Chapter 27
Theo
“Honey, I’m home!” I walk in the door with my bags dragging behind me.
Dante glances up from the couch, eyeballing my luggage. “Did you get enough stuff?”
My suitcase falls to the ground with a slam as I put my hand on my hip. “Listen here, mister—I will turn this car around right now. I’ll return to my small, solitary apartment where I’ll sit scared and lonely.”
“No, no, no.” He changes his tone to placating in an instant and hurries over to my side.
I throw my arm theatrically over my forehead, wavering on my feet. “There I’ll be… in the dark… windows drawn and a gun in my shaking hand—”
“You don’t even know how to shoot a gun,” Dante interjects, “much less own one.”
“—jumping at every little noise that rings out in the night. Was it air in the pipes, or a monster lying in wait? I’ll never find out, as I sit there, terrified and alone and crying…”
Dante slides the smaller bag off my arm and rests his hands on my shoulders. “Dramatic, are we?”
“I’d waste away in my isolation… hey!” I shout as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Where are you taking me, you big brute?”
“Oh, I’m a brute now, am I?” he asks with a laugh, dragging his hand up my thighs as I struggle to get free.
“You are! You’re a massive neanderthal, and I—”
He swats me on the ass, cutting my words off with a yelp. We walk into his bedroom, where he tosses me onto the bed hard enough to make me bounce.
“Did you like the video Dmitri sent you earlier?” he asks.
A giant grin spreads across my face. “It was…” I put my fingers to my lips and give him a chef’s kiss gesture. “Top quality filmography. The setting… the cast… the action!”
“The action, huh?” His voice drops low as he climbs over me, dropping his lips close to mine. “You want some action, pretty boy?”
“Fuck, yes, I do,” I agree as I pull him toward me, clutching his neck and encouraging him. Our lips collide with more force than I was expecting, and he swallows my grunt as he claims my mouth.
This isn’t patient like before—it’s fucking starving.
It’s tongues and teeth, clashing and claiming, and taking what he wants without allowing either of us to come up for air. It’s all explosive chemistry, combustion and reactions until the air itself is charged enough that it bites our skin.
It hurts until it fucking burns, and I’ve never loved the pain so much.
Fingers weave through my hair as he draws me closer, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.
My legs circle his waist, and his body drops against mine in a grind that makes me see stars.
His grip tightens in my hair as he yanks, tilting my chin as he pulls away from the kiss and drags his lips over my exposed neck.
Teeth scrape against my throat before he draws on my skin, licking as he gently sucks.
It’s a side of him I’ve never seen, and I am here for it.
“What’s gotten into you?” I pant.
He rocks his hips and his thick cock slides against mine. Far too much clothing stands between us, and I tug at any piece of fabric I can get my hands on as I try to eliminate the barriers.
“Adrenaline,” he mutters as he claims my lips again. He yanks at my jeans, fighting to unbutton them while grinding against me. “But mostly, I just want you. What are you wearing under these?”
“I’ll show you,” I tease with a wiggle, “but it’ll cost you.”
He pulls at my pants again, his tongue sliding against mine in another passionate, breath-stealing kiss. We’re both breathing heavily as he leans his forehead on mine.
“What will it cost me?”
“What are you willing to pay, big boy?”
“Anything,” he insists as he presses a sweet kiss to my lips that makes my heart leap inside my ribcage. “What do you want? My heart? My fucking soul? It’s yours, Theo. It’s always been yours.”
“Goddamn it,” I whisper, voice thick and throat tight. “I was trying to be sassy and you’re over here making some grand gesture.” I shove at his chest and he backs up, sitting back on his feet with wild eyes. I wrestle my shirt off, then reach for my pants.
“Let me,” he begs.
Determined hands grab my waistband and loosen the button before working my jeans down over my hips.
Dante sucks in a sharp breath when he exposes my sheer black thong.
His teeth scrape over his bottom lip as his gaze rakes down my body with such intensity I’m convinced there are trenches carving into my skin.
That bottom lip pops out, shiny, slick, and swollen from the force of our kiss. He runs his palm up and down my cock as I arch into him. He hovers over me again, lips full of fire, and I drink it up like an arsonist drawn to the flames.
When he pulls away and peels off his shirt, uncertainty flickers across his face again, like we’ve moved from familiar ground into new territory. His throat bobs as he stands to strip his pants and boxers. He’s completely naked in front of me, eyes still tracing my body.
