Chapter 24
Theo
Dante’s body burns hot beneath my palms, his freshly showered scent wrapping around me as I settle deeper into his lap.
I’m in control, but it’s nothing but instinct and raw impulse now.
He thrives in control, where I thrive in the loss of it.
The hungry way he kisses me right now sends the last of my free will scattering into the wind. I’m a willing slave to the loss of it.
The chaos can have me.
He can have me.
I should ease off, give him a moment to breathe, but I can’t. Years of wanting him, of imagining this exact moment, make me incapable of slowing down.
The coarse denim of his jeans rubs against my bare skin as I rock over his hard cock, rolling my body against him while his control begins to fray.
His whimpered plea only fuels me further, and I can pinpoint the exact second he loses all semblance of restraint.
It shatters like glass, exploding into a million glittering pieces and raining down around us.
His breaking point is a beautiful thing to behold.
Rough fingertips dig into my hips as he thrusts up hard, slamming my body down onto his. I open my mouth to encourage him, to tell him how badly I need to watch him fall apart, but the words never come. Instead, he calls out, his grip bruising.
There’s no rehearsed, careful lines now, just the soft utterance of my name and a string of grunted curses as he holds me there.
He rocks into me faster, more desperately, and his head drops back as his mouth falls open.
The sound that tears from his throat feels like it’s being wrenched out by force.
My eyes drop to where his cock strains behind his jeans. His deep, guttural moan turns almost anguished as a dark, wet spot begins to bloom across the crotch of his pants. A fresh rush of heat crackles over my skin when I realize he’s coming.
I can’t look away from the spreading dampness or the way it seeps down his thigh, turning glossy and slick in the light.
Helpless moans spill from him as he keeps thrusting against me.
Creamy white cum pushes through the denim in thick bursts, and the sight nearly sends me over the edge right there with him.
When he finally slows and the haze clears from his face, he mumbles a low curse and drags his palms over his eyes. For a split second I’m paralyzed, simply staring at him wrecked beneath me.
“Don’t you dare hide from me,” I say, tightening my fingers around his wrists and tugging.
“That wasn’t how I wanted this to… it’s… shit, I’m sorry,” he stutters, still trying to shield himself. “This was supposed to be about you and—”
“Dante, look at me.” Reluctantly, he lets me pull his hands away from his face, looking like he wants to disappear. “Do you think I put this on for me? This was all for you.” I drag a fingertip down his body until it lands in the warm, milky puddle on his lap.
His body twitches at the touch. “God,” he groans, eyes tracking my finger as a deep flush spreads across his cheeks and neck. “I’m sorry, Theo. You’re so fucking perfect, and I’m just…”
I shush him with a stern glare. “Let me tell you what you are.”
Scooting back on his thighs, I swirl my finger through the warm pool of his cum. I push myself backward, carefully lowering onto the floor between his spread legs. My palms land on his knees, and I shove them wider as I lean in.
“You aren’t just anything. You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, voice low and reverent as I trace the thick outline of his cock through the soaked denim. My fingertip presses lightly along his length, feeling it jump under the fabric. “You have no idea what seeing you lose control does to me.”
Dante’s breath hitches, his hips twitching involuntarily.
I lean closer and press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the wet spot on his jeans before looking up at him through my lashes. “You’re the man I’ve wanted for years. And right now… you’re mine to play with.”
I suck the soaked fabric between my lips. Salty warmth explodes across my tongue, thick and heady, until I have to swallow. “Do you always cum this much?”
“Yeah,” he mutters, voice rough, “but not usually that fast. I understand if you think it’s—”
“Hot?” I interrupt, dragging my tongue along the damp denim. “That’s the only correct way to finish that sentence, because holy fuck, that was so hot.”
He whimpers as I lap at the mess I’ve made.
When I look up at him again, I let him see the glossy sheen of his cum coating my tongue before I swallow deliberately.
Under the denim, his cock is already thickening again.
I wrap my lips around the heavy outline and run my mouth along his full length, sucking and teasing through the fabric.
Only when I’ve drained every last drop do I climb back onto his lap. “Taste yourself on me,” I murmur, gripping the back of his neck.
