Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (27 page)

When Dante cried out again, his head shifting from side to side, yanking on his restraints, I turned my attention back on his face, or what I could see from beneath, the t-shirt covering his eyes.

I could tell, from his restless movements, ragged breathing, and frantic words, being hurled at me, that he was concerned, about my reaction to him, coming in my mouth. Well, if he thought I was missing out on that, he was sadly mistaken.

Closing my mouth around him again, I sucked hard, drawing him to the back of my throat, and I kept doing it to him, over and over again. My head bobbed up and down on him, my hand fisting him, rising and falling with the movement of my mouth.

In my head I began a silent mantra, begging him to come. His body was taut as a bow string, his muscles rigid, thighs set like stone under me. I just needed him to let go and come. He needed to know that he could and not fight the demands of his body, like he’d learned from being a stud.

Suddenly he moaned; it was long, raw, and agonising in its intensity. Under my hand I felt his balls draw up sharply, and he pulsed under my fingers, just before, with a jerk, he began to flood my mouth with his release.

Inside, I was screaming eureka, hysterically running around, and with one hand, fist punching the air. I began to swallow as he filled my mouth, but when he just kept coming, I went, from eureka and elation at reaching my goal, to struggling not to choke, my excitement dampened a little, by me worrying, that I might drown, on an overload of Dane’s cum.

Finally he stopped though, his body collapsing into the mattress, and I raised my head, wiping at my lips, since I had cum trickling out of my mouth. I dashed at my eyes that were still watering from nearly choking on him, sweeping the moisture away with my fingers. It was a less than glamorous ending, to bringing him to orgasm, but when I saw his face, all the choking and streaming eyes, was worth it.

His mouth hung open slackly, as he puffed and panted hard, chest heaving. I could see a fine tremor running through him, but the thing that tugged at me the hardest, was the sight of tears, soaking into the t-shirt, that covered his eyes. 

Dante made no sound as he wept. Well, no sound other than his laboured breathing. I sat for a moment, watching him as a myriad of emotions, flowed through me.

I was happy, that I’d been able to give him, an orgasm that seemed to have had, quite an effect, on him. My flagging femininity felt like it had, had its status raised to femme fatale, and I felt a burgeoning of strong emotion in my heart, for this man. I wasn’t a fool, I was falling for him. There was so much to Dante to love. It wasn’t just a case of being dazzled by his sheer masculine beauty, it was the man inside, that attracted me the most, and as I thought it, I realised it was true. Peel away the pretty packaging, and there was a deep, caring, sensitive, loving, man inside. Yet he could be so strong and protective too. He was everything a girl could want and more.

He’d had a sad life. He’d had very little love, besides his grandparents, and yet, he himself, had an amazing capacity to love. He was the complete package; the strong, alpha male, capable of blowing a woman’s mind, but also making her feel safe and protected. He was one of a kind.

I lowered my eyes, shifting them over his body, seeing the faint sheen of perspiration on his skin, and that amazing cock of his. It had wilted slightly, but was still impressive, as it rested against his stomach now.

“Cara, please release me. You’re so quiet. Are you alright? Please release me, I need to see you.” There was a note of husky pleading in his voice.

Unable to ignore his plea, I scrambled up his body, straddling his waist, before ripping the blindfold off his face. He blinked at me in the glare, of the bright sunlight, flooding the room, but I barely looked at him, before reaching over, to quickly untie the belt, that had been restraining him.

He lowered his arms, wincing as the blood flowed into them again. I dropped to his chest, my arms going around him, my legs tightening around him too, as I tried to almost mush our bodies, into one another.

I felt his arms close around me, and as if sensing a shift in me, a kind of desperation, he held me tight, pressing my cheek to his chest. I could hear the frantic thump of his heart, and I nuzzled into him, trying to get deeper, closer to him.

“I’m alright Dante. I’m more than alright. That was spectacular. Do you know what it feels like to watch someone come undone, and know you’re responsible?” I asked him, tilting my head up, so I could see his face.

