9- A very tasty fuck

POV Dominic:

“Wake up, sleepyhead! It's Sunday.”

I ignored the melodic voice in my ear and his caresses on my neck and turned to the opposite side, untangling myself and resuming my sleep. The intense night and the wild sex had exhausted me, I needed to rest. From the days I landed in Brazil until the day before, I hadn't had a moment's rest. Even though I was used to the grueling work routine and the nights out with hot women, if it happened, I wouldn't spare some time alone.

“I'm going to suck your hot cock...”

And it didn't look like it was going to happen any time soon. Ellen didn't ponder the tricks to turn silence into moans.

“Then we'll fuck...” Her nails scratched my back. “My day gets an upgrade with that dynamic.”

The persistent little devil had already gotten me hard, to her delight.

“I'd never refuse to fuck your mouth in the morning.” I reached for the slutty face. “Kneel for me, just the way I like it.”

She bit her lips and slid off the bed, positioning herself obediently.

I did the same.

“Ellen, Ellen, what am I going to do with you?”

The cunning girl laughed wildly, closing her hand on my member, intimate, daring. I caught her hair between my fingers to control the rhythm.

“Suck me!”

Her eyes fell on his desire, she moaned lowly as her moist tongue circled the glans, her lips sliding slowly down the cock. We returned to eye contact, depraved, obscene, ours. I let the fiery girl dictate the speed until my cock reached her throat, and then I took control. I squeezed the dark strands, pulling the scalp, and she gasped at the sudden contact. Furthermore, I thrust my hips against her face, fucking her mouth so hard that it was possible to drown her in pleasure. Ellen rested her hands on my thighs and authorized each deep thrust.

This was the dynamic I liked, and she liked it even more.

“You're a hot little slut who pushes me to the limit.” A hoarse whimper sounded from below.

Ellen and I, flesh and hard-on, nothing more.

For a moment, I felt miserable for feeding what was only pushing, taking. Fuck, I didn't understand why the fucked-up thought was running through my head, given that the other was about to explode into cum in the woman's mouth. There was no time for conclusion. My cock inflated, spurting spasms of cum into her tasty mouth.

“Fuck...”

She swallowed every drop, like the glutton she was.

“Now it's your turn, in the bath.” She warned, standing up sensuously. “Yummy...” She blew a kiss as she paraded in the direction indicated, her ass showing with each stride. The she-devil was going to receive my cock in her ass in a few minutes. “Just a minute, stud...”

“Go ahead, I'm behind you.”

“That's the way I like it.”

“Naughty!”

“By the book.”

My relationship with Ellen was open. I was free, and so was she. There were no charges or accusations between us, at least not on my part. I was always honest about how things worked, about how I wanted things to work after I broke off the engagement, and she accepted that.

However, I had been feeling uncomfortable for some time.

“Dominic, come good...”

The bland sensation was dispelled by the call that once again stimulated my sword.

“Hey, am I going to eat alone?” Ellen asked at the impetus of her arrival, leaning on the door frame and exploring with demanding eyes. “Gee, I don't remember doing that kind of mischief with you.”

“You do a lot with me.”

“Um, yes, I do.” The she-devil let out a vulgar smile that crumbled at the disgruntled assessment. “Are you going for a run?”

I finished by quickly putting on a pair of baggy pants and sneakers, since running in the morning was part of my routine. What's more, even though it was Sunday, I intended to review some contracts and have a drink somewhere with Athos in the early evening. It had been a while since I'd met my fucking friend.

“We'll talk later, unfortunately, I won't be joining you for coffee.”

I walked past her, leaving her frustrated in the closet space.

“How long this time?” The bitter tone came back to me.

I stared at the harsh countenance that appeared at the entrance to the room, knowing exactly what to say, but I didn't, as it would mean making up for the time I'd be in Brazil.

“Ask Valeria, she's in charge of my schedule.”

“Does your secretary know more about your life than you do?”

“Of course she does! This moment was even scheduled by her, weren't you aware of that?”

