Chapter 21
Vincent da Silva
“You say you don’t want nothing to change, but you keep shutting me out and I’m damn sick of it.”
My eyelids closed and I cursed, my stomach sinking.
Sitting up to smash the cigarette out, I slumped in the chair once more, propping my elbow on the arm to rub a temple.
I was afraid this would happen. Since the last time something happened between us, I had barely spoken to him again, especially since the trip to Billy’s.
I was hoping he’d wait until this mess was over and we were home, but it seemed he was ready to hash this out now.
“What the fuck is going on, Vinny? Huh? Why you ghosting me in my own goddamn house? What’s up with you?”
No longer having the energy to be defensive, I gave an honest answer. “Billy.”
“Billy? What? The guy you took the kids to the other day?”
“Yup.”
“What about him?”
Clucking my teeth, I spun the chair and crossed my arms to face him, not even trying to hide my heartache.
His eyelids rounding, he sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress to lean forward. “Oh. So, uh, B-Billy…he ain’t just a friend, is he?”
“No, he wasn’t,” I sighed, scratching an eyebrow with my thumb.
He frowned and then twisted his lips to the side to chew his cheek. “Wasn’t.”
I recrossed my arms and held my elbows, a knee bouncing. “I’ve decided to walk away.”
“Why?”
Snorting, I shook my head and gazed off to the side. “Because he got married a few years ago.”
Out the corner of my eye, I saw him flinch. “How long was you two a thing?”
Growing uncomfortable, I tugged at the thighs of my jeans and shifted my weight. “Since we was fifteen.”
He blew a long, soft whistle. “Damn, Vin. That’s a long time.”
“Yeup,” I sighed, reaching behind to snatch the cigarettes. Lighting one, I set them back on the desk and squinted against the smoke.
He did a doubletake, his jaw falling as the color drained from his skin. “Whoa. Since you was fifteen? Hey, uh, Vin? H-Has…has Billy been the only…”
Grimacing, I coughed and looked away, thumbing my nose. “I mean, once in jail, I let someone suck my dick. And then.” I squirmed a bit, a light sheening of perspiration coating my skin. “You.”
“Whoa,” he said again with a whistle.
I spun the chair back around and cursed, humiliated. This was not a conversation I wanted to have, especially with him.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I sure as hell never would have guessed it.”
My brows furrowing, I spun once more to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He snorted and motioned at the window. “Dude, you…” A nervous chuckled hitched the back of his throat. “I mean, you…” He huffed and pulled at his nape, his chin bowed so he was gazing through his lashes. “I never woulda guessed he was the only one.”
Narrowing my lids, I muttered, “Is that a good thing or bad thing?”
Snickering, his arms shrugged out, his palms slapping to his thighs. “I’m a self-professed homophobe and I begged you to fuck me.”
Heat shot to my head, a sudden inhale flaring my nostrils.
Staring him down a moment, I eventually heaved a sigh and looked away to take a drag.
“I got no business doing that to you, man. I’m all fucked in my head because of everything, and now you know about Billy and…
I ain’t got no business messing with you like that. ”
His profile to me, a muscle in his jaw flexed, his fingers tapping the corner of the mattress. “Yeah, probably.” His chin bowed, he added with a gravelly tone, “Don’t change the fact I ain’t been able to cum but twice since you first touched me.”
Excitement swirled my stomach and shallowed my breath. There was even a trace of disappointment and anger. “You came?” I almost snarled. When did that happen? I had not given him permission.
One shoulder lifted before he sat up and folded his arms. A knee bouncing, he grew visibly anxious.
“I mean, yeah, but the first time fucking hurt and the second.” His lips grew taut and he stiffly shook his head.
“The other I just felt really gross afterward,” he grumbled, uncrossing his arms to pick at the sheet.
“Gross? Why gross?”
He kept casting fleeting glimpses that wouldn’t last more than a few seconds. Barely above a whisper, he muttered, “It wasn’t you. It felt gross. Wrong.”
My heart lurched and I tingled everywhere, heat spreading throughout my system. Banging on my ribs, I was panting, emotions and thoughts clouding my brain. Setting the cigarette in the ashtray, I stood and slowly crossed the wide room, going more on instinct than common sense.