The moment I saw his expression, I realised the question was a foolish one. Of course he knew. He had worked at pleasuring, women after all. That had been his job, and I knew firsthand, how good he was at it. 

“I don’t care about making women come apart cara. I only care about you coming apart. You’re all that matters to me.”

“Well making you come apart, is all that matters to me.” I replied, pressing my lips to his chest, and raining kisses over him from nipple to nipple. I felt the flat little discs harden under my tongue and I smiled to myself.

“Come up here, I wish to kiss you.” Dante hooked my chin with his fingers, and I scooted higher, offering him my lips.

As soon as his covered mine, I knew this was not going to be any ordinary kiss. As his lips moved, demanding access to my mouth, I opened to him as quickly as the legs of a street corner hooker.

Immediately his tongue began to sweep the contours of my mouth, exploring every inch, lapping at me, tasting and teasing me. I sighed against his lips, feeling my excitement rising. I wanted him, but he’d already come, so he was kind of out of action, for a little while.

With our tongues duelling, and delving into each other’s mouths, I was lost to the sensation and taste of him. I could have kissed him forever, if my need for air wasn’t becoming more insistent. Reluctantly I pulled back, breathing rapidly.

I could hear, Dante’s breath, rasping noisily too, and it was nice to know, that I affected him, as much as he, affected me. Inching my body down his a little, I moaned when my swollen and sensitive clit rubbed over his stomach.

“Oh my sweet Grace, you are in need of some relief, aren’t you? I can feel you. That cunt of yours is soaked, you’re wetting me. I think I can do something to help you.”

I raised my head to meet his warm brown eyes, and I could see arousal burning there. I backed up a little more and felt it. Holy fucking hell, he was hard again.

He smiled when he saw the shock in my gaze. “Now it’s my turn to pleasure you.”

I felt my insides clench at his words, and I rocked against him again, trying to get some relief.

“I want you.” I whispered, and saw excitement flare in his eyes.

His hands lifted me off him, and tossed me to the mattress by his side. Before I could say or do anything, he followed me, rolling onto me. The heavy length of his cock, sat between my legs, the head resting at the entrance to my pussy, but Dante made no attempt to enter me.

“I thought we could play a bit cara. What do you think? Would you like to play?” His deep voice washed over me like warm honey.

Play, play, he wanted to play? I wasn’t sure what sort of play he had in mind, but any kind of game, played with Dante, could only be good, in my opinion.

          Chapter Eighteen

As all the possibilities for playing with this gorgeous man, passed through my mind, I felt another rush of moisture soak my pussy. I was already so wet, I had to be leaving, a damp patch, in his bed. “What kind of games are you talking about?”

“Remember how we brought a few toys to your home, the night Alex and I helped you fulfil your fantasy?” I nodded. “I thought I could bring out some things, to make it more interesting for you.”

“Sex with you is far from boring Dante.” I said, wanting him to know, he was more than enough for me, just him, no bells and whistles. “You have roused my curiosity though. What did you have in mind?”

He climbed off me and the bed, standing looking down at me. I tried not to gawk at him too openly. I was trying to so hard, to not do, like the women he’d serviced, while working as a stud, and objectify him. The trouble was, with him standing over me, looking so gorgeous, and with that cock of his jutting out in front of him, it was hard to not simply stare at him and drool.

“Wait here.” He said and turned away from the bed. With his back to me, it gave me the chance, to do the very thing, I’d just been trying to avoid. I openly gawked at his tight, beautiful ass as he disappeared into his walk in closet.

He was gone several minutes, and when he returned, I stared at the items in his hands curiously.

I recognised what looked like a butt plug, and a tube of lubricant, but the other thing, I had no idea. It was a few inches long, wider at one end, before narrowing briefly to then swell again, before finishing, on a bulbous end. The wider end had three lines around it, like ribs or something like that, and I could see a button on the end so it had to be a vibrating toy.

