Dial a Stud: Dante's Story

by J. a Melville

  “So you haven’t spoken to him about it?” She asked.

  “I can’t, well, not yet. I know there’s something going on. He keeps dropping all these hints. I get the impression, he’s trying to make out, we’ve known each other a while, but I don’t remember it. I don’t think I’d forget someone like him. You’ve seen him. Does he look forgettable to you?”

  “There is nothing forgettable about that man Grace. Damn girl, I still can’t believe, that you got to have sex with both of them. At…the…same…fucking…time!”

  I shrugged. “I was lucky I guess.” I aimed for nonchalant.

  Mel gave a very unladylike snort. “That’s bullshit and you know it. Dante arranged it so he got to be one of the two studs. I know it pissed you off, but it’s a nice move on his part. Alex said it was hard for Dante to see him touching you. He likes you Grace, that’s obvious.”

  I twisted my fingers around each other, as I digested her words.

  “I really like him too.” I said, finally ready to say it out loud and accept it. No matter what Dante had to tell me, no matter what he had to share about his past, I still really liked him, and like Mel didn’t want to let go of Alex, I didn’t want to let go of Dante.

  “So talk to the man.”

  “I will, but he’s still not well.” I sighed. “Despite you two walking in on us having just had sex; you timed that well I must say. Dante had only just come. I swear that man is like the fucking energiser bunny. He just keeps going and going. Holy hell, he knows what he’s doing. He made me come twice, just from his voice, his words, and a finger between my legs. I came so many times I thought I was going to pass out. He has the most amazing control, but I don’t know.” I frowned. “Sometimes I think he’s too controlled. He goes ages before he comes, and it’s like he’s either waiting for my permission, or he has to test how long he can hold off having an orgasm. It’s unbelievable. He’s like the opposite of a premature ejaculator. It’s almost like…like he has trouble.” I sighed. “Oh I don’t know. It’s just, intense Mel. He’s so intense.”

  “I kind of know what you mean. Alex is sort of the same. It’s like sex isn’t a requirement for them. I’m not sure they’d even actively seek it. They don’t seem to have that same attitude towards it that most men have. Most men would do anything to get their end in, but Alex doesn’t seem so much like that, and neither does Dante, from what you’re saying.”

  “Dante said that being a stud killed their desire. Sex was a job for them. Not an act of pleasure. Even when Dante comes, I have to wonder if he’s really enjoying it. Although…” My words trailed off, as images of his face filled my head. “When he finally let himself go, he fucking let himself go, it was unbelievable Mel.”

  “So what will you do now? Are you going to come home?”

  “I can’t leave him, not while he’s sick. Plus I need to talk to him. He’s got everything, the looks, that body, but at the same time, something’s going on. He’s got this kind of vulnerability about him, I never expected him to have. Plus after seeing him so distraught from his nightmares, I think something happened to him years ago and he’s quite traumatised by it. I need to find out what, Mel, I have to know, what his story is.”

  She nodded. “I can understand that. He needs you Grace. He obviously really likes you.”

  “I have to get past his front first though. He tends to slip into stud role, when we have sex and I want him to just be Dante, not feel he has to do everything he can to give me the fuck of a life time, you know?”

  Mel rolled her eyes. “Oh hell yes, I know what you mean. You know Alex has promised to help me live all my fantasies. We took care of a few last night, but he knows I have quite a list.”

  That got me curious. “Really, why am I only just hearing of this now?”

  “I haven’t really thought about what I’d like. I’ve had the same shitty sex life you’ve had, remember? Just Alex asked me what I’d like, and it was like he opened the floodgates. Suddenly I want to try out everything, including…” She stopped abruptly, when Alex walked into the room.

  “Well, when a woman goes quiet, I can only hope that means she’s talking about me, and that it’s good talk?” His eyes shifted from Mel to me.

  “Why, little insecure are you?” I asked sweetly.

  “Aw now sugar, you trying to put some shit on me? What did you do to my friend? He’s fucked, literally and figuratively.”

