26. Nina
I stretched in bed, lazy and warm. I hadn’t slept that long and that well in so long, even since coming here and living in Dante’s house. The bed in the guest room was comfortable, but there was nothing better than sleeping in his arms.
After slapping my hand out and realizing I was alone, I sighed and closed my eyes again.
Was it all a dream? Did I hallucinate after all that champagne and fantasize about his saying he wanted to make it real and keep me in his life for good?
Surprisingly, I wasn’t hung over. I sobered up last night, and in the middle of the night, when I woke up and had to go to the restroom, I drank a full glass of water before returning to Dante, where he spooned me and held me close.
I knew we’d talked. I listened to him express his desire to make me his “real” girlfriend, but I was skeptical. It simply sounded too much like a fairytale to believe it. This guardedness couldn’t be healthy, but it was the result of how I’d grown up. It was the side effect of facing the trauma and dread of being lost to the MC men.
Before I could sit up and wonder what to do next after sleeping in so long, the door opened.
Dante entered, keeping the wooden panel open by pushing his fine ass against it. And what an ass. Clad in nothing but gray sweatpants, he was a thirst trap, all right. I lost the fight and stared at him, feasting my eyes on his chiseled torso, ripped arms, and cocky smile as he turned toward me.
“Hungry?”
I nodded, thinking of a more carnal sort of starving. I was hungry for him, all right, but it was also sweet of him to bring me breakfast in bed.
“Very hungry.”
He used his foot to kick the door shut, and he did it without causing anything on the tray in his hands to wobble. I smelled the coffee, but he’d surpassed that bare minimum of breakfast things. Two plates were covered by silver domes. A bowl of cut fruit slid a bit on the tray, but nothing fell. Nothing spilled.
Except maybe me. I was reminded of my naked status as my arousal began to slip from me. Pushing my thighs together, I did my best not to make a mess on the sheets. But this man just did it for me. The mere sight of him shirtless, those pants slung so low as to give me the visual of the cut lines dipping toward his groin. He turned me on just from breathing and being near.
“Hungry for what?” he challenged.
I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure of what his attention meant like this. Was I just a sex toy for him? A convenient woman to keep and fuck when he wanted?
Like that would be so terrible?
All I could do was go with the flow of it and ride this thrill for as long as I could.
A swift streak of naughtiness urged me to show him what I was hungry for. I wanted everything with him, to matter as more than a burden to protect. But right now, seeing him half naked and while I lie in his bed naked…
Bold, but a little nervous, I sat up and flung the covers off me. I slid one foot up the mattress, lifting my knee and giving him a peek of my pussy.
His gaze dropped. He stared and stared, not moving at all as he held the tray in place. “Hungry for what?” he asked again.
The material of his pants pushed up with his dick tenting them, and I parted my legs a little wider. “Hungry for you,” I replied, praying I looked sexy and confident, not needy and clueless.
“What are you doing, Nina?” he asked as he set the tray on the table near the bed.
“I was hoping I was seducing you.” A little self-deprecating laugh left my lips. “But I’m a novice at it all…”
He growled, staring at my entrance with a smoldering tension. “But if you’re hungry,” he countered, “that’s just a snack for me .” Crawling onto the bed, he pointed between my legs.
“I meant?—”
His deep, throaty chuckle could’ve been mocking if he was mean like that, but I wasn’t sensitive enough to be bothered.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.
I shrugged, leaning up on my elbows to watch him kneel closer. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Tell me.” He glanced up at me as he reached me. Setting his hands on my knees, he smoothed his palms over the joint in a slow caress that also pushed me to widen my legs open.
“You. I want you, Dante.”
“Bringing you breakfast in bed?” He lowered, putting his face closer and closer to my pussy.
“It’s a sweet thought.”
“But in this case,” he replied as he moved his head an inch above me, “it’s not that thought that counts.”
“I—”
He was flat on the bed, resting on his stomach. Sliding his hands under my ass, he picked me up and closed another scant inch of distance between my leaking entrance and his smirking mouth. “It’s this thought that counts.” He pressed his mouth to me, kissing with suction. “Right?”
“Oh, God…” I watched him with a hooded gaze, too stunned and mesmerized with him there to look away.
“I can’t read all your thoughts, Nina. Tell me what you want.”
I’d never been forward like this. Not sexually. I lost my virginity to him, and my experience revolved around him. Only him.
He wanted me to just say it? Out loud? Why couldn’t he read me so well that he wouldn’t have to ask? I wasn’t sure I could be this forward and direct.
“Tell me,” he taunted, gazing up at me.
“I want…” I bit my lower lip, intimidated.
“Every time you do that…” he growled. He pressed his mouth to my pussy and nipped near my clit, along my folds.
“Oh, my God!” I damn near vaulted off the bed.
