“Shhh,” Dante murmured as he crawled up my body and kissed me. The move should have been a turn-off, but it wasn’t. Not in the least. I felt like a jumbling, needy mess as he made love to my mouth and when he lifted off me, I wanted to cry out at the loss.
“Turn over,” Dante whispered as he gave me the space I needed to do just that. “I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours when I fill you.”
I flipped to my back and immediately hauled him down for a violent kiss. “Please don’t make me wait anymore,” I begged. I couldn’t explain why all my fears had suddenly subsided. But I knew it hadn’t just been Dante’s talented tongue that had me needing more.
“No more, baby,” he agreed and then he was snatching up the bottle of lube. A flutter of nerves skittered through my belly, but it didn’t diminish my physical craving at all. And when Dante urged my legs up and apart, the vulnerable position was secondary to the feeling of his finger rubbing over my hole. It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would when his finger ever so slowly pushed into me. It burned and it felt strange, but I was more focused on watching Dante’s expression as he watched what he was doing to me. The lube felt cold at first, but the thought was completely obliterated when Dante suddenly rubbed over a spot inside of me that had my back involuntarily arching up.
“Oh God. Again,” I moaned. I knew he was hitting my prostate, but I couldn’t make sense of how amazing it felt. It was like I was looking down on myself as Dante pleasured me and I didn’t recognize the man lying there, his body open and trembling and completely at the mercy of another.
Dante’s finger pulled out of me and then slid back in, brushing over my gland again, but too briefly to get the same reaction. What it did do was keep me on the edge of anticipation. I couldn’t tell when the firmer presses would happen. I became so lost in a haze of need and pleasure that the second finger that was pushed deep inside of me still didn’t fill me the way I was craving. But I didn’t even get a chance to ask for what I really wanted because Dante suddenly leaned down and sucked my cock into his mouth at the same time that he slid his fingers out and back in. I cried out in surprise and tangled my hand in his hair, holding him in place as I began fucking his mouth. His fingers followed the motion of my hips so that I was being fucked while still doing the fucking. I flattened my feet for leverage as I fed my cock to Dante over and over again. But when my balls were just starting to draw up tight against my body, Dante released me and then pulled his fingers out. I didn’teven get to protest because his mouth was on mine, and within a matter of seconds, his slick crown was pressing against me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered when he began to breach me. This time around it did hurt, but the accompanying burn somehow made it better instead of worse like I would have thought. Because with each inch that Dante pressed into me, the pain and burn tore through me and then changed to something more intense and made my skin itch with the need for more.
“So tight,” Dante murmured against my mouth. I had no idea how deep inside of me he was because I felt so unbearably full already, but I also didn’t want him to stop. I clasped his neck with my hands.
“Don’t stop, okay?” I said in a rush. I really didn’t understand what I was asking for, but I knew I wasn’t there yet.
“Never,” Dante breathed against my mouth. Minutes or seconds passed – I wasn’t sure which – when I finally felt Dante’s heavy balls pressing against my ass. “I have to move, Magnus. I’m sorry,” Dante said harshly. I loved the need that was pouring off him. I loved that even though he’d done this countless times before, he was just as desperate as me.
“So perfect, Dante,” I said as I shook my head in disbelief when Dante pulled out and pushed slowly back into me. “I love you so much. So fucking much…”
Dante gasped and then he surged into me and covered my mouth with his. I hadn’t meant to tell him the words yet, but like in so many of my other encounters with Dante in these past two weeks, I had no control.
He surged into me over and over and the pain and burn went away as the friction built. He was so hot and hard inside of me that I wanted to thank him for having the forethought to insist we get tested. The idea of being able to experience his body in the same way he was experiencing mine, of being able to finally mark him in the way I wanted, only served to ratchet my need even higher. I wrapped both my arms and legs around him as he rocked into me over and over again, his face buried in the spot where my neck met my shoulder. I was so close to coming that I wanted to enjoy the lastfew seconds I had just before I went over, but then Dante shifted his hips just a little and I went off like a rocket as something inside of me exploded. I might have called his name and told him I loved him again, but I couldn’t be sure because nothing existed outside the shower of pleasure that rained down on me. I saw darkness, then light as my cock erupted and I dimly realized he hadn’t even needed to touch me there to get me off. The orgasm continued every time Dante surged into me and I reached a point where I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to catch my breath. But when the stranglehold of pleasure finally began to ease, I was only aware of Dante relentlessly slinging into me over and over again. He’d locked his elbows so he could watch me as I’d come and I met his dark eyes which were filled with an almost frightening level of desperation that seemed to border on panic.
