Page 35 of Tropical Heat

My heart raced. Both nervous and giddy knowing I was about to have his cock in my ass. But instead of spreading my cheeks as I expected him to, Dante kissed the back of my neck. And then my shoulders, slowly moving downward with every touch of his lips. Only when he reached the lumbar portion of my spine did he stop to lick the hollow formed by my obliques. It surprised me to realize my big, tough cop of a roommate could also be very tender. And then he shoved a finger in my ass.

I yelped. “Whoa, a little warning would have been nice.”

“I didn’t want you to tense up,” he said, moving his finger in and out. “How does that feel?”

“Nice,” I moaned. So nice that my hips raised off the bed and thrust backwards against his hand. Soon I was begging for another finger.

By the time he added a third, things were getting a little snug in there. Sensing my discomfort, Dante drizzled lube between my cheeks. As it ran down my crack, he slowly twisted his hand back and forth. “Keep that up and you are going to make me cum.”

“Good, that means you’re ready to be fucked,” he said, withdrawing his fingers. I gave out a small whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “Now roll onto your back.”

“I didn’t know gay sex involved so much turning over,” I grumbled, despite my eagerness to have him inside of me.

He had his cock pressed against my no longer too tight hole, but was hesitating. “Hey man, if you're worried about consent, I want this. I don't know how to make it any clearer.”

“It's not that.” His voice had a quality I had never heard before. Was it reverence? But his next words were those of the same irreverent Dante I knew and loved. “I’ve fantasized about this for so long and now it's actually going to happen. I want to savor every moment so I can remember the day I claimed your virgin ass.”

“Don't make it weird.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward.

There was more discomfort than I expected, but I wanted it too badly to stop. Spreading my legs, I gripped my butt cheeks and pulled them further apart. Dante pushed deeper, and I had a moment of panic when I felt something pop.

But then he brushed against my prostate, and my dick danced like a sailboat in a hurricane. Every cell in my body begged for more. I wanted to touch myself, but knew if I did, the party would be over too quickly.

I gripped his thighs and urged him to slow down. He ignored my pleas and thrust more rapidly. “Seriously stop, I don't want to come yet.”

Dante pulled back and wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock. His hand was like a vise squeezing me for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only three or four seconds.

“Are you okay now?” he asked. I was anything but okay. At least the feeling I was about to come had subsided. I nodded.

“If you feel yourself getting close again, just reach down and give yourself a tight squeeze.”

“Where did you learn that?”

“I know all kinds of tricks.” He grinned. “It’s why I’m able to fuck for hours.” I shivered and guided him back into me, a little terrified at how badly I needed his cock.

It was all new to me, and everything about that day was amazing. I lost all track of time. Dante had been right. He knew a wide variety of tricks and used them countless times to bring me to the brink of climax before easing me back down. After pounding my ass for a while, he would slow his hips, wrap a hand behind my neck and kiss me long and gentle, before returning to fucking me hard. I had never screwed for so long without orgasming, but rather than being frustrated, I felt invigorated.

Dante shifted his hips, changing the angle of his cock. My body spasmed in response to another new sensation. I reached down and grabbed my shaft the way he had taught me, but I was a split second too late.

Covered in my own cum, I looked up to apologize. Dante had his eyes closed, and his cock in his hand, jerking it furiously. The first thread landed in the center of my chest before he corrected his aim. When he had pumped himself dry, I asked why he had pulled out. “I wanted to feel you come in my ass.”

“You will. I promise; next time. But I wanted to see how your pretty cock would look covered in my seed.” I looked between my thighs and had to admit he had painted a beautiful picture. I ran a finger through his warmth and then stuck it in my mouth. Creamy and salty. Two of my new favorite things.

It was nearly five o'clock before either of us checked our phones. We had spent the entire day sucking and screwing, only getting out of bed for nourishment, to use the bathroom and let Oliver out.”

“Nothing from Morgan,” I said. “How about you?”

“Same, nothing.”

“I would think if she planned on stopping by after work, she would let one of us know.”

“Probably.” He agreed. “But even if she does, I’m not sure I have the energy.”

I felt the same way. But it would still be nice to see her. I sent a text and then hopped in the shower. At seven, when I had not heard from her, I suggested to Dante; we take Oliver for a walk down by the breakwall and grab something to eat at Gabby’s.

Twenty

Dante

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