by Harper Sloan
I laughed in agreement. “It’s true. I’m a lot more decisive than that. I know what I want, and I don’t relish wasting time. I’ve always been like this.”
He beamed down at me like I'd told him I'd just decided to run for President. "That's just another thing that sets you apart from the rest, Sabrina. You're in a class all of your own, and I mean that in the best way."
I smiled at the compliment, even as I wondered what kind of women he'd been shopping with before. As we left the store, Dante asked where I wanted to go next. I decided I wasn't in the mood to shop since I had more than enough clothes in my closet.
I felt like having fun and being carefree, so we decided to head down to the Santa Monica pier to go on some rides. We spent the next few hours having a delightful time going on the pacific wheel, the air lifter, and the scrambler. We played games and laughed, perfectly relaxed and enjoying the day. It was a blast, and just another example of how well we fitted together.
He was light and carefree, beaming at me as we walked. "I'm having such a great day," he told me. "I love that even little things like this make you happy. You're so easy to be around, Sabrina."
Smiling back at him I explained, "I used to come here every month or so when I was younger with my parents and my sister, so this is a happy place for me. My dad was such a junkie for this kind of stuff. Anytime there was a fair, he had to take Brooke and me for rides and funnel cake. Every year we went to Magic Mountain, Knott’s Berry Farm and Disneyland without fail, and I guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree. I love this stuff."
He laughed alongside me as we stopped in front of one of the games. "This wasn't the type of thing that my family did until I was old enough to drive. Once I did, I used to bring the girls here all the time just to hang out. I think it's great that your dad did that for you guys. It sounds like you had amazing parents."
I nodded my head in agreement. "We really did. But parents come in different forms than just the traditional mother and father. The girls adore you, Dante, so clearly you were as good for them as any parent could have been. That goes for Damien and Spencer too. The twins are amazing. You all did a really wonderful job. Even knowing as little as I do about what happened when you guys were younger, I'm in awe of all the things that you did for them. My parents always taught us that family was everything. Brooke was bonded at the hip with my mother and I was a total daddy's girl. We did everything together. I miss them both every day, but it's getting easier to think about them. It makes me happy to know that someday I'll be the same kind of parent that they were, the same kind of parent that you were to your sisters."
He tensed and appeared troubled for a moment as he looked back at me. Shaking it off, he smiled at me again. I couldn't help but notice that the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "I did the best I could, but there were a lot of times that I thought I was failing. I got lucky really, because Dominique and Delilah were born perfect. You don't ever need to worry about failing, because I have no doubt that you'll be an amazing mother. Your children will be lucky to have you."
Laughing, I shrugged my shoulders. "Here's hoping!"
I realized that I'd probably made him uncomfortable talking about my parents, and I steered the conversation in a different direction.
It was wonderful to see Dante so relaxed. He held onto my hand as much as possible, and anytime we stopped to wait for a ride, he'd put his arm around my shoulders and pull me in close to him, or he'd stand behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, holding onto both of my hands. It was as if he couldn't get close enough to me, couldn't touch me enough. I'd had no idea that he could be so tactile, but I loved it.
We left the pier at three-thirty and headed to Dante’s car for the ride to his house. He was driving his brand new convertible black Camaro, which was my favorite of all his cars. The top was down, the sun was shining and the drive was fun. I was truly content and happy, and it was all because of the new dynamic in our relationship. We'd formed a fast friendship the day I started working for him and we had only gotten closer as time had gone by. This was different though, because there was something deeper to our relationship, something that only we could understand, and it was beautiful.
He drove with his right hand on my knee, possessive and totally sexy. I could feel the tingling sensation of his hand on my body, almost like a physical charge.
I enjoyed watching him drive. He was smiling and had such a look of contentment on his face that it made my heartbeat speed up. I knew that look was because of what was going on between us, and it made me feel good. Dante is relatively easy going to begin with, but he is also mature in a way that most people his age are not. I knew him well enough to know that right in that moment, he was truly relaxed and happy. What was happening between us was a gift, and I intended to enjoy it.
