Chapter 34
Vincent da Silva
Sorrow pulled me from my slumber, ripping me out of a wonderful dream where Dash and I were still in that house in Georgia, but there was no danger, no blood, no death, just me and him, loving, kissing, touching.
Tears springing to my eyes while they were still closed, I started to give in to the grief, but froze when I felt firm, warm lips on mine.
Snorting, I jostled and snatched my eyes wide, gawking at him hovering above, a hand on the side of my face.
What the hell? Why was he kissing me? Why was I not kissing him back?
Shoving Billy to the recesses of my mind, I groaned and swirled my tongue against his. Continuing to stare at him, I hesitantly touched his side, exhilarated to find nothing but smooth flesh. Timidly traveling lower, my stomach flipped over when my fingers curled around his beautiful cock.
He broke away but didn’t put distance between us, his hot pants tickling my face. “God, yes, don’t you dare fucking stop this, Vin. I swear to god, you better not stop this.”
Breaking out in goosebumps, I nipped his bottom lip and squeezed a little harder, pulling his cock down.
Feeling flesh against flesh, my head snatched off the pillow to see I was fully naked.
We both were. Lust rippling through my system, adrenaline shot to my brain and I groaned, dropping my head back onto the pillow.
His lashes lifting, he stared into my eyes and stretched his arm, patting around the nightstand. Pushing up on his other fist, a trace of fear flickered through his smoldering stare, his throat constricting.
“What? What’s wrong?” I muttered, afraid he was having second thoughts.
He moved away a bit, his cock withdrawing from my hold. My brows shot upward, the excitement sinking. His features twisted in pain, and he laid on his back, holding up a bottle of lube. “I need it,” he whispered, though his tone shook.
An invisible fist slammed into my gut, knocking the wind from my lungs. Slowly raking my sight along him, I examined his wounds, wondering if he could handle this right now. All I had was a deep but superficial injury and broken ribs, and I was struggling against the hurt.
“We’ll take it slow, okay? If it hurts, if anything hurts, you say something and we stop—”
“We ain’t stopping this time, Vin. Promise me. We ain’t stopping.”
“Where’s Piera?”
“I sent her to spend the night with Janelle. I cut off both our phones and locked all the doors in my house. No interruptions.”
My pulse racing, I stiffly nodded and sat up, my upper lip twitching when a rib pinched. For some reason, we were both speaking quietly and changing that seemed intrusive, so I kept the low tone when saying, “Roll over, baby.”
He shook his head, his expression hard with determination. “Fuck, no.”
“Dash, the first time, it’s easier—”
“Don’t care. I wanna see you…I wanna watch you and see how good it feels to you when you fuck me.”
Lightheaded, I groaned and dipped down for a passionate kiss, my chest swelling with love.
Pulling away to gulp air, I rose to my knees and climbed between his legs.
His eyelids rounded, showing the whites of his eyes, and he trembled a bit.
Sinking to my haunches, I flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount on my fingertips before tucking them between his cheeks.
Cursing, I held that hand out to the side, set the tube on his lower abdomen, and snatched my pillow.
“Up,” I snapped, getting frustrated already. I just wanted to be inside him, I wanted to at last make this man mine.
Whimpering and hissing, he dug his heels into the mattress and lifted his hips so I could tuck the pillow beneath, hoisting his pelvis for better access. Getting more lube, I coated the entire hole and then spread some over my cock.
“Oh, shit,” he whispered, both palms slapping to the padded headboard.
“Want me to stop?”
Snarling, his brows lowered. “I fucking dare you. Don’t make me punch you again.”
Snickering, I scooted closer and eased a middle finger into his ass. His nostrils flared and his chest puffed out. I pumped in and out, taking my time to stretch his muscles.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, are you gonna fuck me, or not?”
Yet again, his words had my insides in a somersault, and I was overwhelmed with the emotions. Gripping myself, I broke our stare, lined up, and then gazed at him again. “Just breathe, okay? Try to relax, if you can.”
He bit down on his bottom lip, the top curling. His thighs quivering, his toes were twitching in anticipation.
