Chapter 9 #2
“No, it’s not your fault.” I say the words even though I haven’t had time to decide if they’re true or not. My entire body is shivering, my heart racing, my groin aching, and all I want in this moment is to be close to him.
Tears spill onto my cheeks, and I brush my nose against his.
“You saved my life,” I whisper.
Dante’s hand slides from my face to my shoulder, then down my body to my hip as he pulls me closer to him.
“I’d do it again,” he says huskily.
His hand slides up my shirt, rubbing at my side with his bare hand, and I shiver.
“You’re trembling.” Dante pulls his hand back. “This is wrong. I shouldn’t be this close to you after what happened. You’re in shock.”
He starts to pull away from me, but I grip him tighter. “No! Please.”
Dante looks at me, confusion in his eyes. “What is it?”
My vision blurs for a moment as more tears roll down my face, and I force the words out of my mouth.
“I want you,” I tell him. “I don’t u-understand. I’m terrified, I’m crying…I should want to scream, yell, curl up into a ball, anything , but instead, all I want is you close to me.”
Dante grips my waist again. “Oh, baby boy,” he whispers. “I’ll give you anything you need.”
“I want to feel. I want to f-feel something else. Not this…pain. This confusion. I need to feel you,” I say to him in a cry, and pull myself closer to him until I’m in his lap. “Please help me, Dante.”
“What do you want?” he asks me. “Do you want me to take control?”
I nod through my tears, clinging to him. I’ve never felt this way before, as though the only thing that can comfort me is this man stripping me naked and cleansing me with his body.
“Please, do whatever you want with me. Take me. I n-need you to make it better, please,” I beg him.
Dante grabs me by the hips and pulls me onto his lap more firmly before turning and pinning me down on the couch with his body.
“I’ll make it all better, baby,” he growls, and leans down. I feel his tongue lick my face, tasting my tears, and it sends a thrill through me.
“But you’re gonna feel,” he insists. “You’re gonna feel everything for me, aren’t you?”
I whimper as he pushes my thighs apart and rests between them. My cock is already hard, something I wasn’t fully aware of until this moment. My thighs quiver as Dante slides a hand up my shirt. His big, warm hand strokes my chest.
“Feel what?” I ask him.
“Everything. I want you to let it all out,” he insists. “If it’s too much, for any reason, you say ‘peaches,’ okay?”
I realize he’s giving me a safe word, something I have no personal experience with. Jokes friends have made about me being submissive to Lena cross my mind. The erotic content I’ve seen and read throughout my life suddenly makes more sense, because I’m no longer imagining it with a girl.
“Y-Yes,” I agree.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Peaches,” I confirm.
A second later Dante yanks my shirt and my sweater off over my head, leaving my torso bare to him. He dives down and kisses across my chest, his lips hot and wet. I moan, and my back arches as my pulse races.
There’s not a single ounce of fear about Dante in this moment, only the heavy emotion of almost dying and the needy, horny, frustrated feeling that aches inside me.
Dante wastes no time before licking one of my nipples. I feel something I never noticed before—a tongue piercing. The cold metal combined with the wet warmth of his tongue makes my cock twitch as he flicks his tongue along my nipple.
I gasp as he plays with it, and find myself grinding my hips up against his. I can feel that he’s hard through his jeans.
“Stop moving,” Dante rumbles against my wet nipple. “Only move when I tell you too.”
His hands hold my hips down, and I whine in frustration.
Heat takes over my entire body, flushing my thighs, my face, my neck, and my chest. My dick feels harder than it’s ever been in my entire life, and we’ve barely done anything yet.
“W-When…we kissed. After,” I start to tell him, “When I got back to my apartment, I jacked off thinking about you.” I’m not sure why I tell him this. The words just come out.
Dante groans as he takes my nipple in his teeth and pulls at it for a second. I gasp, and my hands fly up to grab at the back of his hair, tangling in it.
He lets go of my nipple and then laps at it a few times.
“Did you come for me?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. “Did you come moaning my name?”
Everything is starting to go fuzzy. I can’t even think about being embarrassed right now.
“Y-Yes,” I admit.
Dante grabs my hands from his hair and then pins them above my head.
“How did it feel? Did you feel scared realizing you want me?” he asks, shifting so that he’s looking at my face.
