Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (28 page)

“Oh god, do it, please.” I moaned. His words turning me on, as much as the feel of him, thrusting in and out of me, as much as the bullet, that teased my g spot, with its relentless vibrations.

He responded to the desperation and need in my voice, by surging forward harder. I moaned, bracing my arms on the bed, as the driving force of his hips, threatened to push me forward.

Vaguely I realised I’d probably be sore after this, but right now, I didn’t care, all I could think about was the orgasm, that was about to hit.

“Come on cara, give it to me. I want to feel you tighten around me. I want that little asshole of yours to crush me like a vice, just like your cunt does.” He urged; his tone husky with his desire.

With one more thrust, combined with the pulsing vibration of the bullet, I let go, exploding with an intense orgasm, that made me scream Dante’s name, at the top of my lungs.

As it pulsed through me, my body clenching in waves around the bullet, I sagged, nearly collapsing onto the mattress, as my body suddenly felt boneless.

“Fuck Grace.” I heard Dante’s shout behind me, just as fingers reached between my legs, tugging on the bullet. I shuddered, my body convulsing, as I felt it slip free of my drenched pussy.

He tossed the toy to the bed, and with a deep guttural sounding groan, I felt his cock leave my ass. Briefly I felt disappointment; that he mustn’t, be going to come, until I felt something warm, and wet, spatter over my back. It was followed by another and another, accompanied by Dante’s almost tortured sounding moans and groans.

Hearing him coming behind me, feeling his release on my back, sent a wave of overwhelming relief, and satisfaction through me. My arms and legs began to shake so hard, I could no longer hold myself up on them, and I sank down onto the mattress, Dante following me down.

He didn’t stay on me for long though, probably mindful of crushing me. I lay on my stomach, turning my head to peer at him through my tangle of hair, watching as he sat up, and reached for a box of tissues.

“Let me clean you cara.” He said and began to gently wipe his cum from my back, his touch gentle, reverent.

Once he was done, I yawned noisily, suddenly exhausted.

“You should sleep if you’re tired.” He pressed his lips to my shoulder. “Roll over, with your back to me.” He said, and I immediately complied.

As soon as I was on my side, back to him, I felt Dante shift, moulding his body to mine; one arm around my waist, holding me close.

“Get some sleep, my beautiful Grace.” He whispered and my eyes drifted shut. I was nearly asleep when I heard his voice, soft against my ear, his breath stirring a few strands of my hair. “Tia mo.” That was the last thing I heard, before sleep claimed me.

“Dante, I have to go home. Mel’s about ready to send out a search party, I’ve been here almost a week, and I’ve been putting off calls from clients, plus there’s only so long, a girl can walk around with no panties.” I told him a couple of days later.

He shot me an amused look. “I like to see you walking around in my t-shirts, and to know you aren’t wearing anything under it cara. It means you’re always accessible to me, which means I can do this, anytime I please.” He slipped a hand between my legs, as I stood in his laundry, loading clothes into his washing machine.

I gasped in shock, when I felt his hand between my legs, but the gasp turned into a moan, when he kept going and buried two fingers inside me.

Unable to control my reaction to him, I clenched around him, gripping him firmly with my pussy.

“Mmm, that greedy little cunt is so demanding.” He wiggled his fingers in me, in a kind of scissoring action. “I can feel it squeezing me, trying to keep me inside you.”

“Well, no Dante. My pussy might be always ready to go, but I’m not. These clothes won’t wash themselves.” I said, trying to step away from him, despite my body being so weak, and needy whenever this man, got anywhere near me.

“Fuck the washing. I am here to serve you and your needs.” He pushed up against my back, his body forcing me against the washing machine, where I could clearly feel his erection.

I turned my head to him, one eyebrow raised. “For someone who was having some issues coming, you seem to have embraced the orgasm now.”

Dante laughed. “Embraced the orgasm? It’s you who has helped me. I don’t feel pressured to perform with you Grace. You are helping to renew my desire for sex, and I believe that more practice, should lead to a full recovery. There is still room for improvement, as you know. It took a bit more effort from you last night, to help me, but today I feel more than ready to, how did you put it again? Embrace the orgasm?”

I threw the last items of clothing, into the washing machine and turned it on; the sound of the water flowing into it filling the room. “Are you trying to tell me, that if I help with this.” I pressed back against his erection. “I would be providing a service, so to speak, that it would be beneficial to your health? Like medication. My pussy is your pill. One dose and you’re good for the next four hours until the effects wear off and you need another dose?”

He grinned at me, a big wide, grin that lit up his face. God I loved to see him like that, so carefree and happy. It was very liberating to know it was me that did that for him.

“Do you think we could market it, a pussy pill? I like the sound of that cara. I suspect it will take a very long time to cure me. In fact it’s highly unlikely you will ever be able to cure me, so I will need to be medicated for life.” He said the words jokingly, but a part of me wondered if the meaning behind them was serious. Did he want me in his life forever? Did I want to be with him forever?

I looked up into his handsome face again, brown eyes shining brightly down at me, long lashes framing them, and the truth jolted through me, reality hitting me, with all the force of a rampaging bull; I was falling in love with Dante. Somewhere over the few days we’d been together, my admiration for him, my desire, attraction, everything this man made me feel, had blossomed into something more. I had never felt so comfortable around a man before. I had never wanted to spend, this much time, in the company of a man before. Normally it was a case of fuck them, before getting the hell out of there, but not with Dante.

It was fun with him; it was calming, it was so damn normal with him. We’d spent time, talking and sharing interests, our lives, losing my parents, learning to live without my parents, we joked and bickered over things, when we didn’t agree. I’d never done this with a man before. It was simple, it was normal, it was almost mundane, but it was Dante, so it was also sexy, intense, sensual, highly arousing and erotic. For the first time in my life, I had been 24/7 with a man, who didn’t bore the crap out of me. It had to be true, I was falling for him. I was falling for this beautiful, complex, troubled, damaged but incredible man. 

