Domino by Ivy Black

Chapter Nineteen

Ashley

We’re sitting in his truck on a bluff overlooking the water. Far out on the sea, bolts of lightning arc down from the clouds, and we can see the silhouette of the massive ships on the water. Over the course of our evening together, the clouds had rolled in, blanketing the sky with a thick screen of slate gray.

Small droplets of water dot the windshield and I hear the tick-tick-tick of rain falling on the roof of the truck. It’s peaceful and the silence between us is companionable, but the atmosphere inside the cabin is saturated with a sense of anticipation. Expectation. Or maybe it’s just me. I don’t know.

My date with Max has been unexpected in a lot of ways. It’s honestly been a lot better than I thought it would be, and we’ve shared more of ourselves than I expected. Like most all of us, he’s a damaged person, but unlike so many, he acknowledges his faults and flaws. He doesn’t hide from them or try to pretend he’s perfect. He’s more real about who he is than I’ve found most people to be. It’s actually refreshing.

Max has been more open with me about his life and who he is. And I have to say, I find him even more attractive now than I did before. Which, I suppose has led to this feeling of anticipation bubbling up inside of me. I’m not sure what it means or where the rest of this night is going to go, but there’s a part of me that hopes it’s going somewhere good.

I take a bite of my sundae as the hit song, Natural, plays softly from the speakers. It’s yet something else that surprises me about him.

“I never had you pegged as an Imagine Dragons guy,” I say.

“No?”

I shake my head. “I figured you’d be a country guy.”

His laughter, a deep, booming sound, fills the cabin and sends goosebumps crawling along my skin. The vibration of his voice rumbles through me deliciously, making me tingle from head to toe and everywhere in between.

“That is such a cliché. Not all bikers listen to country. We don’t all fit into the box you’re trying to stuff us into, you know,” he says.

“True. But you were in the military, too, so I figured between the two things, that it was a pretty good guess.”

“It was a terrible guess. I knew a guy in my old unit who listened to nothing but Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby… all those old crooners. Another guy I knew listened to EDM incessantly. And another guy—”

“Okay, okay,” I laugh. “You made your point. I’m a terrible person for stereotyping you like that.”

“Yeah, you kind of are, actually.”

I throw a wadded-up napkin at him. “You’re such an ass.”

We both turn back to our sundaes as the rain starts to pick up outside, the steady thrum of the drops on the roof growing louder.

“So, you never told me how you ended up out here,” he says.

I bite my bottom lip and consider how to answer the question. My instinct, of course, is to clam up and not say anything. I’m a private person by nature, but every year I was with Ryan made me draw inward even more. He always made me feel terrible about myself and talking about my own issues was forbidden. Ryan always made me feel like I was a burden and that my problems were trivial compared to his. It got me to the point I’m at now… where I don’t even know how to talk about anything happening with me or in my life.

But Max makes me want to open up to him. He makes me want to share because I get the feeling that I’m not a burden to him. That he would never think my problems, my fears, or my issues, are trivial or not worth talking about. When Max looks into my eyes, I see that he cares, and even more, that he wants to know those pieces of me I’d always had to shut away because Ryan just didn’t want to hear it.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah. I’m fine. I’m just not used to somebody asking about me. It’s been a long time since anybody’s cared enough to ask.”

“I want to know. I want to know everything there is to know about you,” he says.

And I believe him. Slowly and haltingly, I tell him my story. I start from when I first met Ryan and continue on until this very moment. As I speak and pour my heart out to him, I feel the shadow that’s been draped over my heart for as long as I can remember, lightening. The weight that I’ve been carrying around on my shoulders begins to ease, and I feel like the shackles that have kept me tied to my past are starting to break. I feel more… free.

I fall quiet, finally out of words, and a silence descends over us. Max looks at me with an expression I can’t interpret, but his eyes are filled with a compassion so pure and so genuine, it makes my own heart ache.

“I’m really sorry you had to endure that. You shouldn’t have had to,” he says, his voice thick with sincerity.

