Chapter 29 #2
For a long second he simply stares, the tip of his tongue dragging along the edge of his lower lip before he snaps back to himself.
“Me too,” he murmurs, voice rough, before he leans in and drags his tongue slow and wet across my hole.
I call out and he pulls back just enough to fix me with a hard look. “Unless you want to get caught, you have to be quiet.”
My head jerks in a frantic nod, the faucet digging deeper into my spine. I brace myself, every nerve already singing. Silence is almost impossible, but I try. My teeth sink into the fleshy pad of my hand, biting down hard enough to dull the sounds clawing up my throat.
His tongue—Jesus Christ, his fucking tongue—works me with firm, rough strokes that drag deliberately over my hole, each pass sending sparks racing up my spine.
His hands slide up the backs of my thighs, strong fingers curling to push my legs back and open me wider, exposing every inch to the wet heat of his mouth.
He pulls away for a heartbeat, and I whimper at the sudden loss, but then he spits right onto my hole and shoves the tip of his tongue inside.
Our moans collide, his low rumble vibrating straight through my skin as he presses deeper.
He thrusts in short, insistent strokes that open me further with every push.
“Dante,” I gasp, biting harder into my hand as he turns his head, scraping the edge of his teeth over my sensitive rim before sucking hard.
My hips buck right off the counter, chasing the pressure.
He only sucks harder, drawing out a muffled cry that shakes through me.
Another spit, then one thick finger slides inside, followed quickly by a second.
They scissor and curl as he thrusts, stretching me open with nothing but his saliva slicking the way.
The third finger brings a delicious, sharp burn that makes my whole body clench around him, my moan trapped behind my hand while my cock throbs against my stomach.
He withdraws his fingers only to replace them with his tongue again, spearing deep until his lips seal against my skin, forcing me to take every inch of it until I’m trembling.
By the time he stands, I’m desperate, and the dark damp spot spreading across the front of his shorts tells me he’s just as wrecked. I’m soaked between my cheeks, spit dripping in slow, heavy drops that plunk onto the tile below.
In one rough motion he shoves his pants and boxers to the floor, then spits into his palm and strokes his straining cock. My shorts and underwear are still tangled around my thighs, binding my legs together as he hooks them over his shoulder and leans in close.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he says, voice gravel-rough, as he notches the head of his cock at my entrance and drives forward.
“Oh!” The word tears out on a sharp inhale, my eyes rolling back as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle and slides all the way inside in one long, unrelenting thrust. The heat between us is overwhelming, and he stretches me wide enough that I know I’ll feel the ache for hours.
My own cock leaps at the thought, twitching hard against my stomach as he bottoms out, hips flush to mine, and holds there for a long, shuddering second.
“Goddamn, you feel so good,” he mutters, fingertips digging deep enough to leave bruises in the soft flesh above my hips. “So fucking tight.”
My head bangs against the bathroom wall with each powerful thrust, the dull thud lost beneath the wet slap of skin on skin, but neither of us cares.
I reach for him, dragging his mouth down to mine in a messy collision of lips and teeth.
The angle folds me nearly in half beneath him, and my nails rake down his back, scoring lines I know he’ll feel later.
Our kiss turns sloppy, desperate, his hot breath washing over my mouth with every punishing jolt of his hips.
“Fuck, Theo,” he groans, lifting off me just enough to wrap his hand around my cock. “I’m not going to last.”
“Finish inside me,” I beg, voice cracking as he picks up speed. “Soak me. Fill me up and let it run down my legs when we walk out of here. Tell everyone I’m yours. Fucking mark me.”
The sound that rips from his throat is raw, and it bounces off the tiles as he hooks an arm under my thighs and stops holding back. He slams into me harder, faster, while his other hand strokes me in tight, relentless pulls.
“Oh, fuck!” he gasps, driving forward one last time as he unloads inside me, the heat of his release pulsing in thick, insistent beats.
Warmth seeps out around him even as he keeps coming, the slick drip of it sliding down my skin enough to shove me over the edge.
I call out, spilling into the cage of his fingers, my cock jerking hard as my ass clamps down around him.
A helpless whimper escapes me while every muscle in my body wrings itself out in long, shuddering waves.
He gives a few more lazy pumps, burying himself to the hilt as he strokes me through the aftershocks. Thick white streams roll over his knuckles and down his wrist, until I’m finally spent. He slumps against me, finding my lips in a slow, languid kiss that tastes of sweat and satisfaction.
The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than five minutes, but I’m so thoroughly fucked I can barely string a thought together, much less move.
We both groan when he finally pulls out.
His gaze drops to my used hole, and gentle fingers scoop up the cum leaking from me, pushing it back inside with careful presses that draw a quiet moan from my throat.
He helps me down from the counter, sliding my underwear and shorts back into place, then rubs slow circles over the fabric with his fingertips, pressing just enough to make me shiver.
“You’re wet,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me again.
“Careful,” I whisper against his mouth, “or you’re going to have to take care of me again.”
A deep, rumbling laugh vibrates through his chest and into mine before we step to the sink, washing our hands and adjusting our clothes until everything looks passably normal. When we walk back into the studio, three heads swivel toward us in perfect unison, eyes narrowed with identical suspicion.
“Where’d you guys run off to?” Eric drawls, that snarky smirk already curling his lips.
“Just…” Dante waves a hand in a vague, meaningless arc that conveys absolutely nothing useful.
Here’s hoping we’re never held hostage and forced to rely on his poker face.
I laugh at the thought, and the sudden pressure sends a warm gush of Dante’s release sliding out of me and down the inside of my thigh. My cock twitches hard in response, so I turn toward him, tucking myself tight under his arm and pressing myself against his leg to hide it.
Rising onto my tiptoes, I lean in close to his ear. “You’re dripping out of me,” I whisper.
His eyes snap to mine, pupils blown wide and lips twitching into something predatory, like he’s half a second from pouncing before his prey can slip away.
“Out!” The single word cracks through the room. They jump as one, startled, as he turns on them with raised brows that leave no room for argument. “Everyone out. We’ll finish this discussion later.”
None of them needs to be told twice. Eric and Dmitri exchange a loaded side-eye, while Tai giggles and bolts for the door.
The moment we’re alone, Dante drops to his knees in front of me. “Fuck, you’re like a drug,” he groans as he yanks my shorts and underwear down in one impatient tug, then sucks my cock into the wet heat of his mouth.
It takes only minutes for me to lose control again. His slippery fingers push his own cum back inside me while his tongue works me relentlessly. I come hard, spilling across his tongue in hot pulses. My whole body shudders as I wonder how I ever managed to live without this.