Page 34 of Tropical Heat

“I hope we didn't freak her out.”

“I don’t think we have to worry about that.” He chuckled. “Did you notice how turned on she got while you were sucking my dick?”

“Not really. Your cock at the back of my throat made it difficult to focus on anything else.”

“And you handled it like a champ,” he smirked. “Swallowing the entire load. Are you sure it was your first time?”

“Yes. It was my first time.” I blushed, then licked my lips. “But it won’t be my last.”

“So you’re okay with everything that happened last night?”

“The whole yes sir, good girl thing kind of caught me off guard,” I admitted. “I’ve never thought of Morgan as the submissive type. Is she like that with you all the time?”

“No, and it would get boring if she was.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Her job requires her to always be in control. I think having someone else tell her what to do once in a while helps her relax. But it only works when we are in bed. Otherwise, it just pisses her off.”

“So you just do it for her benefit?” I asked skeptically.

“Mostly, but every time she calls me Sir, my dick gets a little harder.” We both laughed. “Other than that, are you okay with everything else that happened?”

I didn't know if he meant the things he and I had done, or the things he and Morgan had done while I watched. But it did not matter, because everything about the night had been fabulous. Finally, admitting my feelings for Dante and having Morgan accept my bisexuality was like having an enormous weight lifted off my chest. The sex, as incredible as it had been, was secondary to the intense emotions I experienced. I could not wait for the three of us to build a life together. “Did she mention anything about coming over tonight?”

“Like I said, I was asleep when she left.” The question seemed to irritate him, and I wondered if he was jealous.

“No big deal,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “If she does, she does. If she doesn't, it'll just give us the opportunity to make up for lost time.”

He stood and walked to the sliding door that led into the kitchen. Before stepping into the house, he stripped off his shorts. “I am going to take a shower. You should join me.”

“Yes Sir,” I replied, trying to be funny. But if I was joking, why was I so darn hard? I quickly followed him into the house.

Dante was seated on the edge of his bed. From between his thighs, I reached up and brushed a lock of thick, dark hair from his face. It was still damp. His lips found mine and kissed me hard. I moaned, unable to get enough of the way he dominated me with his mouth. It was easy to understand why the normally confident Morgan allowed herself to submit to him.

He pushed my shoulders back and stared, as if seeing me for the first time, which was silly. We had been roommates for almost a year. But when I looked into his intense dark eyes, I realized the difference, because I felt it too. After months of waiting, I finally was his, and he was mine. I licked my lips and reached between his legs. His growl stopped me dead. “Don’t use your hands, only your mouth.”

Dropping my hands to my knees, I licked his balls. Apparently, the no hands rule only applied to me. He gripped the back of my head and languidly guided me up the length of his heavily veined shaft. By the time my lips reached the tip, it was already leaking precum.

Mouth open wide, I took as much of him as I could without choking. When I flicked my tongue over the silky flesh of his underside, he grew even harder. It filled me with pride, to know I had that kind of effect on him.

Although we had just showered, the deep musky odor of his arousal filled by nostrils. I strained to take him deeper, wanting every inch of him to fill my mouth. My soft moan made him twitch. Eager to feel it again, I moaned louder. The third time I did it, he pulled free of my mouth with a loud pop. “That's enough,” he growled, and slid back on the bed.

“Get up here.” I stood and scrambled to do as I was told. When I reached for his cock, still slick with saliva, he stopped me again. “You're going to want more than a bit of spit on it if you’re serious about taking me in your ass.”

I assured him I'd never been more serious about anything in my life. “There is a fresh bottle of lube in the top drawer of the nightstand. Bring it to me.” I rolled to the edge of the bed and quickly found what I was looking for and gave it to Dante.

He removed the plastic packaging and smiled at me. “I bought this months ago, knowing you couldn't resist me forever.”

“You’ve always had a high opinion of yourself.”

“True, but look at where we are now.” He flashed that irritating smirk of his.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Instead, he opened the bottle and applied several drops of the silky liquid to the tips of each of his fingers.

“I thought you were going to fuck me, not jerk me off. I could do that myself.”

“Trust me, you'll enjoy the experience a whole lot more if you're stretched out first.” Realizing how little I actually knew about such things, I felt lucky to have such a caring partner for my first time. Then he put a meaty hand on my chest and pushed me back against the headboard.

Kneeling between my knees, he teased my cock with his own. Then wrapped both of us in his slickened hand and jerked up and down. When I started moaning loudly, he stopped.

“Roll on your belly.” My cock twitched, and I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from whimpering, ‘Yes, Sir.’

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