Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (20 page)

I stared at him for a moment, knowing he’d been trying to tell me something, before he’d obviously changed his mind. I was curious though. I sensed there was something going on with him, I just didn’t know what. Hopefully he would eventually feel comfortable enough to tell me. Now was not the time to press him for information though.

“I need to go and see Mel. She must have spent the night with Alex.” I grinned. “They met last night, and it was instant infatuation.”

Dante lowered his arm to look over at me. “You don’t need to be concerned about Alex. He can be loud and inappropriate as you just saw, but he’s got a good heart. He doesn’t use women. If he spent the night with your friend, it is because he likes her.”

I quirked up an eyebrow at him. “Are you trying to tell me, he doesn’t find women, for just one night stands?”

“You don’t believe me, I can see Grace. You forget we worked for Dial A Stud. We had to perform several nights a week. Often we had to service women for a few hours at a time. It doesn’t improve a person’s libido. It is like a slow death for it.”

“You really had that much work? Are there really that many women who want your kind of services?”

Dante’s lip curled. “You would be surprised. A lot more women these days are dissatisfied with their men. They know what they want in the bedroom, and if they can’t get their husbands and boyfriends to fulfil them, they call us. Some women choose to pay for sex, to guarantee it is satisfying, rather than going out to find a man. It actually put more strain on us cara. We had to work harder, to give them the sexual experiences they expect. Trust me when I say, if Alex has taken your friend to bed, he likes her.”

I listened to Dante’s words, noticing that there seemed to be a hint of something in his tone, a kind of sadness. The way he spoke, definitely showed, that there was nothing glamorous about being paid for sex. It sounded like the expectations placed on them by women, were greater than those of men. No wonder they’d stopped doing it, but why he’d turned around, and then bought the business, had me curious.

Actually, there was a lot about Dante, that had me curious. We had to have a talk. I needed to know, what was going on with him. What he wanted, how he knew me, I needed to know it all.

Right now, I had to go and see Mel though. Knowing her, she was probably dying to tell me about her night. She probably wouldn’t give me every minute, detail of the night, but I didn’t need that. I just wanted to be sure she was ok and happy.

I scrambled out of bed, staggering slightly. My legs were a little shaky, probably from all those mind blowing orgasms. Immediately I felt a rush of wetness between my legs, and when I saw Dante’s eyes lower to that area, I blushed.

Slowly he climbed from the bed, and I got my first look at him, in broad daylight, in all his glorious, sexy as hell, nakedness. He walked over to me, his gait relaxed, and I did a mental rolling of my eyes; the man managed to make walking look sexy.

His complexion looked much healthier, so he was obviously feeling better, which was a relief. The sensational sex we’d had, didn’t exhaust him, and there was no sign of a relapse fortunately.

“Che e cosi sexy.” He bent, and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I like to see, my cum, running down your legs, but perhaps, you should shower, before you go to speak, with your friend.” He trailed his lips to my ear. When I suddenly felt his hand between my legs, I jumped, before gasping, when he swept his fingers through me. “You’re soaked. I like it. Go shower bella signora.”

Dragging a shaky mouthful of air into my lungs, I broke free of his intense gaze, and whatever it was about him, his aura, something, that made it hard to walk away.

Once I was in the bathroom, I showered as quickly as possible, and when I was done, walked back into the bedroom, surprised to see Dante sitting on the bed.

He was hunched over, his head between his hands, and I hurried over to him, dropping to my knees before him.

“Dante, what’s wrong?” I touched his leg, and he raised his head to me. I could see pain in his beautiful, expressive eyes. As I stared into them, I felt something, a stirring, a sense of familiarity, I felt like I’d seen that pain, in those eyes, before. That was crazy of course. I didn’t know him, well not prior to that first night at the club. “What’s wrong; please, tell me?”

He shot me a rueful smile. “Seems I’m not feeling as well as I thought. My head hurts, and I feel tired. I’m certainly not in the mood for dealing with Alex, and his smart mouth. He likes to give me a hard time, as you probably noticed.”

