Dante used his hands to lever himself up until he was sitting and I shifted back enough so he could hold the position. His fingers tore at my buttons while I pressed my mouth against his in the gentlest of kisses over and over again. For the life of me, I couldn’t stop touching him. I couldn’t get enough.
And it was scaring the shit out of me.
I stopped kissing him for a moment when I felt him jerking at my shirt and realized he’d lost patience with trying to get the last of the buttons free. I heard a couple of the buttons go flying and hit the wall, but I didn’t care in the least. I wrapped my arm around Dante’s shoulders as his mouth latched onto one of my nipples. Never in a million years would I have guessed the spot to be an erogenous zone. But it most definitely was. I searched out the hem of Dante’s shirt and tugged until I was able to pull it off over his shoulders, interrupting his attention on my nipple. Undaunted, he lavished the same love on the other one while his hand wrapped around my cock again before sliding down to cradle my balls. But the best part was his free hand sliding down the back of my pants to grip my ass. It definitely should have freaked me out, but I was too far gone to care. Hell, if he’d told me to bend over in that moment, I’d have gladly done it.
The tension in my body ratcheted up another notch and I shook my head as I closed my hand around Dante’s wrist as he began stroking my cock again. “I’m too close,” I muttered, even as I kept trying to grind my dick against Dante’s body.
Dante nodded and then we were both scrambling to our feet. My fingers shook as I tore at his pants. I barely noticed Dante removing his gun from the back of his pants and placing it on the floor so it would be out of the way. He fumbled around his backpocket for his wallet as I finally got his zipper down. I let my fingers rub over the outline of his dick through the fabric of his underwear. There was a wet spot on the material and my mouth instantly filled with saliva as I imagined what he’d taste like compared to me. Dante seemed to know what I was thinking, because his hand shot down to his underwear and he quickly pushed them down, freeing his impressive cock. I watched in fascination as he stroked himself a few times. Pre-cum was dripping generously down the sides of his velvety flesh and I saw some of it collect at the juncture where his thumb met his pointer finger. I grabbed his hand and dragged it up to my waiting mouth. His essence had my taste buds thrumming with eagerness as I licked up every drop of fluid I could find and then he was kissing me.
He stopped so he could focus on getting a condom out of his wallet along with a packet of something I figured was lube. It was that little packet that had my excitement going even higher.
I was really going to do this. I was going to fuck another man. I was going to fuck Dante.
Right after the rush of exhilaration came the flood of nervousness. I’d never had anal sex, not even with a woman. What if I couldn’t make it good for Dante? What if I ended up hurting him? Was it possible once I got inside of him, I’d freak out and regret it?
“Hey,” Dante said softly as his hand came up to hold me gently by the neck. I had no doubt he could feel my racing heart. “Don’t overthink it,” was all he said.
I nodded. I let my eyes drift to his dick as he tore open the condom. He was long and thick and pre-cum was still seeping from the perfectly shaped crown. Several prominent veins ran the length of his shaft and his balls were full and heavy. I couldn’t resist reaching for him and testing the texture of his skin. Dante groaned when I closed my hand around his shaft and that sent a thrill through me. I began experimentally pumping his dick, applying the same amount of pressure I used on my own cock.
“Just like that,” Dante hummed appreciatively as his eyes dropped to watch me stroking him. He began thrusting into my fist and I automatically increased the pressure and the pace. I lovedwatching his thighs flex as he pushed into my hand and I imagined them pressed up against the backs of my thighs as he was taking me from behind. The idea of him inside me both scared and intrigued me. I’d always been the one in control when it came to sex…what would it be like to give that over to someone else? To trust someone else to take care of my every need? No, not someone…Dante.
Dante suddenly let out a harsh curse and quickly removed the condom from the wrapper. I moaned when he began sliding it down my dick, but he didn’t linger. Instead, he slathered some lube all over my shaft and then he was shoving his pants down to his ankles. I watched in awe as he reached behind himself, a generous amount of lube on his finger.
No fucking way was I going to miss this.
“I need to see,” I snarled as I turned Dante and pushed him against the wall. He caught himself with his free hand and I pulled his hips back a little bit and then used my hands to split him open to expose one finger buried deep inside his body.
“Jesus,” I whispered as he worked the lube deeper. He pulled his glistening finger out long enough to add a second and then he was carefully pressing them inside of himself in one long, slow push.
