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Desire rips through me, hot and answering his unspoken plea as his mouth devours mine. I can feel myself softening against him, arching, my hands going to his chest, to the buttons of his shirt. I could try to push him away, but I don’twantto. Instead, I pull at the buttons, knowing I’m supposed to care when a few of them pop loose instead of slipping out, knowing this shirt probably cost as much as my electric bill.
I don’t care. I want it off. And from the sound Dante makes against my lips when the shirt rips open, he doesn’t care either.
I shove the shirt and his jacket off of his shoulders, needing to feel his skin. His hand at my hip has already worked its way under my tank top, pushing it up, the heel of his hand pushing my bra up, too, so that the soft flesh of my breast presses into his palm. His lust slides over my skin, biting at me, devouring me, taking me over.
I can’t resist it, and I’ve forgotten why I’m supposed to try.
“Take it off,” I pant against his lips, arching into his hand. “Please—”
Dante growls against my mouth, his tongue sweeping over my lower lip as he slides his hand around to yank at the clasp of my bra, roughly pulling it free. He tears the offending garment and my shirt over my head in the same moment that he shrugs off his shirt and jacket, all of it tumbling to the linoleum of my kitchen floor as his hands go for the button of my jeans.
We can’t get each other undressed fast enough. My hands rove over his chest and stomach before I remember his injuries, and at the same moment, he deepens the kiss, and I taste blood. I pull back, breathing hard.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” I gasp. “You probably cracked a rib. You can’t—”
“I don’t care, little bird.” Dante rips my jeans down my hips, and I hear the seam of my panties tear slightly as he yanks them down, too. “I need you on my tongue. I need to fuck you. Ineed—”
“Why?” I manage the word through lips that feel swollen from his kisses, asking it even as I’m already undoing his belt. “Whatisthis, Dante? You just go to a strip club and get all worked up, and then you want to come fuck me? You think that’s okay?” I didn’t realize how much the idea pissed me off until the words come out, sharp and biting.
Dante laughs, a dark sound deep in his throat. “The Neon Rose is a bit more upscale than astrip club,” he murmurs, his mouth very close to mine, and I jerk my head back.
“Is that supposed to make it better?” My hand is on his zipper, and I force myself not to drag it down, to think about what he’s really doing. If I really want to go along with this. I can feel him under my hand, thick and hard and throbbing, and I want him inside of me so badly that every part of me clenches at the idea. But I want to hear his answer first.
“No.” Dante’s hand wraps in my hair, his gaze gone dark as he looks down at me, his chest rising and falling heavily. “I went there for business, little bird. I stayed because I wanted to get you out of my system. Because I wanted to stop thinking of you every goddamn moment. But I couldn’t.”
His other hand cups my breast, fingers toying with my nipple, and I bite back a moan. Everything he does feels so fucking good. Every touch. Every kiss.
“I watched a girl fuck herself on stage in front of me, but I wasn’t hard for her.” His lips ghost over mine, the taste of blood still on them, coppery when I flick my tongue out against my lower lip. “I was hard foryou. I kept hearing you moan my name. Kept hearing you fucking yourself on the other end of that accidental call, pretending it was my cock inside of you.”
Dante leans into my hand, his cock rubbing against my palm through the thin wool of his suit. “And all I wanted to do was get out of that room and show you just how fucking hard I was for you.”
I bite my lip, stifling a moan. The lust in his voice is thick enough to cut with a knife. I can feel it surging through him, feel hisneed, and I know he’s not lying. I don’t understand why, not entirely, but I don’t know if I need to.
It’s enough, for now, that he’s telling the truth.
I start to pull his zipper down, to free his cock, but Dante moves before I can. He spins me around so that I’m facing the counter and, in one swift motion, sinks to his knees before I can protest, pulling my jeans and panties the rest of the way down and off to join the rest of our clothes on the floor.
I’m stark naked in my kitchen, my hands gripping the edge of the counter, and I don’t care. All I want is for him to touch me.
“What are you doing?” I breathe. I thought he was going to fuck me from behind, but instead, he’s kneeling on the floor, his hands smoothing up the backs of my calves and then my thighs as he urges my legs apart.
“What I’ve been imagining all night,” Dante murmurs, and then I feel his lips against my inner thigh, dragging higher, and I’m sure that I’m imagining what he’s about to do.
I’m not.
His mouth slides upwards, his hands gripping my upper thighs and urging my stance wider as his lips graze over my swollen folds, making me gasp. His tongue delves between them, stiffening, pushing inside of me as he starts to fuck me with it, and I let out a moan that seems to come from the depths of my soul.
No one has ever eaten me out like this before. It feels filthy. Dirty, having him do this, kneeling on the floor from behind. I feel his hands slide higher, spreading me open, gripping the cheeks of my ass as his tongue pushes deeper into me. I feel the tip of his nose brush against my tight back entrance, making me squeak with shock and startled pleasure.
Dante pulls back, leaving me dripping and gasping for breath, my ass arching back towards his mouth in a desperate, silent plea for more.
“God, I want to fuck you everywhere, little bird.” His thumb presses against the tight hole, making me gasp, but I writhe back into his touch. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?”
I shake my head, speechless. No one has ever eventouchedme there. His thumb presses harder, and I let out a shaky moan.
“Not tonight, then. But one day, I want to make you come with my cock in your ass.”
And then, before I can even think of a reply to something so filthy and brazen, Dante’s mouth seals against my pussy again, and I’m entirely lost.
