For a few more seconds his gaze remained on mine, like he was searching for something inside my eyes, searching forher.
“Hey,” Dante finally called, breaking the stare down between us. “Do you need help choosing an outfit?” He smirked, hands smoothing the sleek black suit he wore as proof of his fashion sense.
Offering him a sinful smile, I faced him fully. “Sure, handsome.”
Leaning into me, Dante placed a kiss on my lips and put a hand on my lower back, guiding me toward the closet. As he steered me away, his hard stare descended on André, something I wasn’t meant to see but caught through the mirror.
Releasing a settling breath, André plunged his hands into his jeans and offered me a crooked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes—the eyes that were still searching, hoping to seeherin me.
After finding a pair of skin-tight leather pants, and a lacy bustier that looked dangerously close to lingerie while pushing my boobs to the heavens, I threw on André’s rider jacket and glanced at Dante. His hands slowly caressed my legs as he zipped up my knee-high leather boots.
Dante’s gaze darkened with desire when he began to stand, glancing up at me while his fingers let go of the zipper. The change in him sent instant tingles to my navel and below, the intensity increasing in him with every inch he touched of my body.
Need pooled between my thighs when I remembered how delicious it felt with his hard length inside me, his mouth kissing me, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks. He caressed my legs on his way up, one slipping between my thighs while his mouth stopped to kiss the top of my breasts.
The tingles spread to my tightening nipples when his breath fanned the lace that covered them, and his fingers brushed my sensitive center over the leather. There was no direct contact, but my stomach still dipped with need, and I began to throb for him.
“You look mouthwatering in black.” His husky words brushed one of my nipples before he closed his mouth around it over the lace… and sucked it. Hard.
“Fuck!”Star gasped.
“Fuck!” I breathed, gripping his arms while he slowly pressed me to the door.
Fire immediately ignited inside me, not the one that destroyed things, but the one that aroused me and Star, awakening every desire we could possibly experience and demanding everything from him.
“Touch me,” I half begged, half ordered, feeling his teeth bite down on my nipple.
The next second, his hand slipped into my waistband to cup my heated center and squeeze, pulling a needy whimper out of me. His fingers expertly parted my delicate skin, finding the throbbing, sensitive spot screaming for him. He rubbed it, the tight leather constricting his movements but somehow intensifying the contact.
My nipple bounced out of his mouth as he let it go, the lace remaining wet over it and Dante rose to look into my eyes. His lips stopped only an inch from mine. “Touch me,” he echoed.
I knew his shadows could take his pants away in an instant, but he didn’t call on them, and I knew why. There was something so sinful and enticing about pleasuring each other while fully dressed… and with André just on the other side of the door.
My hand slipped past his waistband too, and I found him scrumptiously hard, skin sizzling hot as my fingers wrapped around his shaft. Our panted breaths mixed when I began to stroke him, much slower than I had this morning since he was still swollen from my “attention”. Although, he had enjoyed every second of it.
“I’m going to need you to attack me like that again… at least once a day,” Dante added, hearing my thoughts. A naughtysmirk stretched his lips before his wrist tilted and he slipped his finger deep inside me.
“Dante!” I moaned, gripping his hardness tighter in response to the pleasure pulsing through me with his finger sliding in and out.
His smirk turned deadly right before he claimed my mouth, and my stroking increased on him. Enjoying his every reaction when I squeezed his head and rubbed my thumb over his tip.
I fought to hold myself upright. Waves of need rolled into me every time his touch circled the most sensitive part of me, his finger increasing the pace inside me.
With each ravaging kiss, the need pushed us higher and higher until I knew I’d hardly take another breath without coming apart for him and he for me. My other hand joined in stroking him, and I could feel his hardness begin to jerk in my hold when I squeezed him, his throbbing becoming everything I wanted.
The sweet orgasm was building for both of us.
“I need you inside me, Dante. Desperately.”
“Not right now. Tonight.”
“Do not deny me!”Star growled before I could, and a stormy night ignited Dante’s irises, darkening them.
Our pants instantly vanished with his shadows, and he pulled out of my hand, lifting me against the wall until my legs wrapped around him.
His throbbing hardness plunged into me the next second, stroking my aching insides hard, and giving me everything we were craving and more.
Why were we so fucking horny?
