“Tell me what you need to come.” I whispered.
“Hold onto me.” He whispered, just as he moved, taking me by surprise when he flipped us, me under him, and him over me, our bodies still joined.
“What are you doing?” I asked him. “You’re sick, you should be resting or letting me do the work.”
He smiled down at me. “You said you wanted to help me come, and with me on top of you, I should come. I’m not as sick as I was, and I can rest later. I need to be on you, in you, fucking you now, because with the way I’m feeling, this will not be gentle. I just hope you don’t regret wanting to unleash the beast.”
“Do your worst.” I said, my voice, suddenly husky.
Chapter Thirteen
Something flared in his eyes, just before he dropped a quick, hard kiss on my lips. Raising himself on his hands, arms straight, he kept his eyes open, watching me as he began to move.
Pulling nearly all the way out, he did one slow rotation of his hips, before pushing back into me, all the way, until he was buried deep.
Several more times he did it. The slow, almost complete withdrawal from me, the swivel of his hips, and back in again.
This was supposed to be about him, obtaining his pleasure this time, but if he didn’t stop with the long, deep strokes that rubbed over me, lighting up sensitive nerve endings, it would be me coming before him.
Restlessly, wanting to distract myself from the feelings building in me again, I ran my hands over Dante’s back. God, the man was a work of art. His body like a sculpture of hard muscles, bone and smooth skin. I moved down over his hips, to his ass and damn, what a fine ass it was, flexing with every slow thrust into me.
Of course, he knew I was close to another orgasm, and his movements became a little faster, the rotation of his hips more pronounced, as he made sure, he rubbed over every single inch of me, making it impossible, to slow down the pressure, building in me.
Suddenly he lunged, his hips angled, so the metal ball of his piercing, pressed against my g spot, and that was all it took. I flew apart again, crying out, arching under Dante. My arms and legs held onto him tightly, as I clenched around him, my muscles milking him, or trying to, as they squeezed along him, in rhythmic waves.
“Sto per venire duro cara.” He ground out, his voice passionate, urgent. “Fuck Grace.” The words burst from him, and I smiled; now that I understood.
“Let go Dante, let me feel you. Fill me up. I want you to fill me so full of your cum.” I began a steady stream of dirty talk to him. Where it was coming from, I had no idea, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.
He dropped down over me again, his body enveloping mine, and he lunged, slamming into me so hard, I gasped. Finally, he’d given up his rigid control, and I silently cheered when he began pounding into me. He was so big and hard. There was so much of him, that it hurt to have him thrusting so violently, but no way in hell, was I going to stop him. The little sting of pain, at his furious fucking of me, was overshadowed, by the feelings of triumph, sweeping through me. I was getting off, on him getting off. It was as simple, and basic as that.
“FUCK CARA!” He suddenly cried out, his voice tortured as if he was in pain, but when his movements became jerky, I knew he was about to come. I felt him tighten above me, his body momentarily rigid, just before he plunged deep a couple more times. A sound burst from him, a long, drawn out cry as if he was in the grip of something powerful. It was followed by a few harsh sounding breaths and grunts. As the sounds passed his lips, he thrust again, his body seeming to almost curl around mine, and finally, finally I felt the heat of his release deep inside me.
With every jerky movement of his big body, I felt him filling me, over and over again. When he was finally spent, he collapsed onto me, pushing me even deeper into the mattress, and I was stunned to feel the heat of his tears against my neck.
I didn’t know what to do or say, so I settled for silence, and simply pressed my lips to his shoulder, raining numerous tiny kisses over his skin.
He was breathing so hard, his body heaving with the effort needed, to get air into his lungs, and I briefly worried that he had overdone it. He was sick after all, and probably shouldn’t be doing any kind of fucking, let alone something as strenuous as that had just been.
He was also crushing me, but since he still seemed caught up in his own flood of emotions, I was reluctant to ask him to get off me. For all I knew, he might be embarrassed, and just want a little time to compose himself.
