42. Dante
Dante
My finger rubs along the almost healed cut as my hands rest along the waistband of his sweats as I kneel on the floor in front of him, in front of one of my best friends—in front of Enzo.
And my girl is sitting on the counter behind me, touching herself. Ready and willing to watch whatever I’m about to do.
I don’t know what prompted me to do this. Maybe it’s because Joe is here and she makes me feel brave. Maybe it’s because I can see in both their eyes how desperate they are for this to happen. But mostly, I think it’s because there was a moment when I thought this wouldn’t happen.
A moment where I thought I’d never get the chance to take what I wanted.
And what I want is him.
So here I am, eagerly looking up at him. Silently pleading for him to let me do this.
To let me try.
Finally, he nods.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly work his sweats over his hips and let them fall to the floor. His cock immediately springs free. The corner of my lips twitch, and I raise a brow as I look up at him, silently asking where the hell his underwear are.
He simply shrugs and says, “I was feeling hopeful.”
Joe giggles behind me.
As nervous as I am, I know what does and doesn’t feel good. So, feeling confident, I reach up and grab his cock at the base. His wanton moan the moment my skin makes contact with his sends a wave of arousal between my legs.
Opening my mouth, I slowly slide the head of his cock between my lips, letting the cool metal of his piercing glide over my tongue. And when he groans, “Dante,” I know there’s no turning back.
Enzo places one hand on the back of my head and the other one on my shoulder. And with his cock still in my mouth, I grab his lean waist with both hands, careful to not squeeze to hard.
“You’re not going to break me. I’m okay,” he says gently.
So I grip him harder, and he hums in approval.
And despite the fact that I’ve never been with a man, nor wanted to ever be with a man, there is not an ounce of my being that doesn’t want to please him.
Opening my throat, I take him into my mouth as best as I can.
Over and over again, I work my mouth up and down his cock, licking and sucking just like I like done on me.
And with each pass of my tongue along his cock, mine grows harder and harder.
“Fuck, D. I-I’m not gonna last. I’ve wanted this for so long, and—ah—it feels too good.”
I pop off his dick and snarl, “So come for me then.”
His eyes burn with heat as he looks down at me. “Are-are you sure?”
Sticking my tongue out, I lick along the slit at the head of his cock and let the precum spilling from it coat my taste buds. My eyes roll back into my head, and I moan at his taste. I look back up at him and say, “I’m sure.”
His nostrils flare, and his grip on my shoulder tightens. “Then say it again.”
“Ahhh.” Joe’s desperate moan floats through the bathroom, and I almost feel like I could come in my fucking pants just knowing she’s watching us and touching herself.
“Come for me, Lorenzo,” I command and take him deep in my mouth.
His cock swells in my mouth and I take one final deep breath before he spills his release down my throat. I faintly hear Joe let out a long and drawn-out moan behind me.
I do my best to swallow him down, but I’ve never done this before, and I’m not entirely prepared. Some of his cum spills from my lips and down my trimmed beard.
Slowly, Enzo pulls his cock from my mouth, his heavy breath filling the room. I go to wipe my face with the back of my hand when he stops me. “No.”
The side of my mouth raises, and I stand up to my full height. Grabbing the side of my face, he brings his mouth to mine. As the two of us kiss, he moans into my mouth, and I press my straining erection against him.
“I can taste myself on you,” he says against my lips.
“Good,” I repeat my answer from earlier.
He leans back slightly and looks me in the eye. Quietly, he asks, “Are you okay?”
I press my groin against him, and his eyes light with mischief. “I will be after I fuck our girl,” I tell him.
He peeks at her around me before looking back at me. “You better get to it.”
I spin around to find Joe’s head thrown back. Her lips are parted, and she’s grinding against her hand. The sounds coming from her mouth tell me all I need to know. “Josephine Jenkins, don’t you dare,” I warn as I cross the bathroom to get to her.
She cracks her eyes open to look at me, but her fingers don’t stop. “You better—ohhh—you better finish what you started, or I’m going to finish it for you.”
Positioning myself between her spread legs, I lean over her until her head is resting against the mirror behind her.