I eyed it off before turning my attention to Dante. “So what did you have in mind, and where are you sticking all those things?” I asked.

He chuckled softly at my questions. “Not both cara, just one. I was hoping you might let me, into that tight little ass of yours again. I know you enjoyed, having both Alex and I, fuck you together, but I’m not sharing you again. You are mine and mine alone.” He tone was surprisingly possessive.  

“Yes please.” I whispered and he smiled; a brilliant, dazzling smile that lit up his face.

“Well then we will use this.” He held up the toy that wasn’t the butt plug. “This is a vibrating egg, although it’s a little larger than a lot of the eggs. I will push it into your cunt, while I take you up the ass. How does that sound?”

If I could have rolled over, and presented my ass to him, I would have. “That sounds perfect.” I said, as Dante dropped back onto the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees Grace. I’m going to put this inside you.” He held up the egg again.

I didn’t need asking twice, and immediately rolled over, pushing up onto my hands and knees. I wasn’t sure if Dante would spend time trying to turn me on first. I really didn’t want him to. I was so turned on now and so wet; I could feel a trickle of moisture running down the inside of my thigh.

Dante’s fingers slipped between my legs, and I heard him groan. “Fucking hell, my girl is ready, aren’t you?” He speared a finger into me, circling it inside, testing me. “I’m going to push the bullet into you now. Just relax.”

I really didn’t need him to tell me to relax. I was so eager for him, I wanted to back up, and help him along a bit.

Suddenly I felt it, the curved end of the bullet parting me, opening me up as it was pushed inside. Once Dante was satisfied with its position in me, he turned it on and as it buzzed to life, I nearly catapulted off the bed. God, it was intense when I was already so turned on, and I clenched around it, moaning at the sensation of it in me. I could feel the vibration everywhere, even my clit.

“Please, hurry; I want you in me before I come.” I begged him, turning my head to urge him on.

“You have no idea, how much I want to be inside you, right now cara.” I felt his lips at my nape, and the warmth of him, as he rested briefly, along my back. “I will put the lubricant on you now, so there is no risk of me hurting you. It might feel a bit cool on you at first.” He warned.

I heard the sound of it, just before I felt it over my ass. It was followed by his fingers, rubbing it over me, dipping ever so slightly into me. I moaned again. It was so intense, I wasn’t sure how I was going to cope when he had his cock in me and I got to experience that filled to capacity feeling again.

“Dante, please, hurry.” I arched my back, pushing my ass into the air. I wasn’t going to last much longer. The egg was pulsing away inside me, with a strong vibration. It was nearly as wide and long, as an average dick, so the relentless stimulation against my g spot, was threatening to push me over the edge.

Again I felt his lips at my nape. “Relax for me.” His voice was soft by my ear, but when I felt the broad head of his cock at my ass, I instinctively tensed.

I puffed out a couple of long breaths, and willed myself to relax. I’d done this before. Mine was not a virginal ass anymore. I just needed to remember that, and how good it had felt.

“Good Gracie girl.” His voice soothed me, as I felt him push forward, easing himself into me. As soon as the head of his cock breeched me, he was able to slide deeper, without any further resistance.

Once he was seated in me as deep as he could go, we both moaned. It was so intense, with the overwhelming fullness, and the feel of not only Dante inside me, but the constant pulsing of the egg.

“Dammit, the feel of that egg vibrating on my cock, feels amazing. It doesn’t matter that there’s a wall between it and me, it feels like it’s strapped to my cock.”

I pushed back against him. This was not the time for talking, I needed action. “Fuck me.” I demanded impatiently, and after a split second’s hesitation, he began to move.

The feel of Dante moving in and out of me, the constant, strong pulsing vibration of the egg, and I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come.

“Does that feel good? You feel so good to me cara. So warm and tight and that egg, I feel it pulsing, turning me on. I do believe I’m going to come again. You did this for me. You’re doing this to me. I want to fuck you harder, and faster.”