Challenge: Ménage and Anal Pleasure

"A simple kiss, a simple tease"
"Have you found her?" asked Raul, a tall blond with his voice full of concern.
"Damn that girl".
Oh, yeah.
Dante Casanova had found Ayeska, it's obvious and just as when he saw her two nights ago she had put a knot in his stomach that not even the coroner could untie.
What are you gonna say to her?
Dante didn't know.
He'd lost that ridiculous bet, period.
He didn't even know her.
I'd only seen a picture of her.
And he didn't even imagine that personally it would affect him.
From the black and white photograph, only his eyes had caught her attention.
And he goes down like a duck.
Now he had a challenge given by Andrei, to try and recover the lost point.
He and Raul should introduce Ayeska to the pleasures of anal sex.
Andrei had told him that if he didn't accept, he would ask others.
And he preferred not to think about what she might do with two other men.
He was fucking pathetic, but that girl had messed with him.
She was a temptation, and he hated to admit that no one had ever made him lose control before.
If he had any sense, he'd get away from her as soon as possible.
But if it was as Andrei had said, he would not allow another man to be his mentor.
Cursing through his teeth, Dante raised the collar of his jacket and swallowed dry.
At that moment, Ayeska was on the dance floor arching her hips to the beat of a Shakira song which cited this part of anatomy. Her thighs uncovered by a skirt so short it should have been considered indecent besides showing a strip of bare stomach skin. She danced between two faces. The club was filled with smoke and people but even then Dante couldn't misinterpret the lust appearing in their face as she stood among them.
"Are you listening to me?" shouted Raul.
Dante grabbed the phone with force.
Leave me alone!
Raul took a sigh.
Speak kindly, and tell Andrei who sent you that she's a friend of his not to mention we'll use your ass so deep down it won't sit up in a week.
Dante made a face.
Don't put pressure on me.
You're the only one pushing.
She's not my type, which is why I didn't leash her that night.
Raul laughed at him.
And who's your type?
Dante paused; he could barely remember another woman's name since seeing her.
This is Laura Decker.
The blonde who owns a sex shop?
<unk> It's not a random one! protests Dante, knowing from previous discussions that this is what Raul was thinking.
Maybe, but the truth is you don't want Laura and she doesn't need you.
Because he wants you.
Besides, he says you only want her because she's safe.
I want her because she makes me feel warm, and I hear that she gives death blowjobs.
Raul was a snitch.
Then why was he whining Ayeska's name while masturbating last night?
Dante felt himself blushing.
So buy some fucking earplugs.
Dante took another long swallow of beer and stared as the brown man grabbed Ayeska's hips, squeezing his ass against her member. It seemed that bastard was looking for someone to break his nose; he would have been more than happy to do so if he hadn't gotten his dirty hands off it. He felt his blood start boiling and the fury already appearing in his eyes threatened to cloud his mind.
"Ayeska seems to be very busy already", grunted Dante on the phone.
But he came to you first.
Yes, that's how it was. Damned be Raul and his logic. And Ayeska, he believed, was staging this spectacle just for him because of the way she threw glances in her direction.
"Put aside your bad mood", said Raul, "and do the right thing".
You know if you take her home, I'll end up fucking her.
Dante wanted to sink into Ayeska's body. No, not even think about it. Not just her asshole though that tempted him as well; not only in his mouth although he was sure a blowjob from the provocative mouth of Ayeska would be incredible. He desired her completely and didn't believe staying away from their sex was an option.
If you change your mind, great.
In a way, Raul was right.
But there's a risk that if she went home with him, Dante would want to immerse himself in his sex... reduce it and take control away from her.
Refusing to dwell on the matter any further, Dante took his beer to his lips and drank it in one gulp.
All right, I'm on my way.
Bring her home.
Home, as if she lived there... like a lost kitten they could claim.
I had changed my mind about her when I found out who she was.
And that she was Ayeska.
He pushed the chair back, stood up and watched her dance a pornographic rumba with two faces.
On the runway, the biggest guy grabbed me again. I turned around and swung my hips as he pulled away a little bit. I forgot his name. Oh, he was handsome -- damn handsome indeed: blue eyes, brown hair, gorgeous body. Maybe in another time she would have been attracted to him.
But another man, with hungry eyes and furious pillows had caught my attention in a dark and fascinating way just as he'd done some nights before.
Dante Casanova was definitely addressing them.
Suddenly, the biggest guy around me with an arm and pulled me against his body, tilting his head in my direction. My first impulse was to let myself get carried away by panic. Was he going to kiss me on the dance floor? I didn't know him. And as I had figured out within thirty seconds of them dancing together, I did not want to meet you. Especially with everyone - including Dante - looking at us.
"Do you know Dante Casanova?" the man shouted in his ear, to make himself heard over music.
No, not at all.
I couldn't forget that night, had to let it go... or at least try.
In a way, it was her fault. Almost from the beginning of the song I had wanted to leave but running away like a coward with Dante watching wasn't an option and with those thoughts swirling around in my head
At that moment, Dante had risen from his chair and was now addressing them with the clear intention of making a decision for me.
I risked looking in your direction.
God, I was even closer.
Enough so that he could sense the ticking of his jaw muscle, as he stared at this guy's hand on his lower back almost over his buttocks.
"Are you sure she's not with Dante?" It seems he doesn't see it that way. She raised her head, though without moving a hand, and turned to greet the serious man in front of her.
