Falling

40 | Me Too

"Wait wait," Dante said, pulling me back.

"What?" I spoke breathlessly. I had just finished getting ready for the night. I wore a black dress and heels. It was Friday and Tatum and Rodney had planned a night at the club in celebration of Wednesday's verdict.

"You look delicious," he smirked. He sat on the bed, suit pants on and a white button up nearly undone.

"We'll be late." I said sternly. I had just finished my hair and makeup, and I knew from just looking in his eyes he had serious plans to mess it up.

"So? Who cares?" He said, words mumbled by his face pressing against my chest. The dress had a low neckline and a slit up the leg. Something Tatum would definitely applaud me for wearing. I felt sexy, beautiful even.

"Shit," I moaned out. His lips closed in on my neck leaving me breathless. Fuck it.

I straddled his waist and felt his lips turn up into a smile against my skin.

"But fast, I seriously don't want to be late." I said to him. He ditched his lips from my neck and flipped us so my body lay under his, with my own legs wrapped around his waist. He made me feel hot all over, just with that lustful gaze he wore. He smashed his lips onto my own, devouring my mouth as if it was dinner. His hands rubbed my body, heat trailing wherever he touched.

He wasted no time in carefully pulling off my underwear. Sitting up a bit he pulled his pants down far enough to free him of his boxers. I watched as he reached for the condom in the nightstands' drawer. I clenched my legs tighter around him at the sight of his hands pulling the latex over his erection.

As soon as he was done, he pressed his body back down on mine.

"Are you ready for me," he questioned. He brought his hands between my legs, feeling the wetness that pooled there. I arched my back at his touch, moan dripping from my lips. He ran his fingers over my folds and pinched my clit.

"Fuck," I breathed. He smiled down at me, attaching our lips again.

"Ready?" He asked. I nodded my head and threaded my hands in his hair. He smiled into my mouth and with a free hand guided himself into my entrance.

He caught the moan that slipped my lips with his mouth that covered mine. He slowly rocked into me, stretching my walls with every thrust. The feeling of him filling me whole brought a pit to the bottom of my stomach. He used his hand to work my clit, bringing pleasure with every stroke.

He sped up a bit, as well as thrusting deeper, harder. I threw my head back at the feeling.

"You feel so good," he muffled out. Mouth exploring my breasts. My hands stayed tangled in his hair.

It wasn't long before I felt him nearing his release, thrusts becoming sloppier and quicker.

"With me baby," He said into my ear. His hand, along with his quick thrusts quickly helped me over the edge. I felt my walls tighten around him and with that felt him come undone as well. The pleasure blinded me for a moment and I felt his body sink onto my own.

"Mmmm, that was good. I needed that." He whispered into my ear. Slowly he slid back rolling off of me to clean himself up. I stood up, heading to the bathroom to do the same. Fixing my dress and hair took another 10 minutes and I knew Tatum was going to personally murder me.

Walking back into the bedroom, I noticed Dante with his suit jacket now fully on and white button up fully done up. He smirked at me, noticing my annoyed expression.

"Tatum is going to actually kill me." I said, quickly walking back to the bed where my long coat was thrown earlier.

His deep laugh rumbled through the room and I felt his body up against my back moments later.