39. Dante
Chapter 39
Dante
November 6th
brEAKING: Olympic Star Hastings Partners with Red Bull in Youth Training Initiative
November 10th
Diamond Essence Drops Celebrity Ambassador Sinclair After Hair Disaster
November 15th
EXCLUSIVE: On-Set Romance Sparks Controversy as Sinclair Caught in Passionate Kiss with Costar on Set
“Surprise!” my favorite voice fills the fencing gym.
“God, you’re a sight,” I rasp, drinking Reese in as she walks inside. Sweat still clings to my skin from Em’s practice that ended a few minutes ago. “I thought your meeting in San Francisco wasn’t over until later in the day?”
Heather arranged for Reese to meet with new hair care brands to replace her partnership with Diamond Essence. “Ended early. Besides, I couldn’t resist seeing where Dante Hastings practices his art.” Her gaze flickers over my stark training space. “Is that okay?”
“Of course. You just missed Em.”
She frowns. “I’ll have to catch her next time. I’m just happy to get away from the set. Three weeks of nonstop shooting has been exhausting. I figured it would be nice to be somewhere that’s just us for a few hours.”
At night, I’ve seen her scrolling, her phone’s blue glow casting sharp shadows, every headline carving fresh wounds. It’s intimate, witnessing her like this—all human, afraid even. I pull her close because it’s the only thing that makes sense.
We’ve been sleeping together since she showed up at my cabin that night. Before that, sleep was utilitarian: six hours, precisely timed, alone. Or it was fleeting, bodies around me, release calming my pulse, waking up confused and lost. I had perfected the art of strategic exits from strangers’ beds.
But Reese has systematically destroyed my careful rhythms. Now I find myself pathetically dependent on her presence, the sound of her breathing becoming some sort of essential white noise machine I can’t sleep without.
Her fingers trace my jaw, reading tension I didn’t know I was carrying. “Something’s on your mind.”
She sees right through me.
“Em’s acting out. Caught her with stolen shoes. Kid’s screaming for attention the only way she knows.”
“Hey,” she whispers, all soft understanding. “If anyone can reach her, it’s you. You see her heart underneath all that tough exterior.”
“Thanks, Reese.” My voice comes rough with feeling. “Just want to be what she needs.”
Her smile could melt steel. “You already are.”
She sinks against me with a contented sigh, fitting perfectly.
I draw her closer, the pull of gravity undeniable. The silk of her blouse murmurs beneath my touch.
“I’ve missed you,” she coos.
“Missed you more.”
I spin her toward the mirror, my body so close I feel her lungs expand against my torso. I trace the delicate bow at her throat, and our gazes lock in the reflection, igniting something primal in me.
“Are you sure none of your teammates or anyone from the youth program is going to walk in on us?”
“Certain. We’re safe here. Just us.”
The silk tie of her blouse slips free, revealing black lace beneath. Each button I unfasten is a promise of things to come. Her nipples have hardened beneath the thin fabric.
“We look good together, don’t we?”
My hands slide lower until they reach the button of her jeans.
“We do,” she whispers, holding my gaze in the mirror. I expose the black lace of her bra, her pearls sliding against bare skin. “No wonder they can’t keep their cameras off us.”
“I’m so proud of you, Reese,” I tell her. “You’ve been working so hard, pushing yourself to get this movie done. You’re an EP, you’re codirecting—it’s so impressive.”
“And yet I feel so out of control.”
“I can help.” She exhales as her free hand grips my thigh, my erection obvious against her ass. “If you want control, I’m here for you.”
“I’d like that.” She bites her lip like she’s on the verge of revealing another side of herself. “I’d like to spend some time being…” She presses against my length deliberately, and I have to bite back a groan. “Whatever this honest, messy thing is.”
“This honest, messy thing,” I say softly, fighting the urge to bend her over right here, “is my favorite.”
She places her hand on my uniform, and my cock jumps at her touch.
“And the more of you I learn…” I unbutton her jeans, and she nods frantically. “The more I want to catalog every part of you. Dig deeper.” We’re both pretending this moment can last forever, that the outside world won’t eventually intrude. But in this quiet gym, where it’s just us, maybe it can.
“Come here,” she whispers. Her hands are on me, and coherent thought becomes impossible. “What would you do if you wanted some control? How would you take it?”
I want to give her everything.
“I’d find someone willing to show me how to tune into it. Control isn’t about force, it’s about trust,” I say softly, watching the conflict play across her features.
“And do you trust me?” Her expression turns ravenous.
“I do.”
“I trust you too, Dante.” And it feels like she’s saying something bigger, and maybe so am I. But right now, our bodies can speak for us.