A couple feet away, Dash finally turned and gazed up at me, his chest heaving faster and faster.
When I was right in front of him, my fingers curled into my palm, my knuckles gliding over his cheek.
His pupils dilated, his irises glossing.
I hooked his nape and gently urged him to stand, our stare never breaking.
Bit by bit, I leaned in, my mouth hovering near his.
A pressure on my chest, I saw the red flags and heard the warning bells, but by this point, there was nothing to be done.
I was falling for Dash. Yet again, I was falling in love with a man I could never have, destroying an amazing friendship.
At my hesitancy, his chin jutted forward and he claimed the kiss I’d been holding back.
Neither of us closing our eyes, his tongue flicked against my teeth, prompting me to part them so it could sweep over mine.
One hand cupping the side of my neck, the other tucked beneath my tee shirt to splay across my back.
When he closed the tiny gap between us, his bulge pressed right against mine perfectly.
I groaned and finally gave in, closing my eyelids to eagerly kiss him back.
Dash grew aggressive, quickly, and stepped closer, causing me to stumble backward.
Eventually, the desk was behind my legs, trapping me.
Overwhelmed with a blazing lust that was startling, we were suddenly pawing at our jeans.
“Don’t you stop this, Vinny,” he growled, his hand plunging into my underwear.
I choked and froze, fisting the sides of his shirt. “Oh, fuck.”
Scattering kisses all over my face, he made his way to my ear and whispered, “We’re finishing this, goddamn it. Don’t you dare fucking stop this.”
Adamantly shaking my head, I shoved his jeans down and fisted his cock. Flicking my tongue out to lick his chin, I panted, “Ain’t nothing stopping this, Dash. Oh, fuck, oh shit, that feels so fucking good.”
Grabbing my shoulder, he spun me around, shoving me to my palms on the surface.
Tugging my jeans down, he spit on his fingers and tucked them between my cheeks.
My jaw fell and I grew lightheaded, dumbfounded that I was seconds from being fucked by a man that wasn’t Billy…
and felt no shame in doing so. In fact, I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been this turned on. I needed Dash’s cock inside me.
“Oh, fuck, baby, give it to me,” I wheezed, tugging my dick.
Aiming his head, he eased in with no trouble since my muscles were trained long ago.
Most of the times Billy and I had sex were in unexpected situations where lube wasn’t always available, so we’d just powered through to get that quickie.
It had been years since either of us had given resistance or felt discomfort.
“Oh…oh, my god, Vinny. Oh, my fucking god.” His forearm across my upper back, that hand fiercely gripping my shoulder while the other clung to my hip, his cock gradually parted my flesh to sink deeper and deeper. A husky chuckle rumbled his chest, followed with, “Oh, my god, yes.”
My eyes rolled and I shuddered, twisting my tip.
Having never been intimate with anyone other than one person, this new sensation was so foreign, yet so goddamn enjoyable.
Anxious, my muscles were clamping around him tightly, adding to the pleasure of him digging his way further inside my body.
“Shit, oh shit, that feels so fucking good, baby.”
His hips meshed with the curve of my ass and he fell forward, his face in my hair, his hot breaths tickling my neck. Another chuckle vibrated into my ribs, his cheek sliding against mine. “Jesus, why the fuck does this feel so fucking good? Oh, my god, Vinny, it’s amazing,” he laughed.
I snickered, as well, squeezing my dick harder. Craning my neck, I whispered, “Wait to we got some lube and I can fill your little pussy. You ain’t felt nothing yet, baby.”
Groaning, his eyelids closed, he grabbed my chin, yanked, and stretched his tongue for a sloppy kiss as he began pumping fast and hard. Our flesh clapping, he was losing control far too quickly for my liking, but that was to be expected after the edging I’d put him through the last couple weeks.
“Unh, ah shit!” he whimpered, breaking away.
An arm locking across my collarbones, he hugged me closer, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
“Oh, shit, I’m already so close, baby.” Another frantic laugh and he said, “Oh, my god, I can’t believe this is happening.
Unh, this is finally fucking happening.”