I pushed forward, carefully, deliberately. So apprehensive about what we were doing, however, his muscles clenched up and denied entry. I fisted his cock and firmly stroked, hoping a little pleasure would ease his tension.
“Unh.” Instinctively, his hips lifted into my palm and, by doing that, my tip actually penetrated his ass. Dash blanched, his jaw gaping wide. Hyperventilating, his eyes were bulging, his nails clawing at the fabric on the headboard. “Oh, shit.”
“Still got a little ways to go. If I go too fast, say so, and I’ll slow down.”
“Just…d-d-don’t…s-stop.”
My head rotating side to side, I refused to look away. “Oh, I ain’t stopping, Dash. I’m busting this ass open and coating your insides with my cum.”
His irises glazed and he coughed, his cock twitching in my hold. “Unh, fuck yeah, I want that. Oh, my god, I’ve been wanting this so fucking long.”
Every hair stood on end and I smirked, pushing a little deeper.
He glistened with sweat, his stomach caving.
Afraid of going too fast that his muscles might push me out, I went deeper, one centimeter at a time.
Tight, scorching hot flesh spread for me, collapsing around my cock to fit snugly.
It felt like forever, but eventually, my pelvis meshed against his and I was buried as deep as I could reach.
Dash had neither moved a single muscle, blinked, nor taken a breath in nearly a full minute.
Pleasure rippled through my body and I moaned, twisting his head. My voice raspy, I said, “I’m inside you now, Dario. You know what that means?”
Frantically shaking his head, his Adam’s apple bobbed.
I bent over, releasing his cock to grip his throat. My lips against his, I whispered, “You’re mine.”
His eyes rolled all the way back, he emitted a feral groan, and bucked so hard, it yanked my dick to the side, nearly making me bust that goddamn quickly.
“Ah, fuck.” Sucking on my teeth, I shoved his hip down and held him against the mattress. “You’re hurting right now, so I’m gonna go easy on you. When you’re healed up, though, I’m gonna pound your pussy until you can’t do nothing but scream. And when you do, you better be screaming my name.”
“Oh, shit,” he panted, his palm slapping to my shoulder to dig his nails into my skin.
Aggression taking over my emotions, I gripped his throat tightly and glared down at him. “I am the first…and only man…” I seethed. “That will be inside you.”
The corner of his mouth twitched with a smile, his hand moving to cup my ass cheek.
“You took this dick rather easily, Dario. You sure you ain’t never done nothing back here?”
His eyelids thinned with anger. “Fuck you.”
A brow arching, a trace of fear trickled into my stomach. “Why you so goddamn defensive? You begged for this dick. You want this nut. Afraid someone’s gonna find out you’re a fag?”
He gulped beneath my palm.
Rearing back just a bit since his muscles were still so stiff, I slammed into him, wanting it to hurt. He blanched and croaked on a whimper, sweat beading his brow.
“You’re my little fag.”
Dash hooked his feet behind my knees, grabbed my nape, and yanked me down, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
He tried to buck but cried out in pain, an arm sliding between us to hold his stomach.
I leaned my weight into a fist in the mattress to hold myself as close to him as possible without adding to his discomfort, and began rocking in and out slowly.
Every thrust a little easier than the last, he went from grunting awkwardly, to complete silence, to suddenly emitting a low howl of pleasure.
“Fuck!” he blurted into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, what the hell?”
Snickering, I pushed up a little more to look at his face, loving his expressions. “You look like you’re enjoying this.”
“Oh, shit. It feels so fucking good, Vin. Oh, my god, so fucking good.”
Exhilaration surging through my system, I fell under the haze and groaned, moving a little faster.
Because we were both hurting, and because of how incredible this moment was, my orgasm was approaching rather fast. Digging deep and grinding in wide rotations, my skin prickled at his reaction.
He gasped and shook a bit, squeezing my ass to pull me even closer.
“Jesus, Vin. Oh, shit, right there. Oh, my god, that’s so good.”
His cracking voice had me dizzy with ecstasy, reveling that I was bringing him this kind of pleasure for the first time. Ignoring what he said, however, I pulled out a bit, angled my hips, and began making tiny pumps, my tip concentrating on his prostate.