He doesn’t need encouragement. Any further words dissolve as his tongue meets mine, and his hands slide down to grip my ass, both thumbs slipping between my cheeks.
A moan escapes me as he rubs firm circles over my entrance, the thin satin string of my thong sliding against his fingers.
He presses harder, and I wiggle against the pressure, groaning into his mouth.
“So fucking smooth and tight,” he mutters, using his thumbs to slowly stretch me open.
I lean over and grab a container of lube from the side table drawer. Dante’s eyes widen, and I grin as my lashes flutter innocently. “What? I didn’t want to be unprepared. Now give me your hands.”
His gaze never leaves mine as I squirt a generous dollop onto his fingers.
He spreads the lube, then reaches behind me and pushes my panties aside.
Slick fingertips tease my hole, circling and pressing until I’m rocking impatiently.
Just as I start to grunt my frustration, he slips one finger inside me.
“Not enough,” I complain, pushing down onto his hand. “Give me more. I need it.”
He adds a second finger and sets a steady rhythm, thrusting into me as I instinctively roll my hips. His eyes drop to where my cock presses against the front of my panties, and I cant my hips so he can watch me ride his fingers.
“Do you still want more, or is that enough?” he asks, voice gruff.
“It’s never enough with you,” I insist, spreading my knees and arching my spine to open myself further. “Give me more.”
He works a third finger in, and a groan rips from my throat as I sink down to his knuckles. “Goddamn, that feels so good.”
He picks up speed as his other hand moves to my cock, cupping my balls through the lace before reaching inside.
His palm drags up my length before his fingers surround me, stroking me in perfect time with the thrusts into my hole.
My moans get louder as I fall into the rhythm, thighs quaking as I snap my hips.
“I’m going to come if you’re not careful… wait—” I gasp, teetering right on the edge.
Instead of releasing me, he grips the base of my cock and stills his hands. A rush of precum spreads over my panties as my cock bucks underneath, and I clench every muscle in my core to stave off my release.
“Fuck, I need a minute,” I breathe as I climb off his lap. My body is still drawn tight, and I know I’ll come if he touches me again. Instead, I return to my knees and reach for his button.
“Pants off. Right now.”
He lifts his hips, helping me strip him. His cock is thick and heavy, leaning against his hip. Scars dot his groin, but I refuse to let the ghosts of his past intrude. I don’t even look at them. My focus stays on that gorgeous cock, ready to finally taste him without any barriers between us.
His hand lands gently on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about me. I already had my fun.”
“You’re saying that like this isn’t fun for me, sweetpea,” I tease with a wink. “Trust me when I say I’ll enjoy sucking your cock just as much as you will.”
“Doubtful,” he murmurs, but the word dissolves into a groan as I draw him into my mouth.
I swirl my tongue over him, cleaning every trace of his earlier release from his skin. He lets me explore, and I take my time learning every ridge, every vein, and exactly how he reacts when I press my tongue against them.
“Can you come again?” I ask, voice husky.
“I’m not… sure…” He stutters as I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. “Fuck—never mind. Yes. Yes, I can definitely come again.”
I work him until his fingernails dig into the couch and his breath turns ragged, then climb back onto his lap. When I scoot forward and guide his cock against mine, he grunts a string of curses under his breath.
I slip him inside my panties. With my hands on his shoulders, I rock my hips, letting the velvet slide of our bare cocks rub together.
His eyes drop to where we stretch the fabric to its limit, the material turning almost sheer with every movement.
When I wrap my hand around us both, he tenses beneath me.
“Do you like that?” I murmur.
He nods frantically. Restraint evaporates and turns into desperation.
I keep my fingers locked around us and rock harder, my hand holding us in place as we thrust against each other.
His movements lose their finesse, becoming short and jerky.
Whispered curses fall from his lips before he sucks in a sharp breath, and a blissed-out moan climbs from his throat as his cock erupts again.
Warmth floods my panties and soaks us both. Thick streams spill from his slit, coating our cocks and making my hand even slicker as I stroke us through it.
“Oh, shit, that’s it,” I groan. “Fuck, give it to me, baby.”
The rhythmic throb of his cock against mine and the hot rush dripping down my length send me over the edge right behind him.
I throw my head back as pleasure crashes through me in heavy waves.
