Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (19 page)

“God Dante, where have you been all my life?” I moaned, his words nearly tipping me over the edge again.

He reached up to gently cup my cheek, his thumb doing a slow side to side sweep against my skin.

“I’ve been in your life longer than you realise.” He said the words so softly, I frowned as my orgasmic clouded brain, tried to digest them. We really needed to have that talk. He confused me with cryptic comments, which left me feeling like he was privy to information, I was unaware of. It was like he had some kind of secret, he still needed to reveal to me.

I needed to know, but not now. Fuck, I couldn’t focus on much besides his voice, his touch and his cock which still filled me, long, thick and hard within me. Everything about him scrambled my brain. A serious conversation would need to be conducted through a sheet of Perspex I suspected, or like the prisons where they had to use a phone to hear one another. 

“I don’t know what that means, and I know we need to talk, but not right now.” I gasped, when Dante shifted under me as if to get comfortable, but that movement triggered little aftershocks in me.

“Agreed cara; not now. Why don’t you move on me? Have you ever been horse riding?”

I blinked at him. Horse riding, he wanted to talk about horse riding, now? “Um, I haven’t, not in years; why?”

“If you have ridden a horse bareback, you will know what the movement for the rider is like, to hang on and go with the flow of the animal’s gait. You don’t need to rise and fall on me, that is, my point. If you rock back and forth, you will understand what I mean. It can be very pleasurable for both the man and woman.”

I started to move, and Dante shifted his hands to my hips, guiding me. With his eyes locked on mine, I settled into a rolling action, of forwards and backwards, gyrating and grinding, over him, on him.

Fuck it was incredible. It created a delicious friction, that shifted his cock enough, that he touched all of me, his piercing rubbing inside, teasing my sensitive, inner flesh. Over and over, I moved on him, my eyes trapped by his. He wouldn’t let me look away; he wouldn’t allow me to close my eyes. He made sure I was snared by those beautiful chocolate depths, as I writhed and rolled over him.

I knew my next orgasm was imminent. I could feel it building in me, and it was only a matter of time and one more, well aimed hit of Dante’s piercing to my g spot, and I was going to be in the grip of another intense release.

“I can feel your cunt squeezing me again cara. You are close, I know this. You are so beautiful, and to watch you, riding me, is a truly magnificent thing, to see.” He ran his hands up my sides until he reached my breasts. He caressed them, cupping them in his palms as I continued to grind on him, feeling almost like an exotic dancer, as I used my body to tease and excite him. Well, that was the idea, anyway. Although, it was probably more his body, that was teasing mine, bringing me closer, to my release.

As I moved, he tugged on my nipples, tweaking them into hard peaks. Over and over he caressed them, and kneaded them, in his strong hands.

I started panting, as my orgasm drew even closer, and my movements on Dante were less co-ordinated, jerkier than they’d been.

“Look at me Grace. Keep your eyes on mine. I want to watch you come apart again.” His voice was insistent, but I was sure I could detect a note of strain in his tone.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned, and just at that moment, Dante pinched my nipples firmly, between his thumbs and forefingers. The mix, of both pleasure and pain, was enough, to push me over the edge, and I started to come again. As I cried out, grinding down hard on Dante’s cock, he thrust his fingers over my clit, rubbing it.

His fingers on me, when I was so sensitive, so aroused, pushed me straight into another orgasm. It was intense, drawn out, the pleasure seeming to go on and on. Unexpected tears burned the back of my eyes, and began to spill over, rolling down my cheeks.

Dante’s thumbs, swept across my cheeks, in an attempt, to stem the flow of my tears, and he started speaking to me in Italian again, his voice soft and gentle.

“I…I’m sorry.” I choked out. “I don’t know why…why I’m crying.”

“It’s your orgasm. Coming can be an intense, emotional release. Tears are not uncommon.” He said, as he began to run his hands soothingly over my back.