Sitting next to him and watching him drive did funny things to my insides, especially when we stopped at red lights and he would transfer his attention completely to me, rubbing his hand on my cheek or his thumb over my lips. He was so intense that it made my pulse spike as I started having some wicked ideas about ways that I wanted to touch him. Thinking it over, I formulated a plan.
When we got to the next red light, I lifted his hand from my leg and pulled it to my lips to first kiss each of his fingertips followed by the center of his palm. Kissing my way back up, I pulled his index finger into my mouth and sucked. His loud gasp made me smile, and I gave him a look that conveyed to him in no uncertain terms what I wished I was sucking on right then.
He was staring at my mouth while I did this, so he totally missed that I was pulling the hem of my dress up. As the light changed, I pulled his finger from my mouth and smiled as I placed his hand at the juncture of my thighs.
His intake of breath was swift and immediate. “Oh fuck, Rina. You weren’t wearing anything under the dress!”
Nodding my head, I gave a throaty chuckle. “Nope, I’ve been bare the entire day, just waiting for the right time to let you know.”
His throaty growl left me with no doubt that it was a serious turn on. He caught me off guard when he started rubbing my already wet cleft with his fingers. My head flopped back against the headrest as I moaned and shifted my hips.
Dante chuckled before making a tsk-tsk-tsk sound. “Oh baby, you’re not going to want to do that unless you want everyone around us to know that I’ve got my fingers on you.”
My head snapped up so that I could look around. There were cars in front of us and cars behind us, but no cars immediately on either side of us. Deviously, I decided that two could play that game. Turning my head toward him, I smiled at him as his fingers continued the slow slide back and forth over my super sensitized clit.
I smirked just a little bit before saying, “Actually Dante, I think you’re going to want to control yourself so that the other drivers don’t know what I’m doing to you.”
He had just enough time to shoot a confused look at me before my hand descended into his lap. Not surprisingly, he was already hard. Unzipping his jeans, I pulled his cock out. He was hard and beautiful, and my mouth started to water. He was perfect and, for the time being at least, he was mine.
He gasped and looked around as his dick throbbed hot and hard in my hand. I was more in control than he realized, because I'd been sure to check that no one was watching before I'd pulled him out. I wouldn’t have done it if there had been anyone on either side of us.
Smiling at him, I gave instruction. “Put the top up, Dante, because I’m going down.”
He didn’t need to be told again. As he hit the control for the convertible roof to come back up, I flicked the air conditioner on.
Before the windows were all the way up, I had him in my mouth. He was hard and delicious, and I loved having him split my mouth wide with his beautiful cock. It struck me then that I'd never thought of a man's cock as being attractive, but I adored Dante's and looked forward to studying every inch of it and getting to know it very, very well. The taste of him in m
y mouth was pure sinful bliss, and I reveled in it.
Each pass of my tongue over him was like heaven, and the taste of his pre-cum was making my own arousal seep out of me onto my thighs. The car came to a stop at the next red light, and I looked up to see that it was the last one before we would turn into his neighborhood. He looked down at me with an amazed expression on his face as I returned to bobbing up and down and sucking him. “Fuck, Sabrina, what are you doing to me?”
I wasn't sure if I was doing it to him or he was doing it to me, but regardless, what we did to each other was unbelievable. I started humming and shaking my head back and forth on his cock, palming his balls with my hand as I did so. If what I was doing to him was anything like what he was doing to me, it made me insanely happy.
Suddenly the car lurched forward, and I heard the squeal of tires as he took the turn. Within a minute, we were through his gate and parking in the garage. His breath was coming in pants as he slammed the car into park.
Once the car came to a full stop, I did what I’d wanted to do since I'd first taken him into my mouth, getting to work on swallowing the tip of his cock. It wasn't easy, but after a dozen tries, I did it. I had more than several inches of him fully in my mouth, some of that down my throat.
