Chapter 11 #2
“Hey, you asked!”
Dante smacks my ass again, and I’m unable to hide the moan that escapes my throat. I hold onto him tighter.
“Your turn,” I demand.
“Nope, still yours. Tell me your favorites.”
“Favorite what?” I ask in return.
Dante spanks me again, and this time it really stings. My ass cheek tingles.
“Color, flower, season…anything, baby. Come on.”
I can’t help but laugh breathlessly. I push my ass back against his hand, and he pulls the leg of my boxers up to reveal my bare ass cheek.
“Gold, lavender, autumn…” I stutter as Dante squeezes my ass tightly.
I hear him moan softly as I dig my fingers into his skin harder, then slide them to his lower back and up to his shoulder blade.
“Blue, lilies, fall,” he whispers in return.
“Then we do have something in common,” I mumble sassily.
Just as I hoped, he lets go of my ass and then smacks it again, this time bare skin to skin.
I press my mouth against his shoulder to try to muffle the whimper that comes out of it.
Dante yanks my head up by the back of my hair.
“Let me hear you,” he demands roughly.
I exhale shakily. “Tell me what to say.”
“Anything, Ethan. I just want to hear your sexy voice.”
My dick twitches at his words, and I push myself harder against him.
“Me, sexy? You’re like a fucking god.”
Dante grabs my ass and then pushes me over until he’s on top of me, pressing his clothed, hard cock against my own and forcing one of my knees to the side and up.
“God? Fuck, no,” he growls. “I’m the demon who haunts people, and you’re an angel who’s fallen right into my lap.”
I can’t help but laugh breathlessly. “Angel? I thought I was a puppy.”
He grinds down against me, causing my eyelids to flutter as I lean my head back, closing them.
“You’re everything—angel, puppy, Ethan, baby boy,” he husks, and begins to tug my sweater and shirt over my head and off my arms.
He tosses them to the side, and I wrap my arms around his broad, scarred back. I brush my fingers along his scars slowly, feeling the raised, jagged skin.
“I should call you something,” I whisper back.
“Call me anything you want.” He starts to kiss all over my neck and shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses on my skin.
I groan and grip his back, curling my fingers into his skin.
“I think you’re…like a crow,” I whisper.
Dante smirks against my neck. “Crow. I like that.”
“My crow, and my master,” I breathe out, head fuzzy and body blazing hot as I rub my dick and hips against his own.
I hear Dante growl and feel his breath against my shoulder.
I start to rub his back with my other hand. “Tell me about you,” I insist. “I saw your books.”
“Mm, books?” he asks, clearly distracted, and I don’t blame him.
I wrap one of my legs around his hip slowly, because it feels comfortable. I find that I want him as close as possible.
“Your bookcase. I-I saw historical books. Mysteries, and something else, I’m not familiar.” I glide my fingers down to his boxers and slide them into the waistband.
“How the fuck can you think about books right now?” he asks as he starts to kiss up my jawline. His hands push down on my hips, pinning me to the bed.
“Just answer me,” I plead. I’m not sure why I care. I could easily be getting plowed right now, but instead I’m asking questions. “I want to know you, Dante.”
Dante grunts as his hips twitch against mine. “They’re medical journals.”
I blink, so taken aback that I’m pulled out of the moment for a second. That is, until Dante bites my shoulder and sucks at the skin.
I gasp and arch up against him, my cock throbbing almost painfully.
“M-Medical?” I ask. “You like watching…medical dramas, and reading medical journals?”
He grunts as he lets go of my skin, no doubt leaving behind a dark hickey scattered among the others I’ll have to continue hiding at school.
“Mhm,” he hums. “They’re interesting.”
I slowly scratch his lower back, curious now. My attention is caught between extreme arousal and wanting to know more about this side of him.
“The actual medical work, or the anatomical, bloody stuff?” I ask, struggling to stay focused as he starts grinding his hips down against me more purposefully.
“Ah…” I gasp. My own boxers have slid halfway down my ass and hips, leaving my dick partially exposed.
“Both,” he says with a grunt against the side of my face.
I chuckle breathlessly. “Maybe you should be in med school instead of studying business.”
Dante scoffs. “Yeah, right.”
I’m about to tell him that I’m serious, if he’s really interested in that kind of thing—but then he’s kissing me. He licks into my mouth and I quickly return the gesture. His hands grip me tightly, his body weight heavy and hot on top of mine.
I quickly lose sight of learning more about him as he claims my mouth with his and dry humps me with even more strength than the last time.
All the blood in my body has pooled in my groin. My hard cock is already dripping with precum, and I’m prepared for a quick and simple session of grinding against each other until we come, or perhaps until I come and he shoves his dick in my mouth again. My mouth waters just thinking about it.
It’s only a minute later that Dante breaks the kiss, breathing heavily.
“I wanna eat your ass, Ethan,” he tells me.
I open my eyes and look at him with surprise, my face red and hot, sweat already glistening on my body.
His hair is slightly damp as it hangs down below his forehead.
His naked chest and shoulders shimmer. The intensity of his gaze in the moonlight only makes me tremble with an amount of sexual need I’ve never felt before.
“I-I’ve never…done that before,” I admit, though I doubt he’s surprised.
“I know. I’ll take care of you, angel,” Dante murmurs. “Let me eat your perfect fucking ass out?” He slides one of his hands down to my half-uncovered ass and squeezes it.
My asshole flutters in anticipation, and I nod quickly.
“Say it,” he orders.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
Dante moves quickly as he slides off me, pulls my boxers off completely, and grabs my hips.
“Roll over, baby. Let me see you.”
He helps me roll over. The next thing I know a pillow is shoved under my hips, trapping my weeping cock between it and my body.