Dante was watching me over his shoulder, his gaze a mix of hunger and excitement. I kept my eyes on him as I rubbed one of my hands over his ass and then slid my finger down to where his body was being stretched by his own digits. I dropped my eyes so I could explore him, but when he removed his fingers and his hole stayed open for the briefest of moments, a bolt of raw lust shot through me. Dante grabbed my hand with his and then he was pushing one of my fingers into his body.
“Shit,” he hissed and he pressed his forehead and both hands against the wall.
The heat and pressure were indescribable. Once I got past the outer muscles, it felt like his body was sucking me in and my mouth went dry as I realized all that heat and friction would be engulfing my dick in just a few moments.
If I could keep from coming for that long.
I slid my finger in past the last knuckle and pulled back beforerepeating the move. Dante began rocking back against me as I increased my motions. I put my hand on his hip to hold him still long enough for me to push another finger inside of him. He groaned and I saw him actually press his mouth against his arm.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked worriedly.
He shook his head violently. “I can’t wait anymore,” he managed to get out and then his hand was reaching behind him and searching out my cock. “Please, Magnus, fuck me now.”
A violent shudder went through me as I realized how much this moment was resembling the fantasy I’d had about him a week ago when I’d jerked myself off in my bedroom.
I removed my fingers, swallowing hard at the sight of his stretched hole which still looked too small to accommodate me. I helped Dante guide my cock to his opening and immediately pressed my crown inside of him. Dante let out a violent curse, but before I could even ask if he was okay, he demanded, “More!”
My lust was so out of control that I wanted to just shove my dick all the way inside of him, but my fear of hurting him was too great, so I made myself go slow. But Dante had something else in mind, because he suddenly pushed off the wall and straightened as he shoved his ass down onto my cock. He let out a hoarse shout as my length disappeared completely inside of him and my balls bumped up against his ass.
“Fuck,” I snarled as I wrapped my arms around his upper body, holding him to me. I knew I needed to let him adjust to me, but his ass was gripping me with impossible heat and pressure and my body clawed at me for more. I pulled almost all the way out before slamming forward. Dante let out another curse, but when he met my next violent thrust, I knew he was okay. His fingers were digging into my arms and there was absolutely no space between our bodies except for the few seconds that I slid my cock out of him before thrusting it back inside. Over and over I pumped into him, the delicious friction sending my need into overdrive.
“So fucking good, Dante,” I managed to get out as I sought out his mouth. He hungrily kissed me as one arm wrapped around my shoulders. Since he had nothing but me to depend on for leverage asI viciously fucked in and out of him, he clung to me with everything he had. The fingers of one hand were buried in my hair as he grunted against my mouth as we kissed. I gave up trying to make love to his mouth because all I could focus on was the need to bury myself inside of him as hard as I could, as fast as I could, as deep as I could.
“So close,” I whispered against his mouth as I felt my orgasm starting to build in my balls.
“Harder,” Dante demanded. I was vaguely aware of his right hand releasing my arm, and I realized why. I lowered my own hand to his dick, knocking his hand away and began pumping his shaft with brutal intensity. Dante shouted in pleasure as he began trying to simultaneously fuck my hand and my dick. I managed to hold off my own orgasm to focus on his. If the sounds he was making hadn’t been proof of how close he was to coming, the feeling of his pulsing shaft in my hand would have been enough. But they had nothing on the way his inner muscles were gripping me harder and harder as he neared the tipping point. When he finally went over, his ass clamped around me so hard that I let out a shout of surprise and then bit down on Dante’s shoulder as my orgasm ripped through me, taking control of my body. I was only slightly aware of warm liquid sliding down my hand as I continued to stroke Dante’s cock because my entire body had locked up so tight, I was sure the slightest touch would shatter me. My hips kept slamming against Dante as I throttled into him. My forward motion was so powerful, I ended up shoving us both forward until Dante managed to slap his hand on the wall, bracing himself for my violent pounding. Relief speared through me as jet after jet of cum left my body and filled the condom. I’d released Dante’s dick at some point and I was clinging to him, my sweat covered chest pressed to his hot back and my hips still pumping into his trembling ass. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as the violent sensations began to slow, but I couldn’t move because the aftershocks were still too intense.
Minutes or hours could have passed before my body finally relaxed and I was awash in the quiet energy tingling just beneath the surface of my skin. I was still struggling to breathe, but I hadenough strength to place kisses along Dante’s neck and just below his ear. His body was nearly flush with the wall and I could feel his breath sawing in and out of him as he came down from his own orgasm.