He yelled his approval and slapped the convertible top with his left hand as his right hand fisted into my hair as he began thrusting his hips up toward my mouth. With a final wild thrust he started coming hot and hard into my mouth.
There was nothing, and I mean nothing, that had ever tasted as sexy as Dante’s come on my tongue. I did that to him, and it was a major turn on. I milked him of every drop, licking him entirely clean when he was finished.
His head was thrown back against the headrest, his breath still coming in bursts. It took him a few minutes to pull himself together, and I smiled as I watched him come back to earth. I loved seeing him out of control, loved knowing that I'd done that to him.
Finally, he turned to me and said, “If I had known it would be this hot between us, I’d have bent you over my desk that first morning and fucked you senseless. God knows I wanted to.”
I laughed, a huge smile taking over my face. He made me feel like a sexual goddess.
"You wanted me that first day?"
He let out a harsh laugh as he nodded at me. "Fuck, Rina- you have no idea. Your ass in that pencil skirt, your scent, the swell of your breasts against your blouse… I wanted to fuck you in a hundred different positions all at once—and I'd never felt like that before. I decided that I'd have to send you back to wherever you'd come from, but then you looked me in the eye and didn't blink. You were the first one of the assistants not to be inappropriate or flighty, and I knew I needed to at least give you a chance. Once you were there, I couldn't let you go. You're the best assistant I've ever had, and the best friend I've ever had, too. I didn't think there was much we didn't know about each other, but… this is so much bigger than it was in my imagination. I don't know where you learned to do what you did with your mouth, and honestly I don’t want to know because I’d probably murder the motherfucker, but that was un-fuckin-real."
Chuckling, I shook my head and told him the truth. “I didn’t ‘learn’ to do that on anyone. The truth is that before today I’ve only given a handful, and I didn’t enjoy doing it at all. The thing is… I watch porn when I masturbate. I masturbate a lot, so that's a lot of porn. I also read a lot of erotica. I picked ideas up from both of those things. I've always enjoyed sucking my vibrator before I use it, but blowjobs just weren’t my area of expertise. I’ve never gotten as turned on with anyone else as I do with you. You make it so easy to let myself go. I wanted you that first day too, you know. I wondered what it would be like to touch you, to have you inside of me.”
His jaw dropped as I said all of that and he looked stunned. “I love that you just told me that. If you knew how many nights I jacked off over and over again thinking of being inside of you… well, suffice it to say, it’s been almost every night this year, regardless of what I’d done that night. I’ve never gotten as turned on as I do with you either.”
It was my turn to breathe heavy. The idea of him stroking his cock sent a shiver through my body as I thought about how hot that would be to watch.
“Well, then we were thinking the same thing. Every time I fucked myself with my vibrator this year, I did it while thinking of you, crying out your name and wishing it was your cock inside of me when I came instead of a rubber BOB.”
He moved so fast that he was practically a flash—out of the car like a shot, and two seconds later the passenger door opened as he yanked me out of the car before throwing me over his shoulder. He fumbled a bit with the key in the kitchen door lock so I laughed at him, and he responded by turning his head and nipping at my thigh. I giggled like a schoolgirl over how impatient he was, and I was still laughing when he finally got the key to work. He almost kicked the door off the hinges as he opened it—something that made my giggling stop and my pulse start pounding. He was all alpha male sexiness and I knew that I was about to get very, very lucky.
We made it as far as the kitchen. Putting me down so that my feet were on the ground, he spun me around so that I was facing the table. Raising my dress to my waist he growled, “Grab the edge of the table baby and hold the fuck on. This is going to be a wild ride.”
I had about twenty seconds to comply before he started pumping the tip of his cock into me. I was so wet that he got inside me quicker than before, and I held onto the edge of the table as he pounded in and out, his rhythm punishing and perfect. It felt so damn good to be stretched around him, the heat of his cock burning me inside as he drove into me without restraint.
