Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (8 page)

“It’s really nice to meet you.” I said, blushing at my words. They seemed so inadequate, when used on men that were the sexiest things I’d ever seen. “I’ve never…I…I don’t know what to do. I…I’ve…I’ve never done this before.” Worried that they might misinterpret my words, I thought I’d better clarify them. “I mean, I’ve never paid for sex before.”

“Do you need to have a glass of wine cara? Would that help you relax?” Dante’s voice drew my attention to him.

“I’ve already had a couple of glasses, and I don’t want to overdo it. Just, please, tell me what to do.”

Alex threw an arm around my shoulders. “Why don’t you take us, to where you want to act out your fantasy sugar? You do have a fantasy don’t you, or do you just want sex from men, who know what they’re doing?”

This close to Alex, and I could smell the gorgeous scent of his aftershave, coming off him. Although I was more drawn to Dante, there was no denying; Alex was one incredibly sexy man.

“Umm, yes to all of the above?” I squeaked, and Alex let out a loud belly laugh.

“I like you sweetheart. You lead us to where you want us, and we’ll take care of you Grace.”

“What is your deepest, darkest fantasy?” I turned to that voice again, when he spoke to me.

I looked up at him, finding his expression so intense, I couldn’t maintain eye contact, and dropped my head, blushing.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have two men fuck me.” I whispered.

Something flared briefly in Dante’s eyes. It was like a flash of heat or so I thought, but that couldn’t be right. He was a stud, paid to service women. Did they even get aroused for the act of sex any more, or was it just a job?

To cover the confusing emotions coursing through me, I began to walk to my bedroom, hearing the soft fall of their footsteps behind me. For two huge, muscled men, they were surprisingly light and graceful, on their feet.

When I got to my bedroom and walked inside, it was slightly disconcerting having them in with me. They took up a lot of space, despite my bedroom being large.

“You ever had anal sex before sugar?” Alex asked, as he looked around my room. Before I could answer him, he reached for the hem of his t-shirt, and pulled it over his head.

Suddenly confronted by the great wall of his deeply tanned chest, threw me a bit, and I couldn’t answer his question. I simply stood, mouth opening and closing, probably looking like a fish out of water.  Surely these men had to be used to women turning into gibbering, drooling, brainless morons in front of them? That much sex appeal, so close, was like a brain drain. They literally sucked any signs of intelligence from a woman, and left her unable to do anything more than gasp, gape and drool.

Finally I managed to get some brain to mouth co-ordination. “No, I haven’t.” I squeezed the words out. “I’ve never had anal sex, but I’m hoping you will be able to make it good for me.”

Dante said nothing. He merely ran a finger gently down my cheek, which caused my heart to flutter, alarmingly in my chest.

Alex was more vocal about it. “Don’t you worry girl, we’ll make sure that sweet little ass of yours gets broken in gently. We’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”

“Please remove your robe cara. We wish to see your beauty beneath it.” Dante gestured to me, and despite a flash of concern, they would not find me attractive enough to ‘get it up,’ I untied the belt at my waist, and slipped the robe from my shoulders, tossing it to the floor.

Alex whistled his appreciation, but the only sign I got from Dante, that he wasn’t repulsed by what he saw, was a sharply indrawn breath. When my eyes met his, they were burning, with a light that seemed to make the brown, look warmer, richer.

“You’re a beautiful woman sugar, and seeing you dressed like that has made me hard.” Alex dropped a hand to his groin, and rubbed himself through his jeans.

Before I could stop myself, my eyes lowered to where his hand was, and I could see he wasn’t lying, he was hard, and he looked big.

“Why don’t you climb on the bed and try to get comfortable? Let us worship your beauty, until we make you come. It will help ease your tension. You are nervous are you not?” Dante’s watchful eyes stayed on mine.

I nodded quickly, and slipped off my shoes, before lifting my hands to start unbuckling my corset. At Dante’s soft command to leave it, I stopped and gingerly slid onto the bed, lying down with my head on the pillows.

