19. Nineteen
Nineteen
Z ak
By the time I woke up, the sun was already streaming through my window. I was alone in the bed and wondered if the previous night had been a dream. Then I smelled Dante and Morgan's scents on the pillows next to me. I pulled them close and inhaled deeply. Just the smell of them was enough to make me hard.
I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts, and went to find them. But half way down the steps, I remembered Morgan had to work today and was probably already gone. Dante was in his usual seat on the deck, drinking his morning coffee. After greeting him with a kiss on the cheek, I let my hand linger on his bare chest. “Last night was amazing.”
“Yes it was, and thanks to the doc, I have today off. Any ideas on how we should spend it?”
I had plenty of ideas, most of which involved us being naked. But instead of sharing them, I asked, “How was she this morning?”
“Fine, I guess. I was still half asleep when she left.”
“I hope we didn't freak her out.”
“I don’t think we have to worry about that.” He chuckled. “Did you notice how turned on she got while you were sucking my dick?”
“Not really. Your cock at the back of my throat made it difficult to focus on anything else.”
“And you handled it like a champ,” he smirked. “Swallowing the entire load. Are you sure it was your first time?”
“Yes. It was my first time.” I blushed, then licked my lips. “But it won’t be my last.”
“So you’re okay with everything that happened last night?”
“The whole yes sir, good girl thing kind of caught me off guard,” I admitted. “I’ve never thought of Morgan as the submissive type. Is she like that with you all the time?”
“No, and it would get boring if she was.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Her job requires her to always be in control. I think having someone else tell her what to do once in a while helps her relax. But it only works when we are in bed. Otherwise, it just pisses her off.”
“So you just do it for her benefit?” I asked skeptically.
“Mostly, but every time she calls me Sir, my dick gets a little harder.” We both laughed. “Other than that, are you okay with everything else that happened?”
I didn't know if he meant the things he and I had done, or the things he and Morgan had done while I watched. But it did not matter, because everything about the night had been fabulous. Finally, admitting my feelings for Dante and having Morgan accept my bisexuality was like having an enormous weight lifted off my chest. The sex, as incredible as it had been, was secondary to the intense emotions I experienced. I could not wait for the three of us to build a life together. “Did she mention anything about coming over tonight?”
“Like I said, I was asleep when she left.” The question seemed to irritate him, and I wondered if he was jealous.
“No big deal,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “If she does, she does. If she doesn't, it'll just give us the opportunity to make up for lost time.”
He stood and walked to the sliding door that led into the kitchen. Before stepping into the house, he stripped off his shorts. “I am going to take a shower. You should join me.”
“Yes Sir,” I replied, trying to be funny. But if I was joking, why was I so darn hard? I quickly followed him into the house.
Dante was seated on the edge of his bed. From between his thighs, I reached up and brushed a lock of thick, dark hair from his face. It was still damp. His lips found mine and kissed me hard. I moaned, unable to get enough of the way he dominated me with his mouth. It was easy to understand why the normally confident Morgan allowed herself to submit to him.
He pushed my shoulders back and stared, as if seeing me for the first time, which was silly. We had been roommates for almost a year. But when I looked into his intense dark eyes, I realized the difference, because I felt it too. After months of waiting, I finally was his, and he was mine. I licked my lips and reached between his legs. His growl stopped me dead. “Don’t use your hands, only your mouth.”
Dropping my hands to my knees, I licked his balls. Apparently, the no hands rule only applied to me. He gripped the back of my head and languidly guided me up the length of his heavily veined shaft. By the time my lips reached the tip, it was already leaking precum.
Mouth open wide, I took as much of him as I could without choking. When I flicked my tongue over the silky flesh of his underside, he grew even harder. It filled me with pride, to know I had that kind of effect on him.
Although we had just showered, the deep musky odor of his arousal filled by nostrils. I strained to take him deeper, wanting every inch of him to fill my mouth. My soft moan made him twitch. Eager to feel it again, I moaned louder. The third time I did it, he pulled free of my mouth with a loud pop. “That's enough,” he growled, and slid back on the bed.
“Get up here.” I stood and scrambled to do as I was told. When I reached for his cock, still slick with saliva, he stopped me again. “You're going to want more than a bit of spit on it if you’re serious about taking me in your ass.”
I assured him I'd never been more serious about anything in my life. “There is a fresh bottle of lube in the top drawer of the nightstand. Bring it to me.” I rolled to the edge of the bed and quickly found what I was looking for and gave it to Dante.
He removed the plastic packaging and smiled at me. “I bought this months ago, knowing you couldn't resist me forever.”
“You’ve always had a high opinion of yourself.”
“True, but look at where we are now.” He flashed that irritating smirk of his.
“Shut up and kiss me.” Instead, he opened the bottle and applied several drops of the silky liquid to the tips of each of his fingers.
