NINE
Cade was beginning to think he might have some weird Dante body fetish. He couldn’t get enough of this guy’s physique—the shoulders, the chest, all that delicious hair. He could come just from rubbing his dick on the guy’s pelt.
“You’re beautiful,” he said for what had to be the millionth time, proving that he had the vocabulary of a puck. “I can’t stop looking at you.”
Dante smiled. “How about you do that while I . . .” He pushed Cade onto his back and kissed his chest. Heavy, wet, openmouthed kisses alternated with little nips and flicks of his tongue over his nipples. Cade’s skin had never felt so sensitive, so primed. Moving down, Dante applied more pressure with his lips, more pressure with his fingers on Cade’s ass. Every move was designed to heighten Cade’s pleasure. They could take it slow, no rush.
Of course, his cock wasn’t interested in the slow approach. That greedy bastard was a steel rod pushing into Dante’s chest, screaming, “Me! Me! Me!” Caught between his short- and long-term needs, Cade couldn’t help rocking his hips—anything to get some friction going—but Dante pinned him down.
“I’ll take care of you, Burnett. Trust me.”
And he did. Foolish as it was to place all this faith in Dante’s care, he still loved how the man was approaching this. As if the journey was as worthwhile as the destination. As if Cade was as valuable as the pleasure they were both desperate to find.
Warm, wet heat engulfed the head of his cock, and he thrust up involuntarily, surprising Dante so much he jerked back.
“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that to feel so good.” Which was ridiculous, because every single thing Dante had done felt good, so why would this be any different? And why was he acting like he’d never had a blow job before? But he’d never had one from Dante, and this was a whole other level of sensation. It felt new, like the start of something important.
Yeah, this guy was going to ruin him for all others.
“Try to relax, Cade.” Dante’s smile warmed those usually ice-blue eyes while his hand wrapped around Cade’s cock and tugged. Dante reapplied himself to blowing his dick . . . and his mind.
About five seconds later, something warm, wet, and slippery dribbled between his ass cheeks. Lube, which Dante was smearing while blowing him because the guy was a sex ninja multitasker. So much sensation. Too much feeling. Now Dante was slathering and pressing and breaching and—Jesus, that was good.
Cade angled his body up, demanding more pressure, demanding that Dante never stop. He was starting to float, waves of sensation building to frothy little crashes. And then Dante was up beside him, his fingers still inside, rubbing across his prostate. On his elbow he leaned forward and pushed Cade’s hair back from where it had started to mat against his sweat-sheened forehead.
“Bene, polpetto?”
Cade nodded, his head too heavy for his neck, feeling drugged on the man gazing at him and all the pleasure he was hand delivering. “What’s—pol—petto?”
Dante smiled, lazy and sexy. “It means meatball. It means I like you.” He licked Cade’s lips, then curled inside his mouth with tongue thrusts that matched the rhythm of his fingers. Another stroke over his prostate, and Cade whimpered and bit back a moan.
“The only person who’ll hear you is me,” Dante murmured, at the same time a threat and a promise. “Be as loud as you like.”
Was this guy some sort of mind reader? Cade had fallen back on his usual MO: censoring his behavior, constantly aware of his environment and who might see or hear him being gay.
Dante was still talking. “Swear, moan, shout my name. Whatever you need, because with me you can be honest. You’re safe here, no need to hide who you are, no need to suppress all those dirty needs and desires. Loud and proud, tesoro. Wanna hear it.”
No other words could have made Cade feel so protected.
“Need more.” Still nibbling and licking at Dante’s mouth, he moved a shaky hand down his torso and gripped the Italian’s rock-hard erection. “Need this.”
“Oh yeah?” Dante murmured. “Where do you need it?”
“Inside my mouth, then . . .” He hesitated, conscious that he’d never gone this far with a guy before. Had never wanted to.
“Yeah? Where else, Cade? Where else might this cock be welcome?”
“My ass. Deep. Need it so bad.”
Dante kissed him again, moaned into his mouth something else in Italian, and pulled back, withdrawing his fingers. “Okay. First, show me how good you can suck me.”
Cade crawled down, licking Dante’s chest, suckling his nipples, biting along his hipbone, nuzzling that perfect indented V that led to his groin. And when his mouth closed over Dante’s cock, Cade’s sense memory flooded with that nostalgia you get when you taste or smell something that reminds you of home. The salty pre-come coating his tongue tasted like paradise.
He ran his nails along the backs of Dante’s thick, muscled thighs, loving the reaction that induced a flex of Dante’s hips, a raspy Dio mio, a thrust farther into Cade’s mouth. So he did it again: long, teasing scrapes up his thighs, over his ass, that led to a soft press against his entrance. And every time Cade went there, Dante would let out an animalistic grunt that found a corresponding reply in Cade’s balls.
Cade loved Dante’s fingers inside him, but it wasn’t for everyone, so he was careful about assuming Dante needed that, too. Scraping, rubbing, and testing, he listened to Dante’s body, but every time he pressed further, he’d lose his focus on the dick-sucking part. He’d never had to think of logistics when it came to sex, like plays on the rink. All his previous encounters were quick, impersonal jerk-offs, the goal to come fast and move on.
Not with Dante. He loved getting to know this man’s turn-ons, quirks, what made his body thrum and his dick harder than a hockey stick. When Cade was better at this gay stuff, he’d figure out the coordination. For now, he’d just focus on sucking the guy’s brains out of his cock.
Just when he’d found the perfect rhythm, a strong hand cupped his jaw and gently separated mouth from dick.