He looked down at me for a moment. “Siete mozzafiato bello. You are very beautiful.” He said, and I wondered if he’d merely given me the English version, of what he’d said in Italian, or did it have another meaning?

With his eyes fixed on mine, he removed his leather vest, and I had to swallow, to stop myself salivating at the sight of him, in just those leather pants, and the mask that gave him the look of Zorro. “So are you.” The words passed my lips in little more than a whisper.

Realising I’d said it out loud, or at the very least, a whisper, sent colour to my cheeks. Hopefully he hadn’t heard me, but when I saw one corner of his mouth turn up, I knew he had.

Alex pushed his shoes and socks off his feet, and climbed onto the bed, crawling towards me on his hands and knees.

His stunning blue eyes were filled with intent, and it was enough to distract me from Dante, which was almost a relief, given how intense everything seemed around him.

Again Dante drew my attention, when he moved around the room, turning on the bedside lamps and switching the overhead light out. Immediately the room developed a more romantic, seductive glow, which sent a flash of excitement through me.

Bloody hell, I really did need to get laid, if mood lighting was enough to have me chomping at the bit, and ready to get started on my first orgasm of the evening. Time was ticking after all.

I watched him move to the dock where my iPhone sat, and he began to scroll through it. A small frown marred his forehead as he studied it closely, but then his frown cleared, and I knew he’d obviously made his decision.

When the powerful music started up, my eyes flew to his. Holy hell! Of all songs he could have chosen, he’d picked the one I’d been playing to death lately. It was a song I knew was going to be in the movie, I think Mel, would sell her soul to be first in line, to see next month.

I listened as ‘Love Me Like You Do’ filled the room, my body quivering at the beauty of it.

I loved that song, and vowed to one day fuck to it. Seemed like that one day had come, and I’d definitely have to put it on repeat, so I would get to fuck to it. 

“I love this song.” I whispered, and then sighed when fingers trailed down the side of my neck. I rolled my head sideways, into Alex’s touch, as he teased my sensitive skin. When he began to unbuckle the numerous straps that held my corset on, I relaxed and let him do his job.

Once he’d undone it all, he opened it, baring my breasts to their eyes. I should have felt self-conscious, but suddenly I didn’t. I think with the music, the lighting, hot men in my bedroom, it was helping to warm me, to this unusual situation.  

“So what are your rules?”  I looked from one to the other. “Do you kiss your clients on the mouth?”

“Sugar, I’ll kiss you wherever you want me to kiss you.” Alex shot me a wink, as he continued the slow caress of his fingertips over my skin. It wasn’t a sexual touch, but the slow, teasing consistency of it was arousing me, slowly but surely. 

He moved closer to me, his head lowering. Alex was going to kiss me. It was both thrilling but also a little weird, with Dante standing by the bed.

His lips, when they touched mine, were soft, but firm in their pressure. It was a slow, sensual kiss. He teased me with the movement of his lips on mine. He nipped at me with those perfect white teeth of his, until I momentarily forgot, about the silent, brown eyed man watching us.

Alex coaxed me to open to him, and I moaned when his tongue touched mine. He tasted like mint, as if he’d been chewing gum, and I had to give him credit, he sure as hell knew what he was doing.

When I felt a warm hand on my ankle, I jumped slightly, but before I could break free of the kiss, to see who was touching me, Alex’s hand came up to cup my cheek, keeping my focus on him.

The hand on my leg began to move, inching its way higher. I felt it slide up my shin, to my knee, and beyond. His touch was like fire on me, leaving the skin burning with a strange kind of heat, even after he’d removed his hand.

Another hand cupped my breast and rubbed over it, caressing me, plucking at the nipple until it was hard. This was not what I’d expected; this was exactly as they had promised me. They were not simply trying to turn me on, they were worshipping me, they were making me feel cherished, even though a part of my brain still registered that this was their job. I was paying them to make this an experience I’d never forget.

