Chapter 18
Vincent da Silva
My heart was racing with anticipation, excitement fluttering my stomach.
Gripping the kids’ hands harder than intended, my breathing was shallowing, waiting for that shiny black door to open.
When it did and Rebecca was standing before me, a surge of adrenaline hit my veins, flushing me so hot, perspiration immediately sheened my forehead.
She was around five foot eight with a perfect, hourglass figure thanks to the boob job her husband bought her while they were still dating.
Her skin a gold tan, she had a heart shaped face with wide, light brown eyes, a long, thin nose, and thick, full lips that were spread in a bright smile.
By far, she was the absolute, most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on, inside and out.
“Hey, you,” she sang, tucking her bleached blonde hair behind an ear. “Been a while.”
I let go of Edwina’s hand and met her halfway for a hug. “Hey. Thanks for helping me out. I know it’s short notice, but—”
“Oh, please.” She stood upright then squatted to look at the kids. “Hello, you two. My name is Rebecca. You must be Eddie, and you have to the Edwina.”
They turned into my leg, hiding from the stranger.
My pulse banging at my eardrums, I peeked behind her into the house but didn’t see any movement. Petting their heads, I coughed and looked down, unable to avoid gazing down her cleavage. Tearing my focus away, I stammered a bit. “Hey, uh…g-g-guys. It’s okay. You’re gonna like it here.”
“Of course, they are,” she teased, rising to her full height. Her hands on her wide hips, she leaned to one leg. “I just made some extra chocolatey brownies. I’m about to have a bowl with some vanilla ice cream, caramel drizzle, and whipped cream. You two wanna join?”
Just that easily, their hesitation was gone, their little faces glowing.
In awe, Edwina whispered, “Caramel?”
“Whipped cream, too?” Eddie cried, vibrating with just the concept of that major sugar rush.
“You want a cherry on top, too?”
“Yes!” Edwina piped in but then shrunk, covering her mouth.
Rebecca winked and motioned them in. “You can’t really have a dessert like this without a cherry. You are a girl after my own heart. C’mon, let’s go.”
We stepped into the long, narrow foyer and I closed the door. She ushered them toward the kitchen, craning her neck to peer back at me. “Billy’s in the garage, tinkering on that dang bike again.”
My eyelids rounded, everything inside sinking. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mm hm. Now you ain’t leaving here before you’ve had a bowl of brownies and ice cream, too, y’hear?”
I forced a smile and jutted my chin, pausing at the door that led to the garage. “Okay. We’ll be in in a bit. Gonna see if I can help him a bit.”
She blew a kiss and disappeared around the corner to the kitchen, chatting away to the kids.
Licking my lips, they pursed with a ragged exhale as I turned the knob and stepped down into the garage.
A large, industrial fan was set up in the corner, blowing cool air around the closed in area, music blasting from a speaker on the shelf.
Closing the door, I held my breath, my muscles tight while I gradually made my way around the four door, lifted pickup truck.
On the other side, squatting next to an old Harley, was Billy. His blond hair was pulled back in a messy bun, a couple strands falling around his sweaty face. Wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, the white tank top was stained with grease, showing off his thick muscles heavily tattooed.
My focus zeroed in on one on his bicep, recalling the day he got it.
Fresh out of high school, we’d gone to a friend of a friend who was new in his apprenticeship at a local shop.
Setting up in his living room since it wasn’t legal at the business, he’d put the permanent mark on his arm.
Roman numerals to represent a specific date with a lavender sprig woven between the lines.
That may have been his first, but it had not been his last, not by a long shot.
Yet, no matter what he got, he never covered it up, nor had he tried to hide it amongst the other ink.
So many changes since he got that brand. In my mind’s eye, I saw a long, lanky, pale arm swollen red with the fresh ink slowly transforming over the years to the dark tanned bicep with the bulging muscles it was today. It was his biggest secret visible for everyone to see, but not know.
He stood and tossed the tool on top of the others, wiping his arm across his forehead. In the process, he spotted me and froze. Swiping the rag hanging from the truck’s sideview mirror, he wiped his hands and turned to face me fully.
“Damn, Vinny. It’s been way too long since you’ve stopped by for a visit.”
My stomach cramping with nerves, I stiffly nodded and inched closer. “Yeah, sorry it’s because I need a favor.”
He snorted and tossed the rag to the seat of the bike.
“What, are you kidding? Ain’t complaining.
