Chapter 12
DANTE
I t doesn’t matter that it’s three or four o’clock in the fucking morning, not as I look down at Ethan’s perfect, juicy ass underneath me. It’s small but round and soft, his thighs just plump enough that they press together as he lies on his stomach with a pillow tucked underneath him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I growl at him.
I slide my hands down his ass as I lean down to it.
I waste no time pressing my lips to the cheek that’s red from my spanking.
As if my cock wasn’t hard enough, Ethan moans as I drag my lips along his ass cheek.
I lick his skin and then suck it into my mouth, flicking my tongue and biting down.
I suck and hum as I mark him in this spot that no one else will see. Only the two of us will know it’s here.
Saliva drips from my lips as I let his flesh go from my mouth.
“You like feeling your master marking you?” I grab his ass with my hands and part it, revealing his tight asshole.
Ethan gasps. “Y-Yes, fuck yes.”
My mouth waters and I lean down with no hesitation. I lick along his hole in one long swipe and it quivers underneath me. The sweaty taste of his ass makes me groan, and I dive in deeper.
He starts to moan louder against the bed as I swirl my tongue around his sensitive hole, the tight ring of muscle relaxing and clenching with each movement of my tongue.
I don’t think about what I’m doing, I just do it. I taste him, claim him, devour him intensely and grip his ass cheeks and hips while I’m doing it. He pushes up against me with his ass and thighs as I eat him out, and it only makes my cock harder underneath me.
But I barely pay attention to my own physical pleasure. All I care about right now is getting Ethan off until he’s a limp puddle on my bed.
I’ve never been so focused on a guy before. I’ve always been so focused on my own dick, but not now. Not with him.
I work my tongue into his asshole quick and sloppy, curling my tongue up and hoping that I can reach that special spot inside. When I do, I moan, letting the vibrations fill him.
“Oh my God! Fuck, Dante!” Ethan rocks his hips up against my face as hard as he can with my hands pinning him down. It’s enough to stuff my face deeper into his ass, and I groan as I dig my fingers harder into his skin.
I can feel him pulse around my tongue and against my face. The hot smell of sex, of Ethan, completely overtakes my senses.
There’s so much I wanna do to him. I want to pound him into my bed. I want to spank him until his ass is so red that it hurts to sit. I wanna wear his prostate out and listen to him scream as he dribbles with cum over and over until there’s nothing left.
That will have to wait.
“You taste so fucking good,” I moan against his ass as I pull my tongue out to take a breather.
Ethan whimpers, and I look up to see the sheets balled into his fists and his face all red and sweaty, his mouth hanging open.
“P-Please…please don’t stop.”
I growl as I tilt my head down and bite his ass cheek hard. He yelps but pushes his ass against me harder. I let go and see the imprint of my teeth there, and I lick it a couple times.
“You’re a slutty fucking angel, aren’t you?” I whisper just loud enough for him to hear me. “You want my tongue in your ass?”
He moans, pressing his face against the bed.
“Fucking say it,” I growl louder, and smack his ass before pinning him down again.
“Ah! Yes! I-I’m your fucking slut, eat m-my fucking ass!” Ethan barely gets the words out, but it’s all I need to hear.
I plunge my tongue back inside of him, fucking his ass with my tongue and sliding one of my hands down to fondle his balls and the base of his cock against the pillow.
My own dick is dripping precum underneath me, and I rock my hips against the bed out of habit, desperate for some friction even while my focus is on him.
I play with that sensitive flesh inside of his ass with my tongue, licking with the tip, pushing and prodding, circling.
My spit drips down my chin, and the dirty wet sounds of my sucking and licking are almost louder than Ethan’s pathetically sexy moans.
I feel his heartbeat quicken, and I know he’s close.
So I rub and squeeze at the underside of his balls and taint with my thumb just a bit harder.
My tongue-fucking gets even more sloppy and intense the closer he gets, and I find myself in a frenzy to get him off.
Suddenly, his hole quivers hard against my tongue and his whole body tenses. Ethan’s thighs squeeze together, his hips jerk, and he shivers hard underneath me. I hear him crying in pleasure into my bed and one of his hands.
I want to curse him out for covering his mouth, but I’m too lost in feeling the wave of his orgasm underneath me.
After a minute, Ethan’s body relaxes. I hear him panting for breath.
I slip my tongue out of his ass but lick his hole a few times before leaning up.
“Oh, Dante,” Ethan mumbles out with a soft little moan.
I lie down on top of him, over his back, with my hard, dripping cock against the back of his thighs.
“I fucking need you…fuck, Ethan…” I groan into the back of his neck.