The air between us crackles with an intense and sensual electricity that warms me from the inside. I feel the heat growing between my thighs as I become wetter than I have in… I don’t even know how long. Setting my sundae cup down on the dashboard, I lean over and press my lips to his. He seems taken aback at first and starts to pull back. But I grip the front of his shirt and keep him where he’s at and press my mouth to his even harder, forcing my tongue between his lips.

Max warms quickly. He sets his own cup down and leans forward, pressing his body to mine. His kiss is forceful. Passionate. And as our tongues swirl around one another, I feel a quiver run through my entire body. He pulls back, a sultry smile on his lips, leaving me feeling breathless and a little lightheaded. It seems like it’s been years since I’ve been kissed with such heat and intensity.

“I think you should show me just how comfortable that back seat is,” I tell him.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he quips.

It’s a bit awkward climbing into the back seat, but we manage, giggling and groping each other like a couple of horny teenagers. Max falls forward onto me, his hard, toned body firm against mine. Our mouths crash together, our kiss full of fire. He grips my ponytail and yanks my head back, making me gasp as he plants a line of kisses down my neck. A soft yelp escapes me when he nips the skin on my collarbone.

Max pulls the straps of my dress down and I slip my arms out of them. He pulls it toward my stomach, exposing my breasts. As he cups one of them, circling my pert nipple with this thumb, he takes the other into his mouth, sucking on it fiercely. He nips it with his teeth, drawing a sharp squeal from me that makes Max smile.

With the rain thrumming on the roof of the truck above us, Max slides down my body. With a mischievous gleam in his eye, his runs his hands up my legs, his fingertips leaving furrows of fire upon my skin as he pushes my dress up. My stomach clenches and fear ripples through me as the tips of his fingers reach the warm center of me.

My heart racing, I bite my bottom lip as he looks up at me from between my legs, the question in his eyes more than clear. This is the point of no return and just like I thought, he’s looking to me for confirmation that this is what I want. A salacious smile curls my lips as I look at him.

“Don’t stop now,” I tell him. “Things are starting to get interesting.”

The breath of his laughter is warm on the skin of my thighs and sends tingles up and down my body.

“That’s a good answer,” he says.

I raise my hips as he slips my panties down, my stomach fluttering wildly. He takes them off of me, then leans forward and without preamble, buries his face between my thighs. My entire body stiffens, and I gasp sharply as his tongue finds my clit. He takes it into his mouth, sucking on it as the soft pads of his fingertips stroke my swollen, wet lips.

Max slips his tongue down and plunges it into me, moaning with delight as he laps at me with a passionate zeal. My breath is ragged, and I squirm on the seat, clawing at the fabric as he parts my thighs wider, driving his tongue into me deeper. Reaching down, I grip a handful of his hair and grind myself against his face. Max responds to me, licking and lapping at me with an unbridled vigor.

My cries fill the cabin of the truck and I writhe beneath him as Max continues lapping at my molten core. My grip on his hair tightens as the pressure inside of me builds. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire as Max’s tongue probes deep within me.

His hands grip the insides of my thighs, and he presses his face even closer to me. My veins feel like they’re filled with electricity and my vision is wavering as he pushes me close to the brink. And with one last lick at my center, my body locks up and I feel weightless, like I’m spinning out into nothing. I shake wildly as my orgasm crashes down over me and Max continues to lap at me even more vigorously.

A loud peal of thunder splits the sky outside and a moment later, as the flare of lighting fills the truck with a silvery luminescence, I see my juices glinting like jewels in Max’s beard. It’s a sight that’s erotic and gets me even wetter… something I didn’t think I could possibly be.

“I need you inside of me, Max,” I groan. “I need you inside of me right now.”

He flashes me a lopsided smile. “Always happy to oblige a lady’s request.”

We share a brief laugh as he fumbles with his belt. But he manages to get it undone and get his pants down, and I immediately reach out and take his long, rigid cock in my hand. As I start to stroke him, he groans and leans forward, pressing his mouth to mine. Our tongues twirl around one another as I jerk him off, feeling him stiffen even more in my hand. And when he positions himself on top of me, I nestle the head of his cock between my lips.