“Magnus,” he whispered harshly as sweat dripped off his forehead.
“It’s okay, baby,” I murmured as I gripped the side of his head. He pressed against my hand and then shook his head. Whatever emotion I’d been feeling as I’d found my own release seemed to be amplified in Dante. But while I had accepted those feelings for what they were, he was fighting them. I managed to urge him down until he was lying on top of me, his dick still pounding into me, drawing out the remains of my own orgasm. But I was focused on the man above me who was fighting a losing battle with his emotions. “Kiss me, Dante,” I said softly. He immediately dipped his lips and brushed them over mine. Again and again he kissed me with feather-light caresses. I wrapped my arms around his back and let my palms skate over his slick skin.
“I’m right here,” I reminded him between kisses. He shook his head again and I knew he was torn. “Just show me, baby,” I told him, since I knew the words were what were crippling him. “Show me,” I urged again, my voice barely a whisper between us.
Dante dipped down to kiss me hard and then he cried out against my lips as his body finally gave in. He rammed his cock into me over and over as his release burned my insides. I closed my eyes as another rush of pleasure consumed me. Sobs of relief tore fromDante’s throat as he buried his face against my neck and I covered his head with my hand to hold him there.
“It’s okay,” I said softly against his head as his body shook violently against mine. I wasn’t sure how much of that was the aftereffects of his orgasm and how much was something more…something deeper. When the tremors finally started to fade, I used my free hand to search out the blanket and I drew it over his quickly cooling skin. He hadn’t moved at all, though I could tell from his breathing and the way he still clung to me that he hadn’t nodded off. His silence was making me nervous, but I had to believe that whatever emotional wall that had come crashing down for him was one he wouldn’t feel the need to erect again.
Dante finally shifted enough to gently pull free of my sensitive ass, but he didn’t roll off me at all. I was confused when he reached behind him to search out my right hand. I gave it to him and smiled when he manipulated my fingers until just my pointer finger was extended and then he placed it on his back. “Tell me again,” he whispered.
Except I knew he didn’t want to actually hear the words…he was too raw for that. So, I did as he asked and I carefully spelled out the letters for him on his back. When I was done, he lifted his head and kissed me. “I’ll be able to say it back someday. I promise.”
I smiled and nodded. “I know you will.”
I maneuvered him so he was tucked up against my side. We always started off with me on my back and him using my chest as his pillow when we first went to sleep, but come morning, I was usually wrapped around him from behind and his fingers would be clutching mine against his chest.
Dante was out within a matter of minutes, but it took me longer to drift off. I was looking forward to going home, despite not knowing what the future held. I’d managed to plan out a lot of things in the past few months as I’d prepared to make the move to Seattle permanent – a new job with the Seattle PD, a house that was close enough to my grandson’s that I could see him on a regular basis. But I hadn’t planned for this moment where I had the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with lying asleep in my arms.
I smiled as I realized nothing in this world could have prepared me for Dante Thorne. And fuck if that wasn’t a good thing.
Exhaustion settled over me like a cloak and I was dead to the world until I heard Dante’s phone ringing. His phone was on my side of the bed so I grabbed it. I’d just hit theSend to Voicemailbutton when Dante jerked around.
“Was that my phone?” he asked, sleep still clouding his eyes.
“Yeah,” I said. “You can call them back,” I murmured as I put the phone back on the nightstand.
“No,” he nearly shouted. “Let me see it.”
“It wasn’t Memphis,” I offered as I snagged the phone. “It was an unknown caller from Chicago.”
Dante’s eyes went bright as he ripped the phone from my hands. He frantically punched in the code to unlock it, let out a curse when he got it wrong and then tried again. The second he got it unlocked, a voicemail notification flashed.