I smiled, standing upright a bit to reach behind. Holding his sides, one arm stretched further to cup a cheek and give a squeeze. “I want that nut, Dario. Fill my fucking pussy with that nut. I want a piece of you inside me forever.”
A husky groan rumbled from his chest, tickling my back. His jaw falling, I looked at the screens to adjust my sight so I could see his facial expressions better. Turned on even more, I moaned, stepping a leg out to widen my stance when I swayed.
“Oh, shit, you’re so fucking sexy, baby. Shit, you’re fucking beautiful, Dario. Oh, my god, put that seed inside me, make me yours.”
His lashes fluttered opened just a bit to reveal nothing but whites.
His hips clapping harder and faster, his cock was swelling.
Suddenly, all the playful laughter was gone as one of the huskiest groans I’d ever heard poured out of his mouth and tickled my ears.
“I’m there, baby. Oh, fuck, I’m cumming.
Don’t you dare stop this. Please, god, don’t stop,” he coughed.
I smiled and shook my head, digging my nails into his ass cheek. “I ain’t stopping nothing. I want that nut. Gimme that fucking nut, baby.”
Coughing and choking, his movements grew erratic, his strokes shortening.
He began trembling, sweat coating his body.
“I’m there…I’m…Ahg!” he whimpered, his face contorted.
“Oh, shit, I’m cumming, I’m actually cumming.
Oh, my fucking god, Vinny. I’m cumming and it feels so fucking good. Take it. Unh!”
He slammed deep and jerked, cum filling my ass. Grinning, stroking my cock, I continued to watch his expressions in the glare of the screen. My god, he was, by far, the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. “Yeah, baby, mm, that feels so good. You’re in me now, Dario. You’re a part of me.”
“Vinny,” he rasped, wrapping both arms around me so tightly, my ribs pinched. “Oh, shit, I’m still cummin—”
Gunshots echoed in the distance and my insides plummeted.
Abruptly stepping away to run to the window, Dash cried out, his orgasm still working through his body.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered, his voice croaking.
Staggering forward, he fell into the desk on a forearm, his forehead banging to the surface.
Gripping his dick still dripping cum, he grimaced in pain. “What the fuck is that?”
Panting, ice prickling my skin, I slowly turned to look at the monitors, searching the ones near the cave and lake. It being dark, there wasn’t much to see, but I started backing away, hiking my jeans to my waist. “Oh…shit.”
Another couple shots fired off and we both jumped, Dash trying to pull himself out of the ruined orgasm.
Pivoting on my heels, I turned and ran from the room, hurrying down the stairs so fast, I lost my footing and slammed into the wall.
Rounding the banister, I darted for the living room where Violetta and Tyler were.
“Vinny?” she whimpered, already crying. “What’s happening?”
“I…I don’t know, sis,” I croaked, staring at the windows, as well. Yanking the zipper into place, I gradually made my way to the blinds and dared to peek through the slats. Squinting, I looked one way then leaned to the other to search the right.
“Do you see anything?” Tyler whispered.
Dash practically fell into the living room, panicked, the whites showing around his irises. His hair tousled, a pistol was gripped in his hand, his finger lingering near the trigger. “What you see, Vin?”
“Nothing, “I don—”
Another series of gunshots went off, followed by a very muted scream. Violetta yelped and curled into Tyler’s chest, fisting his shirt, her teeth clattering. I cursed and dropped the blind, slowly walking backward to stand beside Dash.
“What the fuck?” he whispered, putting his hand on the back of my shoulder. “Was that Jackyl?”
I gulped, my chest heaving. “I…dunno. It…almost sounded like a fucking animal.”
An eerie quietness fell over the room as the four of us stood there, gawking at the windows with the stupid ass cartoons singing upbeat music from the television. It was a surreal moment, all of us moments from facing our mortality.
Violetta whimpered and reached to cut off the tv, but I threw my arm over my chest, my palm out.
“Don’t! He’s coming,” I added huskily with an ominous warning.
Licking my lips, I shrugged Dash’s hand off, taking a few more backward steps.
Looking at him then Tyler, I purposely avoided my sister. “It’s time, guys. Upstairs. Now.”
The atmosphere thick and melancholy, my soul was turning to stone. No more waiting, no more hiding. It was time to murder my best friend.