When Dante broke the kiss, I couldn’t help but chase his lips a little, arching toward him. Hungry for more.
Dante’s gaze was dark, heated, and his lips were slightly swollen from the kiss. His hand slipped from the back of my head to my nape. “How far have you gone?” Dante asked, even though we both already knew the answer. “With anyone.”
It took a minute for the question to process. I blinked out of the half-daze I was in and grimaced once I realized what he’d asked. “Uh. This far.”
Dante hummed thoughtfully. He ran his hand gently back and forth across my nape, a careful, soothing touch. “Is this all you want to do?”
I shook my head so rapidly it made a small smile quirk Dante’s lip. Of course this wasn’t all I wanted to do. I was desperate for more—I wanted his hands on me, his mouth, his cock—I wanted it in any way he wanted to give it to me.
“I can show you some things,” Dante said. “As friends. If you want.”
I nodded, just as frantic. It was too hard to make sentences—I felt almost drunk from the closeness.
“Gotta use your words.” Dante dropped his hands to my hips.
“Yes,” I managed to get out on an exhale. “Yes, please.”
Dante made a low, pleased sound. Then he slid his hands from my hips to my ass, and squeezed once before lifting me up onto the desk. I couldn’t hold back the surprised squeak that escaped me. Being manhandled like that by Dante felt so shockingly good—a little overwhelming, but safe. It was so easy to trust him. Dangerously easy.
He kissed me again, languidly. I longed to touch him but I kept my hands on the edge of the desk like he’d instructed. I didn’t want to break whatever spell this was. Because if this was the only chance I got to be with Dante, I was going to savor it—draw it out and make it last.
Dante placed one hand back at my nape, and with the other he palmed my cock firmly in my jeans. Oh my God, I felt like I could explode. I was already hard, and the pressure was a delicious pleasure-pain that had me arching into his hand. I gasped into the kiss, and Dante took the opportunity to fuck his tongue into my mouth a little harder, and fuck, that was dizzying.
Then he popped the button on my jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. Teasingly.
I’d never had anyone’s hand on my cock except my own. Just the anticipation made my cock jerk and leak precum into my shorts. Dante noticed, and smiled into the kiss. I really, really hoped this wouldn’t be over embarrassingly fast.
Then he slipped his hand into my briefs. His hand was so big it covered my entire cock, pressing it hard against my belly and rubbing gently. I gasped and tried to arch even closer; my hands tightened on the edge of the desk, and I hooked my heels around the backs of his legs so he couldn’t dare move away.
“Stop that,” Dante said. He grabbed one ankle and pulled it away.
“Ah—Sorry,” I murmured, releasing him as instructed. I wanted to listen. Wanted to be good.
Then Dante pulled his hand out of my shorts. I bit back a whine at the loss.
But then Dante did something I wasn’t expecting.
He dropped to his knees.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.
“Yeah?” Dante asked. He sat back on his heels and tilted his chin up, a measured, evaluating expression on his face. I’d always thought having a guy on his knees for me would make me feel in control. But even from this position, Dante was wielding the power, easy as anything. And the unfamiliarity of this dynamic made it even more delicious. “You want my mouth?”
“Yes, yes,” I said. “Please, Dante.”
“Say that again,” Dante instructed. He pulled my briefs down just enough to get my cock out—not even pulling them down my ass.
“Please,” I said immediately. “Please.”
“Pretty boy,” Dante said softly, almost to himself. Then he slid one hand up my chest, rucking my shirt up and bunching it up under my armpits. “Keep that there. I wanna see you.”
I squeezed my arms to my sides enough to hold my shirt in place. I felt my cheeks heat from the sensation of being exposed and a little debauched, half-dressed on his desk while Dante hadn’t removed a lick of clothing.