Chapter 39
Dario “Dash” Mangiacavallo
Hanging the last of my clothes in the closet, I backed out and shut the door.
My heart thumping, I rubbed my palms on my jeans and turned around to look at the room, my stomach a ball of nerves.
It was done, just that quickly we started on Friday and here it was, Monday, and everything I wanted to keep had been moved into Vincent’s home.
Our home. This was where Piera and I belonged now. Pulling a deep breath, my cheeks puffed out with a slow exhale. My hands wringing together, I stared at the bed with a sense of fear and exhilaration.
“Whoa,” I muttered quietly, propping my fists to my sides. What the hell did I do? This was my idea! I practically begged a man to let me live with him…as his lover. My idea!
Boots shuffled the floor behind me a few seconds before his heat was at my back.
My heart skipped a beat and my eyelids closed, my stomach quaking.
His nose brushed against the back of my ear, his hot breaths tickling my jawline.
Very slowly, his hands slid around my sides to my abdomen, his lips grazing my lobe.
Very quietly, very huskily, he said, “You’re shaking,” and spread his palm over my stomach.
“Mm hm.”
My eyelids lifted to gaze at our reflection in the mirror over the dresser.
That morning, he had cut his hair back to its usual short length and I was freshly shaven.
Our bodies basically the same size in height and bulk, our skins naturally tanned, we both had dark hair and light eyes.
Though I was a year older, his features were a little more rugged from always scowling, aging his appearance.
And yet, as we stood there, his arms around me, his face nuzzling my neck and face, I couldn’t see a single thing wrong with us as an image.
It was nice, I liked it. I fucking loved it. We looked damn good together.
“It seems every time I touch you, your stomach shakes.”
Every nerve ending prickling, a nervous chuckle pushed through my nose. “It’s a good thing, Vin, promise.”
His other hand crept lower and cupped my dick, tugging me closer so our bodies were meshed. I groaned, tipping my head back to his shoulder. His lips trailed kisses over my neck and cheek, up to my temple, and back down to my ear. Squeezing and pulling, my cock got hard in record timing.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered, my skin prickling with excitement.
His tongue swirling my ear, he unfastened my jeans and pushed them down.
My gut coiling, I was panting, so ready for this.
Kicking off my shoes and then my jeans, he walked me to the bed and I lowered to my knees.
Before I could lie down, his face was burying between my cheeks, his tongue flicking the hole.
“Oh…shit!” I croaked, my muscles shaking. My weight to one fist in the mattress, I gripped my cock, leisurely stroking.
He moaned, pushing the cheeks apart, swirling faster and faster.
“Oh, my god, yes.”
My muscles gave out and I crumbled to my stomach. Vincent quickly tucked his face between my cheeks again, his zipper grating louder than usual. Abruptly standing, he patted my ass and lowered to a knee between my legs.
“Scoot up, baby.”
Crawling further up the mattress, I was scorching hot, the lust bursting into flames to burn into my soul. “Vinny.”
He lowered himself, spitting on his fingers. My skin already soaked from his tongue, he pressed his tip to the hole and eased inside with no resistance.
My jaw fell, my face turned to the blanket.
Fisting the sheet under the pillow, my breaths were bouncing back to heat my skin.
Inch by wonderful inch, his amazing cock spread my muscles and sank deeper, deeper, deeper.
When his lower abdomen curled over the curve of my ass, we both emitted a groan at the same time, every hair standing on end.
“Oh, god, Vinny, I’ll never get over how fucking good that feels.”
He laid on my back, dragging his palms along the length of my arms to twine our fingers. His mouth near my ear, he whispered, “You were meant to be mine, Dario. You take my dick so good. It took no time training that pussy. It’s because you were always supposed to be mine.”
My heart rattling around, I turned my face to peer at him out the corner of my eye. My brows arching, fear laced my blood, but I nodded. “I was definitely supposed to be here, with you.”
Growling, he pulled out just a bit and slammed forward, punching deep in my guts. I choked on a breath, my body rocking up the mattress, my eyes rolling from the pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Oh, god, yes.”
He made wide circles, gyrating, stretching my hole with his cock. “Are you mine, Dario?”
Practically whimpering, I craned my neck to see him better. It was one thing to admit I liked having sex with a man, but to admit I was falling for him?
He withdrew and slammed again, harder, deeper yet.
Lights burst in my vision and I cried out, a chill rolling down my spine. “Fuck!” I roared, my cock rubbing between my stomach and the sheet.
“Are you mine?” he barked, fisting my hair and lifting my head further off the bed.
I gulped, having no choice but to submit. How the hell could I deny him when he was all I thought about these days? When my comfort was in his arms, my peace at his side? My future here with him.
“Yes, Vinny. Yes, I’m yours.”
Snarling, he crushed his lips to mine and began rocking in and out, quickly growing more aggressive.
Every stroke stimulated my prostate perfectly, pulling me to the edge so damn effortlessly.
No matter who I’d been with over the years, orgasms had always taken at least ten minutes just to build up pressure.
