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

sweet, like honey. I wasn’t entirely sure, and I really didn’t give a damn, I just didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.
    When he finally removed his lips from mine, I dragged air into my tortured lungs, while Dante left a trail of damp kisses down my neck.
    My hands moved over his shoulders, feeling the muscles shifting under his warm skin. God he felt so good. He was so strong and yet his skin was surprisingly soft. I wanted to put my hands everywhere I could on him, if he permitted me.
    I don’t know how long both men caressed me, one at my breasts and one nipping his way up my inner thighs but they were achieving their goal. Well, if getting me so turned on, it was taking all my self-control, not to writhe around moaning and groaning on the bed, was their goal.
    I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it, and so far, no one had given my throbbing pussy any real attention.
    Dante lifted his head from my breast and appeared to give Alex some signal which led to them switching places. I lifted my head from the pillows long enough to watch him shift between my legs.
    He paused for a moment, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a small package. When I felt him place something that felt soft and kind of rubbery against me, I knew this was the barrier the receptionist had referred to on the phone. For a brief moment, it took the edge of my arousal, to know I had to be treated like a health risk.
    When his tongue touched my clit, flicking it with the tip, I cried out and bucked against his mouth. Even with the barrier between us, I still felt incredibly sensitive. I don’t know that I’d ever felt as sensitive, as I felt right now.
    He began to sweep his tongue up and down my slit, from my ass to my clit; occasionally stabbing his tongue into me. While he drove me ever closer to my orgasm, Alex’s assault on my breasts and nipples intensified. I knew they meant business now. They were determined to make me come.
    They didn’t end up having to wait long. With a few more moments of Alex’s mouth sucking on my nipples, and Dante’s tongue on my clit, I finally let go.
    Pleasure coursed through me, radiating out to my extremities. I cried out, over and over, my hips bucking up against his mouth in a desperate bid to ride his face.
    He must have removed the protective barrier, because as my body bucked and writhed, and my inner muscles clenched in a futile effort to tighten around something, anything, he thrust two fingers inside me. At the feel of them filling me, even if it was just his fingers, I thrust up, grinding against his hand.
    “So beautiful cara, you have such a beautiful cunt, and it’s so greedy. Look at it tighten around my fingers. You’re so tight and wet. I look forward to feeling it squeeze my cock.”
    His words, spoken with that beautiful Italian accent were so hot and I moaned, wanting his cock in me, wanting desperately to be fucked.
    “I want you. I want to be fucked. Please, please fuck me.” I groaned, my body still twisting and turning out of control, on the bed. They were unrelenting, their hands all over me, driving me higher and higher again. They wouldn’t let me rest; they didn’t let me come down from my first orgasm, before sending me straight into the next one. 
    Alex suckled one breast, while caressing the other, then swapped. Dante kept driving his fingers into me, curling them to graze over my g spot. He alternated his attentions on my body by circling my clit.
    It was too much, too intense, so incredibly overwhelming, having them both touching me, caressing me. The pressure built up again, and I couldn’t believe I was going to orgasm again. I’d never had three orgasms so close together.
    Fuck, they weren’t even undressed yet. As that realisation hit me, my back bowed, my hips rising from the bed. This time I screamed, my head thrashing from side to side against my pillows. The pleasure rocketed through my body, wave after wave of it until I collapsed,