Chapter 11
Vincent da Silva
“You sure you don’t wanna just be by yourself tonight?”
I was hotboxing my cigarette, already on my third in less than ten minutes.
Squinting through my rage, I was trembling head to toe, searching each and every monitor, but Jackyl was nowhere in sight.
What the hell was taking him so long? He had to know where we were.
Why give Eddie the secret phone if not to track his whereabouts?
He was playing with us, and I was ready to end this fucking game.
Like in the tradition of hunters when they kill their first deer, I wanted to eat his fucking heart.
I wanted to rip it from his chest with my bare hands and tear it to pieces with my teeth so I could shit it out because that’s all he was. Shit.
“Hey.”
A hand touched my shoulder, snatching me from the red haze. My heart lurching, I swirled the chair and reared my fist back, only seeing Jackyl’s disgusting face. As I swung, Dash shouted, “Holy shit,” and dropped to a squat, my fist missing by inches.
I tumbled forward a bit, the burst of energy zapping the hatred enough to allow clarity into my brain. My jaw gaping, I gawked at him on his knees, looking up at me with a blanched complexion, eyes bulging, his mouth parted on pants.
“Jesus, fuck, man. Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.”
“What the fuck is your problem, Vin?” he shouted back.
“I’m sorry. Oh, shit, I’m so sorry. I…I-I-I…My head’s all fucked up right now, Dash. Christ, I’m so fucking sorry.”
He gulped a breath, a hand pressing to his chest. “Jesus, you damn near gave me a heart attack.”
Despite the situation, I snickered and took a drag. “You act like you ain’t never been hit before. Why you being a little bitch?”
“Because it’s you!” he blurted, waving a palm in my direction.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You forget I was there when you punched that guy in ‘Dega.”
My eyelids rounded slightly at the memory. We’d gone to a NASCAR event, some white supremacist got a little too snarky for my liking toward a white man and his black wife, so I’d followed him to the bathroom and taken care of his attitude.
“One punch. Pow!” he said, slapping his fist to his palm. “Nose bashed into his skull, dead before he hit the floor.” He snorted and shook his head. “I ain’t ready to die, Vin, gotta say.”
My system began to slow as my focus roamed his features.
Though very inappropriate, I couldn’t help but appreciate the way he looked right now; on his knees in front of me, looking up, breathless.
My head tilting, I pulled a long, slow breath, arousal tickling my nuts, my dick hardening.
Would he be good at giving head? I’d heard him and Mary go at it a few times, she seemed to enjoy his aggression by the way she screamed at the top of her lungs. Would he make me scream just as loud?
“Vin,” he croaked, drawing my attention back to his eyes. They were glazed, the whites showing around his irises. Panting a little harder, his complexion was darkening.
Without even thinking about what I was saying, my chin jutted forward and I muttered, “Suck my dick, Dash.”
Taken aback, he turned ghostly white and leaned away. “What?” he wheezed.
That odd, aggressive dominance I’d been experiencing since my attraction to him surfaced, I lunged forward and seized a fistful of his hair at the back of his skull.
While he grabbed my wrist, trying to pry me off, I quickly pulled my dick out my sweats.
“I said,” I seethed through gritted teeth and scooted the chair closer.
Both hands on either side of his head, I shoved him forward. “Suck my dick.”
Before he could say another word, my cock forced its way into his mouth. He retched and jerked, his back rising, his tongue rolling out underneath. Spit dribbling, his palms pressed on my thighs as he continued to gag and heave.
“Ah, shit,” Dash. Unh, suck it. C’mon, suck it.”
He tried to shake his head, his teeth grazing my flesh adding to the pleasure.
My eyes rolling slightly, a long, husky groan shook my chest. I hopped to my feet, one hand curled around under his jaw, the other the back of his head.
He was banging his fists, trying to wiggle away, but I kept pace until he was trapped against the wall beneath the window.
Incapable of getting away now, I gripped the frame and began fucking his mouth.
