He nodded. “I need you.”
I saw the truth of his words in his gaze, but he didn’t have the same desperation he’d been experiencing the previous night. I kissedhim softly before rolling him to his back. His legs opened so I could settle between them and our dicks lined up perfectly. Dante’s hand was trapped between our bodies and he began fisting us at the same time.
“How do you want me?” I asked as I sipped at his mouth. I hadn’t bottomed again since the night he’d taken me for the first time, but I was more than ready to feel him inside of me. “You want to tap this ass?” I asked jokingly as I lifted his free hand and settled it on my ass.
Dante laughed and then he was gripping one of my cheeks. “Another time,” he said. His hand slid up my back and curled over my shoulder. “I need to feel you inside of me. Make it…make it last, okay?”
I understood his request. Yes, he was still trying to escape some of his emotions, but he wanted to feel others. He wanted to feel the good things being with each other brought out. In truth, I needed those things too because I was scared shitless about what would happen tomorrow. If we found Aleks, it would change Dante. But if we didn’t, it would still change him. And there was little I could do to protect him in either scenario, at least not emotionally. The most I could do was be there for him…to be what I’d offered after our first time together…someone he could lean on when standing alone became too hard.
I fitted my mouth over Dante’s and took my time kissing him. His hand was doing a good job of getting me worked up, but I wanted him to not have to think about anything so I pulled his hand free and urged it to my back. “Just hold on to me, okay?”
He nodded and I saw the relief in his eyes. He really did just want to feel.
I took my time making love to his mouth and then I kissed every place on his body I could reach without having to move. I let my cock rub against his, but kept the friction to a minimum. When he began bumping his hips against mine in order to get the sensation he needed, I put some space between our bodies. He protested, but I quickly silenced him with a hard kiss.
“My show,” I murmured against his mouth before nipping hislower lip and then licking it to soothe away the sting. Dante’s eyes were nearly black with need, but he stopped rubbing against me. His lips were slightly parted and swollen from my kisses and his breath was coming out in heavy pants.
I kissed my way down his body, but skirted his dick. I snuck a glance up at him and saw that his eyes were swirling with lust and hunger, but he remained silent, following my unspoken order. I rewarded him by sucking his cock to the back of my throat and hollowing out my cheeks. A muffled “Yes!” escaped his lips and then he was fucking my mouth with excitement. I let him control the pace before popping off him.
“Magnus,” he whispered harshly.
I took pity on him and rose over him. I kissed him gently and said, “This first time’s going to be just what you need, okay? Then I’m going to make you feel everything I do to you. You’ll beg me to let you come…” I let the words hang as I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. I reached between us and coated my dick generously before guiding it to his opening. Dante lifted his legs and wrapped them around my lower back, angling his hips. I didn’t bother prepping him because I knew he needed the pain as much as the burn. I took my time pushing into him, working myself deeper, inch by agonizingly slow inch. Dante’s eyes slid shut as he struggled with the mix of pain and pleasure, but once I was fully seated, I ordered him to open his eyes, which he did immediately.
I pulled back until I nearly left his body, and then plunged forward in one swift lunge.
“Fuck, yes!” Dante cried out as his fingers wrapped around my wrists. My hands were on either side of him, holding my body up so I could get the leverage I needed to fuck him hard. He was unbearably tight around me and I struggled to maintain control of my own orgasm so I could bring him his. I could feel his ass rippling around me and knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, my voice sounding harsh.
Dante used his right hand to jerk himself off as I reared back onto my knees so I could watch my cock shuttle in and out of hissleek body. I let one of my hands skim over his tight abdomen, enjoying the sensation of his muscles as he flexed his body to meet my thrusts.