  I blushed under his deep blue stare, but didn’t back down. “He’s been sick. He seemed ok before we…you know?” I waved my hand as if that would cover, for me not spelling it out clearly to him. “He wanted it too.” I hissed at him.

  Alex burst out laughing. “Oh I like you sugar. You’re so easy for me to pull your leg. You fucked the poor bastard to exhaustion, but mentally, he’s in the best shape I’ve seen him in, for a while.”

  “What does that mean exactly?” I asked him.

  He gave me a noncommittal kind of shrug. “Girl, when he’s feeling less shitty than he’s been, you talk to the man. He’s got it bad for you, be gentle with him.” He stopped abruptly. “Shit, I’m saying too much. I’ve got to get going.” He wrapped an arm around Mel. Are you ready to go home little darlin’?”

  “Do you need me to bring you anything Grace?” Mel asked, and I shook my head.

  “No, it’s ok. I doubt I’ll be here much longer. I’m not going out anywhere, so my new wardrobe of Dante’s shirts is ok. He’s got food, plenty of it. I want him well, and I need to speak to him. I want to stay.” I assured her.

  “You listen to him, when he’s well enough to speak to you sugar. You might be surprised to hear what he has to say. It’s not my place to tell you, but he had a rough patch in his life there for a while. I don’t know about all his life, but I know some. I do know this much.” He walked over and grabbed a hold of my shoulders. “I do know he likes you. Maybe I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I mean, the man, really likes you.” He pulled back. “I’ve probably said too much. Take care of him. He’s not as tough as he might seem.” He told me before turning back to Mel.

  “I…ok.” I finally muttered. “I like him Alex. I won’t deliberately hurt him, and I know there’s something about his past. He…he had a dream, or nightmare. He was so upset and crying out. God, I thought it was a dream at first, but I don’t think so, I think he was reliving something.”

  Alex didn’t respond to my words, other than to nod. I wasn’t going to get anything more out him obviously.

  Mel gave me a hug. “Call or message me, if you need anything, or you want to be picked up.” She whispered.

  “I will.” I assured her before we separated.

  “We’ll get going now then. Look after him sugar, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Alex shot me one of those cheeky grins of his. Seriously that man was like a roller coaster with his, lecturing me one minute, then teasing me the next.

  I raised an eyebrow at him. “Sounds like I can do whatever the hell I feel like then.” I said in a sickly sweet voice.

  Alex burst out laughing, and he was still chuckling to himself, when I walked him and Mel to the door, to see them out.

  “Have fun.” She whispered, before she walked out with Alex and I smiled.

  “I will, you too.” I blew her a kiss, and watched them walk down the footpath to Alex’s car.

  I stayed long enough to wave them goodbye, and even after the car was gone, I still stood there for a few moments, my head spinning with Alex’s cryptic comments.

  Finally when I felt more composed, I closed the door and headed back to check on Dante.

  Chapter Fourteen

  When I got back to Dante, he was sleeping, or at least he looked like he was.

  Quietly I walked over to the bed, and stared down at him for a while, wondering just what it was about him, that he had to tell me. The longer I stared at him, studying each feature, right down to the way every single one of his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks, the more I couldn�
�t shake that hint of familiarity about him.

  He told me he’d been watching me for a long time, long enough to have seen me making some bad choices with men, anyway. Was it possible that somewhere along the way, I had in fact, seen him too?

  “NO!” I jumped violently when Dante suddenly cried out in his sleep, his arms flailing wildly. I ducked to avoid being hit, before leaping to my feet, and climbing onto the bed from the opposite side to where he lay.

  He’d stopped thrashing, but he was panting heavily, his chest heaving so hard, I feared for his health, when he was recovering from being sick.

  Gingerly I lowered myself alongside of him, curling my arms around him the best that I could, and praying he wouldn’t suddenly start swinging his arms around again, and hit me.

