Page 73 of Rock Bottom

“Christian…Look. At. Me.” Dante’s tone sent a shudder through me, and I couldn’t help but obey.

I lowered my hands and lifted my head, supporting myself with my forearms.

He made sure I was looking at him before pushing his hair back away from his face. “Don’t look away,” he instructed and closed his lips around me.

I had no choice but to watch as he swallowed me to the back of his throat and retreated. Even if I’d tried to think of something else, it wouldn’t have worked. His lips looked too perfect stretched around my cock, enough that it almost didn’t seem real. I couldn’t look away, and yet, if I didn’t, this would all be over too soon.

“Dante…” I didn’t know which was worse, the slow, blissful torture of his mouth or when he stopped. I tipped my head back with a whine. “You’re killing me.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you come. Not yet.” He picked up the package containing the rubber and ripped it open. My chest tightened as he slid it on before giving his fingers a generous coating of lube. “You don’t get to come until my cock is buried inside you. Until then, you have to be patient. Understand?”

I nodded, even though I didn’t want to be patient. I didn’t want to be hurt more, though, and I had to trust that Dante knew what he was doing better than me.

I tensed when he pushed my cheeks apart, but he didn’t shove his finger inside me like I thought he was going to. Instead, he just lightly rubbed his thumb against my entrance, massaging the area and god, did that feel good. Dante peppered the insides of my thighs with kisses, whispering small praises into my skin.

“I love the way you smell,” he murmured and kissed me again. “And how you taste. The little grunting sounds you make. The way your breath catches, and you get goose bumps on your arms and the back of your neck.”

He moved to the other leg, planting another kiss before retreating briefly to add more lube to his fingers. I barely noticed.

“I love the way you can somehow get lost in a book and still know exactly where I am and what I’m up to,” he continued.

I smiled because it was true. A special skill of mine. Of course, it wasn’t exactly like he was quiet or nearly as sneaky as he thought he was.

I tensed as he pressed his finger against my entrance, this time with some pressure, but when he kissed my thigh, it was like flipping a switch. I instantly relaxed. The feel of him inside of me was foreign, yet not uncomfortable, and not painful, but when he started to move, sparks of pleasure raced over my nerve endings. I moved my hips and bit out a low curse, my cock throbbing where it rested against my abs. I lifted my legs to give him better access.

“That’s it,” Dante crooned as he added a second finger. “You’re a natural.”

I let out a shameless moan. I’d never considered myself to be someone with a praise kink, but maybe there was something to that, at least when it came to Dante. I liked pleasing him.

“You know what else I really like, kitten?” From Dante’s tone, I thought it might be the set up for another joke. Instead, he scissored his fingers wider and added a third.

I spat a curse and arched my back slightly, annoyed that the slight burn suddenly felt good. I definitely wasn’t a masochist. I wasn’t even kinky…was I?

“I like the way you look with this needy little hole stuffed full,” he said smugly.

And goddamn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing a man had ever said to me. It was a wonder I didn’t come right then.

“Easy, kitten. I didn’t say you could come yet.”

“Come on,” I whined, barely recognizing my own voice. “Put your cock in me already.”

“Somebody’s impatient.” Dante grinned and pumped his fingers faster. “I thought you said you didn’t want me to hurt you? That means I’ve got to make sure you’re all nice and stretched out for me because if you can’t take three fingers, my giant cock is going to destroy you.”

I rolled my eyes, and not from pleasure that time. “Oh, come on! Your cock’s not that impressive. Ow!” I winced and rubbed my poor, abused nipple, which he’d twisted in retaliation.

“Word to the wise, kitten. Don’t insult the man who knows your every weakness.”

“You don’t know my…” Whatever I’d been about to say didn’t matter because his fingers were suddenly massaging my prostate and nothing mattered.

Dante chuckled and withdrew his fingers completely, drawing a protesting groan from me that a shiver cut short. Without him inside me, I felt like my ass was a gaping hole, and I hated it. Thankfully, he only left me like that long enough to add a little more lube to the condom and get his cock lined up. Then his lips were on mine, his tongue fucking wildly into my mouth as he eased inside just a little.

I grunted and fought the urge to clench up, trying to keep my breathing steady. I wanted this. I’d practically begged him for it, so I wasn’t going to back out now. I didn’t want to.

He wasn’t even halfway in when he paused with a shudder. “Fuck…”

“What? What’s wrong?” I sounded panicked, even to me.

But Dante let out a small chuckle as sweat raced down the side of his nose. “I don’t think I loosened you up enough. You’re still tight as hell. Now I’m the one trying not to come thirty seconds in.”

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