The gurgling sounds he made only got me hotter, breaking me out in goosebumps while making me sweat. Every once in a while, his esophagus would open enough for my tip, causing his tongue to instinctively wrap around my width.
My chin on my chest, I glared down at him past my flared nostrils. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Close your mouth and suck it properly. Be a good boy, Dash, and I’ll make you cum.”
His sight darted to mine, his eyelids rounding even further.
My heart skipped a beat and I snickered. “Yeah, you liked hearing that? You want me to make you nut? I’ll make you cum so fucking hard, baby, just suck my dick like a good boy. Lemme fuck that mouth like a pussy.”
His brows arching, he whimpered, but closed his mouth, his fingers curling to fists around the hem of my sweats. Moving awkwardly, he kept nicking me with his teeth on accident but was definitely trying to give head properly.
My tone slow and gravelly, I coaxed him along. “It’s okay, shh. Just relax, it ain’t that hard. Just close your mouth and I’ll do the rest.”
He emitted another pathetic whimper and closed his eyelids, obeying everything I ordered him to do. My toes curling into the carpet, I started humping, reveling the gurgles.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Unh, you’re so fucking sexy right now, Dash. Oh, shit, I ain’t never been this fucking turned on.”
A second time, his eyelids snapped wide to look up at me.
The corner of my mouth curling, I chuckled and tenderly raked a hand through his hair, my weight leaning into a forearm on the window’s frame. “Fucking, christ, Dario, you gotta be the finest man I ever seen. Jesus, you look so hot with my dick in your mouth.”
He moaned, he actually moaned, the gloss returning to his eyes.
No longer fighting at all, he was doing his best, giving his first ever blow job.
My jaw falling, I coughed and shuddered at the ecstasy, my fingers once again curling around the back of his head.
Rocking faster, I was rapidly tumbling over the edge.
“Goddamn, Dario, you’re taking that nut so fast. Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum.”
Losing control, I began brutally fucking his throat, my brain not even acknowledging he wasn’t trained enough for this.
His gagging falling on deaf ears, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I was just riding the wave of desire.
My orgasm hitting with the suddenness and intensity of a bolt of lightening, I threw my head back, howled, and slammed straight down into his esophagus.
My cock twitching, cum poured as a shiver undulated down my spine.
Unable to handle the brutality, he jerked violently and retched, vomit spewing forth, pouring down his chin to stain his shirt.
My eyes rolling to black, I shuddered yet again, grabbed the sides of his head, and fucked him like I would an actual ass.
Grunting with each slam, he puked again, his nails scraping and tearing at my hips and thighs.
The foam dripping off his chin, I thrust hard and howled from the pit of my stomach with a second release.
“Fuck!” I shouted, dragging the word out, my forehead falling against the wooden blinds.
My energy spent, I let go, my palms slapping to the frame.
My eyelids closed, I was panting, doing nothing as he threw himself to the side, releasing my cock.
It swung low between my thighs over the sweatpants, the cold air tickling my flesh.
“Jesus,” I breathed, shaking my head. “Jesus…fuck…Dario. Oh, shit, ain’t no one sucked my dick that goddamn good before.”
He was coughing and gagging, using his shirt to wipe at his face. Rolling to his back, he was gasping, his arms spread out, sweat sheening his purple face. “What the fuck, man? I fucking puked, Vin.”
I snickered and gradually stood upright, tucking myself back into my pants. “Like I said, you the best I ever had.”
His head lifting, he gulped loudly, his brows creasing. “Hey, uh…you…y-you…s-s-said…” He swallowed again and licked his lips. “You’d make me cum, too.”
Smirking, I snatched my smokes from the table. Lighting one, I threw them and the zippo back to the surface. “I will,” I stated, strolling for the door.
Panicked, he sat up to his elbows, adamantly shaking his head.
“Soon.”