“How did a guy like me end up with a beautiful thing like you?”
“Dante,” I scold softly. “We talked about this.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” His knees sink onto the bed as he leans forward to brush his knuckles over my cheek. “You are just so fucking perfect.”
“So are you,” I whisper as he plants the lightest kiss on my lips. “Perfect for me… perfect to me.”
“I can be perfect to you.”
I hum appreciatively. “Tell me about it.”
His dark eyes lock on mine before he reaches into the nightstand and grabs a condom and a bottle of lube. “You want to hear what I’m going to do, sweet boy?”
“I’m going to hold you to every word, so choose them carefully,” I warn.
He grins as he tears the condom open. “Those pretty panties are going to stay on, but we’re going to push them to the side just enough to let me fuck you. I want you to soak them.”
“Fuck, do you promise?” I groan.
He rolls the condom on, eyes squeezing closed at the sensation. The lube bottle clicks open as he squirts some into his palm and slides it along his length, and he releases a whine that borders on a growl as his hips snap forward. He positions himself between my legs, eyes wild.
“Do you want that, baby? To come in your panties for me?”
“God, yes, I fucking do,” I groan as his cock presses against me. The way I arch into him is shamelessly needy, and I know no one on this planet will ever make me feel the way he does.
When he backs up to rub some lube on my hole, I stop him. “Don’t. I want to feel it.”
He hovers over me, searching my face with a frown. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Did you see the size of that dildo I was using the other day?” I ask with a sassy cocked brow. He nods, a slight snarl tugging at the corner of his lip. “Then you know I’ll be fine. Let me feel you.”
He captures my lips in a rough kiss before nodding and pulling back. Never looking away, he positions himself at my entrance, using the head of his cock to spread the lube before gently pushing inside.
My lips part on a gasp as my muscles give way and he slides inside me by an inch. He’s endlessly patient as he works his way deeper, never rushing and allowing my body to adjust to the stretch. Each calculated thrust opens me a little more, yielding until he slides fully inside.
My spine arches as his hips sit flush against my ass, and I’m so full of him that my body is begging me to move.
He hooks his arms under my knees and leans over me, pressing my legs tight against my torso.
The new angle intensifies the burn, the delicious pressure bordering on too much as he starts to thrust. His pupils are blown wide as he stares down at me, reflecting everything I’m feeling right back at me.
A low whimper leaves me as he bottoms out. “Just imagine… we could’ve been doing this all along.”
He huffs a quiet laugh as he withdraws then presses forward again, letting me feel every inch. When he does it again, the slide against my prostate turns my inhale into a shuddering, heaving gasp.
“Maybe the anticipation made it better?” he says, voice as wrecked as mine.
“Fuck me harder and tell me what could be better than this,” I taunt. “You think anything could top this?”
“I can top this.” He gives a light smack to my ass cheek, and I toss my head back with a laugh before he drives into me with more power.
“Oh, fuck, that’s amazing,” he groans, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
Tension coils tight in my core as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “If we’d been fucking this whole time, you would’ve learned something very important about me.”
“And what’s that?”
“You would already know…” My eyes roll back into my skull as he lifts off me, then drives back in.
“That I am, hmm…” My voice trails off as he finds a perfect rhythm, distracting me with how the pressure makes my cock tense and leak against my stomach.
A burst of precum pools near my navel, and he swipes his thumb through the mess before bringing it to his lips.
And fuck, if that’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Let me try that again,” I say with a soft moan.
“I am very… very…” Another few thrusts against my prostate send a blissed-out smile spreading across my face.
The pounding sensation builds to something unbearable in a matter of seconds.
I’m feasting on the overwhelming fullness, the delicious burn, and the relentless force of his body moving inside mine.
Heat swallows my limbs, racing straight to my core as my balls draw up tight. My cock throbs against my stomach, leaking steadily, and every nerve ending sings with the pressure of being so perfectly, achingly full. My body hovers weightless for one suspended breath before it all ignites.
“…sensitive,” I whisper, my voice catching on the rising bliss before lifting into a sharp, desperate shout.
The orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer, ripping through my body as every muscle wrings out all at once. My back arches off the bed as my cock jerks beneath the lace, pulsing in time with my heartbeat and filling my panties with hot, thick release.