The enormity of my realisation, that I was losing my heart to Dante, threw me for a moment, and I saw his expression change to concern.

“Are you alright? You suddenly look pale.”

“I’m fine.” I forced a smile to my face. “So, you’re telling me it’s time for your medication, is that right?” I tried, to get us back, to the, easy banter we’d had, before I’d had, my revelation.

I watched his face light up again. “Your cunt is my cure, yes. I need your pussy pill now. I’m feeling a little faint.” He swept an arm over his forehead, in a dramatic, totally hammed up performance. As an actor, he made a great stud.

I shot him a mock frown. “I think the reason you feel faint, is because all your blood, is in your cock. It would take all your blood supply to get it erect.” I joked.

Dante’s eyes gleamed with sexual and sensual promise. “You think I have a big cock cara?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Don’t be coy. You know you’re hung like a horse. You’re an Italian stallion for sure. I bet all the ladies salivated whenever you opened those leather pants of yours.”

Immediately his expression sobered. “I don’t care what they think, of me and my cock. The only woman I want to impress, is you.”

His sudden change in mood, his words, hit me, and my laughter ceased too. I stared up at him, my eyes moving over his face, taking in every feature, every inch of him.

“I’m glad. I don’t want any other woman seeing your cock.” I whispered, raising my hand, to run my fingers through his long, dark hair.

“No other woman will.” He said softly, catching my hand, and bringing it to his lips.

The washing machine started to shudder, when it began its cycle, and Dante’s eyes shifted to it.

“Let me take you on the washing machine.”

I couldn’t make any sound pass my lips, so I simply nodded.

Instantly his eyes heated, just before he spun me around and lifted me onto the washing machine. It shuddered and shook as it washed; the movements from it, vibrating between my legs.

Dante stepped up closer, parting my thighs, his eyes dropping to look at me. He ran a finger over my pussy and smiled. “Already wet for me?”

“Always.” I managed to finally speak, and watched as he lowered the zip on his jeans. Carefully he eased them over his hips, before stepping up to me again.

His arms came around me and in one fluid movement; he pulled me forward, and onto his waiting cock.

“I’m going to miss you in my home cara.” Dante’s expression held a trace of sorrow, when he turned to me, as we pulled up, at my home, that I shared with Mel.

“I need clothes, I need to see Mel, and I need to work Dante. I have loved spending time with you, but I can’t spend all my time with you. I’m sure you have plenty to do, once you’re free of me in your home. I’m sure you’ll enjoy having some peace and quiet, for a little while, and it’s not like we won’t see one another again.”

“I somehow doubt that, but we’re here now, are we going in?”

We climbed out of the car, and walked to the front door, where I unlocked it, before turning to invite Dante in.

I walked down the hallway towards the living room but before I got there, I stopped abruptly, when I heard some strange noises.

“What…” Dante started to speak, but he fell silent, when I put a finger to my lips. His eyes turned to mine, and I knew, the moment he’d heard, what I’d heard too. His attention turned down the hallway, and a slow smile came over his face.

Silently we tip toed, the rest of the way, but I held him back, while I stuck my head around the corner, and into the living room. The first thing I saw was a tanned ass, flexing and relaxing, and the shift of muscles, over broad shoulders.

Clutching at that tanned, muscled back, were, a pair of slim hands, nails scoring tracks, in the skin, of the man’s back.

Dante nudged me, and I thought he was about to go in, and break the couple up, but I grabbed him, and just in time too, as the woman cried out, shouting the man’s name, and after a few more thrusts, we watched him tense, and shudder his way, through what looked like a hell of an orgasm.

Watching them was hot, and I could feel that I was getting wet, my nipples suddenly hard, and pressing against my dress. I nearly moaned in fact, I was feeling so horny.

My eyes shifted to Dante, and I saw his, darken with desire, when he saw my expression. It seemed I wasn’t the only one, finding it highly erotic, watching Alex and Mel, fucking on my lounge.

The reality of what they were doing, penetrated my lust clouded brain. They were fucking…on…my…lounge!

“Hey.” I rounded the corner, to confront them. “You’re fucking on my lounge. You leave any kind of bodily fluids on it, and you’re buying it.”

Watching the reaction, of the couple on the lounge, was comical. Mel screamed, and seemed to be trying to do a kind of magician’s illusion, and disappear, under Alex somehow.

Alex froze, just before he tried to spread himself out, to act as a shield for my friend. Now that was sweet of him, trying to protect Mel’s dignity.

“Bloody hell Gracie; you could have knocked?” Mel’s eyes were accusing, over Alex’s shoulders.

I turned and rapped my knuckles against the wall. “Knock, knock.” I said sarcastically. “For starters Mel, it’s my house. I didn’t knock, because as one of the residents of this house, I have keys.” I held them up and shook them. “Plus, I’ve been away for a week. How was I supposed to know, I’d come home to find you doing the dirty with Alex, on the lounge, where I sit?”

“Well, now you’re home, and caught us, doing the deed sugar. Thanks for letting us come first, before you made your presence known. Now that you have though, do you think you could either, leave the room, and let us get decent, or grab us a blanket?”

I rolled my eyes at him, when he turned his head, to grin at me, his teeth looking so white, against his tanned skin. The man had no shame, and no filter on that mouth of his either.

“Dante and I will go to the kitchen, when you’re wearing clothes again, come and join us.” I found myself answering Alex’s grin. His smile was infectious.

Dante didn’t say anything when I took his hand. He simply followed me through to the kitchen. I poured us both a drink of juice, as we waited for our friends to join us.