Page 23 of At The End Of The Day

A second time, his eyelids snapped wide to look up at me.

The corner of my mouth curling, I chuckled and tenderly raked a hand through his hair, my weight leaning into a forearm on the window’s frame. “Fucking, christ, Dario, you gotta be the finest man I ever seen. Jesus, you look so hot with my dick in your mouth.”

He moaned, he actually moaned, the gloss returning to his eyes. No longer fighting at all, he was doing his best, giving his first ever blow job. My jaw falling, I coughed and shuddered at the ecstasy, my fingers once again curling around the back of his head. Rocking faster, I was rapidly tumbling over the edge.

“Goddamn, Dario, you’re taking that nut so fast. Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum.”

Losing control, I began brutally fucking his throat, my brain not even acknowledging he wasn’t trained enough for this. His gagging falling on deaf ears, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I was just riding the wave of desire. My orgasm hitting with the suddenness and intensity of a bolt of lightening, I threw my head back, howled, and slammed straight down into his esophagus. My cock twitching, cum poured as a shiver undulated down my spine.

Unable to handle the brutality, he jerked violently and retched, vomit spewing forth, pouring down his chin to stain his shirt. My eyes rolling to black, I shuddered yet again, grabbed the sides of his head, and fucked him like I would an actual ass. Grunting with each slam, he puked again, his nails scraping and tearing at my hips and thighs. The foam dripping off his chin, I thrust hard and howled from the pit of my stomach with a second release.

“Fuck!” I shouted, dragging the word out, my forehead falling against the wooden blinds. My energy spent, I let go, my palms slapping to the frame. My eyelids closed, I was panting, doing nothing as he threw himself to the side, releasing my cock. It swung low between my thighs over the sweatpants, the cold air tickling my flesh.

“Jesus,” I breathed, shaking my head. “Jesus…fuck…Dario. Oh, shit, ain’t no one sucked my dick that goddamn good before.”

He was coughing and gagging, using his shirt to wipe at his face. Rolling to his back, he was gasping, his arms spread out, sweat sheening his purple face. “What the fuck, man? I fucking puked, Vin.”

I snickered and gradually stood upright, tucking myself back into my pants. “Like I said, you the best I ever had.”

His head lifting, he gulped loudly, his brows creasing. “Hey, uh…you…y-you…s-s-said…” He swallowed again and licked his lips. “You’d make me cum, too.”

Smirking, I snatched my smokes from the table. Lighting one, I threw them and the zippo back to the surface. “I will,” I stated, strolling for the door.

Panicked, he sat up to his elbows, adamantly shaking his head.

“Soon.”

“Vinny, no!” he whimpered, clutching his dick that I was just now noticing was not only hard, but the front of his sweats were damp with precum. Seemed as if I wasn’t the only one who’d gotten turned on during that whole scenario.

Winking and jutting my chin, I said, “When I make you cum, Dario, you ain’t never gonna want no one else but me. I’m gonna wreck you, boy.”

He whimpered, tugging at his crotch. “Vinny, please.”

Heat rushed through my veins and I groaned, my bottom lip pulling between my teeth. “That’s good,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “That sounds good, baby. When I’m making you cum, say that. Beg me,” I added in a lower tone. “The better you beg, the harder I’ll make you cum. The better I’ll make you feel, sweetheart.”

Stunned, he stopped breathing and just gawked, no longer moving, at all.

I blew a kiss and stepped out of the room, quietly closing the door. Prancing down the stairs, I went to the kitchen to get a beer. As I rounded the corner, I could hear growls and grunts coming from the master suite and chuckled under my breath. Swinging open the door, I got a beer, closed it, and tucked the cigarette between my lips.

“Get that nut, sis. Make him your bitch.”

Right as I said that, Tyler exploded, his growl almost animalistic. Very faintly, I could make out her garbled cries, leaving me to guess he was either choking her or had her mouth covered so as not to wake the kids.

Plucking the cigarette, I downed a good portion of the beer, wondering what Dash was doing upstairs. If he was a really good boy, he was cleaning up the mess.

A frown slowly tugged my mouth, the bottle lowering. Where was this dominance coming from? The aggression? I wasn’t like this with Billy. Sure, whomever was in charge at the moment was domineering, but not like this. We always took turns being in charge.

My head tipped to stare up at the ceiling in the direction of his room. We’d never treated one another like I had been treating Dash. Was this something new, just for him, or was this something that had always been rooted deep inside, but since I’d never explored my sexuality, it had been hidden? Or, was this my subconscious way of dealing with my attraction while being ashamed because I was committed to another man?

My heart heavy, I strolled out of the kitchen and down into the living room, throwing myself to the sectional. Sinking low on the cushions, I picked up the remote and turned on the television, cartoons immediately blasting. Clucking my teeth, I flipped through the channels blindly, not really seeing anything.

I had no idea who I was. I was a Serpent, and I was Billy’s secret. Other than those two aspects, who the hell was Vincent da Silva? What did I want, what were my inner most desires?

My arm rotated to look at the small tattoo on the inside of my elbow. Just below the tail of the Serpent that wrapped around my entire arm, was a small tattoo, the exact same one Billy had on his bicep. The Roman numerals of 2003, the year we fell in love and promised ourselves to one another the rest of our lives, with a sprig of lavender twined through. We’d gotten them after we graduated high school.

The tattoos his idea, I had no idea at the time he’d convinced me to permanently brand myself as his secret. He knew what the lavender sprigs meant, but until he popped up with his first girlfriend, I’d been clueless. When confronted, he’d assured me nothing was different, I was still the love of his life, but it was time I find my own woman and build my life as expected.

Tucking the bottle between my thighs, my fingers rubbed over the ink, memory after memory swarming my thoughts. I was breaking my promises, I was betraying him by messing around with Dash. If Billy knew I was attracted to someone else and encouraging a sexual relationship, it would crush him. After finding out I’d gotten a blowjob when I was in prison, he’d lost his mind and threatened to kill himself if anyone ever touched me again.