Fevered Fantasies

Estella & Dominic (11)

(♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠) Estella and Dominic 11 (♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

“I could go on forever...” I returned, ecstasy already blooming at the thought of how his shaft would feel inside my mouth.

It wasn’t fully erect, but wasn't soft either—it stood with a need that demanded attention, I took it in my hand admiring the suppleness and the playful bend at the tip.

Gripping it firmly, I ran my fingers deliberately along it. Liquid dribbled from the tip and I plunged it in, gliding my tongue on it.

I moaned, unable to resist how intoxicatingly full it felt, my mouth consuming desire itself. It was metallic against my tongue, slick and enjoyable.

Slowly, I plopped it upwards, guiding it deeper, taking every inch into my throat, and relishing the girth and friction.

I caressed his balls, and Dominic let out a ragged breath, grabbing my hair, my bare folds pressed against the cold tiled counter.

As I increased my pace, amplifying his pleasure, he gripped my waist, rubbing me against the counter, every stroke sending sparks through my veins.

That gave me a hint—while I sucked him, I twirled on the counter, feeling his c**k swell in my mouth while enjoying the mix of cold tiles, wetness, and raw flesh beneath me.

Dominic and I moaned simultaneously, our sounds filling the tight, steamy space.

He spread my thighs tracing slow, circular motions over my c**t, it felt so hot.

My legs gave way, my p***y clenched, and his c**k pressed harder into my mouth. I suckled faster, greedier. He did same until I was messily soaked all over, dripping with my own need. Then he pulled out the lipstick, gliding it deep into my p***y with a precision that made my breath catch.

I cried out, nearly biting down on his tip. The bottle felt icy inside of me, and Dominic slipped it in the best way — a way I'd never had pleasured myself, he went fast until my spot contracted seven times in a minute, slowing when my body went blissfully fuzzy.

I was feeling gradually worn out when Dominic finally released, spilling his liquid inside my mouth, his shaft twitching from pleasure.

He grabbed me, flaying my weak legs over his shoulders, and placing himself between them. His forehead glistened with sweat. I felt a little sore.

Dominic inched closer, grazing his wet tip on my folds.

It made me crave for more.

I glanced up at him, eyes heavy with lust, and he flashed a luscious grin.

Finally, I was about to be ravaged by this hot, unrelenting man.

That same minute, an indistinct shuffle of feet blended with the Mc's voice, barely audible over the bass. Dominic thrust into me, the tip of his c**k teasing my entrance, I rode on it for some seconds letting the friction drive us both wild.

“Mmmmmhnn…” we moaned in perfect sync.

We were clearly exhausted, but we both wanted more. Soft gasps escaped our throats as we nestled our bare flesh together.

I anxiously waited for Dominic's d**k to fill me up.

“Estella!” a voice called faintly, cutting through our rhythm.

It wasn’t Dominic. He paused mid-thrust, frowning, inquisitive about who it was too.

A soft knock followed, then the urgent rattle of the restroom door.

Dominic’s eyes widened. In a flash, his tip slid back just out of reach. He pressed a hand to his forehead as if trying to mentally erase the intrusion.

He had obviously jammed the door without unlocking it, trying to maintain our private moment.

Why would someone wander into a room meant for secrecy?

The caller stepped closer, revealing his face.

Chris.

He froze, eyes wide, mouth slightly open in utter astonishment, before turning on his heels and sprinting back out.

I caught my breath, looking down. My top was half undone, my skirt ridden up from the moment, and my panties left haphazardly on the floor.

Shit!

Dominic and I immediately disengaged, totally flustered. He rushed to grab his shorts, slipping them on hurriedly, his lips still tinged with my red lip stain, his bulge half-hard.

“I…” I muttered, too stunned to form words.

He made to head out.

As if an afterthought, he came back, slapping my boobs playfully and dragging my lower lips with his in a quick, teasing kiss. I reciprocated eagerly, my hands clutching at his sides.

He pulled away, walking out, and leaving me in the echoing emptiness of the restroom.

The heat of our play still thrummed between my legs.

I grabbed my panties, tucking them clumsily inside my top. My boobs were full enough to hold them in place, covering what needed covering.

In a minute, I was out of the restroom, pushing through the crowd and weaving between bodies, scanning for any sign of Chris. Right there, through the bar’s foggy window, I caught his bright blue shirt —he was leaning on a post outside, staring blankly at the street.

“You came looking for me?” I asked.

He turned around, his face looked pale. He lowered his eyes.

“Ye...ah... I...” he stammered, then paused.

“You were taking more than the normal time, Estella. I wanted to be sure you were safe.”

“Of course I am! I’m not a kid!” I replied with a bluff, brushing past him as he tried to maintain the pace, almost in a run.

I needed to get home, to wash off, to calm down. I was literally still shaking from that wholesome act.

“Were you really making out with Mr. Dominic?!”

I swerved my head sharply in his direction, eyebrows raised.

“Are you serious right now? Why did you come in? A restroom is private, sacred. It's not a sightseeing spot, you know? I never asked you to come find me if I took my time or not!" I said, my chest heaving.

Chris opened his mouth, flustered, trying to explain himself.

“You shouldn’t mingle with Mr. Dominic. I see him carry ladies in this club to...”

“I don’t freaking care!” I cut him off. “It’s none of your business, dummy!"

He stopped following me now.

I turned again, laughing sarcastically, as I folded my arms.

“You know what? I was wrong to come with you to the club! If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t be standing here acting like a judge over my life!”

“Est...ella.” He stuttered, stunned at my statement.

I whirled a finger at him. “Don’t ever speak to me again. On the way, stay out of my sight. Pretend you never knew me! At rehearsals, don’t even look in my direction. I only wanted to visit this club because I never did, not because I was okay with being your fake girlfriend!”

“You’re so disgusting! Jeez!” I finalized, shoving him aside.

“Estella!” he called.

“I… I love you, Estella. I’ve loved you for a long time. I didn't know how to say it until now. I need you to hear it.”

His voice was croaked, fragile, and desperate, but his confession only fueled the rage inside me.

I ignored all of it, striding to the street corner, my eyes scanning for the closest taxi. Chris could disappear for all I care. He ruined my night, ruined my chance of getting Dominic’s sultry c**k in my lonely box, and I hated him for that.