21. Dante
21
DANTE
Dante
A s the night wore on, Nina drank more flutes of champagne. She picked them off the servers’ trays more often than what I could count.
“She’s probably drinking as much as she can because she can’t afford it on her own, right?” Eva asked with more snark than what was necessary.
I faced her slowly, letting her see the disappointment on my face. I'd raised her better than that. She grew up with the expectation of falling in line and behaving like a Mafia princess, but that judgmental bullshit was uncalled for.
She had the grace to lower her gaze and appear ashamed for speaking like that, but she didn’t take back her words or apologize.
We spoke off to the side, Eva, Franco, and I, while Romeo and Nina remained a few feet away, looking at an option in the silent auction. I didn’t give a shit about any of the choices. I preferred to sink a heavy check with a lot of zeros on it to cover my need to donate to a good cause.
“Or she’s just wanting to enjoy the evening,” Franco reasoned with Eva.
Nina had seemed like she was having a good time—before Vanessa spoke to us.
Actually, that wasn’t true. Nina took that woman’s sass and harsh attitude in stride. It was only after, when Nina and I sat down to talk, that Nina’s mood changed. While she wasn’t aloof like before, she seemed dejected. Defeated. And quickly trying to cover it or numb it with alcohol. I may not have had her in my house for very long, but I was proud of how quickly I’d come to recognize her tells and read her so well.
Regardless of why she wanted to imbibe, she remained as alluring and beautiful as ever. She wasn’t a sloppy drunk, but she was sexy, forced to be happier and definitely quicker to be aroused.
She was handsy, all over me, and I loved every fucking second of her sensual attention. Her kisses made me hard. Her lopsided smiles hit me in the heart. And she wasn’t on the verge of passing out or tripping over her own feet. She was still in control of herself.
Enough that if I pulled her aside, she would likely unleash all of her desire on me.
And I’d welcome it all.
Through the crowds, I caught a glimpse of Vanessa watching Nina. She had her beaded glare locked on my woman as she spoke with Romeo. Jealousy was evident in her gaze. I didn’t like it, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d be patient for her to adjust to the visual proof that I was taken. Nina might still think it was supposed to be fake, but she’d know otherwise by the end of the night that what we shared was genuine and ran deeper than lust.
I approached her, eager to revel in the proximity of her warm, soft body at my side again.
“I need to borrow Nina for a moment,” I told my son. I directed my comment to him as I took her hand, but I couldn’t look away from her smiling, sweet face as I guided her away from the silent auction area.
“Borrow?” Romeo taunted.
“Yeah,” Nina joked playfully, twining our fingers together tighter as she followed me. “Borrow me for what?”
“It’s typically a saying,” I replied as I led her up the stairs. She reached low to bunch up her dress to make her climb easier and smoother. If I were any further in this spell of desire, I’d haul her over my shoulder and spirit her away.
“But right now, I’d like to borrow you for a demonstration.”
“Oh?” Her eyes glittered with intoxication and desire.
“Yes. I want you to be my audience.”
“Hmm.” She looked me up and down. I suffered a unique sense of tunnel vision where she was concerned. When I stared at her, feeling so lucky that we’d ever run into each other like we had, the rest of the world faded away. The chandeliers dripping light down from the vaulted ceilings. The din of hundreds of people speaking over the classical music playing. Nothing registered but the warmth of her hand in mine and her heated gaze on me.
“Your audience to what?” she asked, then licked her lips.
“How badly I want to fuck you.”
She smiled wider but trapped her lower lip between her teeth in that telltale way that signaled she was tempted.
“I can only watch?” she teased as we reached the second floor.
I picked up my speed, rushing her along the carpeted corridor. An empty room would be ideal, but this was an ancient recreational and gathering venue, not a residence. I scanned this second floor perimeter, taking in the lack of corners and shadowed alcoves. There had to be a secret spot somewhere up here, but I didn’t want to outright run and risk her tripping to keep up.
“No,” I replied as curtains swung in a slight breeze. With the summer heat, it made sense that the venue staff would’ve opened the doors to the balconies lining the upper walls. I led Nina toward one, urging her to step past the navy velvet of the curtains that blocked the narrow balcony space. Underfoot was cement. A carved railing prevented anyone from falling. And as luck would have it, a single small serving table stood out here.
