“Well, no Dante. My pussy might be always ready to go, but I’m not. These clothes won’t wash themselves.” I said, trying to step away from him, despite my body being so weak, and needy whenever this man, got anywhere near me.
“Fuck the washing. I am here to serve you and your needs.” He pushed up against my back, his body forcing me against the washing machine, where I could clearly feel his erection.
I turned my head to him, one eyebrow raised. “For someone who was having some issues coming, you seem to have embraced the orgasm now.”
Dante laughed. “Embraced the orgasm? It’s you who has helped me. I don’t feel pressured to perform with you Grace. You are helping to renew my desire for sex, and I believe that more practice, should lead to a full recovery. There is still room for improvement, as you know. It took a bit more effort from you last night, to help me, but today I feel more than ready to, how did you put it again? Embrace the orgasm?”
I threw the last items of clothing, into the washing machine and turned it on; the sound of the water flowing into it filling the room. “Are you trying to tell me, that if I help with this.” I pressed back against his erection. “I would be providing a service, so to speak, that it would be beneficial to your health? Like medication. My pussy is your pill. One dose and you’re good for the next four hours until the effects wear off and you need another dose?”
He grinned at me, a big wide, grin that lit up his face. God I loved to see him like that, so carefree and happy. It was very liberating to know it was me that did that for him.
“Do you think we could market it, a pussy pill? I like the sound of that cara. I suspect it will take a very long time to cure me. In fact it’s highly unlikely you will ever be able to cure me, so I will need to be medicated for life.” He said the words jokingly, but a part of me wondered if the meaning behind them was serious. Did he want me in his life forever? Did I want to be with him forever?
I looked up into his handsome face again, brown eyes shining brightly down at me, long lashes framing them, and the truth jolted through me, reality hitting me, with all the force of a rampaging bull; I was falling in love with Dante. Somewhere over the few days we’d been together, my admiration for him, my desire, attraction, everything this man made me feel, had blossomed into something more. I had never felt so comfortable around a man before. I had never wanted to spend, this much time, in the company of a man before. Normally it was a case of fuck them, before getting the hell out of there, but not with Dante.
It was fun with him; it was calming, it was so damn normal with him. We’d spent time, talking and sharing interests, our lives, losing my parents, learning to live without my parents, we joked and bickered over things, when we didn’t agree. I’d never done this with a man before. It was simple, it was normal, it was almost mundane, but it was Dante, so it was also sexy, intense, sensual, highly arousing and erotic. For the first time in my life, I had been 24/7 with a man, who didn’t bore the crap out of me. It had to be true, I was falling for him. I was falling for this beautiful, complex, troubled, damaged but incredible man.
The enormity of my realisation, that I was losing my heart to Dante, threw me for a moment, and I saw his expression change to concern.
“Are you alright? You suddenly look pale.”
“I’m fine.” I forced a smile to my face. “So, you’re telling me it’s time for your medication, is that right?” I tried, to get us back, to the, easy banter we’d had, before I’d had, my revelation.
I watched his face light up again. “Your cunt is my cure, yes. I need your pussy pill now. I’m feeling a little faint.” He swept an arm over his forehead, in a dramatic, totally hammed up performance. As an actor, he made a great stud.
I shot him a mock frown. “I think the reason you feel faint, is because all your blood, is in your cock. It would take all your blood supply to get it erect.” I joked.
Dante’s eyes gleamed with sexual and sensual promise. “You think I have a big cock cara?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Don’t be coy. You know you’re hung like a horse. You’re an Italian stallion for sure. I bet all the ladies salivated whenever you opened those leather pants of yours.”
Immediately his expression sobered. “I don’t care what they think, of me and my cock. The only woman I want to impress, is you.”
His sudden change in mood, his words, hit me, and my laughter ceased too. I stared up at him, my eyes moving over his face, taking in every feature, every inch of him.
“I’m glad. I don’t want any other woman seeing your cock.” I whispered, raising my hand, to run my fingers through his long, dark hair.