My hips twitch as my dick rubs against his skin.
“T-Thighs…fuck…my thighs,” he whispers, and seems to use what strength he has left to press his ass and thighs up against me.
A shiver runs hard down my entire body. “What a good puppy,” I croon. “You want me to use your body?”
Ethan moans again, his face smooshed sideways against the bed. “Please…use me.”
I slide my hand underneath his hip, rubbing his soft dick, which is trapped between himself and the pillow, and feeling the wet cum there.
I wipe some of it up and bring it out, sliding that same hand underneath my own hips and shoving my fingers between his thighs, thrusting my fingers a few times.
Ethan gasps softly, his body sensitive. I can feel the goosebumps on his sweat-dampened skin.
I can’t wait anymore. I lift my hips up and slide my throbbing cock between his thighs, just below his ass cheeks, and start to fuck them.
I thrust my hips hard and fast, gasping as Ethan’s thigh muscles tense and relax around my dick.
“Ah, fuck baby…what a good boy. What a good puppy…” I ramble between moans and grunts.
I’ve never been a man to come so quickly that I can’t relish the experience, but with Ethan’s thighs pillowing my pulsing prick, my balls are already tightening.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, no!” I growl, not ready for it to end.
But it’s too late.
Ethan pushes his ass up a bit, causing his thighs to squeeze and slide against my cock.
“Master,” Ethan moans.
I lose it.
I pound myself into his thighs as I come, trembling as my dick weeps hot cum between his thighs. For a second, everything is fuzzy, and I’m not sure where I am.
Then my face is pressed against the back of Ethan’s shoulder, and my entire body is limp on top of his.
The room is quiet and humid as I lie there on top of him catching my breath, listening to him do the same.
Little moans and sounds escape us both as we settle, and my dick softens against the backs of his thighs and ass. Everything is sweaty, wet, nasty…perfect.
“There’s something within every genre of music that I like,” Ethan explains to me as he brushes his damp hair while sitting down on my bed wrapped in a towel. My eyes shift down his naked torso, along all of the darkening hickeys and bite marks I’ve left there.
“Mhm,” I hum, losing focus.
“Did you hear me?” he asks with a chuckle. “Or are you just ogling me?” He narrows his eyes, as if he isn’t aware of how irresistible he is and I’m committing some crime by looking at him.
“I heard ya,” I insist. “You like everything. Even country?”
Ethan rolls his eyes. “Yes. Let me guess, you don’t like country?”
I shrug. “I guess there are a few songs I like.”
“So you listen to classic rock and alternative, that’s obvious, but what else?” Ethan asks.
I stand up from the bed, still naked, and head to my dresser to grab some clothing. “Classical. I grew up with it.”
“Like Vivaldi or Mozart?”
As I turn around to look at him with clothing draped over my arm, he’s eyeing my naked body, his cheeks a bit red.
I smirk. “Still blushing at my ass when I’ve eaten yours?”
His blushing face turns into a crinkled, furrowed one. “Shut up.”
“Yes, like Vivaldi and Mozart. My mother was into Reichardt, though,” I mumble. A memory of sitting on her lap when I was a kid as she listened to music and hemmed pants pops into my mind.
I stare at the floor for a moment, until Ethan drags me back to the present.
“Reichardt?” he asks.
“Ah. Louise Reichardt. German composer, concert piano,” I tell him.
He smiles softly. “I don’t know much about classical music other than what’s mainstream. You don’t hear about many female composers,” he muses. “I wouldn’t expect you to…well, be very into that.”
I chuckle. “I’m not. She was. I like it, but what I know is all…memories.” A shadow of pain falls over me for a moment, causing my face to fall and my mood to darken. I don’t like it. I quickly turn toward the bathroom.
I hear footsteps behind me.
Ethan’s hand touches my bare shoulder. “What happened?” he asks. “To your mother?”
I pause, not turning around.
“Her name is—was—Caroline,” I say, a tightness in my chest.
It’s quiet, but his hand is still on my shoulder. I can’t even get the words “she’s dead” out of my mouth, even if that’s pretty fucking obvious.
“I gotta shower.” That’s all I say before I step forward, breaking free from his hold and disappearing into the bathroom.
I let the hot water and steam ease the tension out of my body for twenty minutes or so. By the time I step out, dry off, and pull on my boxers, I’m feeling pretty damn good knowing Ethan is still in my bedroom.
“So should we go for some coffee, breakfast maybe?” I suggest. “Before class.”
I look to the bed, but Ethan isn’t there.
For a split second panic flashes over me, until I see him standing by the window, dressed in his clothes from the night before and scrolling on his phone.