Not with Vincent, with him, the ecstasy was instantaneous, sometimes over before I wanted it to be.
An arm slid beneath my collar bones, the kiss breaking.
Our cheeks pressed together, he was speeding up, his hips clapping against my ass.
My balls tightened, my gut tensing. Spreading my legs, my feet lifted and folded over his thighs and knees.
My weight leaning to one side, I reached behind to grab his ass cheek, my jaw gaping wide with grunts with every thrust.
“Oh, god, I’m so close, Vin. Oh, my god, I’m close.”
“Me, too. Unh, I’m cumming, baby.”
“Fuck yeah, gimme that nut. Oh, shit, I want that fucking nut, baby.”
His pumps growing shorter and more erratic, he was breathing heavier and heavier. His tip now hitting just that one spot, I was coming undone, literally feeling as if I were tumbling out of the bed.
“Oh, unh. Vinny!”
“Fuck!” he roared, shoving deep.
His cock flexing and jerking to fill me, I broke, as well, bucking beneath him, writhing from the pleasure that was ripping me at the seams. Cum was soaking the blanket, making it stick to my bare skin, my shirt having wrinkled up to mid chest. Biting down and hissing through my teeth, my nails dug into his flesh, my ass contracting around his dick.
“I love you, Dario,” he whispered, collapsing on top of me to pin me to the mattress.
I choked on an inhale, everything turning to ice, my eyes wide in shock. He said it again! Holy shit, he must really mean it.
Squirming about a bit, I forced him to pull out so I could roll over, just so he could immediately settle between my thighs. Our dicks now rubbing together, he was pushing my shirt further up, bowing his chin to flick his tongue against my nipple.
A sharp inhale caught the back of my nose, my eyelids fluttering closed. My spine arching, I buried a hand in his hair and hooked my ankles behind his knees. “Jesus, Vinny, I can’t believe how good that feels.”
He groaned and began rocking, grinding our cocks together.
Trailing kisses back to my mouth, his tongue plunged to my throat, his arms wrapping tightly around me.
Taking our time, we gyrated together, rolling from one side of the bed to the other.
One minute, he was dominating, then I’d flip him to his back and turn aggressive.
As the minutes ticked by from early morning to midafternoon, we eventually shed all our clothes, sweaty flesh to sweaty flesh.
With our second release building, I thrust inside him, our mouths locked in a passionate, soul altering kiss.
My bullet wounds not even hurting, I felt nothing but carnal bliss when we exploded at the same time.
Even as our cocks softened, the sexual needs satisfied, we clung to one another, seeming unable to stop kissing, petting, feeling.
Cuddling. God, I loved cuddling! I’d missed out on so many wonderful things before Vincent.
Even now, as my skin chafed under his beard, I shuddered with ecstasy, loving every goddamn moment.
I broke away, loosely gripping his throat.
Staring down into his glossy, hazel eyes, my heart lurched to my throat, clogging it.
I swallowed against it while searching his features, my pulse racing wildly.
Yup. I was in love with him. No doubt about it.
The gayness hit me hard and brutally because now I could not even imagine a life without him.
My entire future was with this man, my best friend. Vincent da Silva.
He smiled, dragging his fingertips up my sides. I shuddered, my eyelids closing with an elongated groan. Stretching his neck, he kissed my Adam’s apple and pulled me back down to reclaim my mouth.
What the hell happened? How did this happen? Why had the entire transition been so goddamn easy?
A second time, I broke away to stare down at him, panting faster. Tenderly petting his temple and forehead, my chest was swelling around my heart. Because I was meant to be his. It was all aligned, from the day we met until our time in Georgia, every single detail leading up to this moment.
“Dario,” he whispered, cupping my nape.
I shrugged him off when he tried to pull me down a second time, not done memorizing his expression right now. He loved me. A man who had been devoted to one person his entire life, not faltering in that commitment no matter what, loved me. He finally let Billy Wagner go and gave his heart to me.
That was a huge responsibility. It was a gift, one I would cherish forever.
I could only hope I never failed or disappointed him.
Janelle would blab about what she saw the other day, if she hadn’t already.
Eventually, we would have to return to Serpent world, and everyone would know.
Would I be strong enough to stand up against the backlash we were about to face? Was I brave enough?
His brows furrowing, a hint of uncertainty flickered in his irises and it made my stomach cringe knowing I was making him feel doubt. This time, I let him pull me back for the kiss, but we kept our eyes open, watching one another.
I loved this man, I loved him like I never loved any woman. I had no choice but to take a stand, even if it put my life at risk.
Snorting on a sudden inhale, I broke away yet again, gawking down at him.
I would die for this man. I always would have, I proved that in those mountains, but things were different.
It wasn’t about loyalty and brotherhood anymore.
I would die for him because without him, I was incomplete. This man was a part of my very soul.
Groaning, I crushed my lips to his again and began rocking, rebuilding the arousal. He moaned and cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me closer. I absolutely loved this man.