Chapter 54
Vincent da Silva
My palms pressed against the cold, marbled tiles, Dash was behind me, his lips trailing across my shoulders to the side of my neck.
The hot water from the showerhead was building a steam around us, adding to the heat of our bodies.
My stance wide, his cock was slowly pumping in and out, building pressure in my gut, my dick flexing of its own accord.
His tongue dragged to my ear, his teeth nipping the lobe. His palms slid off my ass cheeks and roamed to the front, caressing down my pelvis so his fingers could curl underneath. His thumbs crossing over the top of my base, one finger pressed on my perineum in firm but gentle circles.
I choked and jerked, bucking against him. My head throwing back, my eyelids closed against the stream, my pulse racing.
His lips curled into a smile against my ear as he dug deep, grinding against my ass. “I’m about to breed this pussy, baby. Mm, you always take that nut so goddamn good. You ready, Vinny?”
“Yes,” I panted, breaking out in goosebumps. “Yes, Dario, I want it.”
His tongue flicked against the opening of my ear, both hands staying flat, but coming closer to squeeze my base. “You gonna cum with me, baby? I don’t wanna cum unless you do.”
I shuddered, reaching over my shoulder to bury my fingers in his hair. “I’m there. Oh, shit, I’m ready.”
His strokes, though still slow, grew more aggressive. He rose to his tiptoes and shortened the thrusts, focusing on my prostate. I grunted and jerked, leaning into his chest. My balls tightened, the pressure coming to a head.
“Oh, fuck, you’re close, ain’t you? Unh, that pussy got my dick so tight.” His upper lip twitched against my ear, one hand roaming upward to pinch my nipple. “Ain’t no one ever made me feel like this. You got this dick good, baby.”
Those goddamn intrusive thoughts invaded my mind, crashing the impending orgasm. Nudging him off, I spun around, leaned into the wall, and grabbed the sides of his face. Suddenly very insecure, my throat constricted as I searched his confused expression.
“Why?”
He licked his lips, falling into his palms underneath my arms. His brows furrowing, he gulped a shallow breath and asked, “Why, what?”
“Why did you change for me? What the hell made you okay all of a sudden with being gay? How did you make such a huge switch?”
He inched closer, cupping the side of my neck, his thumb petting side to side. “Because you needed me to.”
Taken aback, I just ogled him, ice rolling through my veins to bring a chill to my skin. My lungs shrinking, numbness seeped through my brain, leaving me speechless.
His head tipped, his light brown eyes slowly moving as he looked at every inch of my face.
Pulling a deep breath, he bowed his chin to continue raking his sight downward.
Our cocks pressed together between our abdomens, he groaned and rocked against me, continuing the stimulation so the orgasms didn’t completely fade away.
Huffing, he tilted his head to stare into my eyes once more.
“At first, I fucking hated you, Vin. I even considered slitting your throat in your sleep one night because of what you did to me.”
My stomach bottomed out, trepidation engulfing my soul.
“But then I noticed how badly you needed me and ain’t no one ever needed me like that. Then, one of them days I was hating you so much, and you was messing with me, I saw something.”
Grief clawing my heart, I whimpered, “What?”
“Innocence,” he whispered, his thumb stretching to caress my bottom lip.
Everything inside stilled.
Briefly looking at my mouth, his neck flexed as if he’d kiss me, but he stopped, raising his focus to my eyes.
His tone soft and husky, he slipped into his proper etiquette voice, and it made my heart patter on my ribs.
“You may have had more experience sexually as a gay man, but emotionally, you were still so innocent. I wanted that innocence, Vinny. I wanted to take it and pull it inside of me and protect it from everyone.”
My chest swelled under my ribs and my chin shook, tears welling.
“That right there,” he whispered, grazing his lips over mine while caressing the side of my face. “All these years living the Serpent life, I’d grown desensitized, but you still had something virtuous to offer. You didn’t let the street life or the stigma hardened everything inside.
“The way you’re looking at me right now, so vulnerable and innocent, and I don’t want it to ever get stolen from you.
You’re so gorgeous right now, Vinny. Your innocence feeds me and gives me power and all I want to do is put my arms around you, hang on tightly, and never let you go.
It made me fall head over heels in love with you. ”
I gulped, my fingers pressing into the back of his skull and neck, everything inside quaking.
“The Serpents, other gangs.” He licked his lips and swallowed. “Other people…”
Other people. Was he referring to his folks? When should I admit that I not only knew about his mafia ties, but Tyler had dropped hints for me to check the security cameras at his house the other day, so I knew about the threats his parents made if he went through with our marriage?