After several minutes though, with him still lying on me, still panting heavily, I suddenly worried that it had all been too much for him. I didn’t want to put him into a relapse, but he was breathing so hard, and I could feel the frantic thumping of his heart against me.
“Dante, are you alright?” I finally, tentatively asked, running a hand down his spine.
He answered me, with a muffled grunt, from where his face was still pressed into my neck.
Suddenly a voice called out from somewhere in the house, close though. I tensed, Dante went rigid on me, but before either of us could move, we heard that voice again, close. Really close, he was right next to the bed.
“So you two sorted things out then?” Alex asked, and I timidly peered at him, from over Dante’s shoulder. He spotted me looking at him, and grinned. “Hey there sugar. Is that silly bastard crushing you? Going missionary these days, big D? That’s not like you. Now get off her before you push her through the mattress.”
“Hello Gracie and Dante.” I heard Mel’s voice, and silently groaned. Marvellous, my best friend was here too. That made me look over at her again; if she was here with Alex, they must have spent the night together.
To say she looked radiant, would be putting it mildly. Damn, she nearly glowed. She could be used as a source of lighting, she was so lit up. Obviously Alex had done his job, and given her a night to remember.
I felt Dante rub his face on my shoulder, drawing my attention back to him. He raised himself, enough for me to see his expression. There was still moisture around his beautiful eyes, and he gave me a panty melting soft smile, before his expression changed, and I saw irritation flash across his face.
“What the hell are you doing in my home Alex? What do you want? I know you have a key, but from now on, do you think you can refrain from simply walking into my bedroom, without knocking?”
Alex didn’t look at all sorry for barging in on us. “Why knock? The door was open.”
“Alex wanted to see if you were ok Dante.” Mel piped up.
“Grace messaged me, to tell me you were sick. I guess we didn’t expect that you would be…that you would be…not sick.” She finally said.
“My guess is he’s feeling better babe.” Alex said, grinning at us again.
“I think we should get out, and give them some privacy.” Mel grabbed his arm. “Come on.” She tugged on him, and with another grin at us, he allowed my friend to drag him from the bedroom.
As soon as they left the room, Dante lifted himself up, and pulled out of me. The moment his cock was out, a flood of his cum flowed from me, and I could feel it running down the crack of my ass.
“Are you alright?” I asked when he flopped onto the bed, one arm over his face.
He lifted it to peer at me briefly, before hiding behind his arm again.
“I’m fine cara. I…that was…very intense and I was feeling a little overcome. I…I…it’s just that…I…sometimes…” He fell silent as if reluctant to continue. “I could have done without Alex and your friend suddenly walking in. Although I’m very pleased they didn’t walk in a few minutes earlier.” I saw his lips curve up below the arm over his face.
I stared at him for a moment, knowing he’d been trying to tell me something, before he’d obviously changed his mind. I was curious though. I sensed there was something going on with him, I just didn’t know what. Hopefully he would eventually feel comfortable enough to tell me. Now was not the time to press him for information though.
“I need to go and see Mel. She must have spent the night with Alex.” I grinned. “They met last night, and it was instant infatuation.”
Dante lowered his arm to look over at me. “You don’t need to be concerned about Alex. He can be loud and inappropriate as you just saw, but he’s got a good heart. He doesn’t use women. If he spent the night with your friend, it is because he likes her.”
I quirked up an eyebrow at him. “Are you trying to tell me, he doesn’t find women, for just one night stands?”
“You don’t believe me, I can see Grace. You forget we worked for Dial A Stud. We had to perform several nights a week. Often we had to service women for a few hours at a time. It doesn’t improve a person’s libido. It is like a slow death for it.”
“You really had that much work? Are there really that many women who want your kind of services?”
Dante’s lip curled. “You would be surprised. A lot more women these days are dissatisfied with their men. They know what they want in the bedroom, and if they can’t get their husbands and boyfriends to fulfil them, they call us. Some women choose to pay for sex, to guarantee it is satisfying, rather than going out to find a man. It actually put more strain on us cara. We had to work harder, to give them the sexual experiences they expect. Trust me when I say, if Alex has taken your friend to bed, he likes her.”
