Page 44 of At The End Of The Day

“Fuck!” I shouted and then bit down on my tongue.

He chuckled, grinding his hips against my ass. “Nice and tight, as always. You give this pussy to anyone else?”

“Fuck, no, man. You know better than that.”

Grabbing the back of my neck, he forced me to look over my shoulder at his scowl. “You been in any pussy since we last fucked?”

“No,” I muttered, the grief of our relationship setting off the internal alarms.

Smirking, holding my hip, he thrust hard, shoving me against the side of the truck, making it rock. I grunted, instinctively pushing back in response. “Good boy. You know who you belong to, don’t you?”

I gulped the knot in my throat. “Yes.”

The smile vanishing, he pinned me into the truck, stretching his neck to kiss me, and pounded away. His cock was stretching my muscles, its thickness stuffing me whole. Rebecca and the kids completely forgotten, I groaned, succumbing to the desire. The orgasm approaching, I had to squeeze the head of my cock and twist, using the pain to stave it off a bit.

“Unh, fuck, yeah,” he panted, sliding his arms around my torso, hugging me close to his frame. “Fuck, baby, I miss you so much.”

“I’m already so close, Billy. Cum in me, I can’t hold it off.”

“Right there, baby. I’m there,” he croaked, speeding up. “Oh, shit, Vinny. I’m cumming. Oh, my god, baby, I’m cumming.” His movements more erratic and hasty, a growl rumbled from his chest into my back, tickling my ear. “Unh!” he hissed, his cock only partially in as it spilled everything he had.

I slumped against the truck, my pants fogging the window. Billy pulled out, so I clenched my muscles to hold the cum. He spun me around, dropped to his knees, and scoffed me all the way to the back of his throat, gagging and retching right away.

“Oh, shit!” I cried, fisting his hair. “Unh, god, baby, you look so good sucking that dick. Oh, fuck yeah, Billy.”

I pushed off the truck, held the sides of his head, and fucked his mouth urgently, knowing we only had a few minutes before Rebecca came looking for us. We had taught ourselves years ago to orgasm quickly since we never had privacy more than fleeting, stolen moments.

Why did he have to marry her? He wasn’t in love with Rebecca, he was in love with me. He always had been. So, the fuck what, if people knew we were gay? How was marrying a woman to hide that going to solve anything? One of these days, she was going to want kids with him. They already had a strained sexual relationship because he didn’t want pussy. Not hers, anyway. He wanted my pussy, the pussy he’d trained since we were fifteen.

Snatching him off by his bun, I bent over, seething. Lowering to my knees, as well, I viciously shoved him to his hands, yanked down his sweats, and rammed my dick into his ass with very little resistance because I’d trained his, as well. Holding his hips, our flesh was clapping, my thrusts rapid and brutal.

“Oh, god, oh, fuck, baby. Unh, you fuck me so good, Vinny. I’m gonna cum again.”

Emotions rushing to my head, I buried my fingers in the bun, snatched his head back as far as it would go, and sped up, my cock swelling in the tightness of his hot, firm ass. My jaw gaping, I coughed, my gut knotting. “Oh, god, baby,” I grunted, prickles running across my skin to break me out in goosebumps. “Squeeze that ass, take that nut.”

“Harder, unh, harder, baby,” he begged, leaning to one fist to pull his dick.

He was bucking against me, yanking my cock, sending me over the edge. Biting down, a low, guttural growl rocked my chest and scratched my throat. I shoved deep, an arm around his waist, the other palm slapping to the cement floor. My face nuzzled against his nape, I exploded, my cock practically convulsing against his flexing muscles.

“Oh, shit, yes,” he hissed, jerking with another release. After a couple more hard tugs, his pumps slowed, the high of the orgasm sinking.

Groaning, I sat up, grabbed his arm, and forced his hand over his shoulder to lick off the sticky deliciousness on his fingers. He chuckled, bowing his head low between his shoulders.

“Jesus christ.”

Everything over too quickly for my liking, I cursed and pulled out, climbing to my feet to fix my jeans while peering through the tinted windows to the door. Billy scrambled to his feet, as well, tucking his softening cock into his sweats. Smirking, he strutted closer, his palm on my cheek.

“You need to visit more often, baby. I need that pussy.”

Sighing, he leaned in for another kiss, and it took every ounce of willpower to not flinch. He needed me, but not enough to be with me. He was ashamed of me, of being with me, loving me. So much, he dated and married a woman. His lavender marriage was a farce, a lie, but he had no intentions of ever honoring the love we had, and for that, I could never forgive him.

The door squeaked open and he hastily shoved me away, wiping at his mouth. Flashing a smile, he stepped to the hood of the truck and peered that way. “Hey, babe. What’s up?”

Everything inside deflated, my eyelids closing. For more than fifteen years, I had been devoted to this man, trying to be tolerant, thinking if I just continued to be patient, he would eventually come around and realize I was the only one for him. That was never going to happen, though. The last couple years, I’d been seeing the writing on the wall more and more. Billy was always going to be ashamed he was gay, he was never going to openly claim his love for me. This was a losing battle. I’d wasted my entire life on a childhood fantasy.

He’d always used the Serpents as an excuse to justify his reluctance to come out with me, but it was bullshit, and we both knew it. At least one of my brothers was gay, and the others didn’t have an issue. Okay, yeah, Jackyl was against it, saying we could do whatever the hell we wanted in privacy, but don’t let it come to the light because it would make us look weak.

Well, Edoardo Jackyl Bianchi was going down. He was about to lose his position as one of the leaders of our gang, and with him out, there was no reason to keep up pretenses. No more living one life while yearning for another.