He shot me a heated gaze. “I’d like to be doing something to you, right now, and it doesn’t involve pinching you.”
Instantly the atmosphere in the hallway seemed to change. I felt myself growing warm, and I could feel a dull aching need, start low inside me. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, feeling the sudden dampness of my panties.
“Do you have to be somewhere, anytime soon?” I asked.
His lips curved up. “Believe me, after a few days away from you, I would not have come straight from the airport, unless I had the time available, to spend with you. If you will have me, the only place I wish to be right now, is between your legs, in your bed, feeling that sweet cunt all around me.”
Before I could answer him, I heard a greatly exaggerated clearing of a throat, and spun around to see Mel watching us, hot colour in her cheeks.
“I think that’s my cue to fade into the background.” She said. “I came to see who was at the door, and arrived just in time to hear Dante’s explanation, about where he’d like to be right now. To that I say oops, and exit, stage right.” She stepped out of view, before suddenly stepping back into the doorway. “Hi Dante; welcome back.” She grinned at him, and this time when she turned away, she didn’t return.
“Sorry, if you’re looking for privacy, you won’t necessarily get it here.”
“Well, we’re just going to have to try and be quiet, won’t we?”
I gave him a doubtful look. “You would have more control than me. You know I’ll probably end up wailing like a banshee.”
Dante grinned at me, his teeth looking very white, against his olive skin. “Well, I may have to gag you.”
“Dream on, no one gags me.” I hooked my fingers into the waist of his black jeans. “Now, are you coming, or you want to stand here all evening, telling me how good you’ll be?”
“Bossy and rude I see. Very well, come on then.” He went to turn away, but suddenly he swung back, lunged, and before I could do anything, I was over his shoulder.
I squealed, hitting him, but it was a futile thing on my part. Hitting Dante was like smacking my hand, against concrete.
“Put me down.” I tried hitting him on the ass, but he paid no attention, instead, moving quickly through the house, towards my bedroom. Of course he knew where it was, he’d remember from the night he’d come with Alex.
“You are a wildcat, aren’t you?” Dante tightened his arm around my legs, as he walked. “If you hit me one more time, I will spank you.” He warned.
I froze at his words, trying to ignore the excitement that flared in me. “You wouldn’t dare.” I tried to call his bluff.
“Try me cara.”
Unable to help myself, I smacked him one more time, on his tight ass.
Instantly, his hand came down hard on mine, and I squealed. “That hurt.” I complained, wanting to rub where it was stinging, but I couldn’t while I was over his shoulder.
“I did warn you. You are the one, who wanted to see, if I would do it or not.”
We walked into my room, well he did. I wasn’t walking anywhere, since I was still over his shoulder. Dante stopped moving, and I felt myself starting to slide off him, as he pulled me down, but rather than letting me stand, he tightened his grip on me, and I felt myself become air born, just before I hit the bed, bouncing wildly, arms and legs flailing.
My eyes turned to him, ready to say something smart, but the words died in my throat, when I saw him kicking off his shoes, all his focus on me.
God, he looked sexy, dark, kind of a little dangerous, but bloody gorgeous too.
Slowly he unbuttoned the deep blue shirt he was wearing, and I followed his hand for every button, my eyes eagerly drinking in the sight, of that smooth olive skin, as the shirt opened up, revealing him to me.
Once it was undone, he shrugged it off his shoulders, and tossed it over, onto the chair by my dressing table. I watched it land, before my eyes returned, to the man standing before me.
His eyes left mine, long enough to pull his socks off, but when his hands shifted, to open the button on his jeans, and lower the zip, his focus returned to me.
When he hooked his thumbs in the waist, and began to lower them, I sat up, my tongue circling my lips in anticipation. As soon as the denim was low enough, that huge, impressive cock of his sprang free, swinging back up, to slap lightly against his stomach. He pushed his jeans, the rest of the way off, and threw them over with his shirt.
“Suddenly I feel overdressed.” I murmured, and Dante smiled at me, his hand closing around the base of his cock. He began to lightly stroke it, as he watched me, and I couldn’t do anything else, but watch, nearly salivating down the front of myself.