“I thought you were going to fuck me, not jerk me off. I could do that myself.”
“Trust me, you'll enjoy the experience a whole lot more if you're stretched out first.” Realizing how little I actually knew about such things, I felt lucky to have such a caring partner for my first time. Then he put a meaty hand on my chest and pushed me back against the headboard.
Kneeling between my knees, he teased my cock with his own. Then wrapped both of us in his slickened hand and jerked up and down. When I started moaning loudly, he stopped.
“Roll on your belly.” My cock twitched, and I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from whimpering, ‘Yes, Sir.’
My heart raced. Both nervous and giddy knowing I was about to have his cock in my ass. But instead of spreading my cheeks as I expected him to, Dante kissed the back of my neck. And then my shoulders, slowly moving downward with every touch of his lips. Only when he reached the lumbar portion of my spine did he stop to lick the hollow formed by my obliques. It surprised me to realize my big, tough cop of a roommate could also be very tender. And then he shoved a finger in my ass.
I yelped. “Whoa, a little warning would have been nice.”
“I didn’t want you to tense up,” he said, moving his finger in and out. “How does that feel?”
“Nice,” I moaned. So nice that my hips raised off the bed and thrust backwards against his hand. Soon I was begging for another finger.
By the time he added a third, things were getting a little snug in there. Sensing my discomfort, Dante drizzled lube between my cheeks. As it ran down my crack, he slowly twisted his hand back and forth. “Keep that up and you are going to make me cum.”
“Good, that means you’re ready to be fucked,” he said, withdrawing his fingers. I gave out a small whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “Now roll onto your back.”
“I didn’t know gay sex involved so much turning over,” I grumbled, despite my eagerness to have him inside of me.
He had his cock pressed against my no longer too tight hole, but was hesitating. “Hey man, if you're worried about consent, I want this. I don't know how to make it any clearer.”
“It's not that.” His voice had a quality I had never heard before. Was it reverence? But his next words were those of the same irreverent Dante I knew and loved. “I’ve fantasized about this for so long and now it's actually going to happen. I want to savor every moment so I can remember the day I claimed your virgin ass.”
“Don't make it weird.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward.
There was more discomfort than I expected, but I wanted it too badly to stop. Spreading my legs, I gripped my butt cheeks and pulled them further apart. Dante pushed deeper, and I had a moment of panic when I felt something pop.
But then he brushed against my prostate, and my dick danced like a sailboat in a hurricane. Every cell in my body begged for more. I wanted to touch myself, but knew if I did, the party would be over too quickly.
I gripped his thighs and urged him to slow down. He ignored my pleas and thrust more rapidly. “Seriously stop, I don't want to come yet.”
Dante pulled back and wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock. His hand was like a vise squeezing me for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only three or four seconds.
“Are you okay now?” he asked. I was anything but okay. At least the feeling I was about to come had subsided. I nodded.
“If you feel yourself getting close again, just reach down and give yourself a tight squeeze.”
“Where did you learn that?”
“I know all kinds of tricks.” He grinned. “It’s why I’m able to fuck for hours.” I shivered and guided him back into me, a little terrified at how badly I needed his cock.
It was all new to me, and everything about that day was amazing. I lost all track of time. Dante had been right. He knew a wide variety of tricks and used them countless times to bring me to the brink of climax before easing me back down. After pounding my ass for a while, he would slow his hips, wrap a hand behind my neck and kiss me long and gentle, before returning to fucking me hard. I had never screwed for so long without orgasming, but rather than being frustrated, I felt invigorated.
Dante shifted his hips, changing the angle of his cock. My body spasmed in response to another new sensation. I reached down and grabbed my shaft the way he had taught me, but I was a split second too late.
Covered in my own cum, I looked up to apologize. Dante had his eyes closed, and his cock in his hand, jerking it furiously. The first thread landed in the center of my chest before he corrected his aim. When he had pumped himself dry, I asked why he had pulled out. “I wanted to feel you come in my ass.”
“You will. I promise; next time. But I wanted to see how your pretty cock would look covered in my seed.” I looked between my thighs and had to admit he had painted a beautiful picture. I ran a finger through his warmth and then stuck it in my mouth. Creamy and salty. Two of my new favorite things.
It was nearly five o'clock before either of us checked our phones. We had spent the entire day sucking and screwing, only getting out of bed for nourishment, to use the bathroom and let Oliver out.”
“Nothing from Morgan,” I said. “How about you?”
“Same, nothing.”
“I would think if she planned on stopping by after work, she would let one of us know.”
“Probably.” He agreed. “But even if she does, I’m not sure I have the energy.”
I felt the same way. But it would still be nice to see her. I sent a text and then hopped in the shower. At seven, when I had not heard from her, I suggested to Dante; we take Oliver for a walk down by the breakwall and grab something to eat at Gabby’s.