Page 58 of The Sound of Us

He led me up a worn wooden staircase to an outdoor balcony sheltered by a small roof. Beneath us the campus, and beyond, the city, spread out in a twinkle of lights.

“It’s magical.”

Dante grabbed a blanket from behind the door and spread it on the ground. We snuggled up against the wall and enjoyed the view in comfortable silence.

“Another ten out of ten,” I said, looking up at the night sky. “Highly recommend.”

Dante pulled me into a straddle over his lap. “What else is a ten out of ten?”

“Hmmm.” I kissed him softly on the lips. “Radio station sex is up there.”

“What about hidden passageway secret balcony sex?” His hand slid under my shirt, gently cupping my breast.

“Can anyone see us up here?”

“I doubt it,” he said. “This is the tallest building on campus. But even if they could, no one would be able to identify us… Would it matter?”

I felt a small thrill at the thought of being caught. Dante must have been able to read my mind because his voice dropped to a low growl. “She likes that idea.”

“She does indeed.” I flicked open the button at the top of his jeans and slid my hand beneath his fly. He sucked in a sharp breath, his erection growing impossibly hard beneath my palm.

“Fuck.” His head fell back, chest rising as I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave it a tight squeeze.

I’d never felt confident enough to lead before. I’d never felt secure enough to take what I wanted, but Dante was different. I could be myself with him. He listened. He heard. We connected.

“I owe you from the other night.” I lowered his zipper and eased him out. He was thick and hard, the skin of his shaft smooth and hot to the touch. Dropping down, I gave the head a little lick.

“Christ.” His hand fisted my hair, and he pulled me up. “If you’re going to put me in your mouth, you’d better kiss me first.”

As soon as our lips connected, his tongue dove deep, stroking over mine relentlessly until my hips were rocking against his shaft, my thighs trembling, my body taut with need.

“Take off your shirt.” His voice was rough and thick with desire.

I yanked my shirt and sports bra over my head. The cool air made me shudder and my nipples tightened.

Dante’s forehead creased in consternation. “Too cold?”

“Not if you heat me up.”

“With pleasure.” He yanked my hips forward, making my back arch and my breasts rise. His lips molded around my left nipple, and he drew it between his teeth while he fondled my breast. Hunger pulsed through my veins, and my clit throbbed as if begging for a touch.

“If you keep that up,” I panted, “I won’t be able to do what I wanted to do.”

He drew my other nipple into his mouth, sucking harder. I had planned to take control, but the edgy pain on the sensitive peak was so intense, his hand in my hair holding me so firm, his fingers so tight on my hip, I could barely think.

“What do you want to do to me?” he murmured against my mouth. “Tell me. Give me dirty. I want to hear you say the words.”

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. I’d never done dirty. There were words I thought, but never said. Books I read that made me blush. The idea of saying those words out loud was, at the same time, terrifying and powerfully erotic.

Loosening his grip on my hair, I slid down between his legs and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He was fully erect, hot and heavy in my hand. “I want to lick the head of your cock.” I flicked my tongue over the smooth tip and his body went rock hard beneath me. “I want to squeeze your dick so hard you can’t stay still.” I pumped my hand, feeling the heat of him against my skin as I dragged my fingers up and down until a drop of moisture beaded at the top. “I want to suck you dry.” I looked up. Dante was staring down at me, his jaw tense, eyes glazed. Arousal thickened the air. Skin and sweat and something darker.

I drew him into my mouth, taking him deep, struggling to encompass the sheer size of him. He groaned, fisted his hands in my hair, and held me tight. Making my tongue flat and stiff, I licked up and down, dragging my tongue along the seam of his head before diving deep again. He pulsed against my tongue, his body vibrating around me.

“Fuck me with that dirty mouth,” he moaned, urging me faster.

I released him, then doubled down, working him with my hand while I swirled and stroked with my tongue, tasting salt and sweat and the essence of him. He rocked his hips in time to my rhythm, his muscles taut and hard.

I’d never had a man at my mercy before, never imagined I’d get off on watching him fall apart. My breasts ached, and heat flushed my skin. I ground myself against his thigh as I brought him to the edge.

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