“No other woman will.” He said softly, catching my hand, and bringing it to his lips.
The washing machine started to shudder, when it began its cycle, and Dante’s eyes shifted to it.
“Let me take you on the washing machine.”
I couldn’t make any sound pass my lips, so I simply nodded.
Instantly his eyes heated, just before he spun me around and lifted me onto the washing machine. It shuddered and shook as it washed; the movements from it, vibrating between my legs.
Dante stepped up closer, parting my thighs, his eyes dropping to look at me. He ran a finger over my pussy and smiled. “Already wet for me?”
“Always.” I managed to finally speak, and watched as he lowered the zip on his jeans. Carefully he eased them over his hips, before stepping up to me again.
His arms came around me and in one fluid movement; he pulled me forward, and onto his waiting cock.
“I’m going to miss you in my home cara.” Dante’s expression held a trace of sorrow, when he turned to me, as we pulled up, at my home, that I shared with Mel.
“I need clothes, I need to see Mel, and I need to work Dante. I have loved spending time with you, but I can’t spend all my time with you. I’m sure you have plenty to do, once you’re free of me in your home. I’m sure you’ll enjoy having some peace and quiet, for a little while, and it’s not like we won’t see one another again.”
“I somehow doubt that, but we’re here now, are we going in?”
We climbed out of the car, and walked to the front door, where I unlocked it, before turning to invite Dante in.
I walked down the hallway towards the living room but before I got there, I stopped abruptly, when I heard some strange noises.
“What…” Dante started to speak, but he fell silent, when I put a finger to my lips. His eyes turned to mine, and I knew, the moment he’d heard, what I’d heard too. His attention turned down the hallway, and a slow smile came over his face.
Silently we tip toed, the rest of the way, but I held him back, while I stuck my head around the corner, and into the living room. The first thing I saw was a tanned ass, flexing and relaxing, and the shift of muscles, over broad shoulders.
Clutching at that tanned, muscled back, were, a pair of slim hands, nails scoring tracks, in the skin, of the man’s back.
Dante nudged me, and I thought he was about to go in, and break the couple up, but I grabbed him, and just in time too, as the woman cried out, shouting the man’s name, and after a few more thrusts, we watched him tense, and shudder his way, through what looked like a hell of an orgasm.
Watching them was hot, and I could feel that I was getting wet, my nipples suddenly hard, and pressing against my dress. I nearly moaned in fact, I was feeling so horny.
My eyes shifted to Dante, and I saw his, darken with desire, when he saw my expression. It seemed I wasn’t the only one, finding it highly erotic, watching Alex and Mel, fucking on my lounge.
The reality of what they were doing, penetrated my lust clouded brain. They were fucking…on…my…lounge!
“Hey.” I rounded the corner, to confront them. “You’re fucking on my lounge. You leave any kind of bodily fluids on it, and you’re buying it.”
Watching the reaction, of the couple on the lounge, was comical. Mel screamed, and seemed to be trying to do
a kind of magician’s illusion, and disappear, under Alex somehow.
Alex froze, just before he tried to spread himself out, to act as a shield for my friend. Now that was sweet of him, trying to protect Mel’s dignity.
“Bloody hell Gracie; you could have knocked?” Mel’s eyes were accusing, over Alex’s shoulders.
I turned and rapped my knuckles against the wall. “Knock, knock.” I said sarcastically. “For starters Mel, it’s my house. I didn’t knock, because as one of the residents of this house, I have keys.” I held them up and shook them. “Plus, I’ve been away for a week. How was I supposed to know, I’d come home to find you doing the dirty with Alex, on the lounge, where I sit?”
“Well, now you’re home, and caught us, doing the deed sugar. Thanks for letting us come first, before you made your presence known. Now that you have though, do you think you could either, leave the room, and let us get decent, or grab us a blanket?”
I rolled my eyes at him, when he turned his head, to grin at me, his teeth looking so white, against his tanned skin. The man had no shame, and no filter on that mouth of his either.