“Billy Wagner.”
I jostled and choked on a gasp, my heart wrenched painfully to the side.
“No one can touch you, Vinny, I’ll not let them, ever. There’s still something so damn pure inside you, and I need to protect it because I need that side of you to keep me alive.”
Somewhere along the lines, he had started grinding against me, rolling our cocks between our stomachs, and my orgasm was building once more.
“You woke up a part of me I didn’t know existed and I have never felt so goddamn free, so alive, so hopeful.
” His breaths shallowed, his movements quickening.
His jaw falling a bit, he coughed and his eyes rolled slightly before refocusing on mine.
“Because no one in my entire life has ever made me cum so fucking hard. I’m cumming, baby. Cum with me.”
Falling under his spell, I rocked against him, gyrating harder, faster.
He coughed again, his forehead falling against mine. “Fuck, baby, ain’t no one ever made me feel this fucking good.”
I groaned, wrapping one arm around his waist to pull him closer. My pulse racing, I grew lightheaded, the pressure building. “I love you, Dario. Unh, oh, fuck, I love you.”
His eyes rolled once again with another cough against my face. “Shit, I’m there, baby. Oh, fuck, I love you, too, baby. Cum on me, gimme that nut, Vin. Oh, shit!” he rasped, making jerkier movements.
I thrust hard and exploded, growling through gritted teeth. “Dario!” I hissed, my nails dragging down his back to cup his ass cheek.
“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, unh!”
He burst right behind me, our cum shooting up between our abdomens, smearing between us.
Sagging into the wall, panting, my eyelids closed while he scattered kisses all over my face.
Gradually, he inched down my torso, licking at the stickiness.
Emitting a loud groan, he sank to his knees and gazed up at me, pumping my sensitive cock so it wouldn’t soften.
“Because no one tastes as good as you and I really, really like it when you fuck my throat like a pussy so hard, I gag. Fuck my throat, baby. Fuck it hard,” he said before opening his mouth and taking me halfway down.
Lust fogging my brain, I groaned, pushed off the wall, cupped the back of his head, and pounded against his esophagus until my tip forced its way inside. Retching, his tongue rolled out beneath and his eyes watered. My upper lip curling, I grew feral and brutally fucked his face.
Dash gagged and shoved me away, stomach bile pouring onto the floor of the shower. Gulping in air, he fisted my cock and yanked me back, glaring up my torso.
I grunted, folded both my hands at the back of his skull, and shoved him down, burying his nose in my hair.
His throat spread wide for my cock and then collapsed around it, creating a suction that had me tumbling into another release right away.
This time, when he shoved against my thighs, I refused to let him.
Retching and gagging, his back was curling, his tongue flailing around my balls.
“Oh, shit, Dash. Unh, take it. Oh, shit, you’re a good boy, take that fucking nut. Drink it down.”
His elbow and then palm banged into the wall as he vomited a second time, the liquids gushing down my thighs to splatter around my feet and his knees.
The sounds he was making sent me spiraling and I bucked with another orgasm.
My cum pushing past the bile, his throat instinctively flexed to swallow as I rode the release to the end.
“Oh, shit, I love you. My god, I love you so much, Dario. Oh, my god, I’m almost done. Fuck,” I wheezed, bending forward and dragging out the word.
Two orgasms so close together left me raw and overstimulated.
His mouth now more painful than pleasurable, I broke away and collapsed to the built in, bamboo seat in the corner.
Gasping for air, my hands on the sides of my head, I looked down my nose at him falling to his ass to rest in the opposite corner.
The water started turning cold as it washed the mess down the drain, but we just sat there, staring at one another, panting heavily.
After several minutes, barely even blinking, he rose to his feet, closed the small gap, and slid his hand across the base of my skull, adding pressure to force me to look up his frame. His chin on his chest, his other hand cupped the underside of my jaw, his thumb pushing into my mouth.
“I think it’s time you were the good boy.”
A wave of ecstasy crashed into my core and I groaned, every nerve prickling. Very eagerly ducking my chin to scoff him down to my throat immediately, my arms circled his waist to hold him close while I bobbed on his head.
“I love you, Vinny,” he whispered loud enough to be heard over the water. “Don’t matter how or why, I love you and I ain’t ever letting you go. You’re it, baby, and I don’t need no one but you.”
His words seeped into my frightened, skittish soul to heal some of the insecurities left behind by my toxic relationship with Billy Wagner. He loved me, I loved him, and most of the people in our lives were accepting us together. Everything else was trivial. The love was what mattered.