by Harper Sloan
"You're so fucking wet, Rina, so tight."
Each slow pump forward was getting me closer and closer to another huge orgasm. I was so close that it was making me shiver with sensation. I couldn’t help it; I clawed my nails down his back. I did it because the feelings he created inside of me were so intense that I wanted to mark him.
“Fuck!” Dante yelled as he thrust harder. “Do that again, Rina!" I hardly needed to be asked, and I did it again. “Fuck, baby, yes! Yes!"
His mouth returned to mine, our tongues tangling in time with his increasingly frantic thrusts. Each forward thrust was hitting the spot faster and with more force, and I was losing control fast.
I had to break off the kiss because I couldn’t catch my breath. Sliding my finger down to where his hand was touching my clit, I started to rub it with him.
I clenched hard, shaking as he thrust deep. “Oh fuck, Dante… I’m going to come again.”
He nodded his head and picked up more speed, “Yes, Rina. I want it. Your pussy squeezes my cock so goddamn good.”
With each thrust, he impaled me completely on his incredibly thick cock, my back rubbing against the hard tiles.
Watching him, I realized that he was trying to maintain control. I didn’t like that, because I wanted him as wild as I was. I just knew that I was only getting one shot with him, one night in his arms, and I wanted him to remember it forever. I knew that I was certainly going to.
Taking my hand from between my legs, I put two fingers into his mouth, loving that his blue eyes were almost black as he sucked my fingers and his control snapped.
Letting out a savage growl, he slammed into me a dozen more times before he started to come, filling me with his release. I detonated around him with a scream as I felt pulse after pulse of his come deep inside of me.
I was utterly done in by that orgasm and I could only murmur my appreciation when he pulled out of me and set me down on the shower bench before he started washing me. He gently rubbed his soap all over my body before helping me to my feet so that he could wash my hair and face. When he was finished, he sat me back down on the bench where I sat back and enjoyed watching as he washed himself. He looked pretty well done-in himself.
When he was finished, he dried my body and towel dried my hair before carrying me to his bed. Without any further comment, he laid me in the bed and pulled me against him, my back to his front, before wrapping his arms around me. Even as tired as I was, my nipples puckered and I shivered at how amazing his nakedness felt against my back. Briefly I considered turning over, but exhaustion started to claim me.
The last thing I remembered was him kissing the top of my head and whispering something that sounded like, “You're literally a dream come true, Sabrina." I was too drained to process that or speak anymore, and I passed out within seconds.
I woke up sore and a little disoriented sometime later. The room was dark, save for the glow from a bathroom light. There were arms wrapped around me, and I could feel someone’s chin on my shoulder. My first thought was, "What the hell is…?"
But then it all came back to me in a flash. I'd had sex with Dante. Actually, that was a massive understatement because it wasn’t just sex. It was the best sex that I’d ever had, hands down. There wasn’t even a comparison I could make to a time when it was near as good.
That explained the soreness. It wasn’t uncomfortable, comparable to how I felt when I started dancing, and muscles that were not utilized often started being used… and used hard. I'd definitely used muscles with Dante that had never been used before during sex or masturbation.
I’d needed to use the bathroom, which meant I needed to make my way out of the bed without waking Dante up. I had not been ready at all to deal with him. Ever so quietly, I worked my way out of his grip and slithered out of the bed, stealthily making my way to the bathroom.
I was flabbergasted when I saw myself in the mirror. My lips were swollen, my hair was a mess, and I was covered in faint love bites on my neck and my breasts. The marks on my breasts were the darkest, and I knew I'd be seeing them for a while. He had been more restrained with my neck, and I was grateful that I wouldn't be explaining hickeys to everyone. Looking myself over in the mirror, I realized that there was no mistaking the fact that I’d just been well and truly fucked.