Instantly I felt bad. I’d done this to him. No way should he have had sex, when he’d been so ill, especially on an empty stomach. I had no idea, how long it had been, since he’d eaten.

“I’ll get you something to take. You should get into bed. Will you eat something? You need to eat Dante. You’re a big, strong looking man, and I’m sure it takes a lot of food to fuel you.”

“I’ll take the Aspirin for now cara. You go and speak to your friend. Alex can come in, and speak to me, if he needs to.” He climbed back into the bed, and I pulled the sheets over him, placing a hand on his forehead. He wasn’t as hot as he’d been, but he was warm. Obviously, he wasn’t over this virus just yet.

I got him his pain killers, and lowered the blinds to darken the room a bit for him.

Once Dante was settled back in bed, I dressed in one of his shirts this time, since I needed something a little more modest, now Mel and Alex were here.

When I figured I was about as presentable as I could get, given the circumstances, I headed off to find Mel, so I could speak to her.

If I’d been curious about where things stood between Melanie and Alex, which of course I was, that question was sort of answered, when I walked into Dante’s living room, and found them in each other’s arms, his tongue, clearly halfway down my friend’s throat.

She was glued to him, or she might as well have been. I doubt I could have slipped a postage stamp between their bodies, even if I had of tried.

Mel was making some sound in her throat, and I looked at her, realising I was seeing the aroused version of my best friend. Something I wasn’t actually accustomed to seeing, strangely enough, given how long we’d known one another.

As I hovered in the doorway, I knew I would have to say or do something. I could see Alex was getting into the whole thing more, when I saw his hand cup Mel’s breast. At this rate, I’d be front row to my very first, live porn flick. I had to say something so they knew I was there.

I cleared my throat, and looked at them expectantly. Nothing, they were still exploring one another’s tonsils. I tried again, louder, really loud, and finally they parted. Well their lips did. The rest of them were still closer, than a pair of Siamese twins.

Alex was the first to recover, and step back from Mel.

“Sugar, you’ve finally joined us. So where’s the Italian Stallion? You wear the poor bastard out or something?”

I felt colour rising in my cheeks, and tried to glare at him, as my response. So, Alex called Dante, the Italian Stallion too?

“If you want to speak to him, go to the bedroom will you? He was going to come out, but he’s not feeling well. He really has been sick. When he came to the door last night, he looked like death. He was burning up. I couldn’t leave him like that, so I took care of him as well as I could.”

“Yeah, sweetness and I saw, how well you were taking care of him.” He grinned.

This time I rolled my eyes. Alex was simply a stirrer. It was pointless getting upset by anything he said. It was funny that he and Dante were close, because they were polar opposites in personality.

“Go and check on Dante will you?” I asked him. “I need to speak to Mel.”

Alex’s deep blue gaze moved between the two of us, and I saw him wink at Mel, who seemed to be struck, with the same blushing bug as me, colour rising in her cheeks, as she smiled back at him. He turned and walked from the room and when he was gone, I saw my friend visibly sag. That made me smirk, I knew that feeling well. Dante had the same effect on me.

Finally alone, we both opened our mouths, and started excitedly chattering at the same time. I held up my hand. “Hang on, you go first.” I told her.

“Holy fucking hell!” She shrieked, and I burst out laughing.

“That good huh?” I gave her a knowing look. It really was a knowing look. I knew what it was like, to have sex with Alex after all.

“Damn Gracie, you could have warned me. That man needs to come with a health warning.” She fanned herself with her hand, and I burst out laughing again.

“So it was good? You did have sex, didn’t you?”

Mel groaned loudly. “Yeah, we had sex. The man is insatiable, but damn, does he know what he’s doing. I’m sore today though. He’s hung like a bloody horse and that piercing, fuck. Well you know all this. You’ve been with him.”

“Is that going to be weird for you?” I asked her, but she shook her head.

“No, it’s not. Well, it is a little, but the difference is, you were work, I’m not. Although after last night, I feel like I should be offering the man some money.”