“Dominic, without irony.”

“I don't like being charged, Ellen.”

I went downstairs without delay. Maria, my maid, had already laid a table full of breakfast. I helped myself to some juice, picked up my cell phone, and checked my messages. There was one from my brother, which I decided to check later. I checked the others, nothing important. I left the glass on the table and prepared to leave, but the transformed voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Dominic, I want to have you back.” His chest expelled air. “I've had enough.”

I wasn't surprised, perhaps because my subconscious had warned me, and I still stifled the urgency. Damn it, this conversation had already happened and I knew how exhausting it was to enter that vicious circle.

“I'm going for a run, you can have your coffee and rest at home, preferably. We'll talk tomorrow.”

She begrudgingly swallowed the order, her hard face making no secret of it.

“Yes, sir.” Irony dripped from her voice.

I broke contact and left. I knew that after one race, my system would know how to deal with the situation once again.

Running has always been one of my favorite sports. I can exercise my whole body at once, especially my mind, which in my case was in turmoil. I covered a few kilometers before sitting down in a square near my condominium. Likewise, I rested my elbows on my knees and confused my thoughts: fucking Ellen felt good, there was intimacy, connection. Not even a relationship had the same desires, it suffocated and bored me. I knew what an incredible woman she was, a partner who was always by my side in turbulent times when I didn't even recognize my own self. But she deserved more, something far removed from my plans, even with her.

The obvious solution, although sometimes refused, was distance. Ellen would go to the appointment that mattered to her and I would stick to the habits I was used to.

Great thinking!

The hard part would be derailing out of the vicious circle that had become our relationship: she would ask for more, I would refuse, we would drift apart for a while, until her caresses returned her to my bed again.

Hypocrisy.

I turned my attention to my cell phone. The ringtone disconnected my mind from thoughts that contradicted my actions. I picked up the device and checked the screen. It was Nicholas, another message. I decided to read it, since I had ignored the previous one.

(Brazil is my next destination, I know you're out there. I hope I don't have to meet you.)

I gasped and didn't bother to reply.

Even with time, nothing was clarified, and a world of uncertainty set in. Practically two strangers, shady, almost enemies. Unfortunately, the tender bond we had ended,d and there were no more traces of loyal feelings, only barbs and provocations. I wasn't happy with the situation. Before all that shit, we were one: me, his hero for being the older brother, even though we were only a few years apart in age, and him, the dear brother and companion, always by my side.

I drank the rest of the water left in the bottle, disposing of the container in the recycling bin next to it, and would have headed for the penthouse, free of so many fucked-up thoughts. However, another call kept me there, and this time, a cheerful smile appeared when I answered.

“Hello, Ruben...”

“What's up, Dominic?”

“Everything's fine, I was running. How are Aunt Ester and your father?”

“Traveling, they're probably in Italy now.”

“We can have lunch, what do you think?”

Meetings like these lightened the load that often weighed on me when I was in Brazil.

“Actually, I need a favor.”

According to the tense voice, it was something important.

“If you can help, go ahead.”

“I have dinner at my girlfriend Melissa's house. And I'd really like you to come with me, I'm so fucking nervous!”

“Really?”

I was amused by the boy's distress, and soon my plans to have a drink with Athos, and maybe extend the evening, fell through. I wasn't the best person for this kind of event, because going to my girlfriend's house was an event for me, but I also remembered that some time before I returned to Brazil, I had talked to my mother about Ruben, who, even without his parents present, had always shown himself to be a golden boy.

Our family was small. So even with the routine of work, we found a way to support each other. Aunt Esther, Ruben's mother, was my father's sister and took care of the financial side of WIS, so she often traveled with Neil, Ruben's father. Apart from them, I had no other uncles. My mother was an only child and my grandparents died ten years ago. So, apart from Nick and me, Ruben was the youngest.

“Please, Dominic. Maybe her family will take me more seriously when they see my older cousin accompanying me.”

“What time should I pick you up?”

“At 6 pm.”

“Okay, let's go win over your girl's family.”