Dash jolted and turned pale, his eyes bulging again. Shuddering, his thighs were trembling against my sides, a palm slapping to the headboard again. No longer able to speak, he was making all kinds of awkward sounds, completely coming undone.
“That’s it, baby. This is what I was talking about. You feel that? You’re about to have your very first g-spot orgasm. When you cum for me, you ain’t never gonna wanna cum for no one else.”
He made another noise that was part growl, part blubbering whimper, his lips trembling. His neck arching, his eyes rolled to whites and his lashes fluttered. This time, when he made a sound, it was almost painful, but I knew better. I knew he was about to have the best orgasm of his life.
Adding circles to my thrusts, he flailed out, his legs unwrapping to stomp his heels into the mattress.
Lifting, he was bucking against me, his hips clapping to mine, his dick bouncing all over his stomach.
His muscles clenching my cock, I choked on a breath, stilling to let him fuck me on his own.
My chin on my chest, I looked down and smiled, his nuts tightening.
“Cum, baby. Cum for me.”
“Mmvm!”
Refusing to touch him, I wanted him to cum on his own, wondering if he’d ever been able to do that.
“Vinny, oh, god, Vinny,” he managed to moan.
Overwrought with lust at that sound, I broke.
Growling, I shoved his hips back into the pillow, pinned him down, and pounded away, snarling and foaming at the mouth.
Grunting and huffing with every slam, I threw my head back and roared at the top of my lungs, buried deep as my cock flexed and jerked, spilling everything I had.
He whimpered and bucked with his own orgasm, his dick flopping about as cum spurted everywhere. Hissing through gritted teeth, he dragged his hand from my ass to my side, his nails clawing my skin the whole way.
I shuddered and reveled the pain, involuntarily giving another couple tiny thrusts. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”
Spent, my muscles gave out and I collapsed so hard, he oofed, winded.
His arms and legs fell to the sides, both of us panting heavily.
Worried my weight was too much for his injuries, I flung myself to my back, just to hiss in pain at all the scratches.
Lying next to him, my eyelids closed, a palm splayed over my chest to feel my racing heartbeat.
“Jesus fuck,” I muttered, my cock throbbing.
After nearly a full minute of silence, I lifted my head and craned my neck to look at him, startled to see him staring, unblinking, at the ceiling with tears streaming out the corner of his eye. A coldness swept through and I lunged to my elbow, turning to cup his cheek and force him to look at me.
“Oh, shit, did I hurt you? You okay?”
He gulped and shook a bit, his sweaty skin growing clammy. “That’s why I couldn’t cum in Georgia.”
My brows furrowing, I squinted. “What?”
“Jesus, Vin,” he breathed, shaking his head. “Jesus fucking christ.”
“What? Do I need to take you to the doctors? Did I hurt your wounds?”
“You just fucking ruined me.”
A bolt of fear hit my stomach and my mouth, and I rose to my knees, inspecting the bandages. The bad one had a little inflammation around it, but none seemed to be bleeding. What was he talking about?
He hooked my nape and pulled me back slowly. His eyes glazed and brows lifted, he whispered, “You fucking ruined me, Vinny,” and kissed me.
Realizing what he meant, I moaned into his mouth and sagged into the mattress, sliding my arm over his chest. Though my dick was getting hard, I knew he wasn’t ready for any more physical activity, so I resigned myself to just snuggle.
I snuggled. I know, being a big, burly, gangbanging man, I shouldn’t revel such an act, but I did. It was something I’d been denied my whole life. Even as kids, Billy and I never snuggled, afraid someone would walk into our room and find us.
This is what I’d been longing for, what I’d always dreamed for. Sadly, this brought forth a new fear. Was Dash strong enough to accept the consequences of us being together, or was I about to lose this sensation right after finally experiencing it?
As the minutes ticked by into an hour, we continued to kiss, touch, explore, pet, and cuddle…
and I fell so goddamn deeply in love with Dario Mangiacavallo.
The thunderstorm that had hit earlier in the day returned, darkening the room and cooling the temperatures.
Rain pelting the window, we continued to love on one another until we both drifted to sleep.
This time, neither one of us woke with nightmares. We’d found a peace in one another.