“Do as your mother says, Aleksander,” Pedro said, his voice soft, but firm. I felt Aleks stiffen against me, automatically reacting to the order in the only way he knew how – he dropped his eyes and did what he was told.
Once Aleks had gone to his room, Dante said, “He should stay here until you can secure his passport. Familiar surroundings-”
Pedro responded in rapid and angry Portuguese and then he waspulling his youngest son towards the door. Dante started arguing again, but when Pedro waved a hand dismissively at him, he fell silent. Dante’s mother looked him up and down and then shifted her gaze to me. The disgust was clear, which only managed to piss me off even more. I went to Dante’s side and put my arm around him, sending the bitch a clear message. I was more than tempted to follow through on my need to throw her out of my house, but I managed to keep it civil for Aleks’s sake. I couldn’t be one of the reasons Dante’s parents kept him from his brother, though I suspected it wouldn’t have made much of a difference, considering the way they’d treated him.
Aleks returned to the living room, his small duffle bag that Dante had bought for him in hand. I moved away from Dante to give the brothers some space.
“You’ll come visit soon, right?” Aleks said nervously, his voice low. I couldn’t help but think he was doing it to not piss off his father, which didn’t bode well for the young man’s recovery. From everything I’d seen, Pedro was a domineering man and that was the last thing Aleks needed in his life.
Dante reached out to cup his brother’s cheek. “I’ll be there before you know it. You’re going to be sick of me visiting all the time.” Dante’s smile was forced and I wondered if Aleks could tell the lie for what it was.
Dante folded his arms around his brother, making sure not to hold him too tight or too long. “I love you,meuirmão.”
My brother…
Unlike all the other times Dante had initiated contact with Aleks, this time Aleks was the one who maintained the connection. “Meumelhor,” he whispered. Dante’s smile was heartbreaking and I saw him kiss the top of Aleks’s head as he said something back to him. They went back and forth a few times before I heard Aleks finally say what I knew Dante was waiting for…what he lived to hear.
Meu melhor tudo.
“Come, Aleks,” Juliana said as she reached out to wrap her hand around Alek’s arm. Aleks flinched, but released Dante. He gave hisbrother one final look and then glanced at me. He said something to me in Portuguese and then he followed his parents from the house. As soon as the door closed, Dante sought out my embrace.
“What did he say to me?” I asked as I kissed his temple.
“He told you to take care of me.”
I smiled at that. “Done,” I said simply. I felt Dante smile against my chest before he pulled free and turned to watch his brother and family get into the waiting cab.
“What was your stepfather saying about waiting until the passport was ready?”
“They were able to get an emergency passport issued. They spoke to the press who put pressure on the U.S. Ambassador to Brazil to get it issued. They’re flying out tomorrow morning.” Dante shook his head and I heard his voice catch. “It’s going to be a media circus when they get him home. I told them he needed time…”
I wrapped my arms around Dante, but couldn’t find the words to bring him comfort because there simply weren’t any. All I could do was hold on to him as he watched his brother being taken out of his life, mere days after finally finding his way back into it.
“Fuck,”I ground out as Dante drove into me, his cock gliding over my prostate with the perfect amount of pressure before he pushed into me as far as he could.
“So tight,” Dante murmured against my back where he was draped over me. I was on all fours on the bathroom floor where we’d ended up after our mutual hand-jobs in the shower proved to only be the jumping-off point for the night’s activities. Dante had been torturing me with promises of all the things he wanted to do to me as we’d dried each other’s bodies off, and I’d ended up dragging him to the ground and sucking his cock to the back of my throat to get the ball rolling. My knees ached from the hard tile floor and my ass burned from the endless thrusts Dante’s dick had been spearing in and out of my body for the last twenty minutes as he took me to the edge, left me hanging for the briefest of momentsand then yanked me back from the precipice at the very last moment.
He’d stopped fucking me at least half a dozen times now so that he could plunge his slick tongue into my ass instead, teasing me with merciless licks that had me trying to fuck back onto the talented little appendage. As soon as I’d managed to find a rhythm that was sure to send me towards an epic climax, he’d stick his dick back into me without warning and without mercy. My hips ached from where he’d been pressing his bruising fingers into my skin and I couldn’t see from the sweat that was sliding down into my eyes.
“Down,” Dante suddenly ordered, his hand splaying across my upper back as he pressed my shoulders to the hard, cold floor. He maneuvered my hands so that they were crossed at my back and held me by the wrists as he began pounding into me. The position allowed me to do nothing but lie there and take it, my ass high in the air, my cock leaking pre-cum all over my abdomen. My cheek kept rubbing over the floor as his thrusts drove me forward, but I barely noticed because every nerve was wrapped around the tight coil of need that was building inside of me. I had no control over the grunts and groans that fell from my lips as his thickness burned my insides.
“You like it like this, don’t you?” Dante said, his voice coarse in the silence that was punctuated only by the sound of his skin slapping against mine and our harsh breaths seesawing in and out of us.
“Yes!” I responded, not caring how that made me sound. I craved moments like these – where he took and gave at the same time. Moments where I didn’t have to worry about maintaining some pretense…where I was safe to be whoever I wanted to be…needed to be. I always found so much pleasure in taking the trust that Dante gave me, but giving that same trust back was life-altering. It was freeing in a way I couldn’t explain.
“My dick in this perfect, beautiful ass of yours,” he snarled, his hips punching against mine.
“Yes,” I answered, though I doubted he’d been expecting a response.
He used one hand to hold my wrists and palmed my ass with theother, even as he continued to ride me hard. “This ass is all mine, isn’t it, baby?”
I nodded in agreement, but that didn’t satisfy him because he slapped my ass hard and then leaned over me. His fingers gripped my hair. “Say it,” he ordered softly.
“Your ass,” I said brokenly, struggling to find enough oxygen for even those two words.
Dante released my hands and I cried out at the burning pain that traveled up my arms as blood rushed back into my starved muscles. It only heightened my pleasure and I welcomed Dante’s weight as he pressed my hips to the floor with his body and began driving into me with deep, all-consuming lunges. One of his arms wrapped around my neck, forcing my head back to meet his lips. He sipped gently at my mouth with teasing licks even as he relentlessly drove into my ass over and over again. Electricity began to spread out beneath my skin and I felt my balls draw up tight in anticipation.
“You’re close,” Dante observed, his voice a warm whisper against my ear. “I can feel you tightening around me, trying to hold me in…”
