Chapter 32
Dario “Dash” Mangiacavallo
It had hurt like hell, but with the aid of the wheelchair Vincent had bought, I managed to get him to my bed.
After lying on the deck in the rain for nearly an hour, I finally convinced him to come inside, but he’d gotten frantic again, losing his goddamn mind.
Since he knew where my stash was and I was afraid he’d try to get to it, I had slipped him a couple benzos to knock him out.
To my surprise, the drugs hit him hard and super fast, his heavy body hitting the floor with a thud that literally shook the walls.
My hands on my sides, I stared down at him passed out, his head at an awkward angle.
I had no idea how long he’d be out. He was double the size of Mary, so I’d given double the amount, but that didn’t necessarily mean he’d be out for two hours like her.
So…what next? What happened when he woke up?
Would he freak out again? How the hell did I keep him calm?
At least calm enough that he wouldn’t try to harm himself?
Huffing, I sat on the edge of the mattress, my forearm leaning on his chest so I could hold the side of his face. Christ, I couldn’t imagine what he was going through. If I were in his shoes, and Vincent had been Billy, I would…My heart sank at just the thought, coldness sweeping through my system.
“Don’t you dare…ever,” I rasped, swallowing past the constriction in my throat. “Jesus, Vinny.”
Horrific images kept flickering in my mind from Georgia and I cringed.
On replay, I saw Jackyl’s head snapping backward when I shot him between the eyes, his finger instinctively pulling the trigger that sent Vincent to the floor.
Thinking he had been killed, I had stood in the doorway, paralyzed with terror.
In that lingering moment that felt like an eternity, my brain kept fast forwarding the next couple decades of living a life without him, and all I had wanted to do was die, too.
My chest tightened, those sensations of utter desolation surfacing. I actually did know how he was feeling right now, only I had a miracle, he didn’t. Billy was dead, Vincent was still alive.
Curious, I checked the wound. The stitches were already dissolved, leaving behind slightly puckered, purple scar tissue that was gradually fading.
That scene playing yet again in my mind’s eye, my fingers grazed the lesion before my palm dragged upward to where I had felt his broken ribs when I first got released from the hospital.
That, too, was healing, the bumps smoothing out.
My pulse picked up as my sight roamed over his torso.
Though I’d seen him stripped down to nothing several times over the years, he’d always just been my friend.
Looking at him now was different. Visually tracing the tattoos, the tanned skin, the slight indentions to his abs was very pleasing and I was getting turned on.
So much, I found myself touching him everywhere, needing to know what he felt like.
No inhibitions, no concerns, and no interruptions, I explored Vincent’s body, pushing upward to circle my thumbpad over a nipple.
It hardened and, for some reason, that sent me reeling. I’d never thought much about a male’s nipples before. Did they give pleasure like they did to women? Glancing over my shoulder, my stomach flipped that he was getting hard. Apparently, they did.
Staring at his face, I slowly bent over, hesitated, but then flicked my tongue out to circle it. Astonishingly, even with the sparse layer of hair, it wasn’t off-putting. In fact, I grew even more turned on. Groaning, I closed my eyelids, latched on, and circled the tip of my tongue.
Lust heated my flesh, making everything inside shake. Groping myself through my sweats, my palm inched lower and cupped the seam of his jeans. Rubbing, I sat up, my breathing labored. Still massaging his erection, I touched the side of his face, gazing at him with longing.
Why did I want him so much? A man, a goddamn man? Right now, I should be trying to bury my dick in Janelle, for she’d been on my ass since I called her to come get me from Vincent’s. Pussy and tits, that’s what should be getting me hard right now, not a fucking man.
Yet, every time I remembered the things he did to me in Georgia, I got hard.
The last couple days since feeling a little stronger, I’d tried to masturbate, but, again, found no satisfaction.
No dry orgasm, nothing, just friction, chafing, and blue balls.
Several times now, we’d messed around and every single time, we’d been interrupted or he’d walked away, leaving me left yearning for more.
Every time but the last, in the shower. His cock rolling around mine, his lips on my skin, his heat, his smell, his gravelly words, fuck!
By the time I was breaking with an orgasm, not one inch of my body hurt.
The release had been cathartic, easing the pressure in my nuts and my mind.
My cum pouring over our dicks, his body rocking against mine, had set me free from chains I’d never even known shackled me.
And now I needed more, I needed more of that energy.
Quickly snatching my phone off the nightstand to check the time, I tossed it back and rose to my knees.
My nerves prickling, my stomach was shaking as I hastily fumbled with his jeans.
Paying no attention to the muscles protesting my sudden movements, I scrambled to my feet, hurried to the end of the bed, and jerked the damp denim and briefs down his legs, throwing them to the floor.
Wheezing for a full breath, I stared at his face and lowered to my knees between his legs.
“Vinny?” I whispered and nudged his thigh. Getting no response, I spoke a little louder. “Hey, Vinny.”
Nothing. He was out cold.
An urgency coming about me, I bent over and swallowed as much of his dick as I could, groaning at his tangy taste.
Recalling the way he made me feel that night he forced me to suck his dick, I grew lightheaded and almost feral, gagging myself on his tip.
Retching, I sat up and gasped, wiping the spit from my mouth.
As much as I wanted to repeat that night, now was not the time.
It would be impossible to clean everything up before he regained consciousness.
I scooted closer and sank to my haunches.
Picking up his heavy legs, I tugged him closer, hiking them over my thighs.
Spitting on my fingers, still studying his face, I tucked them between his cheeks and smeared the wetness.
All too easily, they slid inside his hot, tight ass and a husky moan slipped past my lips.
“Fuck, Vinny. That pussy has been trained good.”
Out of nowhere, I found myself envious, wishing my ass could take a dick just as easily.