“If you want me inside you—properly—then this needs to stop right here.” Dante panted that out, his glazed eyes showing how close he was. And Cade was close to blowing his stack as well. “On your stomach, Burnett.”
Christ, this is it. Would now be a good time to mention his distinct lack of experience with this part of the gay-sex playbook? Probably not, and anyway, he was all caught up in watching Dante roll a condom on and slather on a ton of lube. Good. High quantities would make this easier, because Cade had no doubt this was going to burn.
No. Sharing that detail would not help, especially as Dante was already twitchy about the ethical minefield they were tiptoeing through. Tell the guy he’d be breaking in an ass virgin, and Cade would be out on his ear before you could say arrivederci.
This time, with no cannoli.
He dropped to his stomach and pulled his knees up, so his ass was right there, begging for it. The sharp intake of breath from Dante was immensely gratifying. He rubbed lubed hands over Cade’s ass, kneading and squeezing, and shit, that felt so good. At least, until the kisses along the ladder of his spine escalated the sensation to another level. Weird how the combination of soft kisses and forceful massage worked to create this pitch-perfect response in Cade’s body.
And then Dante bit one of his ass cheeks.
Cade’s moan filled the room, then Dante filled him. Not slow, like he was testing Cade’s ability to take him, but a hard thrust that made Cade’s eyes water. Thank God they weren’t face to face, because if they were, Dante would be left in no doubt of Cade’s current status: new to anal.
“Fuck, you’re tight, polpetto.”
Cade released a breath, then waited for the worst—that drag out he knew was necessary to get to the good stuff. But it didn’t happen. Dante held himself still, like he’d achieved some sort of Zen inside Cade’s body. And with that wait, the pain subsided, and turned almost tolerable and—shit, that slide out really fucking hurt!
He bit down on the pillow and counted off in his head. By the time he got to three, Dante was thrusting again, only this time the burn was more tingle, and then the tingle was more an increasing warmth as Dante hit that spot. Oh yeah. Right there, baby. Unbelievably pleasurable sensation was spreading out along spokes to his balls and his cock, up his spine, and down his thighs. Even his feet had started to sizzle.
One of Dante’s hands, previously on Cade’s hips, coasted up the back of his neck, and there was the possessive grip Cade so loved. Feeling more confident and no longer content to just lie there, Cade pushed back on Dante’s cock, squeezing him every time he drove deep, holding him tight until Dante moaned as loud as Cade. He was clearly digging it, loving every viselike clamp Cade made. And Cade was loving it, too—until Dante pulled out.
About to start whining about why Dante had stopped, Cade suddenly found himself on his back with the perfect manhandled move that Cade craved when it came to Dante. Beast on the ice, Beast in the bedroom. Cade’s thighs instinctively spread wide, accommodating Dante as he resumed drilling him. Face to face, again and again.
“Fuck, yeah, borchia. Just like that. Harder.”
For a moment, Cade regretted reminding Dante he was the boss, but borchia also meant stud. And that’s what this guy was. His studly boss, and as far as Cade was concerned, the man could fuck him each and every night for as long as they lived.
As for Dante? He didn’t look like he was regretting a single thing. The pounding increased, their sweaty bodies rubbing and gliding with every punishing thrust.
“Touch yourself, Cade,” Dante said between long, consuming strokes. “Pump that beautiful cock of yours.”
One touch of his hand to his dick and Cade almost died with pleasure as the broad head leaked, warning of the release to come. He came, long thick spurts all over his abs and torso, and still Dante stroked balls deep, each slide producing another rattle until Cade’s dick felt nothing but twitches and aftershocks.
Within seconds, Dante’s jerky thrusts gave way to his own orgasm, hot and perfect inside Cade’s body even with the condom. Fueled by the clench of Cade’s inner muscles, Dante’s release seemed to last an eternity, and nothing beat watching his eyes burst into blue flames as he hit that peak.
Just like before, their mouths went crazy on each other, independent of all thought and action, everything distilled to this moment Cade would never forget. Exhausted—more mentally than physically—Cade lay beneath Dante, sweat-bonded to the Italian’s body. He closed his eyes, exhaling his way back to normal.
Though he wondered if he’d ever feel normal again—and he wasn’t just talking about how his ass had been gloriously used during the last twenty minutes.
Now for the true test.
Ten seconds later, cool air hit Cade’s clammy skin and the mattress shifted—Dante was already leaving the bed. He guessed that said it all. Cade watched as that perfect ass walked away toward the bathroom. The man was in better shape than pretty much any other guy Cade had been with. The way those ass muscles bunched, the broadness of his shoulders tapering to those trim hips—Cade felt the stirrings of interest again.
Dante came back in, holding something. He sat on the bed. “Let me take care of you while the cloth is warm.”
“What?”
Dante gestured to the washcloth in his hand, then Cade’s stomach.
“Oh, right.” Dante wanted to clean him up. Was that routine? Did he know how new Cade was to this? His beautiful boss moved the warm, wet cloth over Cade’s body, each swipe prying open something inside him.
He wanted to ask Dante a million things, number one being: Was I any good?
But he didn’t want to get caught up in that kind of sentiment—or clue Dante in on how special this had been—so he asked roughly, “You want me to leave?”
“Why? Got some exclusive gay club you need to haunt?”
Nope. He’d found what he was looking for.
Without waiting for an answer, Dante turned off the bedside lamp and pulled back the covers. “Get in.”
And then he kissed him, nothing too intense, just a feather-light brush that tingled low in Cade’s gut and high in his chest. A barely there kiss that meant the world.