“Dante and I will go to the kitchen, when you’re wearing clothes again, come and join us.” I found myself answering Alex’s grin. His smile was infectious.
Dante didn’t say anything when I took his hand. He simply followed me through to the kitchen. I poured us both a drink of juice, as we waited for our friends to join us.
“You found it arousing to watch them cara?” His brown eyes met mine, across the kitchen.
I blushed. “Surprisingly, yes I did. I didn’t expect that. Why, did it turn you on?” When I realised what I’d asked him, I blushed again. “It probably doesn’t, since you would have seen it before, when you were a stud. Hell, you saw Alex fuck me, before you joined in.”
I saw his expression become pained. “I hated that. You have no idea, how much, I hated, to see him, inside you. I’d wondered for so long, what happened to you, and finally, I had found you. Then you had to make an appointment with Dial A Stud, and I couldn’t stand the thought, of another man in you. You thwarted me though, by wanting two men. I had no choice, but to drag Alex along, but it still pained me greatly, to watch him enter you. Even then, you were mine. You’ve been mine, since we were in that centre; well, in my mind at least.”
“Oh Dante, you are such a sweet man.” I whispered, at his emotional words.
“You asked, if it turned me on, to watch Alex fuck your friend?” He shook his head. “No it didn’t, but watching you becoming aroused; now that did turn me on.”
I placed my glass on the kitchen counter, and walked around to him. I took his drink from his hand, and placed it next to mine, before curling my arms around his neck, and raising my lips to his.
Chapter Nineteen
His hands framed my face, as he deepened the kiss, holding my head still, while he ravaged my mouth. It was passionate, and I could feel his struggle for control, as he kissed me.
“You two really should get a room.” Alex’s voice invaded our passionate embrace, and we leapt back from one another. I spun around to face Mel and Alex, who were both standing in the doorway of the kitchen, watching us. “How’s it going sugar?” He grinned at me.
“Probably not as well as you two seemed to be, when Dante and I arrived.” I told him dryly.
“Bloody hell Gracie, a bit of warning might have helped. So you’re home now, or is Dante whisking you away again?” Mel asked.
“No I’m home now. I’ve had no clothes, and there’s only so long I can put clients off for.” I shot a look between her, and Alex. “You two, are going to have to take it, to the bedroom from now on. I don’t need to be walking in on Alex’s ass again.” I smirked.
“You wouldn’t consider getting some things, and coming back to stay with me cara? I’m going to miss you.” Dante’s voice was like the siren’s song, calling to me, trying to sway me, but I couldn’t. Much as it was tempting to go back with him, I needed to catch up with work, and he was too much of a distraction.
“I can’t Dante. I need to get some work done. Mel and I need to catch up, some girl time.”
Alex snorted. “Mate, that translates to, they want to talk about us, compare notes. Come on, let’s get out of here. I need to talk to you anyway, and these ladies have some dick size comparisons, to discuss.”
“Well Gracie’s got a distinct advantage there.” Mel said. “She’s been with both of you.”
I threw my hands up. “Oh hell no, I’m not getting involved in discussions of cock sizes thank you, and certainly not while the owners of the cocks, are still here.”
“I think that’s our signal, to get the hell out of here.” Alex slapped Dante on the back. “Come on, let’s go.”
Dante’s eyes met mine. “I’ll call you tomorrow?” He asked, and I nodded.
“I’ll call you too my pretty lady.” Alex’s eyes lit up when he met Mel’s. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do now, will you?” He dropped a brief kiss on my friend’s lips.
We all started to head for my front door, and I actually felt a pang, at the thought of Dante leaving me. We’d been around each other for a week, and I’d liked it. I’d more than liked it. I’d love it. Still we needed a break, and my body needed a break. I’d had more sex over the last week, than I’d had in a very long time. As I walked, I could feel the delicious ache, deep inside me, from the amount of time, his cock had been inside me.