“God I fucking love watching my cock go into your tight cunt, Rina.” He had barely finished that sentence before I splintered apart, gasping and moaning through my orgasm.
Pulling out of me, he turned me around so that I was facing him before he pushed me back against the table. My legs were like jelly, and I needed the stability of something at my back.
Eyes glazed with arousal, he laid me on the table and removed my dress. Within seconds, he was inside of me again, filling me almost to the point of pain. I reveled in it, loving being full of him. Even just thinking that it was Dante’s cock inside of me made me quiver. I’d just come, but I felt like that didn’t even take the edge off.
Our mouths fused together, kissing, then biting, then licking and then kissing again. His hands held my hips steady as he sawed in and out of me. I was too hot, and I needed to come fast. Sliding my fingers between us I began rubbing my clit as I squeezed my inner muscles all around him.
He ripped his mouth from mine as he gasped and then growled down at me, “Jesus Christ, I love the feeling of your cunt gripping my cock. Fuck!”
I nodded in agreement. Fuck was right. I started chanting “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” as he pounded in and out. He paused for a minute and pulled almost all the way out, causing me to arch up and grab his ass as I yelled, “No! Don’t stop!” Letting out a ragged chuckle, he grabbed my ankles and put them on his shoulders before.
“I’m inside you, baby, so I’m sure as shit not stopping,” he said before returning to thrusting in and out of me.
Placing his hands under my ass, he lifted me further up to deepen the penetration. I let out a cry that I barely recognized as having come from me. Pulling me hard onto him, he leaned forward to kiss me again. He was rubbing my clit in that position, and it was too much to withstand. I clawed his chest as I started coming again in a long and rolling wave of ecstasy.
He growled when he felt me contracting around him. “I’m going to come so fucking hard baby.”
My orgasm got even more intense as I felt him start to come, and he kept thrusting until we were both spent. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me, kissing my collarbone and gently laying gentle kisses on my neck as I shivered beneath him. We lay like that on the table for a few minutes, until our breathing returned to normal, b
ut we both knew that we couldn’t stay like that all day. He kissed me softly as he pulled out of me, and a mini tremor rolled through me, almost like a small orgasm. When he was all the way out, I wanted to be joined back together immediately. Everything with Dante was so heightened and carnal, and it blew my mind. There was no way I ever could have prepared myself for how intense we would be together.
There was no time to rest or enjoy the aftermath of the moment. Giving me a huge smile, he grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet before giving me a quick kiss. “We just cut it real close. Go clean up and be back down here in fifteen minutes. Do whatever you have to do to make it less obvious that you’ve just been fucked sideways,” he said as he chuckled.
I squeaked as I grabbed my dress from him and prepared to leave. The entire family was about to arrive, and there would have been no explanation for any of them finding the two of us fucking like animals on the kitchen table. I was glad that we had dodged that bullet.
Laughing, I smacked his ass as I turned to leave. “Thanks ever so much for the sideways fuck babe. It was real good.” Walking away, I looked over my shoulder to see him standing in the kitchen with his head thrown back while he laughed. It turned out to be extremely fortunate that I’d gotten out of the kitchen when I did, because everyone started arriving five minutes later.
Once in Dante’s bathroom, I found the toothbrush I had used the previous night in the holder. I used the bathroom, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, brushed and redid my hair and then applied lip-gloss. A thorough check of myself in the mirror revealed that I no longer looked like I’d just been thoroughly ravaged, but I thought that there was a definite satisfied glow about me. Nothing obvious enough that anyone would notice, or at least that's what I’d hoped.
Returning to the kitchen I found Dante seasoning steaks and Brooke shucking corn. Damien walked in a few minutes later, and I spent a minute talking to him at the counter as he put his shrimp platter down. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before going to the fridge to pull out ingredients for my contribution for dinner, a tomato and mozzarella salad.