Free Dial a Stud: Dante's Story by J. A Melville, Bianca Eberle

forget.”
    “Please remove your robe cara. We wish to see your beauty beneath it.” Dante gestured to me, and despite a flash of concern, they would not find me attractive enough to ‘get it up,’ I untied the belt at my waist, and slipped the robe from my shoulders, tossing it to the floor.
    Alex whistled his appreciation, but the only sign I got from Dante, that he wasn’t repulsed by what he saw, was a sharply indrawn breath. When my eyes met his, they were burning, with a light that seemed to make the brown, look warmer, richer.
    “You’re a beautiful woman sugar, and seeing you dressed like that has made me hard.” Alex dropped a hand to his groin, and rubbed himself through his jeans.
    Before I could stop myself, my eyes lowered to where his hand was, and I could see he wasn’t lying, he was hard, and he looked big.
    “Why don’t you climb on the bed and try to get comfortable? Let us worship your beauty, until we make you come. It will help ease your tension. You are nervous are you not?” Dante’s watchful eyes stayed on mine.
    I nodded quickly, and slipped off my shoes, before lifting my hands to start unbuckling my corset. At Dante’s soft command to leave it, I stopped and gingerly slid onto the bed, lying down with my head on the pillows.
    He looked down at me for a moment. “Siete mozzafiato bello. You are very beautiful.” He said, and I wondered if he’d merely given me the English version, of what he’d said in Italian, or did it have another meaning?
    With his eyes fixed on mine, he removed his leather vest, and I had to swallow, to stop myself salivating at the sight of him, in just those leather pants, and the mask that gave him the look of Zorro. “So are you.” The words passed my lips in little more than a whisper.
    Realising I’d said it out loud, or at the very least, a whisper, sent colour to my cheeks. Hopefully he hadn’t heard me, but when I saw one corner of his mouth turn up, I knew he had.
    Alex pushed his shoes and socks off his feet, and climbed onto the bed, crawling towards me on his hands and knees.
    His stunning blue eyes were filled with intent, and it was enough to distract me from Dante, which was almost a relief, given how intense everything seemed around him.
    Again Dante drew my attention, when he moved around the room, turning on the bedside lamps and switching the overhead light out. Immediately the room developed a more romantic, seductive glow, which sent a flash of excitement through me.
    Bloody hell, I really did need to get laid, if mood lighting was enough to have me chomping at the bit, and ready to get started on my first orgasm of the evening. Time was ticking after all.
    I watched him move to the dock where my iPhone sat, and he began to scroll through it. A small frown marred his forehead as he studied it closely, but then his frown cleared, and I knew he’d obviously made his decision.
    When the powerful music started up, my eyes flew to his. Holy hell! Of all songs he could have chosen, he’d picked the one I’d been playing to death lately. It was a song I knew was going to be in the movie, I think Mel, would sell her soul to be first in line, to see next month.
    I listened as ‘Love Me Like You Do’ filled the room, my body quivering at the beauty of it.
    I loved that song, and vowed to one day fuck to it. Seemed like that one day had come, and I’d definitely have to put it on repeat, so I would get to fuck to it. 
    “I love this song.” I whispered, and then sighed when fingers trailed down the side of my neck. I rolled my head sideways, into Alex’s touch, as he teased my sensitive skin. When he began to unbuckle the numerous straps that held my corset on, I relaxed and let him do his job.
    Once he’d undone it all, he opened it, baring my breasts to their eyes. I should have felt self-conscious, but suddenly I didn’t. I think with the music, the lighting, hot men in my bedroom, it was helping to warm me, to this unusual