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My palm covering my forehead, I squeezed my fingers until it throbbed. Writhing with discomfort, I gazed at him and whispered, “It fucking hurts, man. I can’t…I can’t cum on my own no more. You gotta finish this.”

“Why? So as soon as you do, you can hate me? So you can resent me the rest of our lives? We’re Serpents, Dash. There ain’t no getting out of it. We are together forever, whether you like it or not.”

“Then you shoulda thought of that before you started this,” I shouted, rising to an elbow.

His nostrils flared, he pushed down his sweats to reveal an eight inch dick that was thicker than mine, but not by much. Awestruck, my jaw fell and I could only gawk as he stroked himself faster and faster. He started grunting and jerking, his stomach sinking. Though I knew what was about to happen, I could not look away. I had to see this!

His other palm splayed across his lower abdomen, his head tilting backward. His Adam’s apple lurching, he croaked, “Unh, fuck, Dash.”

I literally shuddered with ecstasy, everything prickling as I broke out in goosebumps. Panting, I was now anticipating his release as much as he was. Joining him, I jacked off, my weight into a fist behind me. “Oh, shit,” I whispered, actually feeling as if I could release this time. “Don’t stop,” I heard myself begging, afraid if he did, I would be stuck like this yet again.

“Dash, unh, fuck.” His frame was swaying, his pumps getting rougher. I already knew what he was feeling because he’d done it to me, and jealousy actually rose to the surface. Hissing through his gritted teeth, cum shot out and sprayed over my calves. “Unh, shit,” he panted, dragging the words out.

Done, he released his cock and let it sag low over the hem of his sweats. Bending over, he dragged his tongue along one of my legs to lick up his jizz.

“Oh…shit.” I shuddered and pumped harder, seconds from at last orgasming.

Vincent stood upright, tucked himself into his sweats, and quickly left my room, quietly shutting the door.

“No!” I shouted, collapsing to the sheets. “Fuck you!” I bellowed with a whimper while punching my fists to the mattress. “Fuck you, Vinny!”

The heels of my palms digging into my eyes, tears were burning the back of my nose, emotions clogging my throat. I couldn’t do this! I couldn’t handle this anymore. The pain, jesus fuck! This pain was going to kill me. I had to get this out of my body, I had to fucking cum! I was not built for this kind of torture.

I sat up, cupping my groin. Sniffing, I rubbed the back of my wrist across my nose, trying to compose myself. My attention fell to the remaining cum on my leg and my stomach knotted. Nerves shaking my muscles, I slowly wiped it up onto my fingers, my thumb spreading it around to feel its stickiness. Very hesitantly, I brought it closer and dabbed it against my tongue.

Grimacing, I shook my head at first, but then lifted my brows when it didn’t taste nearly as bad as I thought it would. I’d never tasted cum before, not even my own because it had always seemed so gay to me. It was a little unnerving to discover it wasn’t all too unpleasant.

Intrusive thoughts getting the better of me, my heart racing erratically, and shame burning my flesh, I slowly lowered my hand and wrapped my fingers around my cock to hesitantly give a pump. The stickiness against my flesh, the way it smoothly glided down the length of my shaft had to be the single most amazing sensation I’d ever sexually experienced. My muscles giving out, I collapsed to my back and released an elongated, husky groan from the pit of my stomach.

“Oh…my fucking…god…yes!” I rasped, squeezing and twisting to rub it further into my skin. “Oh, god, Vinny, yes. Unh.”

After only a few tight pumps, a small pressure broke in my stomach. Jerking and flopping, I was coughing, my eyes rolled back as I experienced my very first ever dry orgasm. Nothing came out, but the pressure that had been building the last few days eased.

Instantly, my dick was throbbing in agony, so I snatched my hand away. Even the air burned the skin as if it was blistered. My arms and legs falling to the mattress, I exhaled until my lungs were empty, my dick awkwardly wiggling around as it softened. It wasn’t exactly fulfilling, but it had given a small reprieve. At least enough to get some sleep.

And as slumber crept up on me, the monitors completely forgotten, my mind spiraled down into a rabbit hole of dreams where that massive cock was buried deep inside my ass, making me explode in the biggest, messiest orgasm of my life while I screamed out Vincent’s name in pleasure.

Chapter 9

Vincent da Silva

Wednesday 08.21.2019

When I saw Dash headed down the path toward Violetta and Tyler on the swing in the backyard, I tensed, the cigarette hovering near my mouth. My muscles tightened and my breath ceased. The last few days, he had been so uptight because of my edging, he was now a walking time bomb. The last thing I needed was for him to go off on the bitch because he was looking for an outlet.

Swirling the mouse to tap on that particular camera, I tapped a button on the keyboard to activate the sound.

You always believed in us more than I did, because you never cared about the whispers, she said, her voice sad.

A finger tucked under her chin to lift. Because I saw what no one else could.

What’s that?

The most beautiful woman in the world, he replied just as quietly.

Her features scrunched as if she’d cry. You were always so much stronger than I was, Ty-Ty. Had I been stronger, things would be different now.

And you wouldn’t have those two amazing kids up there.