“Why don’t you strip for me cara? I would like to watch you now.”
At his words, my heart began to beat faster. I climbed off the bed, and hastily pulled my dress over my head, throwing it over onto the chair, with Dante’s clothes.
I hesitated for a moment, in just my bra and matching panties. I could see the heat in his eyes, as they moved down me, from head to toe.
Seeing his reaction, to me, boosted my self-confidence, and with my teeth biting my lower lip, I reached behind me to undo my bra. It fell forward, and I quickly discarded it, onto the pile of clothing, on my chair.
Again I hesitated, while Dante watched me. I kept my teeth buried in my lip, hoping that I looked sexy, and that I drove him wild, as Anastasia’s lip biting, had done for Christian Grey. I could only hope that I didn’t look like a rabid dog, about to chew half my own face off.
I must have been succeeding, because Dante still watched me, still stroking his impressive cock, from root to tip.
I lowered my hands to my panties, ready to pull them down, but before I could do so, I was stopped.
My eyes shot to his, and the heat in those brown depths, felt like they were scorching me.
“Leave the panties cara.” He said, as his hand slipped between my legs, pulling the lace to the side, just before he pushed a couple of fingers into me. “Oh you are ready, aren’t you? You’re so wet for me.”
I gasped, unable to find the words to answer him, as all my attention was south right now, to where his fingers worked their way in and out of me, curling to rub over that special spot inside.
“I want to take you hard and fast Grace. I’ve missed you, and I’m not feeling my customary control, right now.” His hand still worked its magic, between my legs, as he spoke. When he fell silent, he bent forward, tugging on my lower lip, pulling it free from where my teeth bit into it.
His words, his mouth turned me on. I could feel the urgency in his touch, and I could hear it in the tone of his voice.
“Fuck me Dante. I want to feel that big, hard cock of yours pounding into me.” I leaned into him, kissing his broad chest, nipping him lightly over one pectoral muscle, before trailing my lips up to his neck, and biting him.
My hand curled around his cock, feeling it jerk against my palm. He groaned, thrusting forward slightly, and I smiled, licking the saltiness of his skin, secretly thrilled that Mr Control, the owner of Dial A Stud, and former stud himself, seemed to be rapidly coming apart.
He took me by surprise when he pulled away abruptly, spinning me suddenly, so I was facing the bed. A firm hand between my shoulder blades pitched me forward, and I threw my arms out to brace myself on the mattress.
I felt his hands between my legs again, testing me, but I was so wet, I’m sure if I didn’t still have my panties on, I’d be leaking down my thighs.
“Are you ready? This will not be gentle.” His words made my legs shake with anticipation.
“Yes, hell yes. Please Dante.” I thrust my ass up, inviting him to fuck me.
The fabric of my panties was yanked aside so abruptly, I don’t know how, the fragile material took the rough treatment, and suddenly, I could feel the broad head of his cock probing my pussy.
I pushed back, just as he thrust forward and we both groaned as he surged inside, his vast length,
opening me, stretching me, as he filled me to the hilt.
He stilled, bending over me, the warmth of his chest, pressed against my back. I could feel his lips kissing me, from one shoulder to the other as he waited for my body to adjust to his.
When finally, he began to move, I braced myself, gasping with every brush of his piercing inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good, so tight, so wet and hot.” He thrust a couple of times, his movements lazy, unhurried. “I do believe you’re going to make me come. I think you’re definitely helping me overcome my little problem.” He growled; his breathing loud, rasping, and hot against my back.
“I love you.” I moaned, and I Dante cursed, slamming into me so hard, I nearly fell over the bed.
“Do you have any idea what it means to me, to hear you say that? I love you too, but hearing those words, on your lips, makes me even hotter for you. I’m going to fuck you now.”
He shifted his hands to my hips, and his fingers dug into me, holding me steady.
The time for slow and easy was over. He began to thrust, hard and fast, his fingers gripping me so firmly, I knew I’d bruise.