Once we were all at the door, I was pulled close for a kiss, and I could feel his passion, but there was also reluctance in him, to let go and walk away, even though it was not a permanent thing.
When we parted, I saw Mel and Alex in a clinch, until he finally pulled away. He walked out the door first, but before Dante followed him, he turned back to me. Bending forward, his lips touched my cheek briefly.
“I already miss you, my beautiful Grace. Tia mo.” He said softly, turning and following Alex from my home.
We both watched our men, until they were at their respective cars, and it wasn’t until they drove away, that either of us turned, and headed back inside.
Later that day, Mel and I sat on the lounge, glasses in our hands, and the second bottle of wine, open and on the coffee table in front of us.
“Bloody hell Gracie, so Dan is Dante and Dante is Arnie? What are the odds? He’s been looking for you, all this time?”
I shook my head. “No, but he said he’s thought of me over the years. He saw me months ago, and has watched me for a long time, but he said he couldn’t approach me, because of what he was doing, you know, being one of the studs.”
“It’s still an amazing story though, you have to admit.” Mel took another sip of her wine. “So do you like him? I mean, seriously like him? I’m telling you now girl, he likes you. He more than likes you, actually. I heard what he said to you, before he left. I don’t speak Italian, but I’ve heard those words before. Do you know what they mean?”
“No, I don’t. He’s said those words before to me.” I looked at her curiously. “Why, what do they mean?”
“Jesus girl, he told you he loved you. He fucking loves you.” She shouted at me, as if the increased volume, would somehow, make her words, sink in a little better.
“Are you sure?” I asked, stunned by her revelation. “He’s never told me he loves me in English. Why tell me only in Italian? Are you sure that’s what it means?”
Mel rolled her eyes at me. “Hang on.” She put down her wine glass, and picked up her phone, typing something into it. “Ha.” She announced, triumphantly, and turned her phone to me so I could see what she’d been doing.
I stared at it. It was, English to Italian translator, and sure enough, I love you, in English was Tia mo in Italian.
“Why didn’t he tell me?” I asked, my question not really directed at Mel. I was too stunned to do anything, but stare blankly at her phone.
“Maybe he was too scared to tell you in English. He might have been worried you’d reje
ct him.”
“I wouldn’t reject him. I love him.” I told her, and sagged on the lounge. I’d finally voiced what I’d been thinking, for the last couple of days.
“So did you tell him how you feel?” She asked, and I shook my head.
“No; I’ve only suspected I was falling for him. It’s just hit me, right now, that I love him. I do though, I really do. He’s everything I could ever want in a man. I’ve spent a week with him and loved every moment of it. There wasn’t one second where I got bored, or wanted to leave. It was a perfect time together. We talked, I mean really talked about everything and anything. I told him about my parents, we talked about my work, his Grandparents. Hell, we talked about favourite foods, everything. You name it, we talked about it. I’ve never done that, I’ve never wanted to do that. I loved it. Sometimes we just lay around together, and said nothing. I cooked for him a few times, me, cook. You know what my cooking is like. I washed the man’s clothes and…I…loved…it! We had sex, a lot of sex, so much sex, I’m feeling a little overused in the pussy department.”
Mel grinned. “So the sex is good I gather?”
I snorted. “Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. After someone like Dante, I could never go back to mediocre sex ever again. We just have a couple of little issues with him, that we’re working our way through.”
“What sort of issues? Please don’t tell me he suffers from premature ejaculation; or something like that.” She shook her head. “No, that can’t be it. He was a stud. I don’t think quick draw Megaw studs, would have been very popular, with the ladies.”
I snorted at Mel’s choice of words. “Quick draw Megaw? Where on earth do you come up with these things?”
She shot me an answering grin. “I have no idea. I guess I’m just talented like that.” She swallowed more wine, before turning her attention on me again. “Ok, so what’s wrong with him? There was a ‘but’ in your comment. Let me guess, he’s got a really hairy back or something?”
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