I grab her face in one hand and pull the band of my sweats down with the other.
Once my cock is free, I swat her hand from between her legs and notch the head of my cock at her entrance.
Her eyes widen in excitement as I squeeze her face in my hand.
“Careful, Big Daddy, she can play this game with the rest of them,” Enzo jokes behind me, and Joe giggles playfully.
“Is that right, Mama?” I push my hips forward a fraction of an inch.
“Ahh. Sure is.”
I lean forward so my lips brush against hers. “I think it’s time you played with the big boys.”
“Hey,” Enzo says defensively. But I don’t bother responding. My only focus right now is the woman beneath me.
She sticks out her tongue, letting the tip of it drag against my lips, tasting Enzo’s release on her tongue.
Moaning, she answers, “Show me what you got, Big Guy.”
I laugh deep in my chest before slamming my hips home, and I swear to all that is fucking holy I could come right here and now. But as much as I want to come inside her, I want to feel her come around me even more.
“Oh fuck,” she hisses as she places her hand on the mirror behind her. The shock wears off her face and leaves behind nothing but pure hunger. “Do that again.”
With pleasure.
Slowly, I draw my hips back before slamming into her once again. “Ahh—yes. Again.”
So that’s what I do. Pulling out slowly, I slam into her quick and hard. Then I do it over and over again.
“Yes, Dante. Oh, yes. Don’t stop.” Her cries of pleasure fill the bathroom. And when Enzo comes up next to me and closes his mouth around one of her tight pink nipples her pussy clenches around me.
“Keep doing that,” I instruct Enzo through gritted teeth.
He keeps sucking at her nipple as I slam into her tight cunt. Then, he takes her nipple between his teeth and pulls. She hisses in pain, but her mouth falls open as she moans, “Ohmygod. I’m gonna—I’m gonna come. Don’t stop, I’m gonna—”
The second, and I mean the very fucking second, her pussy tightens around me, I still my cock inside of her and come so hard I’m surprised my grip doesn’t crack the edge of the marble countertop.
Groans of pleasure fill the room as Enzo watches the two of us come down from our high. And when Joe’s pussy finally relaxes around my cock, she opens her dazed eyes to look at me. Her chest heaving with each breath. “That was just—”
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly in agreement. I thread my hand behind her neck and help her sit up straight. With her legs still around me, I kiss her deeply. Once I’ve had my fill, I let her turn to kiss Enzo.
“It wasn’t sex, but I guess it’ll do,” Enzo says jokingly as he winks at us. Gently, I pull out of Joe and tuck myself back into my pants before I backhand him across the chest.
He grunts in pain, his ribs likely still sore. “Aaaand there it is.”
“Well if you wouldn’t cock off he wouldn’t hit you,” Joe tells him.
Enzo wiggles his brows at her. “Oh, I’ll show you cocking off. I—” I backhand him again. “Ouch! Would. You. Stop.”
“If you shut up I’ll stop.” I reach into the cabinet next to the sink and grab a washcloth. I wet it and gently wipe it between Joe’s legs. She mouths “thank you” and winks.
Enzo grabs her cami off the floor and hands it to her, all while still running his mouth. “And here I thought having you suck my dick would make you be nice to me.”
“I think that would require a lot more than some dick-sucking.” Sebastian’s voice comes from Joe’s bedroom, and a moment later, he’s standing in the bathroom doorway.
He stands there for a few moments as he takes in the scene in front of him.
Joe sitting on the counter completely naked, me fully clothed, and Enzo pulling up his sweats.
Once he gets the gist of what’s going on a slow smile spreads across his face.
Seb points his finger and wiggles it between the three of us. “I’m not gonna ask, but good for you guys. Now get dressed and come to my room. And you,” he points his finger directly at Enzo. “Take an extra ibuprofen. We’ve got shit to do.”
“Yes, sir,” Enzo replies with a mock salute.
Sebastian narrows his eyes. “I’ll let him hit you again.”
Enzo scoffs and I bark a laugh. I grab Joe’s hands and help her off the counter. “You heard the man. Apparently we’ve got shit to do.”