  I reached for one of his hands, taking it in mine. I rested our hands back on his stomach, and since he seemed to have settled again, I began to trace the fingers of the hand I held. He had long, strong fingers and big hands. That didn’t really surprise me. Everything about Dante was big.

  As I lightly turned his hand in mine, studying every line and crease of it, something on his wrist caught my attention. Carefully I turned his hand enough to bring the inside of his wrist up, so I could see it.

  I could see straight away that it was a scar. It was old, I could tell that much, but when I looked closer at it, my heart dropped to my stomach. It was a jagged cut that ran across his wrist, and I knew, I knew what it was. I’d seen these kinds of cuts before. I had the same marks on my wrists, so I knew, I knew, he’d tried to slit his wrist, at some time in his life.

  My eyes shot up to his face, suddenly worried he’d wake and find me staring at his secret. He was still asleep and my gaze moved over his gorgeous face, while inside, my heart was splintering in my chest.

  What could have happened to this beautiful looking man, to make him resort to something like that? He was the most stunningly attractive man, I’d ever seen. It shocked me, that someone like him, someone that appeared to have it all, had felt desperate enough at some stage of his life, to try to end it.

  Gently I place his hand down again, and tucked my body in closer to his, suddenly compelled to hold him, to hug him tight, and try to absorb some of his internal pain, try and offer him some kind of comfort.

  Suddenly Dante’s body went rigid beside me, and he cried out again. God, the anguish in his voice tore at me, making me feel ripped open and exposed. I had to find out what had happened to him; what it was, that plagued his dreams, torturing him, even in sleep.

  “Cara? Cara? Grace?” He cried out and it was me he was calling for.

  I tried to run my hand down his chest, in an effort to calm him. “Dante, it’s ok, you’re safe. No one can hurt you.” I kept my tone, low and soothing.

  He rolled over so suddenly, I didn’t have time to react, and I found myself pinned under his big body. I wriggled in an attempt to make him wake, enough to release me, before he crushed me, and I gasped he was aroused. Not just aroused, he was hard as steel; that huge cock of his wedged between my legs.

  “Fuck, fuck, need to fuck.” He mumbled into my neck. “Mi permetta di cazzo.” Words I couldn’t understand spilled from his lips.

  Dante’s hips began to move restlessly against me, and the endless stream of words I couldn’t understand, were murmured into my neck, his breath hot on my skin.

  His hands moved roughly between us, and I felt my t-shirt being pushed up, just before his fingers disappeared between my legs.

  Holy hell, what on earth had set him off? Was he even awake? If I let him do this, would he remember? If I didn’t decide what to do soon, really soon, we were going to be doing this. I don’t know what was wrong with him, but his cock was battering against the inside of my thighs. He was trying to find his way in. I either helped him, or I shoved him off me and got the hell out of his bed.

  “Dante, what are you doing?” I asked him, figuring it was time to find out, if he was trying to sleep fuck me, kind of like sleep walking, but he would be sleep fucking.

  He reared up suddenly, surprising me, when his eyes shot open. “I need you.” His voice was so husky but damn, it was as sexy as hell, and a definite leg opener. Plus those three little words, and the pain in his gorgeous eyes, sealed my fate.

  I shifted, spreading my legs beneath him and he groaned, his lips returning to my neck, just as he lunged, slamming into me so hard, I cried out. Fuck, this was not going to be gentle. I was about to be well and truly fucked. It seemed that Dante the Dial A Stud, escort was gone, this was desperate to fuck Dante.

  Strangely, despite him being uncharacteristically rough, it excited me. He had been so controlled earlier. It sounded like he’d always been controlled, and something about knowing it was me, my body he was losing control in, gave me a feeling of great satisfaction.

  Dante was definitely out of control this time. He thrust violently, his movements fast and hard. I could feel his teeth on my neck as he ravaged me. His breathing ragged in my ear, his breath scorching the side of my neck.

  I brought my hands up to his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his hips as I held on. He responded by moving even faster, driving into me with such force now, I knew I’d probably be tender for a couple of days after this.