Relentlessly, he pounded into me. That huge cock of his filling me, the piercing rubbing in all the right places, and with every thrust that battered against my womb, I felt my orgasm rising in me.
The room filled with the sounds of our tortured breathing, the slapping of our bodies coming together, and the slightly embarrassing sound of my wet pussy, being fucked at a near punishing pace.
I began to moan as I reached the precipice, tightening around Dante’s cock, and he responded with a groan of his own.
“Come for me cara. I feel you, so close, that vice like cunt of yours is hanging on so tightly. I want to feel you let go, I need to feel you milking me, as you come on my cock.” He groaned, when his words, made me clench around him. “Like that, yes…come on…” He trailed off, his pace increasing even more.
That was as much as I could take. His thrusts, his cock, his words, pushed me over the edge, and I let go spectacularly, screaming his name, as I came violently.
Behind me, Dante grunted, his fingers digging in harder, to hold me to him, when my legs threatened, to give out on me.
I felt him drive into me a couple more times, before his body tensed. He shuddered, and I heard my name on his lips, just as the warmth of his release, began to fill me.
My pussy milked him, squeezing him rhythmically, and he moaned, shaking through every moment, of a release, that was obviously very intense for him.
We stayed like that, his body bent over mine, still joined as we slowly came down, from our orgasms.
My legs started shaking, and I really didn’t know how much longer, I could stay on my feet. It seemed I wasn’t the only one though, I could feel Dante’s body quivering through me, as he rested over my back.
My knees shook harder, and I knew, I was moments from collapsing. Dante obviously realised, and he pulled out, lifting me onto the mattress. Immediately, a trickle of our combined release began to drip from me, onto my sheets, but I was too wiped out, from my orgasm to care.
I dropped onto the bed, and Dante crawled up behind me, one arm circling my waist, to pull me back to him. Exhausted, I glanced at the clock, thinking it was too early to sleep now, but I didn’t care. I just needed to close my eyes, for a little while.
I heard Dante yawn, and realised he was possibly a bit fucked up, since he’d be on a different time zone. I grinned to myself at my thoughts. He wasn’t fucked up, but he sure was fucked. He’d obviously needed it, and he’d come so hard, it made me smile to myself, thinking about it. For someone, who had struggled to come, he was embracing it now.
I closed my eyes; still smiling. I felt Dante’s arm, that was around me grow heavy, and his breathing even out. He was asleep.
“I love you baby.” I whispered, and closed my eyes too, giving in, to my need for sleep.
When I woke, my eyes moved to the clock, surprised to see it was almost 9pm. I’d slept for nearly three hours. Dante was glued to my back, his breathing deep and even, so he was still asleep.
I needed to get up and use the bathroom but a part of me hated to leave him. Of course my bladder won out. It was getting more demanding, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. The only problem was going to be, trying to free myself from Dante’s arms, without waking him.
I slid my legs to the side of the bed, and actually got my feet hanging over the edge. The only trouble was; the rest of me was still pinned to the mattress.
Slowly, inch by painfully slow inch, I managed to free myself from Dante’s arms, without waking him. By now, I was almost ready to pee myself, so as soon as I could, I clambered to my feet, and hurried across the room to my bathroom.
Once I’d relieved myself, I brushed my hair and applied some very light, ‘I’m not wearing any makeup’, kind of makeup, and silently left the bathroom.
Dante was still asleep. I pulled on a silk robe, and left the bedroom. My nap had rejuvenated me, so I didn’t want to go back to bed. He was obviously tired, probably from his flight, and the different time zone, so he didn’t need me tossing and turning, next to him. I’d wake him before he was ready, and I wanted him to rest.
I went straight for the kitchen, needing something to eat, and ran into Mel and Alex, who must have arrived, sometime while I was sleeping, or while Dante and I, had been in the middle, of that mind blowing sex.
My eyes narrowed on Mel, when I saw she was wearing a robe too. So, it had been orgasms all round tonight.
“Hey there sugar. How’s Dante? I heard he’s back. It was heart-warming to hear, how enthusiastically, you welcomed him home. Screaming his name out that loud, I’m sure the neighbours all heard.” He grinned at me, and I rolled my eyes at him, before slapping his arm.
