I wasn't sure what to say because I couldn't find it in myself to thank him.
Colton shifted back and forth on his feet. "I should be going … I'm heading to Dallas. Bess's dad's taken a turn for the worse." He hesitated and said, "When things settle down a bit for her, I'll be telling her everything."
I nodded, though I wasn't sure why he was telling me that. I couldn't actually take his word for it that he'd follow through on anything. And I took no pleasure in knowing what Bess was going to end up going through if and when he told her. Unlike mine and Mel's marriage, Colton and Bess's had been based on love … at least, I'd always thought so.
He turned to go. I glanced at Dante and he smiled at me. His thumb stroked over my skin where he was still holding onto my hand.
"Colton," I called just before Colton reached his truck. He looked over his shoulder at me. "Drive safe," I said. It wasn't much, but it was all I had.
Colton nodded. "Take care, Magnus." His eyes shifted to Dante before coming back to me. "Looks like things are finally starting to look up for you."
"Yes, they are," I murmured to myself. I turned and led Dante up the porch stairs. A fresh wave of excitement and nerves went through me and I said, "Now what were you saying? Something about putting up or shutting up?"
* * *
"Relax," Dante murmured just before he ran his tongue down the length of my spine. He'd rolled me onto my stomach on the bed after nearly taking me over the edge with an epic blowjob that had left me shaking and needy. I'd been so sure I'd been ready for him to fuck me after that, but when his finger had brushed over my hole, my erection had waned and my whole body had gone stiff.
"Fuck you," I muttered even though there was no real anger behind my words.
"Maybe later," Dante said and I didn't need to look at him to know he was smiling. I could feel it against my skin, hear it in his voice.
"Maybe you should just get it over with," I said only half-jokingly. I knew the anticipation was making things worse.
"No way," Dante responded and then he leaned over me and kissed my cheek until I turned to give him my mouth. "You know how long I've been waiting to tap this virgin ass?" he whispered.
I couldn't help but smile. "You're such a romantic."
Dante chuckled and then dropped a kiss to the top of my head. His tone grew serious as he dropped his mouth to my ear and said, "You know I'll stop whenever you want. You don't have to do this."
"I know. I've never been good at handling the unknown, Dante." I turned my head so I could see him. "But I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you. If this turns out to be something that can't be a permanent part of our relationship, it's not going to be because I was too scared to even try."
Dante nuzzled my neck. "Fuck, Magnus, you're killing me." His lips sought out mine and he kissed me long and deep. The words made me think he was frustrated, but the way he kissed me had me wondering if there wasn't some other meaning behind them. I sighed as he began kissing his way down my back and his hands skimmed every part of my body he could reach. By the time his palms settled on my ass, my cock had started to come back to life and I willed myself to relax so I wouldn't be putting another pause on the whole thing. Yeah, I was nervous, but I still wanted him. He'd played with my hole several times before and I'd loved it, so I had to believe I'd love this too.
Dante split me open and I felt both embarrassed by how exposed I was and really turned on too. I expected him to reach for the bottle of lube that was next to me on the bed, but when he only shifted his body lower on the bed, I glanced over my shoulder at him. And I was just in time to see him lowering his head.
"Dante-"
That was all I got out before his tongue slid through my crease and flicked over my entrance.
"Fuck!" The curse reverberated through the room and I wrapped my arms around the pillow beneath my head as explosive pleasure rocketed through me. Dante's slick tongue continued to massage me as his hands kneaded my ass. My body began to quake as the sensations kept building. Every few licks over my hole were accompanied with gentle kisses, but when he sucked on me, I began frantically humping the bed as my orgasm started to build. And when Dante suddenly pulled away, I let out a ragged, "No!"
"Shhh," Dante murmured as he crawled up my body and kissed me. The move should have been a turn-off, but it wasn't. Not in the least. I felt like a jumbling, needy mess as he made love to my mouth and when he lifted off me, I wanted to cry out at the loss.
"Turn over," Dante whispered as he gave me the space I needed to do just that. "I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours when I fill you."