  As he fucked me, totally out of control, I wondered if I actually got off on pain, when I felt an orgasm building in me. He was slamming into me so hard, my poor cervix was copping a battering as he hit against it, over and over again. It was an exquisite kind of pain and I was getting off on it, or I was about to.

  I heard Dante begin to cry out. He sounded like he was in pain, as his thrusts became erratic. “Fuck…fuck…I…need…to…come…” He sounded like he was being tortured. “Fuck…I…can’t…I…can’t…come. Not now…not now…don’t…do…this…to…me…now.” My heart felt like it was being crushed in a fist at the agony in his voice. God, what tortured this man so much?

  He thrust jerkily a couple more times and it was enough to push me over the edge. I came hard around him, hoping my pussy squeezing him, would give him the relief he so desperately needed. It didn’t though, and with a frustrated cry, he pulled out of me and threw himself down on his back by my side, his breathing ragged. I immediately climbed onto my knees, and swung a leg over his hips.

  Dante’s arm came off his face to give me a wary look. I couldn’t get past the expression in his eyes. They were filled with such pain and anguish; I could only wonder what it was that troubled him so much.

  “What do you think you’re doing cara?”

  “I’m going to make you come.” I told him. “Watching you earlier, before Mel and Alex showed up, was so damn hot. I want to see you come again. I want to feel you filling me up. I’m going to ride you until you blow inside me.” I bent to drop a kiss on his lips. It’s my turn to fuck you now.”

  I kept my words seductive and hopefully sexy. I needed to make him see he could let go. Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt I was wearing, I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the side.

  Shifting myself into position, I rose higher to get over the length of Dante’s cock. Grasping it gently, mindful of how sensitive he was, from his lost orgasm, I lined the head up, at my opening, and slowly lowered onto him.

  I heard his breath hiss out as I took him deeper and deeper. Damn, I was feeling a bit sore myself, but this was one case of ‘taking it for the team,’ as the saying went.

  Once I was seated on him, impaled by Dante’s cock, I didn’t move for a couple of minutes, waiting for my body to adjust to being so filled up with him.

  As I sat, straddling him, feeling him throbbing inside me, I bent down, nibbling at his neck. I nipped him before sucking his skin into my mouth, knowing I’d probably give him a hickey, but not caring.

  “Stai facendo di me la vostra.” He groaned and I felt him jerk inside me. Slowly I sat up again, trailing my hands over his chest, using my nails to graze his nipples, before drawing circles on his stomach.

 
I turned my attention, back to Dante’s face, and saw the mixture of pleasure and pain, in his chocolate eyes. My mind ticked over with ideas on how to bring him undone. I could ride him, or do the rolling thing I’d done earlier, but I had one thing, I wanted to try first.

  I’d been told by other men, that I could tighten up my pussy, more than any woman, they’d ever been with. It had become almost like a party trick for me, but I was hoping that now, it might be just what it would take, to push Dante over the edge.

  Shooting him what I hoped was my sexiest smile I did one roll of my hips. As I completed the roll, I started to tighten around him, watching his expression intently.

  He didn’t seem to react at all, at first, but then his eyes widened and he gasped. Slowly I eased off on him before repeating the process.

  “Fuck, cara, your cunt, it’s like a vice.” He ground out between suddenly gritted teeth.

  Smiling, I squeezed hard around him again, and he responded by bucking up, thrusting into me.

  “You like that?” I asked him, tightening even harder around him.

  “Jesus. Do it again.” I could hear the strain in his voice.

  I did as he asked, and he responded by thrusting hard, making me moan.

  Suddenly his hands shifted to my hips, and he encouraged me to rise up, before forcing me down on him. It was obvious he needed me to move now, so I gave him what he wanted, watching his expression closely.

  “Please…faster…harder.” He begged, his eyes burning into mine. I could see the desperation in their brown depths and I hoped I’d be able to help him come this time.