My cum mixes with his, my cock jerking as my hole clenches around nothing, wishing it were stuffed full of him, too.
A few more strokes of my hand leave me gasping, the intense release tipping into overstimulation. By the time the stars behind my eyes fade, I’m spent and boneless. Our gazes meet, and the raw emotion that hits me is so powerful it nearly knocks me over.
He doesn’t say a word, just nods once like he’s feeling it, too. Those steady hands curl around my back, and I let myself melt into him. His heart thuds steady and strong beneath my ear, and for the first time in forever, I’m completely at peace.
For a long few minutes we simply sit there, soaked and sweating, breath heavy and bodies lax. I whimper softly when he shifts, and when I glance down, his cock is still tucked inside my underwear.
His eyes are endlessly vulnerable as they meet mine. “That was…” He trails off, clearly unsure how to finish the thought.
I cradle his face in my hands and press a soft kiss on his lips. “Amazing? Incredible? Astoundingly phenomenal?”
He rolls his eyes, but even that can’t dim his satisfaction. “Did you swallow a thesaurus along with breakfast?”
“No, I swallowed a big fat dick,” I snap back.
He chokes out a laugh, blushing like he didn’t just rock my world.
I tighten my hold on his cheeks and plant another soft kiss on his smiling lips. “This is my dream, you know. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
The small laugh that leaves him sounds sad, and he drops his eyes. “Your dreams should be much grander than me, Theo.”
“Stop that,” I scold gently, gripping his chin and lifting his face back to mine. “You are officially mine now, and that comes with rules.”
He watches me warily. “And those rules are?”
“First and foremost, the self-deprecating comments? They end right now.” He shakes his head with another small huff of laughter, but I don’t let him look away. “You think I’m joking? Look into my eyes and tell me I’m kidding. It stops today.”
His expression shifts to something unreadable, but I’m not done.
“I might kid around with the best of them, but I am dead fucking serious. I don’t ever want to hear you speak about yourself like that. Whatever he made you believe? It’s a lie, Dante. Every word of it.”
“Theo…” he whispers.
I drop a gentle kiss to his lips to interrupt him.
“If I have to pin you down every hour of every day to remind you how perfect you are, I’ll do it.
It doesn’t matter where we are. Grocery store?
Practice? On stage in front of thousands of people?
I will stop everything to show you just how fucking amazing you are, and I’ll do it until you see yourself the way I do. ”
His face crumbles as he pulls me against him. I wonder if he’s doing it to hide the tears that formed from my words, but I don’t mention them.
“What are the other rules?”
“Compliments are mandatory, and I require at least a dozen a day,” I tease softly. “And before you ask, I absolutely will keep track.”
He relaxes as he laughs, his hand gliding up and down my spine. “I think I can handle that. Anything else?”
“Those buckets of cum are all mine.” He coughs a surprised laugh, and I take advantage of the calm and pull back to glance at him again. “Why did you think that would bother me?”
His cheeks heat as he glances away. “Trent always made a big deal about it. He said there was something wrong with me.”
“Um, the only thing wrong is that it took me this long to find out this little bonus.”
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
“Weird? It’s unbelievably hot.” I grin at the flush spreading across his face. “I’m already planning all sorts of raunchy things I can do now that I have this knowledge.” I snuggle back into his chest, voice turning playful. “We’ve already established it’s good for sore throats.”
He grunts, but doesn’t stop me.
“We can explore the skincare benefits, too. I bet I’m onto something with that.”
“I bet you are,” he agrees dryly.
“And I never have to worry about my protein intake.”
“You sure don’t,” he says with a quiet laugh.
I settle in as exhaustion makes my eyes heavy. We lie still for a few long minutes, simply enjoying the comfort of being wrapped around each other.
“Thank you,” Dante whispers, pressing a kiss to my hair.
I tilt my head up and find those deep brown eyes staring down at me. “For what?”
“For not making a big deal out of my insecurities. For forcing me to wake up to what’s been in front of me for all these years.” He presses a gentle kiss to my lips, calmer now.
“And also for the two orgasms?” I tease.
His breath brushes over my mouth as he laughs and smiles against our kiss. “Yeah, sunshine… and for those.”