I touched my reflection in surprise. Even with messed up hair and being half asleep, I had a glow about me, and I shook my head in wonder. He'd done something to me, brought something out of me that I hadn't had access to before. Sex with Dante was so much better than even my best fantasy had ever been. Given the chance, I’d easily become addicted.
I took care of business and then used Dante’s brush to deal with the mop that my hair had become when I slept on it wet. I tried to get it together but it was too much of a mess to fix, so I decided to jump in and out of the shower again. I was quick because I didn’t want to wake him up, but I felt much better when I got out.
I rubbed my hair and got it as dry as I could before brushing it for a few minutes. It was the best I could do without a hair dryer, but at least it was straight again and didn’t resemble a bird’s nest anymore.
A quick check of Dante’s bathroom drawers produced a brand new toothbrush, and I was delighted to clean my teeth. It occurred to me that I needed to make some type of plan. I couldn’t just go back out there and climb back into his bed, no matter how badly I wanted to. I didn’t relish the idea of waking up in the morning and dealing with his morning after regrets.
Suddenly, the enormity of what had happened fully hit me. I stomped my foot then ran my fingers through my hair. What the hell had I done? I should not have put my feet on his lap, and I damn sure shouldn’t have moaned.
I couldn’t bring myself to truly regret everything that happened, but I just knew that it was going to make things very, very difficult. I wasn’t the type to be a casual fuck, and Dante didn’t do commitment of any kind. The two of us were at cross-purposes where relationships were concerned.
I started to panic when I realized how much I'd put on the line when I decided to have sex with him. What if our siblings figured it out? What if I’d fucked things up so terribly that I lost my job? Brooke would be devastated to lose Dante in her life, and that would be a huge problem.
On top of all that… How could I possibly handle seeing him with Dante-bots in the future? That last thought almost made me physically ill. I stared at myself in the mirror and shook my head in horror. What had I done?
After a few minutes of that 'sky is falling' thinking, I realized I was just riling myself up. I forced myself to start calming down and took a few deep breaths to center myself. What was done was done, and I couldn’t go back. I could only go forward and try to do damage control, and I figured that my best course of action was to act like everything was normal.
I rationalized that we wouldn’t need to talk about what had happened—he certainly wouldn’t want to. I’d just make it easier for us both by having a ‘no big deal’ attitude. Friends have sex all the time. I completely ignored the little voice in my head that screamed that friends having sex is a lot easier to get over than what just happened. We hadn't just had sex. It had been something else entirely, but I couldn't allow myself to dwell on that.
After I’d gotten myself calmed down, I left the bathroom and then tiptoed out of Dante’s bedroom. My last view of him before I closed his bedroom door was of him lying on his back with his arm thrown across his eyes and the comforter lying low across his thighs.
I was so annoyed with myself when it took serious effort not to climb into the bed and wake him up with a blowjob. I didn’t even like giving blow jobs, and the fact that I suddenly felt like I wanted to was annoying. Let’s face it, I had already been careless enough and I knew that I needed to take the memories I had and go home.
Still naked, I made my way downstairs and inspected the carnage in the living room. I'd forgotten that my clothes were tattered ruins and I didn’t have anything to wear. I wound u
p cleaning up the buttons from Dante’s ruined shirt before taking my dress, my underwear and his shirt and throwing them away. Out of sight, out of mind—I hoped.
Throwing away my trashed underwear and my ruined dress meant that I was left with a mangled bra and a pair of platform wedge sandals. I couldn’t drive home in that, so I had to find something and I had prayed that I wouldn’t have to go back to Dante’s room to find it. I hit the jackpot in the laundry room where I found a basket of clean clothes. I thanked my lucky stars that the clean laundry was there as I took one of Dante’s t-shirts and a pair of his Calvin Klein briefs. Paired with my platforms, it was quite a sight.
A quick look at the key hook that hung outside of the garage door showed that I'd be able to take any of the cars that were parked in there. I didn’t take the Range Rover since that was his daily car, and while I loved his new Camaro, I didn’t want to take that, either. That left one choice, so I grabbed the set of keys to his BMW SUV.