Our eyes are locked together as he slowly rolls his hips, slowly sliding himself into me. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, relishing the feel of his shaft slipping along my wet inner walls, inch by glorious inch. And when he’s buried to the hilt within me, we both pause, and I savor the sensation. He’s so thick and long that he fills me completely. It’s an incredible feeling and very nearly makes me cum right there on the spot.

“Christ, you feel amazing,” I gasp.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

I grip his forearms, digging my nails into his skin as he starts to move within me. He’s so big, he stretches me open and I feel a slight pinch of pain, but it only seems to serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through me. Max kisses me hard as he drives his cock into me. Thunder cracks outside the car and his eyes glitter in the flash of lightning that follows.

The beating of the rain on the roof is almost deafening as the fury of the storm starts to pick up. Max thrusts himself into me harder, hitting that spot deep inside of me that touches off explosions of sensation within me. My entire body is vibrating, and my breathing is labored as he fucks me with a hard, steady rhythm.

The crack of his flesh meeting mine fills my ears, somehow melding with the rain beating down on us, creating an erotic symphony that makes me shudder. My eyes roll into the back of my head and a stuttering gasp passes my lips as Max moves within me.

“Fuck me, Max,” I gasp.

He braces himself on his arms above me and pumps his hips even harder. I grip his arms harder and raise myself up, biting his shoulder. He draws in a sharp breath but keeps driving himself into me. My body is tensing, and I feel another explosion building, one that is going to be more intense than the last.

Max lets out a long, quavering breath and his body is growing tighter. His face is strained and red, and the veins are standing out on his neck. I can tell that he’s quickly approaching the peak but is doing his best to hold off.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper in his ear. “Cum for me. Cum inside of me.”

As if my words were the key that unlocks something in him, Max starts to pound himself into me, unleashing a whole new wave of pleasure inside of me. His mouth crashes against mine as he fucks me, our bodies moving together in a hard, sensuous rhythm. My belly is turning over on itself and I’m tingling from my head to my toes.

Max drives his cock as deep into me as he can go and holds himself there. I press my head back against the seat and the cry that explodes from my mouth is louder than the thunder roaring outside. Gripped by the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt before, I cling to him as tightly as I can.

A moment later, I feel Max’s cock swell and then twitch, making me shiver. With a loud, languid moan, he erupts. Another cry is torn from me as Max’s cock throbs, pumping his warm, thick seed into me. I revel in the feeling of him filling me up with it.

Panting like we’ve just run a marathon and our pulses racing, Max and I hold onto each other, riding out the waves of pleasure. Slowly, we start coming back down to Earth, and I feel him soften, then slip out of me. He sits up, then pulls me up to him. I lay my head on his shoulder, my body tingling as I feel his seed still within me.

Outside, the storm is raging, the rain coming down on the roof of the truck almost violently. The windows are all fogged up, though, so we can’t see anything out there, which is fine with me, since all I want right now is in here with me.

“That was amazing,” he finally says, his voice low and husky.

I nod. “It was. I think this is something we should do again.”

“I agree. Just give me a few minutes first.”

I laugh and he holds me to him even tighter. The moment feels so normal and so natural that I’m taken aback by it. More than that, though, I feel good. Amazing, actually. I can’t recall ever feeling like this at any point in my life. And I’m not just talking about the sex, although that certainly applies as well. But what I’m feeling is something a lot more profound. Something unexpected. But at the same time, something entirely welcome.

“I didn’t picture our evening going this way. You never struck me as a sex-on-the-first-date type of girl,” he says.

“I’m just full of surprises.”

He nods. “That you are. And I want to learn every single one of them.”

I shrug. “A girl can’t give away all her secrets.”

The smile that crosses his face is positively devious. “I guess I’ll have to pry them out of you, then.”

Max kisses me again, leaning into me, and I feel him getting hard again. My body immediately responds to him and I laugh.

“This could be the start of a very long night.”

“There’s no ‘could be’ about it,” he replies.

“Good answer,” I tell him with a flirtatious smile on my face. “Now get to work.”