouth beneath his.
His tongue danced with hers as his hands moved down her body. Every spot he touched came alive, and she moved closer to him. His thick erection pressed into her belly, imprinting her with his desire. His palms played with her breasts, but far too quickly they were gone. She wanted them back on her sensitive nipples. One touch, the slightest pressure of his mouth on her breasts, and she'd explode.
But then she felt him pulling up her skirt, his fingers ripping at her stockings.
"I can't wait another second," he said. He quickly unzipped his pants and slipped a condom onto his shaft, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the floor. He slid into her in one deep stroke, and her back smacked into the metal locker with a loud clang.
"Dominic," she cried out as his groan of "Jesus" reverberated off the tiled walls and floor, the drumbeat of slamming lockers joining their voices. Again and again he thrust into her, pulling her against him, then taunting her by pulling out to the tip.
He was fucking her harder than he ever had, and she loved every single second of it, loved making him lose control. Her breasts smacked into the hard wall of his chest with every thrust, and she was so glad she'd worn a thin, lace bra. Even deep in the throes of his orgasm, Dominic shifted her so that his pubic bone rubbed against her clitoris, and a powerful orgasm surged through her.
Dominic's shaft grew bigger and bigger as her muscles clenched at him. She wanted to feel him hot and alive inside her, with no rubber sheath between them, but she'd have to be happy with this. Just as he began to come, she kissed him with every ounce of love in her heart. She'd never be able to say the words aloud, but she couldn't stop her body from speaking the truth.
He held her tightly against him, his rapid heartbeat pounding against hers. "You're coming home with me," he said against her hair. "This doesn't end here."
Oh yes. She longed to spend the night in his bed, wrapped in his strong arms.
A voice in her head tried to warn her, telling her to think things through, to stop all the touching and kissing and actually talk to Dominic about his feelings. She slammed the door shut on the unwanted voice of reason. She didn't want reason. Lots and lots more loving was all she wanted.
Dominic usually enjoyed meeting fans, hanging with fellow players, and working with kids. But this time he couldn't wait to leave and get Melissa naked in his bed.
Thinking about her lush curves, a new hard-on pushed into his zipper. Good thing he had put his jacket back on.
"Thanks for a great night," he told the organizers. It was all he could do to keep a pleasant smile on his face when he was picturing Melissa in his bathtub, water runninng over her incredible breasts, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he laved her clit with his tongue.
They finally escaped to his car, but Dominic knew he wasn't going to make it all the way home. Fifteen minutes was fourteen and a half too many. He whipped out of the parking lot, driving with single-minded purpose.
Melissa's soft, husky voice wrapped itself around his throbbing cock. "If you're wondering, your house is in the opposite direction."
He shot her a quick glance filled with promise. "I can't wait that long."
As she squirmed in her seat, he remembered how wet her pussy was, how ready she was for him to sink into.
He pulled into a deserted section of Golden Gate Park and turned off his headlights. His black Viper wasn't very roomy, but that was fine. Just like Melissa's pussy: the tighter the fit, the better.
He pushed a lever beside his seat and it slid back several inches.
Melissa watched with a half smile on her face. "Lost?" she asked, knowing damn well what he intended, but wanting to tease him before she climbed on his lap for another ride.
"Turn around," he said.
She blinked in surprise, but did as he'd asked. He unzipped her skirt, and together they slid it to the floor of the passenger seat. Her panties were still in his jacket pocket, and her sweet pussy was still bare and slick. She was his for the taking, but he wanted her naked first. Her sweater came off next, leaving only her bra. In the dark, he searched for the clasp along her back.
"It's in the front," she whispered, trembling slightly.
He smiled against her neck, then kissed her warm skin. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access. His fingers itched to touch her nipples and he slowly ran his hands over her rib cage, under the soft swell of flesh, finally covering her breasts with his hands.
While one hand undid her bra clasp, the other made its way down into her damp pubic hair, immediately locating the hard nub of her clitoris.
He wasn't the only one dying to fuck again.
"Dominic," she whispered as she opened her legs wider so that he could rub his hand against her plump, aroused pussy lips.
Without warning, he lifted her over the stick shift and pulled her onto his lap. Her back was pressed against his chest, her juicy breasts filling his hands.
"What are you doing?" she asked in an excited whisper.
"Trust me," he replied, more insane over this woman's body than he had ever been before in his thirty-six sexually charged years.
His cock was nestled between her butt cheeks and he caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, teasing the stiff peaks until her wetness seeped into the fabric of his pants. One hand still playing with her breasts, he slid the other between her slick pussy lips, slipping and sliding against her clit, her tight, hot passage. She moaned and rocked her hips rhythmically against his hand, inflaming him with every thrust of her lush hips.