I laughed again before impulsively hugging her. “I’m glad for you Mel.” I lowered my voice. “Dante told me that Alex doesn’t sleep around. They’re both pretty fucked up after working for Dial A Stud, or that’s the impression I get. Sex lost its edge for them. It became a job, not something to enjoy any more. Dante’s adamant that if Alex spent the night with you, he likes you.”

“That’s good, because I really like him too. He’s funny, but he’s kind of pushy, and he teases me endlessly, but he’s sweet and caring. Then there’s the sex, the hot, scorching hot sex that results in multiple orgasms. I swear if I have to give him up Grace, I’ll never meet another man like him. He’s effectively ruined me for life. I’ll have to settle for being an old maid, who instead of having fifty cats, has bedside drawers, full of sex toys.”

Again I laughed at Mel’s words. “That’s an image I don’t need in my head, thank you.”

Mel’s expression turned serious, and I knew she was about to begin my interrogation.

“So, spill woman. What happened after we left you here last night?”

“I swear Mel, Dante really was sick. I nearly died when he answered the door. He looked terrible, pale, glassy eyed, and he was on fire. I freaked out because he was so feverish. Lucky I found Aspirin and got some into him. He was a mess all night, tossing and turning, crying out sometimes. Oh, and then he had some kind of dream, or that’s what I thought it was at first. I’m not so sure it was a dream. I think he was having flashbacks to something from his past. God, he was so upset and calling out. He seemed so distressed. I didn’t know what to do, and he even cried.” I said those last words on little more than a whisper.

“So you haven’t spoken to him about it?” She asked.

“I can’t, well, not yet. I know there’s something going on. He keeps dropping all these hints. I get the impression, he’s trying to make out, we’ve known each other a while, but I don’t remember it. I don’t think I’d forget someone like him. You’ve seen him. Does he look forgettable to you?”

“There is nothing forgettable about that man Grace. Damn girl, I still can’t believe, that you got to have sex with both of them. At…the…same…fucking…time!”

I shrugged. “I was lucky I guess.” I aimed for nonchalant.

Mel gave a very unladylike snort. “That’s bullshit and you know it. Dante arranged it so he got to be one of the two studs. I know it pissed you off, but it’s a nice move on his part. Alex said it was hard for Dante to see him touching you. He likes you Grace, that’s obvious.”

I twisted my fingers around each other, as I digested her words.

“I really like him too.” I said, finally ready to say it out loud and accept it. No matter what Dante had to tell me, no matter what he had to share about his past, I still really liked him, and like Mel didn’t want to let go of Alex, I didn’t want to let go of Dante.

“So talk to the man.”

“I will, but he’s still not well.” I sighed. “Despite you two walking in on us having just had sex; you timed that well I must say. Dante had only just come. I swear that man is like the fucking energiser bunny. He just keeps going and going. Holy hell, he knows what he’s doing. He made me come twice, just from his voice, his words, and a finger between my legs. I came so many times I thought I was going to pass out. He has the most amazing control, but I don’t know.” I frowned. “Sometimes I think he’s too controlled. He goes ages before he comes, and it’s like he’s either waiting for my permission, or he has to test how long he can hold off having an orgasm. It’s unbelievable. He’s like the opposite of a premature ejaculator. It’s almost like…like he has trouble.” I sighed. “Oh I don’t know. It’s just, intense Mel. He’s so intense.”

“I kind of know what you mean. Alex is sort of the same. It’s like sex isn’t a requirement for them. I’m not sure they’d even actively seek it. They don’t seem to have that same attitude towards it that most men have. Most men would do anything to get their end in, but Alex doesn’t seem so much like that, and neither does Dante, from what you’re saying.”

“Dante said that being a stud killed their desire. Sex was a job for them. Not an act of pleasure. Even when Dante comes, I have to wonder if he’s really enjoying it. Although…” My words trailed off, as images of his face filled my head. “When he finally let himself go, he fucking let himself go, it was unbelievable Mel.”