Dial a Stud: Dante's Story Read Online Free

had, not to strip him naked and mount up right now, regardless of our location and audience.
    I made one more desperate bid for freedom, before I did the very thing, my body was screaming at me to do, and fucked him. It wasn’t working though. It seemed the more I struggled, the tighter his arm around my waist became.
    “Stop struggling.” He said; his deep voice and that trace of an accent, instantly making me freeze. Dammit I was doomed, doomed to spend my days, lusting after what was probably, the finest looking male, I’d ever seen. How could a voice instantly have me wet? Seriously, it was unfair, that not only was he sexy as sin to look at, and smelled divine, but he also sounded incredibly sexy when he spoke. His voice should be licenced and sold as a guaranteed aphrodisiac.
    “We can’t lie here all night.” I hissed, suddenly desperate to get up off the floor, before he learned of the shame taking place inside my panties.
    “I can’t get up, because your constant fidgeting, has given me a hard on.” He tilted his hips up subtly, so no one else would notice, but I sure as hell did. “Once we get up, I don’t want you to run away. I would like to get to know you.”
    I listened to that sinfully sexy voice wash over me, and marvelled at how he could make everything going on around us, the dancers, the music, everything, fade when he spoke.
    I lifted my head to the crowds around us, and met Mel’s eyes. I could see the questions in them, and I rolled my eyes at her.
    “I need to get up. My friend is wondering what the hell we’re doing.” I told the God below me.
     
     
    I continued to lie on top of him, for a few more moments while people danced around us, and the lights flashed through their kaleidoscope of colours above us.
    I couldn’t seem to look away from those rich brown eyes, and yet I knew I had to snap out of it, and get the hell up. I glanced around briefly, as if trying to mentally summon a bucket of ice water to throw over me, since I figured it was probably going to take something like that, to make me move.
    Finally I turned back to him, and tried not to let myself get sucked in, by those eyes and that face again.
    “Very well, but you will need to get off me first.” He said, and I breathed a sigh of relief, when my brain and body seemed to reconnect, long enough for me to scoot off him, as quickly as possible. Before I could do some totally undignified and probably not particularly ladylike, scramble to my feet, he leapt to his, with way more grace, than I would have expected someone of his size to have.
    A large hand, appeared in front of my nose, and carefully I slipped my smaller one into his, and allowed him to pull me to my feet. I immediately tried to step back, but he wouldn’t release his grip on my hand, and instead turned, and began to push his way through the crowds, until we were off the dance floor.
    Once he had me off the dance floor, he didn’t stop, and continued walking, until we’d left the disco area of the club, and had moved to a considerably quieter room.
    I turned in time to see that Mel was trotting along after us, and seemed slightly out of breath, when we all finally stopped.
    The lighting was much harsher in this particular room. It was brighter from a mix of overhead lights, and several wall mounted lights, positioned next to tables and oversized stuffed chairs.
    My eyes shot up to the man who’d forced me to follow him, and I think a part of me had hoped, that once I saw him under brighter lighting, that I would find him nowhere near as attractive, as he’d been under the dim lighting of the disco.
    I silently groaned, when my startled eyes met the warm brown of his. Of course he was just as gorgeous in the light, as he’d been in the near dark, and I found it almost impossible to tear my gaze from his.
    I finally managed to do so when reality struck me. I’d been dancing, sweating, yes, I sweated, not perspired, and I’d spent some time, rolling