I flipped to my back and immediately hauled him down for a violent kiss. "Please don't make me wait anymore," I begged. I couldn't explain why all my fears had suddenly subsided. But I knew it hadn't just been Dante's talented tongue that had me needing more.
"No more, baby," he agreed and then he was snatching up the bottle of lube. A flutter of nerves skittered through my belly, but it didn't diminish my physical craving at all. And when Dante urged my legs up and apart, the vulnerable position was secondary to the feeling of his finger rubbing over my hole. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would when his finger ever so slowly pushed into me. It burned and it felt strange, but I was more focused on watching Dante's expression as he watched what he was doing to me. The lube felt cold at first, but the thought was completely obliterated when Dante suddenly rubbed over a spot inside of me that had my back involuntarily arching up.
"Oh God. Again," I moaned. I knew he was hitting my prostate, but I couldn't make sense of how amazing it felt. It was like I was looking down on myself as Dante pleasured me and I didn't recognize the man lying there, his body open and trembling and completely at the mercy of another.
Dante's finger pulled out of me and then slid back in, brushing over my gland again, but too briefly to get the same reaction. What it did do was keep me on the edge of anticipation. I couldn't tell when the firmer presses would happen. I became so lost in a haze of need and pleasure that the second finger that was pushed deep inside of me still didn't fill me the way I was craving. But I didn't even get a chance to ask for what I really wanted because Dante suddenly leaned down and sucked my cock into his mouth at the same time that he slid his fingers out and back in. I cried out in surprise and tangled my hand in his hair, holding him in place as I began fucking his mouth. His fingers followed the motion of my hips so that I was being fucked while still doing the fucking. I flattened my feet for leverage as I fed my cock to Dante over and over again. But when my balls were just starting to draw up tight against my body, Dante released me and then pulled his fingers out. I didn't even get to protest because his mouth was on mine, and within a matter of seconds, his slick crown was pressing against me.
"Oh, fuck," I whispered when he began to breach me. This time around it did hurt, but the accompanying burn somehow made it better instead of worse like I would have thought. Because with each inch that Dante pressed into me, the pain and burn tore through me and then changed to something more intense and made my skin itch with the need for more.
"So tight," Dante murmured against my mouth. I had no idea how deep inside of me he was because I felt so unbearably full already, but I also didn't want him to stop. I clasped his neck with my hands.
"Don't stop, okay?" I said in a rush. I really didn't understand what I was asking for, but I knew I wasn't there yet.
"Never," Dante breathed against my mouth. Minutes or seconds passed – I wasn't sure which – when I finally felt Dante's heavy balls pressing against my ass. "I have to move, Magnus. I'm sorry," Dante said harshly. I loved the need that was pouring off him. I loved that even though he'd done this countless times before, he was just as desperate as me.
"So perfect, Dante," I said as I shook my head in disbelief when Dante pulled out and pushed slowly back into me. "I love you so much. So fucking much … "
Dante gasped and then he surged into me and covered my mouth with his. I hadn't meant to tell him the words yet, but like in so many of my other encounters with Dante in these past two weeks, I had no control.
He surged into me over and over and the pain and burn went away as the friction built. He was so hot and hard inside of me that I wanted to thank him for having the forethought to insist we got tested. The idea of being able to experience his body in the same way he was experiencing mine, of being able to finally mark him in the way I wanted, only served to ratchet my need even higher. I wrapped both my arms and legs around him as he rocked into me over and over again, his face buried in the spot where my neck met my shoulder. I was so close to coming that I wanted to enjoy the last few seconds I had just before I went over, but then Dante shifted his hips just a little and I went off like a rocket as something inside of me exploded. I might have called his name and told him I loved him again, but I couldn't be sure because nothing existed outside the shower of pleasure that rained down on me. I saw darkness, then light as my cock erupted and I dimly realized he hadn't even needed to touch me there to get me off. The orgasm continued every time Dante surged into me and I reached a point where I was afraid I wouldn't be able to catch my breath. But when the stranglehold of pleasure finally began to ease, I was only aware of Dante relentlessly slinging into me over and over again. He'd locked his elbows so he could watch me as I'd come and I met his dark eyes which were filled with an almost frightening level of desperation that seemed to border on panic.