When the hand on my breast moved to the other one, just as the hand on my leg moved between my thighs and grazed over my pussy, I moaned against Alex’s lips.

He pulled back to let me breathe, obviously sensing my focus was shifting, to what their hands were doing on me now.

Dante deftly removed my panties, while Alex helped me out of the corset. I still wore the stockings, which were quickly dispensed of too, leaving me totally naked, before these two gorgeous men.

My eyes opened, the lids feeling heavy, and I blinked slowly, languidly at them, noting that they were still dressed, other than their bare chests.

“I want to touch you, am I allowed to touch you?” My voice sounded a little slurred, almost as if I was drunk.

“You can do whatever you want sugar, within reason of course.” Alex was the first to answer.

“Of course cara. We are here for your fantasy, and you are permitted to touch us if you wish.”

Dante’s voice drew my attention to him. “I want to touch you.”

Something flared in his eyes and he nodded, climbing up the bed. As he came towards me, Alex retreated to the foot of it. He didn’t leave me bereft of his touch though, and began to massage the soles of my feet. It was strangely erotic, and I could feel the build-up of pleasure in my body, as he touched certain pressure points.

As soon as Dante was close enough, I reached up, cupping the back of his head. I could feel the mask, where it was tied to keep it in place and the temptation to remove it was strong. I didn’t though. I wasn’t going to do anything that could make these beautiful creatures, leave me too early.

I dragged him down to me and as he got closer, I could smell his beautiful scent. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar, but then his lips touched mine, and all coherent thought was gone.

I’d thought Alex’s kiss was amazing, but Dante’s was even more so. Now this man really could kiss. He not only kissed me, he used his lips, teeth and tongue to caress my mouth. His kiss was more exciting, more arousing, than any of the sex I’d had in my past.

He smelled wonderful and he tasted sweet, like honey. I wasn’t entirely sure, and I really didn’t give a damn, I just didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

When he finally removed his lips from mine, I dragged air into my tortured lungs, while Dante left a trail of damp kisses down my neck.

My hands moved over his shoulders, feeling the muscles shifting under his warm skin. God he felt so good. He was so strong and yet his skin was surprisingly soft. I wanted to put my hands everywhere I could on him, if he permitted me.

I don’t know how long both men caressed me, one at my breasts and one nipping his way up my inner thighs but they were achieving their goal. Well, if getting me so turned on, it was taking all my self-control, not to writhe around moaning and groaning on the bed, was their goal.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it, and so far, no one had given my throbbing pussy any real attention.

Dante lifted his head from my breast and appeared to give Alex some signal which led to them switching places. I lifted my head from the pillows long enough to watch him shift between my legs.

He paused for a moment, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a small package. When I felt him place something that felt soft and kind of rubbery against me, I knew this was the barrier the receptionist had referred to on the phone. For a brief moment, it took the edge of my arousal, to know I had to be treated like a health risk.

When his tongue touched my clit, flicking it with the tip, I cried out and bucked against his mouth. Even with the barrier between us, I still felt incredibly sensitive. I don’t know that I’d ever felt as sensitive, as I felt right now.

He began to sweep his tongue up and down my slit, from my ass to my clit; occasionally stabbing his tongue into me. While he drove me ever closer to my orgasm, Alex’s assault on my breasts and nipples intensified. I knew they meant business now. They were determined to make me come.

They didn’t end up having to wait long. With a few more moments of Alex’s mouth sucking on my nipples, and Dante’s tongue on my clit, I finally let go.

Pleasure coursed through me, radiating out to my extremities. I cried out, over and over, my hips bucking up against his mouth in a desperate bid to ride his face.

He must have removed the protective barrier, because as my body bucked and writhed, and my inner muscles clenched in a futile effort to tighten around something, anything, he thrust two fingers inside me. At the feel of them filling me, even if it was just his fingers, I thrust up, grinding against his hand.