My breath catches in my throat. “Yes,” I reply. “I’ve n-never felt this way before.” A few more tears drip out of the corner of my eye.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Let me see your tears. Let me taste them. Let yourself feel.”
My lips tremble again. “I want you so bad,” I choke out. “It’s so much. Everything is so much right now.”
Dante licks my tears from my face again, and then grinds down against me. My cock throbs, and I struggle not to rock up against him.
“Tell me, puppy,” he demands. “Let it out.”
I grunt and squeeze my eyes closed as more blood rushes to my groin. Even my asshole is tight right now, pulsing with my heartbeat.
“Fuck, God…I might be gay, and I almost died!” I blurt out. Tears are pouring down my face. “I’m gay…I…I’m really fucking gay, and this whole time I didn’t want to admit it, and now my fucking car exploded! My car! You…you saved me and…” I’m nearly sobbing now.
I feel Dante kissing and licking at my face as one of his hands slides along my chest, pressing near my heart.
“That’s it,” he croons as his mouth slides down to my ear. “I’ll make it all better.”
“P-Please!” I gasp. “I need you.”
Dante doesn’t question why. He doesn’t shy away from my blubbering face, nor does he think I’m disgusting in this moment.
Somehow, each thing he does is perfect. His lips kiss my ear and his hand slides to my neck. He applies just enough pressure that it’s calming in a way that’s surreal.
I realize in this moment that I’ve thought of this before—dreamed of it, tamped down the desire even in unconsciousness.
I gasp in pleasure as more tears roll down my face and Dante kisses every single one of them away.
It’s such a passionate gesture that I’ve never felt before. It’s juxtaposed by the way he holds me down, rough and hasty. His hand still pins both of my own above my head. Everything about this moment is primal and hot.
“Please…I need you,” I beg him.
Dante groans and slides his hand down from my neck. I feel every single movement of his hand on my body as he moves it down to my stomach. My cock is so incredibly hard as he shoves his hand into my jeans and boxers.
“You need me, baby?” His voice rumbles close to my ear.
I can’t help but rock my hips up against his hand as he touches my bare dick. I’m already dripping precum.
“Oh God, yes…fuck…I-I’m sorry,” I tell him, feeling a rush of embarrassment about being so easily turned on and so close already.
Dante suddenly slides his hand up off my length and unzips my jeans, tugging them down.
I squirm underneath him, and he lets go of my wrists.
“Don’t you ever apologize for this,” he growls. His hand wraps around my cock and starts to stroke me roughly.
“Ah!” I slap my now-free hand over my mouth. A second later Dante uses his other hand to grab mine and yank it off my mouth.
“Let me fucking hear you. Don’t cover your mouth,” he demands.
I want to do what he says. Some deeply buried part of me springs into action, and all I want to do is please him while he pleases me.
So I let him hear me.
“Please, fuck! Dante!” I try not to fuck his hand, but it’s so difficult. “I-I need to m-move, please.”
“Poor boy,” Dante grunts, and removes his hand from my dick.
I’m disappointed, but only for a split second, until I realize what he’s doing.
Dante strips his own jeans and boxers off quickly. I don’t have time to see what he looks like naked.
To process that I’m having sex with a man.
All I can do is reach for him. I slide my hands under his jacket and push it off his shoulders, then his shirt. He has to help me yank it off over his head, revealing his broad shoulders and his muscular body—soft but strong, and covered in tattoos.
“Oh my God,” I gasp as I run my hands along his bare shoulders. They’re quickly displaced as Dante takes my own shirt and sweater off. All of our clothing is a messy frenzy flung over the couch.
“I told you I was gonna claim you,” Dante reminds me as he lies down on top of me. His cock slides against mine, and I whimper out a moan so desperate it’s hard to believe it came from me. “Move with me, baby. Let me feel how much you want me.”
“Dante,” is all I can say before he captures my mouth with his own.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and one of my legs around his hip.
Despite having never done this before, it all seems to come naturally.
I pant for breath as I grind and buck my hips up against Dante’s now that he’s given me permission. Our dicks slide and pulse against each other. His is slightly thicker than mine, but it feels just the same—hard, hot, and wet.
His lips move against mine, warm and perfect. I kiss him back fervently, in a way I’ve never done before. The taste of his mouth is just as I remember, and now that I’m kissing him, I never want to stop.
My fingers tangle in the back of his hair, and I hear him moan as my nails scrape his scalp.