“You’re going to help.” I spun her toward the table, setting her ass on the surface. After I crushed my lips over hers and rucked up her dress, she caught on to what I had in mind and framed my face. Her sexy mewls and moans made me harder, and as she sucked on my tongue and widened her legs further apart so I could step between them, I knew she wasn’t too wasted to figure this out.
The sweet, fruity hints of champagne lingered on her tongue and on her lips. I explored, stealing her taste and demanding that she open up more.
“How…” She panted once I moved my mouth toward her neck. “How can I help?”
“Get my dick out. Right now.”
She whimpered as I wrenched the top of her dress low. The fabric ripped a bit, but it was still intact. That black material was now cinched below her breasts, though, shoving them upward so I could suckle and nip at her soft, bare flesh.
“Dante!” She cried out as I sucked hard on one stiff nipple.
“Scream my name. Be my good girl and scream my fucking name.”
She whined, frowning at me as the lust seemed to reach a high. Her fingers were slow and clumsy on my zipper, and I thrust into her hand to remind her of what I'd ordered her to do.
“Anyone could hear,” she argued weakly.
“Let them all hear.”
Her eyes shone from the thrill of what I said. With the soft glow of the lights behind me as I held her on the table out under the night sky, she nodded.
“I want everyone to see what you do to me.” I alternated my attention between her breasts. With my tongue, teeth, and lips, I tormented her and wetted her tits until I had to growl at the need to fuck her.
“I want everyone to hear you screaming my fucking name as I pound your pussy.”
She succeeded at last, unzipping me and pushing my pants and boxers low enough for my dick to spring out. “You can have me, Dante. Take me.” Finishing her bold words that she might not remember later when she was hung over and more sober, she kissed me hard.
I groaned into her mouth as I forced her dress higher. As I shoved my hands up along her soft thighs, she scooted toward the very edge of the table and widened her legs.
“What a waste,” I mocked of her panties. It wasn’t a thong, but so gauzy and thin that I wondered why she'd bothered. One twist of my fingers on it snapped the bands.
I tucked my arms under her knees, and she gasped as I tilted her back more.
Her hands slammed onto the railing, but she wasn’t close to falling over.
“Dante.” Her eyes opened wider. At this lower, slanted angle, more light from behind me spilled over her sexy, lusty face. “Anyone could walk by and see.”
I grinned, flipping her dress up higher. I wasn’t sure I’d agree with her assessment. She was drunker, and at her almost lying flat on the table, she wasn’t aware of the curtain that mostly shielded us. Down below, many people walked freely on the sidewalk. Any of them would see if they looked up.
“I guess that depends on how loud you are,” I teased.
“ Oh ,” she moaned as I lined my dick up with her dripping pussy. Rubbing it back and forth, I smeared her juices over her entrance. She was so aroused, so ready to let me in that the slick cream coated my fingers. I switched my hands, spreading her stickiness in quick circles of a rub around her nipples. After I backed up my dick and notched the head of my needy cock at her cunt, I leaned over and licked them clean.
Writhing and squirming, she tried to lock her legs on my arms and pull me into her.
“Delicious, Nina. Such a good girl for me.” I slid two fingers into her pussy and brought them up to lick them clean.
Once more, I fingered her and earned her sexy groan. Then I leaned forward to press those wet fingertips to her mouth.
Her lids lowered as I bumped her pussy with my cock again. She opened her mouth and sucked my fingers in, tasting herself. And that was when I slid all the way in until I was seated deep inside her tight heat.
Her moan rumbled over my fingers and hand. The vibration of her hum was paired with her suction, hollowing her cheeks as she tugged my fingers in deeper. I pulled back out to slam in harder. The force of my deep thrust made her tits jiggle, bouncing with every one of my hard pushes into her.
Footsteps sounded behind me. They weren’t in sync with the scrapes of the table's legs over the concrete floor. Nina’s eyes opened wide as I slowed down my thrusts. Deep inside her, I stayed as still as possible. I maintained the stretch of her hot pussy walls.
I locked my gaze on hers. “Quiet,” I ordered softly.
She opened her eyes wider, keeping her lips wrapped around my fingers. Straining to breathe with her mouth full, her nostrils flaring, she looked up at me with shock and nervousness in her tight expression.
“Where did they go?” one man asked behind me.
“I thought I saw them come up here somewhere,” another guy replied.
If they were looking for me and Nina, all they had to do was pull the curtain further aside.
I didn’t recognize their voices. With my dick deep in Nina, my fingers jammed into her mouth, I strained to listen to what they would say.