I sagged forward, lowering my forehead to him, as he caressed me. Breathing heavily against his solid chest, I realised I could hear his heart thundering, and his skin was damp with perspiration.

Straightening again, I searched his face and I saw it, the tension in his eyes. Slowly I clamped down around him once, then harder, watching him intently. He was so hard, painfully hard and if anything he felt even bigger.

“I want you to come, Dante, please. I need to feel you come, inside me. You have given me some mind blowing orgasms, but now I want to watch you. I need to see you come, to feel you filling me.”

“Is that so cara, but what about, if I wish to make you, come again?”

“You were the one that said pleasure doesn’t just come from sexual gratification. Well, it will please me to watch you Dante. You are so controlled. I want to watch you lose it. Do you ever just lose control? Is sex ever an urgent, overwhelming need that you can’t fight?” I was curious. Had his job made it impossible for him to ever be wild, and out of control?

“I had to be controlled for so long, but yes, it is possible for me to lose it, to be impulsive, for passion to simply overwhelm me. You want me to let go, and stop fighting this need, that right now, is burning in me? I feel like it is going to tear me apart, and leave me shattered and blown away. You do that to me. You make me feel again. You make it hard for me to maintain my normal rigid control.”

“Tell me what you need to come.” I whispered.

“Hold onto me.” He whispered, just as he moved, taking me by surprise when he flipped us, me under him, and him over me, our bodies still joined. 

“What are you doing?” I asked him. “You’re sick, you should be resting or letting me do the work.”

He smiled down at me. “You said you wanted to help me come, and with me on top of you, I should come. I’m not as sick as I was, and I can rest later. I need to be on you, in you, fucking you now, because with the way I’m feeling, this will not be gentle. I just hope you don’t regret wanting to unleash the beast.”

“Do your worst.” I said, my voice, suddenly husky.

Chapter Thirteen

Something flared in his eyes, just before he dropped a quick, hard kiss on my lips. Raising himself on his hands, arms straight, he kept his eyes open, watching me as he began to move.

Pulling nearly all the way out, he did one slow rotation of his hips, before pushing back into me, all the way, until he was buried deep.

Several more times he did it. The slow, almost complete withdrawal from me, the swivel of his hips, and back in again.

This was supposed to be about him, obtaining his pleasure this time, but if he didn’t stop with the long, deep strokes that rubbed over me, lighting up sensitive nerve endings, it would be me coming before him.

Restlessly, wanting to distract myself from the feelings building in me again, I ran my hands over Dante’s back. God, the man was a work of art. His body like a sculpture of hard muscles, bone and smooth skin. I moved down over his hips, to his ass and damn, what a fine ass it was, flexing with every slow thrust into me.

Of course, he knew I was close to another orgasm, and his movements became a little faster, the rotation of his hips more pronounced, as he made sure, he rubbed over every single inch of me, making it impossible, to slow down the pressure, building in me.

Suddenly he lunged, his hips angled, so the metal ball of his piercing, pressed against my g spot, and that was all it took. I flew apart again, crying out, arching under Dante. My arms and legs held onto him tightly, as I clenched around him, my muscles milking him, or trying to, as they squeezed along him, in rhythmic waves.

“Sto per venire duro cara.” He ground out, his voice passionate, urgent. “Fuck Grace.” The words burst from him, and I smiled; now that I understood.

“Let go Dante, let me feel you. Fill me up. I want you to fill me so full of your cum.” I began a steady stream of dirty talk to him. Where it was coming from, I had no idea, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

He dropped down over me again, his body enveloping mine, and he lunged, slamming into me so hard, I gasped. Finally, he’d given up his rigid control, and I silently cheered when he began pounding into me. He was so big and hard. There was so much of him, that it hurt to have him thrusting so violently, but no way in hell, was I going to stop him. The little sting of pain, at his furious fucking of me, was overshadowed, by the feelings of triumph, sweeping through me. I was getting off, on him getting off. It was as simple, and basic as that. 