I left a note on the counter that read, “Dante, Sorry, I had to take the BMW to get home since I didn’t have my car. I will park it in the work garage on Monday. I don't think I'll be at family dinner tomorrow night, so enjoy the rest of your weekend. : - ) Sabrina.”
Moments later I was in the car, flying down the drive. I used the car’s remote to open and close the gate, and I pulled out into the night. Just like that, I was on my way home, and the night was over. I pulled into my driveway just after three thirty in the morning, and I was in bed within minutes, asleep almost immediately.
I awoke the following morning to Brooke standing over my bed, shoving my shoulder and telling me to get up. When I opened my eyes enough to be able to see the clock, I saw that it was almost nine. I’m not a morning person, at least not before my shower, so I glared at her. “Why the hell are you waking me up at this god awful hour?”
Brooke’s annoyingly chipper in the morning, something that I was in no mood for right then. Smiling at me she said, “Aw. Who would have guessed? You, grumpy upon waking up?”
I gave her the finger and buried my head under my pillow. “Go away, Brooke. I love you, but I need sleep. Get out.”
She laughed before she said, “Sure. Would you like me to tell Dante to wait, or should I just tell him to leave?”
That had me sitting straight up in the bed in a nanosecond. “Did you just say Dante is here? Here, as in, he’s in the house right now?”
The look on her face was alarmingly observant. I forgot sometimes that Brooke noticed everything.
She was silent for a moment, and I prodded her again for an answer, hoping to keep her from putting any further thought into it.
“Yep, he’s in the living room. I told him that I’d try to get you up. So here I am, getting you up. You’re sitting up which means you really are awake and won’t go back to sleep. Damien is coming to pick me up in like two minutes so I have to go. We're going to go to Malibu with the twins and Spence for the day. I’ll be at Dante’s for dinner tonight so if you’re going, I’ll see you there. Love you!” With that, Brooke bounced out of my room, leaving the door open a crack.
I heard her as she got back into the living room and started talking to Dante. I couldn’t make out everything that was said, but I caught that she told him that she had just woken me, and then she said she would see him later for dinner.
I scurried into my bathroom, locking myself in while I leaned against the door in a panic. Fuck! What the hell was he doing at my house? I'd thought I’d at least have the day to get my emotions under control, but apparently I wasn't to be that lucky.
Taking a deep breath, I used the bathroom and then washed my hands and face. After brushing my teeth, I dealt with my hair and threw it up into a messy bun. Surveying myself in the mirror I told myself that what little I'd had time to accomplish would have to do.
Looking down, I realized that I was still wearing Dante’s shirt and underwear. I needed to fix that situation immediately, because I didn't want him to see me like that. It would be nothing but a reminder of the night before and that wasn’t a good idea.
I’d thrown open the door to my bedroom, anxious to quickly get changed before going to the living room to see Dante. I came to a halt when I saw that he was across the room from me, leaning against my bedroom door jam with his arms crossed. His eyes flared when he took in my attire.
It was a moment out of time, the two of us staring at each other in absolute silence. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I was trying to deal with the reality of the fact that he had been so deep inside of me the night before that I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
The silence stretched as we stared at each other, and then I noticed that he was taking something from his pocket. I watched as he unfolded it and held it up, showing me that it was the note I'd left last night. I was confused as to why the hell he had it with him.
Looking back up and into his eyes, the look he gave me let me know that he didn't have it with him because he wanted to discuss my penmanship.
Glaring at me he asked, “Rina, would you like to tell me what the fuck is the meaning of this shit?”
I couldn't understand what his problem was, because I thought that the note was fine.
“Uh. It’s a note? Explaining that I borrowed one of your cars? I’m sorry if you’re mad that I took it?”
I'd said all of that in a squeaky voice, turning each statement into a question because I was horribly nervous.