I lift up her hand, bringing it to my throat. “How does that feel?”
“I can feel your heartbeat.” She shivers, her hand sliding tentatively down my neck.
“Perfect,” I breathe. “What do you want to do next?”
Her eyes are dark as she thinks, skimming my face as she pulls back the Velcro at my throat. “This uniform. What’s underneath?”
“Find out.”
She obliges, peeling back my white fencing jacket. The protective gear falls away piece by piece. First the plastron, then the chest protector.
“If denim is your kryptonite, these compression shirts are mine.” The grin on her face has turned wicked. God, this isn’t just physical anymore. It hasn’t been for a while. “So many layers, like a present.” She pushes my shirt up slowly. I lift my hands, bending so she can take it off of me.
She traces old scars and fresh bruises from training. “Beautiful,” she whispers, pressing her lips to a particularly dark mark near my collarbone. I shiver as she works her way down, mapping my skin with her mouth.“Mine.”
Fuck. I am. I want to be.
She strips off my fencing knickers and kisses down my leg muscles, built and defined from years of lunges and footwork. My compression shorts do nothing to hide how hard I am.
“Last layer,” she says, dragging them down until my cock springs free, precum waiting for her. It would be so easy to tell her how I feel, but maybe letting our bodies talk is safer. Maybe this is all she’s ready for.
She sits back on her heels, drinking in the sight of me fully naked. Her pupils are blown wide with desire, her chest heaving beneath her open blouse. Whatever conversation we need to have can wait.
“I want…” Reese’s eyes lock with mine as she picks up my fencing mask from the floor. With careful precision, she slides the mask over my face. “You to keep this on and show me how you…” She swallows. “Touch yourself.”
“When I’m thinking about you?”
“Yes.”
Easy.
Reese struts away from me, and I fist my cock. She bends down to slip her heels off and twists, turning away from me with a sultry smile as she slowly slides her jeans off.
She’s stripping for me, my perfect Reese. The mesh of my mask distorts my view. I fucking want to tear it off and go rip the blouse she’s slowly tossing to the floor. She puts her heels back on and stands before me, a fucking warrior in stilettos and lace.
“Get on the floor, please,” she says with a shy smile.
I drop to my knees, feeling the cold against my skin. The piste is hard and unforgiving, but I find I don’t mind.
“Now what, baby?” I beg.
“Crawl to me.”
I do as I’m told, creeping toward her on my hands and knees.
“You know what this means to me. Giving you this power.” I pause, letting the weight of the moment settle between us. “I trust you with it completely.”
Her stiletto finds the top of my fencing mask, pressing down with a precise pressure that makes my breath catch in my throat. The gesture feels both tentative and bold, like she’s testing the boundaries of her own desires.
“Touché,” she purrs, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
My hands slide up her thighs, drawn to her heat like a moth to flame. As my fingers brush against her wetness, she snags my wrist in a vise grip.
“Did I say you could touch me there?”
“Please,” I groan, straining against her hold. “I need to feel you.”
“Beg harder.”
“Please, Reese, let me touch you.” I’m desperate. “I’ll do anything you want.”
She shifts her heel from my mask to my shoulder, her movements exact but tentative. There’s a tremor in her leg, uncertainty rippling through her controlled facade. My hands find her hips.
“Such a good boy,” she whispers, and through the mask I can see how affected she is. The pink lace of her underwear is damp beneath my fingers.
“You’re already so wet,” I admire, and she shudders. “This perfect cunt is missing me, isn’t it?”
“Touch me, right there,” she gasps as I push the lace aside. Her legs spread wider, hips canting forward with a desperation that makes my cock throb. “Yes.”
I circle her clit slowly, watching how she fights to maintain composure. Her hands grip my shoulders tighter, nails digging into skin.
I slip two fingers inside her. She’s so tight around my fingers that I have to resist standing up and fucking her just like this.
She needs this. I need it too. To let go.
To be free under her.
“Don’t stop,” she manages, her voice breaking on the word. “Please.”
“I won’t,” I promise and send my fingers deeper into her. Her thighs shake, and she throws her head back.
“I want—”
“Tell me.”
“I want you…” She pauses, struggling with vulnerability, with letting go of control. It’s endearing. “On the floor.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She glances toward my gym bag. “Do you have…?”
“Yes.” I nod, and she walks over to retrieve the condom.
When she returns, she kneels before me. I’m still wearing the fencing mask as she rolls the latex down my length. God, her hand on my cock is fucking gorgeous. Then she’s straddling me, sinking down until I’m fully inside her. She pushes her hands into my chest and slams my back on the floor.