“FUCK CARA!” He suddenly cried out, his voice tortured as if he was in pain, but when his movements became jerky, I knew he was about to come. I felt him tighten above me, his body momentarily rigid, just before he plunged deep a couple more times. A sound burst from him, a long, drawn out cry as if he was in the grip of something powerful. It was followed by a few harsh sounding breaths and grunts. As the sounds passed his lips, he thrust again, his body seeming to almost curl around mine, and finally, finally I felt the heat of his release deep inside me.

With every jerky movement of his big body, I felt him filling me, over and over again. When he was finally spent, he collapsed onto me, pushing me even deeper into the mattress, and I was stunned to feel the heat of his tears against my neck.

I didn’t know what to do or say, so I settled for silence, and simply pressed my lips to his shoulder, raining numerous tiny kisses over his skin.

He was breathing so hard, his body heaving with the effort needed, to get air into his lungs, and I briefly worried that he had overdone it. He was sick after all, and probably shouldn’t be doing any kind of fucking, let alone something as strenuous as that had just been.

He was also crushing me, but since he still seemed caught up in his own flood of emotions, I was reluctant to ask him to get off me. For all I knew, he might be embarrassed, and just want a little time to compose himself.

After several minutes though, with him still lying on me, still panting heavily, I suddenly worried that it had all been too much for him. I didn’t want to put him into a relapse, but he was breathing so hard, and I could feel the frantic thumping of his heart against me.

“Dante, are you alright?” I finally, tentatively asked, running a hand down his spine.

He answered me, with a muffled grunt, from where his face was still pressed into my neck.

Suddenly a voice called out from somewhere in the house, close though. I tensed, Dante went rigid on me, but before either of us could move, we heard that voice again, close. Really close, he was right next to the bed.

“So you two sorted things out then?” Alex asked, and I timidly peered at him, from over Dante’s shoulder.  He spotted me looking at him, and grinned. “Hey there sugar. Is that silly bastard crushing you? Going missionary these days, big D? That’s not like you. Now get off her before you push her through the mattress.”

“Hello Gracie and Dante.” I heard Mel’s voice, and silently groaned. Marvellous, my best friend was here too. That made me look over at her again; if she was here with Alex, they must have spent the night together.

To say she looked radiant, would be putting it mildly. Damn, she nearly glowed. She could be used as a source of lighting, she was so lit up. Obviously Alex had done his job, and given her a night to remember.

I felt Dante rub his face on my shoulder, drawing my attention back to him. He raised himself, enough for me to see his expression. There was still moisture around his beautiful eyes, and he gave me a panty melting soft smile, before his expression changed, and I saw irritation flash across his face.

“What the hell are you doing in my home Alex? What do you want? I know you have a key, but from now on, do you think you can refrain from simply walking into my bedroom, without knocking?”

Alex didn’t look at all sorry for barging in on us. “Why knock? The door was open.”

“Alex wanted to see if you were ok Dante.” Mel piped up.

“Grace messaged me, to tell me you were sick. I guess we didn’t expect that you would be…that you would be…not sick.” She finally said.

“My guess is he’s feeling better babe.” Alex said, grinning at us again.

“I think we should get out, and give them some privacy.” Mel grabbed his arm. “Come on.” She tugged on him, and with another grin at us, he allowed my friend to drag him from the bedroom.

As soon as they left the room, Dante lifted himself up, and pulled out of me. The moment his cock was out, a flood of his cum flowed from me, and I could feel it running down the crack of my ass.

“Are you alright?” I asked when he flopped onto the bed, one arm over his face.

He lifted it to peer at me briefly, before hiding behind his arm again.

“I’m fine cara. I…that was…very intense and I was feeling a little overcome. I…I…it’s just that…I…sometimes…” He fell silent as if reluctant to continue. “I could have done without Alex and your friend suddenly walking in. Although I’m very pleased they didn’t walk in a few minutes earlier.” I saw his lips curve up below the arm over his face.