“Sexy, Nina. Every time you tease your lip like that and bite it, it makes me want to do the same.” Again, he put his mouth on me and sucked the flesh near my clit, then he swiped his tongue up and down, soothing away the sting.
“More, Dante. I want your mouth on me. Right there.”
“Say it, Nina.” He teased me, licking and flicking the tip of his tongue at my clit. “Tell me.”
“Suck me. Lick my pussy.” A rush of heat spread over my cheeks. It wasn’t humiliating, but instead, freeing. Admitting what I wanted was a new adventure of going for it too.
He didn’t delay. His fingers bit into my ass as he hoisted me up, and smashing his face to me, he drove me all the way to a swift, intense orgasm. He licked from my entrance to my clit. His mouth suctioned and kissed, but when he sucked on my clit, I was done for.
“Dante. Fuck. Dante!” Gibberish came next, and as I panted and gasped through the waves of extreme pleasure of my release, I didn’t know—and didn’t care—what the hell I was saying anymore.
He didn’t stay down there. Crawling up, he shifted to the side to remove his pants. Commando. He didn’t have to give up any more time to remove his boxers. Naked and hard, he shifted me onto my hands and knees.
“Tell me what you want, Nina.”
It was an order, not a suggestion. While I still came down from the high of coming once, I was still aroused. I was still eager to share my body with him, to give myself up to him.
“I want…” I licked my lips as I rose onto my knees. It was a shaky lift, but his arms snaked around me and held me steady. I reveled in the friction of his hard chest against my back, but I refused to get too limp and lazy, sated and satisfied.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
An incredulous yet weak laugh escaped me. “Why? You’d give me anything I asked for?”
He gripped my chin and turned me to face him. The kiss he gave me rendered me breathless and needy. “Yes,” he replied. Simple and to the point, and I wanted to believe him.
“I want this,” I said as I lowered my hand and slipped it between our thighs. Gripping his hard dick, I wrapped my fingers around his hard length and stroked the soft erection.
“Take it.” He groaned as I squeezed slightly tighter and pumped him a little faster.
Do you really mean that? To be my lover, not just my provider? To be my man, my boyfriend, and not just the powerful leader who can save me from those bikers?
“I want it deep inside me.”
He growled, kissing me roughly and quickly as he dipped his body lower. The fat cockhead pushed at my sensitive entrance, still throbbing from the magic of his masterful mouth there. Then with a lift and a cinching hug of his arms holding me against his front, he stabbed up and slid all the way into me.
Seated to the hilt, he speared up inside my pussy. I groaned at the stretch, breathing through the shock of how full it felt. A good fullness, one that urged me to beg for him to move and caress me so intimately.
“Are you going to take it?” he asked.
“Give it to me, Dante.” I was getting onboard with this filthy talk. “Fuck me now.”
He chuckled, loosening his arms from my waist and chest to urge me to lower. Back on my hands again, the angle of his dick driving into me felt deeper and different. Then lower yet, my breasts swayed with his pounding force as I leaned down onto my forearms. Realizing my nipples could get attention by rubbing over the sheet, I inched lower yet.
“Take it all, Nina.”
I nodded, smushing my face against the bed as he pushed on my shoulders until my ass was up in the air. Stretched with my arms out, I was tilted all the way down. He didn’t stop once, ramming into me with such speed and power that his balls smacked my ass and his thighs braced against mine with each push in.
His hands stayed on my hips. Crescents would show from his nails digging into my skin there, but I didn’t mind the pain. They served as pinpricks of awareness while he bulldozed over all my senses. With his hard cock slamming into my cunt, sucked in with my juices and squeezing him tight, I couldn’t think. I felt him everywhere, and as I came again, he smacked my ass and roared.
“Yes, Nina. Like that. Fuck. Milk my goddamn cock.”
I closed my eyes, aware that my drool would stick to the mattress. That was how messy we were. He’d reduced me to a pool of bliss, overtaken by ecstasy and the utter relief of all my nerve endings exploding with the wave of this orgasm. I grunted something, or maybe it was another groaned-out word. I didn’t know.
In the next moment, he came, squeezing my flesh to hold on. His dick jerked inside me, filling me with his hot cum. Back and forth, he rocked some more, but slower and without the fierce urgency that he’d used to get us here.
Leaning forward, he slumped on me. His chest heaved against my back. Droplets of sweat fell to my hair. Hunched over together, we dragged in ragged breaths and tried to calm our hearts from the rush.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked moments later as he slid out of me.
I couldn’t help the faint moan as he slipped out. I was so sensitive yet. “Yeah, it was.” I kneeled up to face him with him standing next to the bed.
Like ridiculous fools, we grinned at each other. Sated, satisfied, and best of all, comfortable together.
I could only hope it would last, like he claimed it should.