“Vinny, no!” he whimpered, clutching his dick that I was just now noticing was not only hard, but the front of his sweats were damp with precum. Seemed as if I wasn’t the only one who’d gotten turned on during that whole scenario.
Winking and jutting my chin, I said, “When I make you cum, Dario, you ain’t never gonna want no one else but me. I’m gonna wreck you, boy.”
He whimpered, tugging at his crotch. “Vinny, please.”
Heat rushed through my veins and I groaned, my bottom lip pulling between my teeth.
“That’s good,” I said, my voice husky with desire.
“That sounds good, baby. When I’m making you cum, say that.
Beg me,” I added in a lower tone. “The better you beg, the harder I’ll make you cum.
The better I’ll make you feel, sweetheart. ”
Stunned, he stopped breathing and just gawked, no longer moving, at all.
I blew a kiss and stepped out of the room, quietly closing the door.
Prancing down the stairs, I went to the kitchen to get a beer.
As I rounded the corner, I could hear growls and grunts coming from the master suite and chuckled under my breath.
Swinging open the door, I got a beer, closed it, and tucked the cigarette between my lips.
“Get that nut, sis. Make him your bitch.”
Right as I said that, Tyler exploded, his growl almost animalistic. Very faintly, I could make out her garbled cries, leaving me to guess he was either choking her or had her mouth covered so as not to wake the kids.
Plucking the cigarette, I downed a good portion of the beer, wondering what Dash was doing upstairs. If he was a really good boy, he was cleaning up the mess.
A frown slowly tugged my mouth, the bottle lowering. Where was this dominance coming from? The aggression? I wasn’t like this with Billy. Sure, whomever was in charge at the moment was domineering, but not like this. We always took turns being in charge.
My head tipped to stare up at the ceiling in the direction of his room.
We’d never treated one another like I had been treating Dash.
Was this something new, just for him, or was this something that had always been rooted deep inside, but since I’d never explored my sexuality, it had been hidden?
Or, was this my subconscious way of dealing with my attraction while being ashamed because I was committed to another man?
My heart heavy, I strolled out of the kitchen and down into the living room, throwing myself to the sectional.
Sinking low on the cushions, I picked up the remote and turned on the television, cartoons immediately blasting.
Clucking my teeth, I flipped through the channels blindly, not really seeing anything.
I had no idea who I was. I was a Serpent, and I was Billy’s secret. Other than those two aspects, who the hell was Vincent da Silva? What did I want, what were my inner most desires?
My arm rotated to look at the small tattoo on the inside of my elbow.
Just below the tail of the Serpent that wrapped around my entire arm, was a small tattoo, the exact same one Billy had on his bicep.
The Roman numerals of 2003, the year we fell in love and promised ourselves to one another the rest of our lives, with a sprig of lavender twined through.
We’d gotten them after we graduated high school.
The tattoos his idea, I had no idea at the time he’d convinced me to permanently brand myself as his secret.
He knew what the lavender sprigs meant, but until he popped up with his first girlfriend, I’d been clueless.
When confronted, he’d assured me nothing was different, I was still the love of his life, but it was time I find my own woman and build my life as expected.
Tucking the bottle between my thighs, my fingers rubbed over the ink, memory after memory swarming my thoughts.
I was breaking my promises, I was betraying him by messing around with Dash.
If Billy knew I was attracted to someone else and encouraging a sexual relationship, it would crush him.
After finding out I’d gotten a blowjob when I was in prison, he’d lost his mind and threatened to kill himself if anyone ever touched me again.
“Shit,” I whispered, bringing the cigarette to my mouth for a long drag.
For the millionth time since the attraction sparked, I told myself I needed to back off from whatever the hell was happening between me and Dash.
Not only was I ruining our friendship, I was being unfaithful to the love of my life.
It wasn’t right, I couldn’t do this to Billy.
Burdened with the weight that was getting heavier every year, I dropped my cigarette into the bottle, set it on the coffee table, and slouched low into the cushions. Going numb, everything inside shut down. I hated my fucking life.