Chapter 5 #2
Very firmly yet deliberately, I stroked his length repeatedly, pulling the skin over his tip each time. Gradually standing to my full height, my head tipped as I studied his features. “Feels good, huh?”
Oh, my god, fuck that little pussy, Letta. Make me cum again. Oh, shit, shit, shit.
Violetta started moaning, too, so I glimpsed over my shoulder to find her straddling his leg, riding his thigh.
Oh, baby, yes. Mm, Tyler!
Dash’s eyes rolled to whites, and he stumbled forward a bit, his hand shifting from the chair to my shoulder. His nails digging through the tee shirt, his hot pants were now on my face. “Oh, shit,” he rasped.
“No one needs to know, man. Just relax.”
His eyelids closing, he grimaced and turned his head away. “Vin—”
Desperate to hear his moans again, all common sense shut down. My other hand tucked into his pants, stretched further, and pressed against his perineum.
“Oh, unh! Fuck!” he shouted, falling against me. “What the fuck is that?”
His forehead on my shoulder, he was shaking, his heavy pants on my chest. I turned so my mouth was against his ear, talking softly.
“Shh, just enjoy it, man.”
Shuddering, he bucked into my palm, but I had a feeling it was more instinctive than him actually giving in. Sucking on his teeth, his other hand was now gripping my side, his nails breaking my skin. “Oh, fuck, oh shit.”
Like the other night, a shudder rolled down my spine, breaking me out in goosebumps. “You sound sexy, Dash. You close?”
“I…I-I-I…don’t know. I ain’t…unh…never felt this…”
I pressed harder and widened the circles while pumping my fist faster.
My tongue snaked out and licked the curve of his ear before pulling his lobe between my teeth.
Emitting a husky groan, I removed my hand, wrapped it around his waist, and tucked it into his sweats again.
Wiggling my middle finger between his cheeks, I pressed against the tiny hole.
“Agh!” He violently jerked, nearly knocking me off balance. “Oh, fuck!” he whimpered, biting down on my shoulder.
I hissed but then broke out in goosebumps again, reveling the pain. My own eyes briefly rolling, I groaned and squeezed his dick harder. “Unh, yeah, bite down, yeah. Unh. You gonna cum for me, Dash? You gonna give me that nut?”
Violetta squealed, her moans getting louder while Tyler began grunting over and over. The bed was creaking, the headboard tapping the wall.
Fuck me, baby. Sit on my dick and fuck me. Cum on that dick.
Dash swayed, his mouth opening to his hot breaths. The hand on my side inched further around, his fingers splaying across my back. “Oh, shit.”
My thumb pressed into his slit, smearing the precum. Pressing harder against his hole, I was now brutally yanking, his cock swelling.
“You’re close,” I whispered on his ear, once again flicking my tongue out.
“Oh, shit, yeah,” he admitted, pulling me closer. “Unh, I’m gonna cum.”
Smirking, I continued to pump, his dick getting stiffer and swollen. He began shaking and coughing, jerking, thrusting, the wetness trickling over the web of my thumb. Matching Tyler’s grunts, he was seconds from exploding.
Abruptly, I withdrew both hands and stepped away. Grinning mischievously, I held his shocked stare and licked the precum off my skin. “I’m gonna get a beer. You want one?”
“What?” he nearly shrieked, cupping his throbbing dick.
“A beer. I’m thirsty.”
Coughing, he took an awkward step forward, bending over to lay his arm over the top of the chair, his forehead on his wrist. “What the fuck?” he whimpered, squeezing himself through the sweats.
I refrained the snicker and strutted out of the room, bounding down the steps.
Tyler and Violetta’s second orgasm rang through the walls as I rounded the corner into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
Plucking a beer from the shelf, I twisted off the cap and chugged a good portion, washing away some very delicious precum.
Leaning against the island, my hand shoved into the front of my jeans to rearrange my hardon.
Since the moment I became aware of sex and lust, I had only ever had eyes for Billy.
I wasn’t stupid, I knew Rebecca wasn’t the first woman he’d been with.
I may be the only man, but he’d had several female lovers.
I, on the other hand, had only ever let someone suck me off. Once. When I was in jail. Otherwise, I had stayed committed to him, to my own detriment. Since I’d not touched my cell mate when he was giving me oral, Dash was only the second dick I’d ever touched in my life, other than my own.
Tilting my head to stare at the ceiling toward Dash’s room, I smirked, embracing this new enjoyment. It was refreshing to be attracted to someone new, a whole new form of excitement. Maybe Dash was the man I was looking for. A little more edging and I’d have him eating out the palm of my hand.
The smile faded and I looked down at the bottle. Would he be strong enough to take a stand, however, or was I setting myself up for another failure? I was too old to make the same mistake twice. I was ready to settle down.
Already, that quiet voice in my head was uttering warnings.
I was still hung up on Billy and, as far as he was concerned, our relationship was as it always had been.
He had no idea I was mentally pulling away.
More than half of my life had been devoted to loving that man, waiting patiently for my turn to be a part of his future.
Dash was still in mourning. It had only been about two weeks since I’d buried his wife after he’d killed her during a fight about her affair with a rival gang member.
Since meeting him, he had gone through one relationship after another, but Mary had been the love of his life.
Eighteen days was far too soon for him to be willing to not only consider something new, but tempt him to cross the line of sleeping with another man.
Neither one of us were in a good place to entertain even fooling around. I was too vulnerable and eager for a commitment, and he was too fresh in his grief. If I started anything, I was setting myself up for failure and taking advantage of one of my closest friends.
Dash was a straight man, a very straight, homophobic man.
Curious, but still discriminatory against gays.
I couldn’t fool myself into thinking something could happen between us when, more than likely, as soon as we returned to the real world in Alabama, things would go back to normal.
In fact, I should back off so as not to make things awkward when we went home.
“Shit.”
Shoving off, I pocketed a hand and strolled down the couple steps to the family room.
Rounding the corner at the end of the lengthy brick fireplace, I went to the sofa in the living room and plopped down, propping my feet on the coffee table.
All I wanted was my own person, a companion, a forever partner.
Now that I was finally admitting that would never be Billy, I was latching on to the very first person I found attractive since I was fifteen. Even I recognized my own red flags.
I was an idiot. At this stage in my life, I should just give it up and focus on the Serpents.
Once Jackyl was gone, I had big shoes to fill.
There wouldn’t be any time to waste on a relationship.
I certainly wouldn’t have time to convince a straight, bigoted man to fall in love with me and promise his future.
Sinking lower in the cushion, I stared at the blank television.
I’d spent my entire adult life deceiving myself over one man, I’ll be damned if I dive headfirst into that stupidity again.
I just needed to stay the hell away from Dash and keep our relationship as it always had been.
Brotherhood. I just was not meant for anything more.