I listened to Dante’s words, noticing that there seemed to be a hint of something in his tone, a kind of sadness. The way he spoke, definitely showed, that there was nothing glamorous about being paid for sex. It sounded like the expectations placed on them by women, were greater than those of men. No wonder they’d stopped doing it, but why he’d turned around, and then bought the business, had me curious.
Actually, there was a lot about Dante, that had me curious. We had to have a talk. I needed to know, what was going on with him. What he wanted, how he knew me, I needed to know it all.
Right now, I had to go and see Mel though. Knowing her, she was probably dying to tell me about her night. She probably wouldn’t give me every minute, detail of the night, but I didn’t need that. I just wanted to be sure she was ok and happy.
I scrambled out of bed, staggering slightly. My legs were a little shaky, probably from all those mind blowing orgasms. Immediately I felt a rush of wetness between my legs, and when I saw Dante’s eyes lower to that area, I blushed.
Slowly he climbed from the bed, and I got my first look at him, in broad daylight, in all his glorious, sexy as hell, nakedness. He walked over to me, his gait relaxed, and I did a mental rolling of my eyes; the man managed to make walking look sexy.
His complexion looked much healthier, so he was obviously feeling better, which was a relief. The sensational sex we’d had, didn’t exhaust him, and there was no sign of a relapse fortunately.
“Che e cosi sexy.” He bent, and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I like to see, my cum, running down your legs, but perhaps, you should shower, before you go to speak, with your friend.” He trailed his lips to my ear. When I suddenly felt his hand between my legs, I jumped, before gasping, when he swept his fingers through me. “You’re soaked. I like it. Go shower bella signora.”
Dragging a shaky mouthful of air into my lungs, I broke free of his intense gaze, and whatever it was about him, his aura, something, that made it hard to walk away.
Once I was in the bathroom, I showered as quickly as possible, and when I was done, walked back into the bedroom, surprised to see Dante sitting on the bed.
He was hunched over, his head between his hands, and I hurried over to him, dropping to my knees before him.
“Dante, what’s wrong?” I touched his leg, and he raised his head to me. I could see pain in his beautiful, expressive eyes. As I stared into them, I felt something, a stirring, a sense of familiarity, I felt like I’d seen that pain, in those eyes, before. That was crazy of course. I didn’t know him, well not prior to that first night at the club. “What’s wrong; please, tell me?”
He shot me a rueful smile. “Seems I’m not feeling as well as I thought. My head hurts, and I feel tired. I’m certainly not in the mood for dealing with Alex, and his smart mouth. He likes to give me a hard time, as you probably noticed.”
Instantly I felt bad. I’d done this to him. No way should he have had sex, when he’d been so ill, especially on an empty stomach. I had no idea, how long it had been, since he’d eaten.
“I’ll get you something to take. You should get into bed. Will you eat something? You need to eat Dante. You’re a big, strong looking man, and I’m sure it takes a lot of food to fuel you.”
“I’ll take the Aspirin for now cara. You go and speak to your friend. Alex can come in, and speak to me, if he needs to.” He climbed back into the bed, and I pulled the sheets over him, placing a hand on his forehead. He wasn’t as hot as he’d been, but he was warm. Obviously, he wasn’t over this virus just yet.
I got him his pain killers, and lowered the blinds to darken the room a bit for him.
Once Dante was settled back in bed, I dressed in one of his shirts this time, since I needed something a little more modest, now Mel and Alex were here.
When I figured I was about as presentable as I could get, given the circumstances, I headed off to find Mel, so I could speak to her.
If I’d been curious about where things stood between Melanie and Alex, which of course I was, that question was sort of answered, when I walked into Dante’s living room, and found them in each other’s arms, his tongue, clearly halfway down my friend’s throat.
She was glued to him, or she might as well have been. I doubt I could have slipped a postage stamp between their bodies, even if I had of tried.
Mel was making some sound in her throat, and I looked at her, realising I was seeing the aroused version of my best friend. Something I wasn’t actually accustomed to seeing, strangely enough, given how long we’d known one another.