I want to give her everything.
“Fuck,” I groan, overwhelmed by her wrapped around me.
What I would give to feel all of her without a fucking condom.
I’ve never wanted someone like that. But with Reese, I want to make her irreversibly mine in the most intimate way possible.
This isn’t desire anymore. It’s a physical need that consumes every cell in my body.
“I’ve never done it quite like this,” she confesses. “With me on top, I mean. It’s different.”
“You’re doing so good, baby.” I guide her hips with gentle pressure, showing her how to roll them in a way that allows my length to hit deeper. “That’s it,” I encourage, watching her face contort with pleasure. “That makes me feel so good.”
She bites her lip, fighting back moans, and it drives me wild. My hands slide up to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her hardened nipples.
“Look in the mirror,” I urge. “Look at how you take control, how you take me. Can’t you see how perfect you are? Don’t you love this?”
“I do,” she smiles, dragging her hips over me again and again. Reese finally lifts away the mask. The cool air hits my face before her lips crash into mine, hungry and desperate. She rests her hands on either side of my head. Her tongue slides against mine, and I punch my hips upward, filling her impossibly deeper.
How on earth did I get this fucking lucky?
Her pearl necklace gleams as she rocks over me. But it’s the way my silver ring rests against her throat that holds me.
“You not taking off that ring, you know what that means?”
She shakes her head.
“You own me,” I breathe against her neck.
With one hand, Reese reaches for the back of her neck and unclasps her necklace, sliding the silver ring off the strand and slipping it onto her right thumb finger. She drapes the pearls around my neck, the cool gems settling against my warm skin as our eyes lock.
“Now you own a piece of me,” she whispers, fingers trailing along her necklace adorning my throat.
I manage to get harder, genuinely harder than I thought possible, and I’m afraid the moment is going to send me right over. I suck air through my teeth, a tight grip seconds away from causing me to lose myself inside her.
Reese’s mouth attacks mine until I’m bruised by teeth and wet with her spit.
“Ride that dick, baby.” My cock buries deeper into her, hitting where she ends while she cries out. “You have complete control over me. This cock? It’s yours to do with as you please.”
I’ve never felt this close to the edge before, every nerve ending on fire. Her pace starts to slow, and I can tell she’s getting close.
“I want you to fuck me,” she slurs with pleasure.
I yank myself up until I’m sitting. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I guide her down hard. She presses her tits into my mouth. I lick and bite every inch of skin. The intimacy of it makes my head spin. She’s so small in my grip, but Christ , the way she fights back. Thighs viselike around me, one hand fisted painfully in my hair.
“God.” Her breath is coming in hot, desperate pants. She bites my lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
When she drops her head back, looking away, I leave one arm around her waist and grab her jaw roughly. “Look at me when I’m fucking you. Use me up,” I growl, punctuating each word with a bruising thrust. “Use every fucking inch of me, Reese.” She keens, her back arching. “It feels so good.”
She retaliates by sinking her teeth into my palm, the sharp pain making me curse. “I want you to come,” she groans. “With me.”
“I’m right here. I’m right here for you.” I thread my fingers into the short strands of her hair, drinking in her wicked grin before she bounces her hips onto me. The sound of slapping flesh fills the training gym.
“Fill me up with your cum, Dante,” she begs, eyes rolled back. “I can take it.”
My heart nearly stops. “I’m going to give you all of it, baby. Every last drop.”
“Dante—ah—I—” Her words dissolve into broken moans as she grinds down harder, faster, chasing her release with animalistic desperation.
“That’s it.” She quivers violently, caught between surrender and defiance, but she holds my stare as she takes me impossibly deeper, claiming me as thoroughly as I’m claiming her.
Then she seizes around me, her whole body going rigid as the orgasm tears through her. Her teeth sink into my chest as she comes, marking me again. The pain pushes me over the edge, and I come violently, emptying myself into the condom with a guttural groan that sounds foreign to my own ears.
We collapse together, our bodies intertwined in the aftermath.
“I’ve never…” I start, then pause, struggling to articulate. “With you, it’s like every nerve ending is alive. Like I’m finally awake.”
She props herself up on an elbow, studying my face with that penetrating gaze. “Have you said that to anyone else?”
“No.” I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Look at me. Really look. You…” I trace the curve of her jaw. “You have ruined me for anyone else.”
She melts into me then, and I feel the moment she allows herself to believe it. The way she fits against me isn’t just familiar anymore, it’s necessary. As vital as breathing.
Like every meaningless encounter in my past was preparation for this, for her.