“Do you have anything, remotely resembling a filter, on that mouth of yours?” I asked.
I heard Mel snicker, and Alex shot me a wide grin.
“Aw, I’m just messing with you.” He tried to look apologetic, and failed miserably. “The Italian Stallion’s ok, is he? He didn’t ring me at all, to find out how the business was going. Whatever was going on over in Tuscany, must have kept him busy.”
“I don’t know all the details. I haven’t had a chance, to speak to him about it yet.”
“I heard you two, had far more important things, to attend to.”
“Alex, shut up now, will you?” Mel placed a hand on his arm, in an effort to get him to let up on me.
“Well, you and Mel obviously had a need, to communicate too.” I said sweetly, and he laughed. “Alright, enough with the crap; Dante’s tired, I’m letting him sleep, so no one wake him.” I warned them.
“Yes ma’am.” Alex tipped an imaginary hat to me.
Chapter Twenty One
“Is this fool bothering you?” Dante’s voice came from the doorway, and I turned to him, my mouth instantly watering, at the sight of him.
He had pulled his jeans back on, but not his shirt, and the sight of his bare, muscled chest, was almost too much, for me to handle, without leaping on the man, and having my way with him again.
He walked over to me, his arm closing around my shoulders, and I felt his lips against my hair.
“You didn’t sleep very long.” I said. “Are you rested enough?”
“I woke and you were gone. I missed you.”
“Hot damn, you two have it bad, don’t you?” Alex was grinning, his eyes shifting between the two of us.
“Yeah, we do.” I dropped my head against Dante’s shoulder. “Maybe, one day, you’ll experience it for yourself.” I gave him a pointed look, before turning my gaze to Mel.
I saw Alex’s lips curve up, and a gleam appear in his eyes. Oh yeah, he got what I was saying. He winked at me, before turning to step behind my friend, where she sat, at one of the bar stools. His arms closed around her, pulling her back against him, before he dropped a noisy, smacking kiss on her cheek.
“Now
before you two crawled your way out of bed, Mel and I were discussing dinner. We can either go out, but that would mean getting dressed, and I don’t know how you feel man, after just getting back from Italy, but the alternative, is to order in. What do say?”
“Definitely order in.” Dante and I spoke in unison, before grinning at one another.
“Good choice, but what does everyone feel, like sinking their teeth into?” Alex asked, and I rolled my eyes at him. That man turned everything, into a sexual innuendo.
After a few minutes of friendly debate, we all settled on pizzas and pasta. I wasn’t sure if Dante would want that, given he’d just come home from Italy, but he assured me it was fine.
“I don’t eat pasta and pizza every day, just because I’m in Italy. I have a strict menu plan that I stick to, most of the time. I got into the habit of it, when I started working for Dial A Stud.”
“Yeah, that’s one of the hardest parts of the job, sugar.” Alex added. “We have to maintain our bodies. It seems no woman, has a fantasy involving a soft, overweight stud.”
“Are we really that shallow?” I asked. I guess I hadn’t thought about it before. I still felt uncomfortable thinking about Dante, when I’d known him as Arnie, that morbidly obese seventeen year old boy. Would I have wanted him, the way I did now, if he’d still been overweight?
It wasn’t fair, to judge my reaction to him back then. I’d been thirteen years old. I was a late bloomer, probably due to my own, long list of insecurities; I hadn’t been obsessed with boys at that age.
I suddenly realised Alex was talking, and I’d missed half of his response. “Don’t feel bad sugar. We all like to look at pretty things. If it makes you feel any better, men are just as shallow.”
We all chatted about various topics, until our food arrived, and even after we’d eaten, we still talked. I learned more about the things Dante liked, and vice versa.
I enjoyed the interaction, between Alex and Dante too. He was far more reserved than Alex, but their friendship obviously worked. I also got to see, how Alex had been there, to look after Dante, when he was fresh back, in Australia from Italy, in a different state, and with no job or friends.
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