Chapter 24 #2
He reached over to the nightstand, pulling out the lube we’d gone through embarrassingly fast in the past few weeks. The sound of the cap opening made my stomach flip, but I kept my breathing steady. I wanted this. I wanted him.
“Just relax,” he murmured, slicking up his fingers. “I’ll take care of you.”
The first touch of his finger against my hole made me jump, more from surprise than anything else. He paused, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on my thigh.
“Breathe,” he instructed. “Just breathe through it.”
I did, forcing myself to relax as he circled slowly, getting me used to the sensation. It felt strange, foreign, but not bad. When he finally pressed inside, just the tip of one finger, I gasped at the intrusion.
“Okay?” he asked, his eyes locked on my face.
“Yeah,” I managed. “Just... different.”
He worked that finger in slowly, so slowly I wanted to tell him to hurry up. But then he crooked it, hitting something inside me that made my breath catch.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.
“Found it,” he said with a satisfied grin. “That’s your prostate. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Feels insane,” I corrected, my cock leaking onto my stomach. “Do that again.”
He did, and I moaned louder than I meant to. He kept working me open, adding more lube, being so careful and patient that it made my chest ache. When he added a second finger, the stretch burned a little, but he distracted me by wrapping his other hand around my cock.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, stroking me slowly while his fingers worked inside. “You’re doing so good, Nick.”
The praise went straight to my head, making me dizzy.
I’d never been talked to like this during sex, never had someone so focused on my pleasure.
With the few women I’d been with before, it had been quick and fumbling, both of us too inexperienced to really know what we were doing.
This was different. Dante knew exactly what he was doing, and he was using that knowledge to take me apart, piece by piece.
By the time he added a third finger, I was a mess, writhing on the bed and begging for more. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but he kept hitting that spot inside me that made me practically see God.
“Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was asking for. “Dante, please, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he said, withdrawing his fingers. “You ready for me?”
I nodded frantically, watching as he slicked up his cock. He was hard as steel, his tip already leaking, and I felt a flutter of nervousness at the size of him. I’d been inside him plenty of times, but seeing it from this angle, knowing it was about to be inside me, made it seem impossibly big.
“Hey,” he said softly, noticing my expression. “We can stop. We don’t have to—”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I interrupted, pulling him down for a kiss. “I want this. I want you.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. “Look at me,” he commanded, and I did, meeting his dark eyes. “Keep looking at me. I want to see your face when I’m inside you.”
I kept my eyes locked on his as he pushed forward slowly, the pressure building until suddenly the head of his cock breached me. I gasped at the intrusion, my body instinctively tensing against it.
“Breathe,” Dante reminded me, holding completely still. “Just breathe through it.”
I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to relax muscles that wanted to clench tight. The burn was intense, more than I’d expected, and for a second I understood why he’d made those sounds the first time I’d taken him.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmured, his hand finding mine and lacing our fingers together. “So fucking good, Nick. Just a little more.”
He pushed in another inch, and I squeezed his hand hard enough that I probably hurt him. But he didn’t complain, just kept feeding his cock into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to each new sensation.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my free hand gripping the sheets. “You’re so big.”
“Almost there,” he promised, and I could hear the strain in his voice, see the tension in his shoulders. He was holding himself back, giving me what I needed even though everything in him probably wanted to just thrust home.
When he finally bottomed out, fully seated inside me, we both went still. I felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what I thought possible, and the pressure against my prostate was making my neglected cock throb.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand.
“Full,” I managed. “Really fucking full. But... good. It’s good.”
Relief flooded his features, and he leaned down to kiss me. “Can I move?”
“Yeah,” I said, even though I wasn’t entirely sure. “Just... slow.”
He pulled back carefully, then pushed back in, and the drag of his cock against my inner walls sent sparks shooting up my spine. I moaned into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Nick, you feel incredible. So tight and hot and perfect.”
He set a slow rhythm, each thrust deliberate and controlled. The burn was fading now, replaced by a building pleasure that was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Every time he pushed back in, he hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl.
“Harder,” I gasped, surprised by my own words. “I can take it.”
His control slipped slightly, his next thrust harder, deeper. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, and he took that as encouragement. His pace increased, still careful but with more force behind each movement.
“God, look at you,” he breathed, his eyes roaming over me. “Taking my cock so well, just like a good husband should.”
His words made me clench around him, and he cursed, his hips stuttering. One of his hands wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, and the dual sensation was overwhelming.
“Dante,” I gasped, feeling pressure building low in my belly. “I’m gonna... fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”
“Do it,” he commanded, his voice low. “Cum for me, Nick. Let me feel you.”
Three more strokes and I was gone, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that left me shaking. I came harder than I ever had in my life, my release coating both our stomachs while my body clenched tight around him.
The sensation must have pushed him over the edge because he buried himself deep and came with a broken moan of my name. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with his heat. Something about that feeling of being claimed so completely made my spent cock twitch with interest.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, his softening cock still inside me. When he finally pulled out, I winced at the sensitivity, at the sudden emptiness.
“You okay?” he asked, immediately concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said honestly, pulling him down beside me. “That was... incredible doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
He grinned, looking pleased and satisfied. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I kissed him softly. “I get it now. Why you like it so much. That was...”
“Mind-blowing?” he suggested.
“That’s one word for it.” I shifted slightly, feeling the pleasant ache in my body. “Though I might be walking funny tomorrow.”
He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I’ll make it up to you. Run you a bath, rub your back, whatever you need.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.” I snuggled closer, feeling boneless and content. “But maybe after we eat those chicken cutlets. I really am starving now.”
“Now you remember the food,” he teased, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Give me five minutes to recover and I’ll go heat them up.”
“Take your time,” I said, already feeling sleep tugging at me. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His arms tightened around me. “Good. Because neither am I.”
I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat steady against my ear, and felt something settle deep in my chest. This—us, together, learning each other, building something real—this was what I wanted. Not just for now, but for always.
“Hey Dante?”
“Yeah?”
I took a deep breath. “I… I love you.”
He didn’t even hesitate. “I love you too, Nick.” He pulled me tight against him, his fingers digging into my skin. “More than anything.”