His hands push at my hips, his own fingers holding me so tightly that it almost hurts, and I like it.
Dante licks into my mouth, his tongue swirling around mine, and I let him take the lead. Saliva starts to drip from the corners of my lips.
My entire body is flushed hot, and sweat gathers at my hairline and the contours of my body.
Just as I’m about to attempt to deepen the kiss even further, Dante pulls back.
His tongue slides out of my mouth, and he licks my lips before licking all the way down my jawline to my neck.
“Fuck, puppy…I’ve wanted this since I first saw you,” he tells me.
All I can do is moan and grunt in response as I roll my hips against his haphazardly. I’m desperate for more friction.
Dante pushes down harder against me, rubbing his length against mine with even more vigor.
My hand that isn’t in his hair slides down to his neck, then his back, and I hold on to one of his shoulder blades, digging my nails into his skin.
“Fuck!” he grunts, and starts to thrust down against me harder, faster.
His grip on me grows tighter, and his mouth hovers above my neck.
“Mark me!” I choke out. I remember him telling me he would. At least, I think he told me that. Or is that simply another thing I’ve been denying myself?
It doesn’t matter.
Dante wastes no time.
I cry out as his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck. It’s not hard enough to draw blood, but there’s a twisted part of me that wonders what that would feel like.
The tears from earlier have mostly dried, and are now mixed with sweat.
The emotion in the room is a thick fog of lust and desire, but a sense of fear still lingers.
With every thrust that brings our weeping cocks together, and every scratch that my nails carve into Dante’s back, I’m incredibly aware that this man saved my life—a life that I’m living here, with him, in this raw, animalistic moment.
“Dante, fuck…oh God, fuck me!” I grip his hair and back tighter, my nails scraping into his skin, and at the same time his tongue laps at the bite on my neck.
“Please…please…I’m yours, please,” I blubber almost incoherently as the pressure of orgasm builds up higher inside of me. My balls clench and my thighs squeeze up against him.
He bites me again. This time it’s over for me, almost as quickly as it started.
As Dante draws my skin into his mouth and bites down, clamping his teeth on me, I come over my stomach and his.
Hot, sticky fluid covers our skin, dripping down my cock. All the air in my lungs disappears, and I go rigid before my hips tremble.
The pleasure is intoxicating. It’s so dizzying that I can’t hear anything for a few seconds. Nothing exists except the euphoria.
As I fade back into reality, I feel Dante’s tongue licking over the tender spots where he bit me.
“Such a good boy,” he rumbles. His voice is shaky, and he’s still humping me. I realize he hasn’t come yet. He let me first.
“Mouth,” I whisper.
“What, puppy?” he asks me.
“Mouth, take my mouth.”
I have no idea where that came from.
And I don’t care.
Dante groans as he slides up my body until his throbbing cock is at my face. It’s wet with his precum and my cum.
Despite everything I ever knew about myself before now, I’m not fazed by the idea of tasting my own cum on his dick.
I start to lift my head up, but his hand slides into my hair and holds me down.
Dante slides his cock into my mouth, and I instinctively make use of my tongue.
“Ahh, fuck, just like that,” he moans. The praise sends a shiver down my spine.
My body feels like a puddle. I can hardly move.
Still, I moan and slobber around his length as he fucks my mouth and then presses harder until the length of him slides down my throat.
Heat starts to build in my groin again, but I ignore it. My only focus is how Dante’s dick pulses against my tongue, and the way it feels when my throat opens to take him.
The couch creaks and groans underneath us.
My hands, having fallen to my sides, feel heavy, but I manage to lift them and hold on to the backs of his thighs.
Dante’s balls slap my chin as he thrusts into my mouth, and I feel them tense just before he comes while pulling out of me.
Salty cum fills my mouth in several loads, and I swallow it down around his cock while listening to him gasp and sputter.
My scalp hurts from how hard he’s pulling at my hair, but it tingles, too.
Finally, he relaxes and pulls himself out of my mouth.
Saliva drips down my chin and I just lay there limply, feeling as though I’m floating on a cloud.
Dante falls back to the other end of the couch, but only stays there a moment.
My eyes fall closed, and I feel him lie on top of me again. He licks my chin and lips.
“You’re mine, Ethan,” he whispers to me, breathless.
My fingers slide along the sides of his hips and waist; I’m unable to lift my arms much more.
“I’m yours.”