” He smiled and strolled closer. Speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music and fan, he added, “Anything to get you here,” grabbed the front of my shirt, and yanked me behind the truck.
A second later, his lips were crushing down on mine, his tongue sweeping deep.
I groaned and slumped against the back passenger door, gripping the sides of his thick neck. The scent of his sweat combined with the grease was intoxicating, the taste of his kiss getting me drunk. It had been far too long.
Breaking away, our noses still touching, he was gazing deep into my eyes, his hot pants on my face. “Where’s Becca?”
“In the kitchen with the kids.”
Snarling, he reclaimed my lips and frantically tugged at my jeans.
Lust scorching through my veins, my cock got hard, my hand dipping into his sweats to fist his.
He grunted and thrust, shoving my jeans down and spinning me around.
Slamming me into the door, his forearm pressed against my shoulder blades, he spit on his fingertips, tucked them between my cheeks, and rubbed them at the tiny hole.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned, my palms spread over the window. I jutted my hips to give him better access, my eyelids closing.
His mouth near my ear, he grumbled, “Don’t you dare fucking cum, Vinny.”
Dizzy, my forehead banged to the window, tingles spreading down my spine. He guided his cock into place, added a bit of pressure, and then slammed deep.
“Fuck!” I shouted and then bit down on my tongue.
He chuckled, grinding his hips against my ass. “Nice and tight, as always. You give this pussy to anyone else?”
“Fuck, no, man. You know better than that.”
Grabbing the back of my neck, he forced me to look over my shoulder at his scowl. “You been in any pussy since we last fucked?”
“No,” I muttered, the grief of our relationship setting off the internal alarms.
Smirking, holding my hip, he thrust hard, shoving me against the side of the truck, making it rock. I grunted, instinctively pushing back in response. “Good boy. You know who you belong to, don’t you?”
I gulped the knot in my throat. “Yes.”
The smile vanishing, he pinned me into the truck, stretching his neck to kiss me, and pounded away.
His cock was stretching my muscles, its thickness stuffing me whole.
Rebecca and the kids completely forgotten, I groaned, succumbing to the desire.
The orgasm approaching, I had to squeeze the head of my cock and twist, using the pain to stave it off a bit.
“Unh, fuck, yeah,” he panted, sliding his arms around my torso, hugging me close to his frame. “Fuck, baby, I miss you so much.”
“I’m already so close, Billy. Cum in me, I can’t hold it off.”
“Right there, baby. I’m there,” he croaked, speeding up. “Oh, shit, Vinny. I’m cumming. Oh, my god, baby, I’m cumming.” His movements more erratic and hasty, a growl rumbled from his chest into my back, tickling my ear. “Unh!” he hissed, his cock only partially in as it spilled everything he had.
I slumped against the truck, my pants fogging the window. Billy pulled out, so I clenched my muscles to hold the cum. He spun me around, dropped to his knees, and scoffed me all the way to the back of his throat, gagging and retching right away.
“Oh, shit!” I cried, fisting his hair. “Unh, god, baby, you look so good sucking that dick. Oh, fuck yeah, Billy.”
I pushed off the truck, held the sides of his head, and fucked his mouth urgently, knowing we only had a few minutes before Rebecca came looking for us. We had taught ourselves years ago to orgasm quickly since we never had privacy more than fleeting, stolen moments.
Why did he have to marry her? He wasn’t in love with Rebecca, he was in love with me.
He always had been. So, the fuck what, if people knew we were gay?
How was marrying a woman to hide that going to solve anything?
One of these days, she was going to want kids with him.
They already had a strained sexual relationship because he didn’t want pussy.
Not hers, anyway. He wanted my pussy, the pussy he’d trained since we were fifteen.
Snatching him off by his bun, I bent over, seething.
Lowering to my knees, as well, I viciously shoved him to his hands, yanked down his sweats, and rammed my dick into his ass with very little resistance because I’d trained his, as well.
Holding his hips, our flesh was clapping, my thrusts rapid and brutal.
“Oh, god, oh, fuck, baby. Unh, you fuck me so good, Vinny. I’m gonna cum again.”
Emotions rushing to my head, I buried my fingers in the bun, snatched his head back as far as it would go, and sped up, my cock swelling in the tightness of his hot, firm ass.
My jaw gaping, I coughed, my gut knotting.
“Oh, god, baby,” I grunted, prickles running across my skin to break me out in goosebumps. “Squeeze that ass, take that nut.”
“Harder, unh, harder, baby,” he begged, leaning to one fist to pull his dick.