Then the noises of the night, the hum of activity ends. Except, I still can’t sleep at all, because every time I close my eyes, I see Valentine with his sleeves rolled up. Or it’s Dante in those tight, white, tiny briefs of his, or I’m getting caught in a visceral memory of Matteo claiming me with his public and steamy kiss in front of the coffee shop. Dipping my fingers into my panties, I’m not surprised I’m soaked, but as soon as I start to touch myself, I know I’m not going to come. The ache is deeper, and pleasuring myself won’t even scratch the top of it. I need dick.
Even when I pinch my nipples and squeeze my clit, the only thing my brain can focus on is the fact that there are very available men in this house with me, and all I need to do is ask. Thinking of Valentine and the way he went down on me in the kitchen has my pussy tingling, and Matteo and I have already made out a few times, so the obvious answer to my dilemma is Dante.
“Stay,” I whisper at the dogs.
I make a slow and cautious creep down the hallway, and my heart flies to my throat when someone’s shower starts. Then I nearly die when Dante walks past where I’m hiding as he heads toward the kitchen. Since his door is open, I run on the quietest feet and all but fly into his bed the second I see it.
Squeezing my eyes shut, the tension as I hear him walking back has me rubbing my legs together to ease the build-up ofpressure or burning anticipation. I stop breathing when the door closes softly.
He prowls. There is no way to describe the way the atmosphere and even the air pressure drops to accommodate him. Instead of climbing into bed like a normal person, Dante comes up from the bottom, but being Dante, he’s quick to make a dramatic entrance, too, diving under the covers. He has his phone for some reason, the torch light is on and it sets the mood perfectly.
His teeth bite down on the arch of one of my feet, then he licks higher up my leg. Every few inches, he bites my flesh before he licks and sucks the sting away. Since I’m hiding under the blankets still, I can see the near reflection in his eyes when he comes up high enough.
He doesn’t talk. It’s pretty clear why I’m here, but in case this smart man has suddenly turned stupid on me, I spread my legs as wide as they will go. Dante drops his phone on the sheets, the light on, and neither of us could ever say we didn’t consent.
He nods, a small grin on his face before he dips down, his eyes still locked on mine, as he holds the edge of my panties to the side and closes his mouth over my pussy. He doesn’t waste a second and drives his tongue all the way inside me, licking me out very, very fucking dirty.
I last all of a second before I am shoving the blankets off the both of us, chased by a sudden desperation for more. I leap at him, but he catches me and holds me to his chest, calming the urgency with his presence and scent. Holding me until the franticness in me settles back down, he moves both of us until I’m sitting on the edge of the mattress. He stands between my legs.
Dante threads one hand in my hair before he drags me closer. He’s as wound up and as ready as I am, the head of his cock glossy with pre-come when he swipes the head over my face. Mytongue chases the flavor he leaves, but now is not the time for enjoying foreplay.
A gentle shove to my shoulder, and I fall backward. He follows me down with his top half leaning up, so he can look at me as he rubs himself through my folds. My breath shudders out, his scent raining down as he teases me with only the first inch of his cock. Boy, does he know what to do with it too, and even though he’s only toying with my entrance, I feel myself get wetter.
Dante is enjoying the intimacy as much as I am. He groans loudly, the sound deep and rumbly. I feel it against my skin like a twist of his fingers. And I need more. More of him and more of the noises he makes.
I’m pretty sure I could come just listening to the sensual sounds he makes. Maybe one day I’ll test the theory, but not today. My hips rise and my slick makes our bodies glide together so effortlessly, and it’s so right, I feel it physically but also deeper.
He shows off his strength and control by taking his time as he fills me, making the stretching burn of our carnal joining last.
With his hips pressed to mine and his cock deep inside, his noises are like a serenade. He leans down, his tongue filling my mouth, and he groans in appreciation as he tastes himself on my lips.
I expected hard and fast from him—I wanted that too—but Dante ruins me in the way he moves his body with torturously deliberation, his hips swirling as he makes sure I feel every glorious inch of him, then drags his entire length out with the same maddening slowness.
It’s like an erotic dance. He leads and I follow, and I come alive under him as he kisses and bites, licks and sucks, gives and takes. Spreading my legs wide, his hands clamping my thighs down, he starts to move in and out faster. But each time he’s inas far as he can go, he flicks his hips, rubbing his knot against my pussy, teasing and coaxing my body to open up and take him.
The feeling of him inside me is indescribable; the way it makes me feel is nothing short of desperate.
Dante leaves a trail of wicked kisses and nipping bites from my mouth to the special spot on my throat reserved for bonding marks. He circles my clit with one of his fingers in leisurely strokes, in complete contrast to the way he works his mouth over my throat, simulating a bite. When he bites down hard enough to leave a bruise, my back arches off the bed and his knot surges inside my pussy. Pleasure explodes, prisms of light dancing over my eyes, and I survive on sour cherry kisses that push air into my lungs.
Keeping us locked together, he wraps my legs around his waist before he rolls onto his back and makes me ride him. Each time I move, his knot rubs over my clit, his cock hits deeper, and my orgasm isn’t a climax to my pleasure—it’s a beginning.
I come, my pussy clamping down on him so tight that he grunts each time he thrusts, but he doesn’t let the rolling orgasm go. He winds it up higher, twisting my nipples and filling my mouth with his tongue.
I can feel how close he is to coming, and I can see it. His eyes are hooded low and full of desire, his carnal want making him even more unbelievably attractive.
His muscles ripple, but I can feel the tautness in them too, like they’re about to snap. I move my hips, chasing more pleasure for both of us, grinding my pussy harder against his knot until he clamps his hands on my hips, stopping me from moving, before he thrusts upward, harder, deeper.
I hold on, succumbing to the crashing waves, the tides of pleasure as Dante uses my body in such a beautiful way. It’s no one-sided affair. I bear down on him, leaning over and biting histhroat, both of us trembling and covered in a sheen that reeks of us and sex.
I’m trembling, lost in a haze of almonds and sour cherries, the sounds we make echoing around the room. He locks his arms around my back, holding me tight against him as he comes so hard, I feel each time he empties himself. My cunt continues to spasm and pulse around him, eager and desperate for this never to end, but he ignores my whining, rocking us slowly, guiding us back down to earth.
23
Layne
The door opens before dawn. I hear it but also felt Dante stir. Opening my eyes, I see Valentine as a dark shadow. Something must have pulled him from his sleep.
“He sleepwalks when he’s stressed,” Dante whispers, his lips against my skin.