Dragging his hands through his hair, he glared at me again.
“Jesus, Sabrina, I couldn’t give a shit about the car. Keep it. Hand the keys to a stranger and walk away. Who cares? But this! This is all you had to say? ‘I borrowed your car, have a nice weekend.’ And you ended with a smiley face? A smiley face! Un-fucking-believable. In my entire life, I’ve never had sex without a condom. I lost myself entirely inside of you without one twice. That makes what happened last night both the best sex I’ve ever had, and the most intimate. Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to find that you snuck away in the middle of the night, leaving a note like I was a one night loser that you fucked after too many drinks at the bar.”
Yeah. I’d seriously pissed him off. I’d hemmed and hawed for a moment trying to think of a response that would calm him down, but nothing really came to mind. Finally, I decided to just cut to the chase. Taking a deep breath I blurted out, “Dante, honestly. You and I both know perfectly well that last night was a mistake. I got up and got my ass out of there to avoid this,” I said as I gestured between us.
“This tension is exactly what I didn’t want. I apologize that the note wasn’t personal, but I didn’t know what to say or what to do, and…”
He was across the room in a flash, cupping my face in his hands. I watched in a daze as he tilted my head and covered my mouth with his before laying a kiss on me that was all consuming. With infinite care, he maneuvered me to the bed and laid me down without ever breaking the kiss.
The kiss he gave me was slow, passionate and unbelievably sensual. When he lifted his head I groaned in annoyance and tried to pull him back to me, but he shook his head. His eyes were locked onto mine, and he rubbed the bottom of my lip with his thumb as he literally took my breath away.
“Rina, I don’t think last night was a mistake. I don’t want you ever thinking that, much less saying it. You weren’t some random fuck. I’ve never had sex with someone in my house, in my bed. You are different. For me, once wasn’t enough. Can you honestly tell me that it was for you? If so, I’ll leave now, and we don’t need to talk about it again. I’ll follow your lead. I never intended to make you uncomfortable.”
I was stunned because he was reacting a lot differently than I had anticipated. I could see that he wanted me to answer his question, but I hardly knew what to say. Finally, I settled on asking the one thing that my brain was screaming at me to ask.
“What do you see happening here? I need to know what I’d be getting into.”
He sighed as he
rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. After a minute of silence, he turned and propped himself up on his arm so that he could look down at me.
“I want us to do more of what we did last night, a lot more. I'm going to be straight with you though, Rina. I don’t want a traditional relationship, nor do I want a girlfriend. I never want to get married. If that’s a deal breaker for you, I’ll back off. But if you agree, let’s see this through, until the time comes that we don’t want each other anymore.”
I held in an inelegant noise at that last bit. If there was one thing I was damn sure of after the night we'd shared, it was that I wasn't going to tire of him. What he was able to do to me was a once in a lifetime thing, and I knew it. That left me in hell. No matter what happened, the situation had changed forever. If I said no, it would always hang over us. If I said yes, who knew what would happen.
Selfishly, I wanted to continue. I adored Dante, and the memories we created would last me forever. I knew that I was never going to love anyone the way that I loved him—and I knew that sex would never be so mind blowing with anyone else.
The entire time I was mulling it over, Dante was staring at me like I was a mystery box he was afraid to open. I understood then that he felt similar anxiety to my own, just for a different reason. He was worried I wouldn’t say yes, while I was worried about what would happen either way.
Finally, I realized that no matter the decision, I was screwed. There was no going back. We had crossed the Rubicon and there would be no putting the genie back in the bottle. Honestly, I wouldn't have wanted to anyway. The things he had made me feel were so far beyond anything I'd even known were possible that I couldn't regret it.
I decided to do it. I was throwing caution to the wind and taking the option that gave me the right to touch him for as long as it lasted. Of course there was going to be a price. That was a given the second he slid inside of me the night before, but I needed to do it. I’d deal with the fallout later.