As it was, because I’d never had full penetration, it would probably take a lot of lube and pain before his dick got all the way inside.
I had a feeling, if we’d had lube that night, I would have been bent over the desk and not him.
Another groan rumbled from my chest. Inching even closer, I finally looked down so I could line up my dick.
Gripping just beneath the head, I rubbed it up and down, circling while pushing forward.
On the first try, I eased inside and my jaw hit my chest. My eyes rolling to black, I choked on a cough, ecstasy riddling my body to the point I forgot about my wounds.
“Oh…shit,” I whispered, falling into my fists at his sides. My forehead dropping to the center of his chest, I froze, partially buried, and just savored the moment. I didn’t get the chance to take my time that night because emotions were high and we’d been lost to the desire.
Now, I had nothing but time. No one was going to stop us, and he wasn’t conscious to back away. I was actually going to be able to enjoy this to the fullest and finish a proper orgasm. I was going to get to properly breed this pussy.
That thought had me dizzy with arousal and something switched deep inside.
Gritting my teeth, I slammed deep, my hips crashing into his.
That movement reminded me of my injuries, however, so I paused, sweat beading my forehead.
Glimpsing up at his face, I was afraid he’d wake, so I bit down and powered through the discomfort.
Thrusting faster and faster, I broke out in goosebumps at the feel of his muscles clamping around my dick.
Getting deeper than I had that night, I stilled and ground against him, lifting his hips from the mattress a bit.
Pulling out some, his ass sank back to the sheets, his cock twitching on his lower abdomen.
“Goddammit, Vinny,” I panted, leaning to one fist to pinch my nipple. Dumbfounded, I choked again, my toes curling at the pleasure that rippled through my system. “Oh, fuck, unh.”
So, yes. Men enjoyed that as much as women. Jesus, what else had I been missing out on all these years?
You know, the man’s g-spot is in his prostate. If you ain’t never had an orgasm from there, you ain’t never truly cum, Dash.
A wave washed over me and I lost control. The pain getting too severe, I could no longer drag this out. Rising to my knees, I held onto his waist and pounded into him, the headboard tapping the wall. His head lolled side to side, a thin stream of precum pooling at his slit.
“Oh, god, yes. Unh, this feels so fucking good.”
I fell into the haze, abandoning all doubts and inhibitions. Lost to the desire, I sped up, grunting in both pleasure and agony. “Unh, Vinny. That’s a good fucking pussy. Oh, shit, I want that dick in my ass. Oh, my god, I want you to fuck my ass so fucking hard.”
My stomach coiled and my balls tightened.
Looking down, his cock was flexing, cum spurting up to his chest. Moaning, I fell over the edge and broke.
Jerking and coughing, I exploded, cum pouring into his ass, filling him because there was so much.
Every time I thought it was done, my dick twitched and more shot out.
“Oh, fuck,” I actually croaked, falling forward, my face on his chest. “Oh, fuck, Vinny, that pussy got me fucked up. Oh, shit, oh my god.”
Well over a minute ticked by before my cock stilled and began to tingle as it softened.
My muscles giving out, I collapsed on top of him, panting, gulping air into my cold lungs.
Groaning at the agony that stress brought to my body, I forced myself to get off him, flopping to my back next to him.
A little further down the mattress, my feet were hanging off the end, my head on his bicep.
I left him because I love you and now he’s dead. Because I fucking love you, he’s dead.
My pulse skipped and I craned my neck to peer up at his profile. Did he mean it? Was he truly in love with me? He was so distraught when he said it, I seriously doubted he was in the frame of mind to say something that wasn’t authentic. Besides, he’d never lied to me before, why would he start now?
Rising to my elbow, I cupped his cheek and gently tugged so I could see his whole face. It was a fucking honor that this man was in love with me. After learning about this Billy guy, to know he loved me after only ever loving him was a fucking honor.
My strength draining, I cursed under my breath and forced myself to get out of bed so I could clean him up and redress him before he woke. Limping to the bathroom to get a towel, I returned but stood there a moment, just staring at this large, naked man lying in my bed.
“Fuck,” I whispered, prickles running down the length of my spine. That looked fucking amazing.
My focus paused on the cum on his chest and my mouth began to water.
Lowering to my knee, I bent over and winced, my arm curling around my stomach.
Snaking my tongue out, I lapped up every drop, making myself dizzy with lust all over.
Though I wanted nothing more than to bury myself deep inside him again and fuck my own cum out his ass, I had neither the time nor the energy.
I’d strained my body too much and had no idea how much longer the benzos would last.
“Dammit.”
Disappointed, I crawled off the bed and wiped at his stomach, then tucked the cloth between his legs to dig my jizz from his ass.
Dropping it to the mattress, I cried out in anguish to gather his underwear and jeans from the floor.
Feeling them almost dry, I began to panic, realizing I’d taken longer than I’d thought.
Working through the pain, I rushed to fully dress him, pulling the zipper right as he emitted a small, breathy moan.
A sudden inhale hitching the back of my throat, I bolted to my feet and froze, my arm crossed over my torso.
Holding my breath until my lungs burned, I waited for him to settle back down before moving, not ready for him to wake just yet.
When it was safe to make noise, I snatched the towel and went to my bathroom as quickly as I could.
Quietly closing the door, I went to the black, granite countertop and turned on the water.
I stared down at the towel, my heartbeat racing wildly. Glancing at the door, I pressed my face into the softness and pulled a slow, deep breath, inhaling his scent. Lightheaded with arousal, I swayed with a long, guttural groan. “Fuck.”
I dropped it to the floor, leaned forward, and splashed water on my face. Gripping the edge of the sink, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I just bred a man’s ass and loved every fucking minute. I wanted more. My insides sank and I paled, my eyelids rounding.
“Oh, shit. I’m gay.”