Page 44 of Girl Going Nowhere

The bottle of lube appears.

He stops me from ripping open the condom, slowly shaking his head before taking the foil packet and dropping it onto the floor with our discarded clothes.

I watch him carefully, hesitating only long enough to make sure he wants me inside him bare before stroking myself with the lube and making my move. His jaw locks as he takes me inch by slow inch, the tendons in his neck popping as he grabs his legs to move them up and take me deeper.

There’s nothing that could compare to how tight he feels as he clenches around my dick, squeezing me until the threat of orgasm crests.

A curse escapes my lips as I pull out and work my way back in, one of my hands going to Dante’s throat and grabbing it like I know he likes. And, like always, he puts his hand on top of mine and makes me tighten my hold until I’m choking him.

His dick becomes steel between us the second my fingertips dig into the columns of his throat. He strokes himself, twisting the tip until precum leaks from it, and he uses that to coat himself.

I reposition so I’m hovering over him, getting a better angle to fuck him faster. He curls one of his legs behind me, coaxing me to take him as hard as I want. We work each other at a fast, silent pace until our groans fill the room and synchronize with the slapping skin.

“Coming,” I tell him, the telltale tingle down my spine the only warning I have before I’m thrusting and emptying myself inside him.

My string of cum detonates him until he breaks apart in front of me, some of his seed spilling onto my chest as it shoots out.

We stay like that, me slowly softening inside him as I remain above his sated body. I reach up and stroke his tight jaw until it loosens, a small breath escaping him as my thumb caresses his chin. He closes his eyes and catches his breath, one of his hands grabbing my arm and squeezing only once.

Dante has never been a man of words.

Only actions.

And right now, he’s thanking me.

I pull out, moving off of him and dropping by his side. We lie in silence, staring up at the ceiling.

After a few minutes, I feel his hand move ever so slightly until our pinkies brush.

I swallow. “Are you okay?”

His pinky stops before it curls around mine, moving away again before he sits up. Without looking at me, he starts collecting his items from the floor and murmuring, “Better now.”

*

Blake knocks atmy door hours later, staring at the candle she bought me for my birthday. “It smells like sex in here,” she muses.

I stop reading the paperwork laid out on my newly made bed to look up at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She snorts, pushing off the doorjamb and walking in to study all the papers spread out in front of me. “I know what sex smells like, Finn. This candle barely has any scent left, so it’s not exactly covering it up.”

My teeth grind. “Can we not talk about this?”

Her eyes peek up at me before she nods, grabbing one of the papers. “Sorry, Mr. Testy. All I was going to say is that I’m happy for you. You deserve to find a good girl.”

Girl.

As opposed to who? Her? To somebody else?

Dante?

Instead of indulging her, I say, “You and Brodie have certainly gotten cozy.”

She obviously isn’t a fan of the subject change. “What is all of this? You already work more than anybody else I know. It’s not right that you have to bring more of it home.”

Sighing, I scrub a hand down my face and move my focus from my laptop to her. “I really don’t have time to talk right now, Blake. Is there something you need?”

I don’t miss the hurt that momentarily passes on her face before she wipes it off. She’s never liked being vulnerable around people. She’d rather be seen as a total hard-ass, so nobody knows how much of a reaction they can really get out of her.

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