As I hovered in the doorway, I knew I would have to say or do something. I could see Alex was getting into the whole thing more, when I saw his hand cup Mel’s breast. At this rate, I’d be front row to my very first, live porn flick. I had to say something so they knew I was there.
I cleared my throat, and looked at them expectantly. Nothing, they were still exploring one another’s tonsils. I tried again, louder, really loud, and finally they parted. Well their lips did. The rest of them were still closer, than a pair of Siamese twins.
Alex was the first to recover, and step back from Mel.
“Sugar, you’ve finally joined us. So where’s the Italian Stallion? You wear the poor bastard out or something?”
I felt colour rising in my cheeks, and tried to glare at him, as my response. So, Alex called Dante, the Italian Stallion too?
“If you want to speak to him, go to the bedroom will you? He was going to come out, but he’s not feeling well. He really has been sick. When he came to the door last night, he looked like death. He was burning up. I couldn’t leave him like that, so I took care of him as well as I could.”
“Yeah, sweetness and I saw, how well you were taking care of him.” He grinned.
This time I rolled my eyes. Alex was simply a stirrer. It was pointless getting upset by anything he said. It was funny that he and Dante were close, because they were polar opposites in personality.
“Go and check on Dante will you?” I asked him. “I need to speak to Mel.”
Alex’s deep blue gaze moved between the two of us, and I saw him wink at Mel, who seemed to be struck, with the same blushing bug as me, colour rising in her cheeks, as she smiled back at him. He turned and walked from the room and when he was gone, I saw my friend visibly sag. That made me smirk, I knew that feeling well. Dante had the same effect on me.
Finally alone, we both opened our mouths, and started excitedly chattering at the same time. I held up my hand. “Hang on, you go first.” I told her.
“Holy fucking hell!” She shrieked, and I burst out laughing.
“That good huh?”
I gave her a knowing look. It really was a knowing look. I knew what it was like, to have sex with Alex after all.
“Damn Gracie, you could have warned me. That man needs to come with a health warning.” She fanned herself with her hand, and I burst out laughing again.
“So it was good? You did have sex, didn’t you?”
Mel groaned loudly. “Yeah, we had sex. The man is insatiable, but damn, does he know what he’s doing. I’m sore today though. He’s hung like a bloody horse and that piercing, fuck. Well you know all this. You’ve been with him.”
“Is that going to be weird for you?” I asked her, but she shook her head.
“No, it’s not. Well, it is a little, but the difference is, you were work, I’m not. Although after last night, I feel like I should be offering the man some money.”
I laughed again before impulsively hugging her. “I’m glad for you Mel.” I lowered my voice. “Dante told me that Alex doesn’t sleep around. They’re both pretty fucked up after working for Dial A Stud, or that’s the impression I get. Sex lost its edge for them. It became a job, not something to enjoy any more. Dante’s adamant that if Alex spent the night with you, he likes you.”
“That’s good, because I really like him too. He’s funny, but he’s kind of pushy, and he teases me endlessly, but he’s sweet and caring. Then there’s the sex, the hot, scorching hot sex that results in multiple orgasms. I swear if I have to give him up Grace, I’ll never meet another man like him. He’s effectively ruined me for life. I’ll have to settle for being an old maid, who instead of having fifty cats, has bedside drawers, full of sex toys.”
Again I laughed at Mel’s words. “That’s an image I don’t need in my head, thank you.”
Mel’s expression turned serious, and I knew she was about to begin my interrogation.
“So, spill woman. What happened after we left you here last night?”
“I swear Mel, Dante really was sick. I nearly died when he answered the door. He looked terrible, pale, glassy eyed, and he was on fire. I freaked out because he was so feverish. Lucky I found Aspirin and got some into him. He was a mess all night, tossing and turning, crying out sometimes. Oh, and then he had some kind of dream, or that’s what I thought it was at first. I’m not so sure it was a dream. I think he was having flashbacks to something from his past. God, he was so upset and calling out. He seemed so distressed. I didn’t know what to do, and he even cried.” I said those last words on little more than a whisper.
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