What brings you here, old friend?
A pending matter with her. She fixed her piercing gaze on me. Can we talk outside?
Although it sounded like a request, her gaze suggested just the opposite.
Dante was wearing jeans, black boots and a beige T-shirt with the word "Army" stamped on his left breastplate.
He didn't say hello to the guy, he didn' t answer his question or even greet me.
I think you've made it very clear we have nothing more to say.
Of course we have.
"I'm busy dancing". I just turned to my face.
"Damn, I couldn't remember his name".
I walked up to him with a smile and shook my hips, very aware of Dante's piercing gaze embedded in my back.
Dante grabbed my hand and turned me towards him, arching an eyebrow.
Now he's not dancing anymore.
- I crossed my arms.
Then say whatever you have to say.
Outside.
The authoritarian tone made my hair stand on end.
Will it take long?
No, not at all.
Then say it and leave.
He hesitated.
I can't believe you want an audience.
Or he didn't want to have it.
It doesn't matter to me.
That night, when you and I were kissing each other and the hard-on took over our bodies.
I let out a groan, feeling furious as the blush warmed my cheeks.
The guy whose name I couldn't remember grinned in my ear.
Dante smiled with satisfaction.
"Bastard!" I'd gone to play dirty and thrown it straight into the jugular.
"Is she involved with you?" he asked Dante.
Oh, yeah.
"Demons, no!" I exclaimed at the same time.
This caused Dante's jaw muscle to start throbbing again.
We'd better discuss this outside.
That man didn't know when to quit?
I'm not in love with you, and I have no intention of ever getting close to you again.
I'm here to tell you something that I think you might like to hear.
I'm not interested, and my life is so fucked up that it doesn't matter what you have to say.
In one second, Dante was beside me without touching me and in another he wrapped his arm around my waist with the other hand grabbing hold of my hair that had fallen from my shoulders.
Either we talk outside, or I'm gonna walk over to the nearest chair and lift up that miniskirt and warm your ass while all these people watch us.
I took a breath to say:
He wouldn't dare.
The irritation poisoned my thoughts, he was an arrogant son of a bitch but even as I thought about it there were butterflies in the stomach...
You have no right.
Dante shrugged his shoulders.
But I'm sure you would enjoy it.
The guy approached them.
As much as I would love to see the show, there's no fighting or nudity in this club.
I turned to him with my mouth open, that idiot was leaving me at the mercy of this wolf?
You know what else? Fuck you all. I'm going home.
They all laughed.
With blood boiling in fury, I headed for the exit.
They are complete bastards!
But even so, I wasn't stupid enough to believe that Dante Casanova would leave things as they were.
He was following me; I could feel him two steps behind.
You annoying man!
As I reached the club's door, music started playing again and I walked over to the oldest of three security guards at the gate.
Could you accompany me to the taxi stand? They're following. I cast a sharp glance over my shoulder at Dante.
"Come, dear", Dante whispered softly as he wrapped his arm around me.
Before I could tell him where to put his words and tell the security guard to get rid of that crazy stalker, Dante pulled me toward himself, lowered his head, and drowned my angry words with a hungry kiss.
I resisted, but only for a moment and then stopped thinking.
That ardent man, persuasive and addictive as sin invaded my senses. He bent me with his mouth. I resisted. Or at least tried. In spite of the fury that seized me, Dante caused the familiar acceleration of my pulse, the wave of desire, and drowned my protests. With a sprinkling of his lips, a slow caress of his tongue on the sky of my mouth while sliding the palm of his hand across my back, he flooded me with desire. His desire was so tangible that I could taste it with my tongue.
The kiss melted me by the restrained urgency of its necessity, softened by an intrigue of lips and breaths and tongues which I had never imagined Dante Casanova capable.
Stunned and irrational, I let my heart run at a thousand miles an hour... losing myself in the warmth of that kiss.
Until he bit my lower lip and licked it, then put his mouth on mine once more.
He grabbed me by the shoulders.
I'm sorry about what happened that night.
"Enjoy the night", said the security guard with a playful smile.
As I tried to search for an answer, Dante pulled me by the hand and led me outside on a humid summer night.
A car entered the parking lot with its headlights illuminating the road, and drove to the far end.
Now that his persuasive mouth was no longer clouding my thinking, I turned a blind eye to my own stupidity.
Damn it, I had no intention of responding to him when he kissed and fondled me.
Well, I wanted to leave anyway.
Okay, I'm not going to be with anyone here today.
A ladino smile curved his mouth.
He's not going anywhere until we finish talking.
I let out a sigh of frustration.
Look, you arrogant son of a...
Before I start a list of insults, I've come to offer you a ride and initiate you into the pleasures of anal sex.
I interrupted myself.
You're here to tell me you can teach me what I want to know about anal sex?
He paused, didn't seem too happy.
Oh, yeah.
Maybe it's too late.
She didn't seem comfortable with those two in there.
As uncomfortable as she felt with them...
♪ And who cares
Dante laughed through his teeth.
I care, I've wanted you since that night.
I took a breath, stunned.
I lowered my gaze from his eyes to the glaring erection that seemed on the verge of bursting its zipper.
And you still want me?
Don't you see?
I wet my lower lip.
As I felt Dante's gaze on my gesture, as my nipples constricted and an image appeared in my mind of him leaning over me penetrating hard with insistence.
Keep going.
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