“Harder!” Dante shouted as he frantically stroked himself. His face was contorted into a stunning mask of concentration and pleasure and that was enough to have me pounding into him as hard as I could. I used my hands to lift his legs higher and wider, opening him up more for me. He let out a satisfied cry as the move allowed me to slide even deeper into him and then he was shouting my name as he came. Ropes of semen shot all over his chest before pooling on his belly. Groans of pleasure poured out of him as I fucked him through the climax, only slowing when he began massaging his dick. His inner muscles eased their stranglehold on me which I was glad for because I was desperate to come.
But I was more desperate to make this night as perfect for him as it could be, considering the circumstances.
Dante’s body trembled as I leaned over him and licked up some of the cum on his chest. I shared his release with him as I kissed him deeply.
“Good?” I asked, my ego riding high.
He barely managed a nod.
“You want more?” I asked as I gave him a little thrust. He moaned and then nodded. When he finally opened his eyes, I reveled in the satisfaction I saw there. I let my hands brush over his chest and paid close attention to his nipples before spying the pool of semen on his belly. A need I couldn’t explain went through me and I found myself pulling my aching dick from the depths of his body. I felt Dante’s eyes on me as I shifted over him. I maneuvered my cock so I could rub it in his cum, drenching the crown in the cooling, sticky fluid. I gathered the rest of it as best I could with my shaft and then levered back on my heels. Dante’s pretty hole was open and waiting and I didn’t even think twice before pushing back inside of him. He gasped and I looked up to see him watching me with a mix of shock and wonder.
He clearly hadn’t been expecting the move.
I thrust into him hard and then dropped my body down on his. “What you do to me,” I murmured. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
Dante’s fingers fisted in my hair and he pulled me down for a sensual kiss that had my toes curling and my dick thickening even more inside of him. “I finally got something right,” he whispered. Before I could call him out on the self-deprecating remark, he dragged me down for another kiss. I began thrusting into him in long, languid strokes as our mouths mated. I slipped a hand between our bodies and toyed with his hardening dick and balls. Within minutes, he was squirming beneath me, asking for more. I changed the angle of my hips and nailed his prostate which had him crying out in pleasure.
“Right there,” he exclaimed and I felt his hands close over my ass as he tried to take over. I could tell he was close by the way his dick began pulsing in my hand, so I immediately stopped moving and released him.
“No!” he shouted, but I cut off him off with a kiss. I thrust into him hard, rocking his ass off the bed. On and on I drove him closer to the edge, only to back off each time. By the time my own body was crying out for relief, Dante was a shivering mess of need beneath me and I couldn’t make sense of any of his pleas. I wrapped my arm beneath his back and pulled him up as I sat back on my heels. The change in position had me sliding even deeper and Dante eagerly met every upward thrust with a downward press of his hips. I splayed my hands over his ass, digging my fingers into his flexing muscles as he rolled his groin against mine. His dick was hard as a rock between us and I could feel his pre-cum slickening my skin.
We continued to consume each other’s mouths as we neared the end. I could feel my orgasm just beneath the surface and began slamming ruthlessly into Dante, and when that still wasn’t enough, I pushed him back down onto his back and pounded into him repeatedly. I was too far gone to be cognizant of anything besides my need to come and Dante’s cries of pleasure as he clung to me. He screamed against my ear as his ass clamped down on my dick, setting off my own climax. I curled my arms under his back andover his shoulders, digging my fingers into his flesh hard enough to leave bruises as I began filling him with endless jets of cum. I was barely aware of Dante’s orgasm and the resulting semen that coated my belly where his dick was pressed between us. Sweat slid down my back and ass as my body jerked uncontrollably, trying to get even deeper inside of him, which wasn’t physically possible.
When the coil inside of me finally released me from its ruthless grip, I sank down onto Dante, not caring that I was too heavy for him. He was gasping against my neck and his arms were bruising in their hold as he hung on to me. I knew I needed to move…to ease my weight off him, to clean him up or urge him to shower with me…something. But I was completely spent and still lost in the energy that was tingling beneath my skin.
“I can’t move,” I said breathlessly, a chuckle escaping my lips.
