Page 53 of At The End Of The Day

I groaned and finally gave in, closing my eyelids to eagerly kiss him back. Dash grew aggressive, quickly, and stepped closer, causing me to stumble backward. Eventually, the desk was behind my legs, trapping me. Overwhelmed with a blazing lust that was startling, we were suddenly pawing at our jeans.

“Don’t you stop this, Vinny,” he growled, his hand plunging into my underwear.

I choked and froze, fisting the sides of his shirt. “Oh, fuck.”

Scattering kisses all over my face, he made his way to my ear and whispered, “We’re finishing this, goddamn it. Don’t you dare fucking stop this.”

Adamantly shaking my head, I shoved his jeans down and fisted his cock. Flicking my tongue out to lick his chin, I panted, “Ain’t nothing stopping this, Dash. Oh, fuck, oh shit, that feels so fucking good.”

Grabbing my shoulder, he spun me around, shoving me to my palms on the surface. Tugging my jeans down, he spit on his fingers and tucked them between my cheeks. My jaw fell and I grew lightheaded, dumbfounded that I was seconds from being fucked by a man that wasn’t Billy…and felt no shame in doing so. In fact, I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been this turned on. I needed Dash’s cock inside me.

“Oh, fuck, baby, give it to me,” I wheezed, tugging my dick.

Aiming his head, he eased in with no trouble since my muscles were trained long ago. Most of the times Billy and I had sex were in unexpected situations where lube wasn’t always available, so we’d just powered through to get that quickie. It had been years since either of us had given resistance or felt discomfort.

“Oh…oh, my god, Vinny. Oh, my fucking god.” His forearm across my upper back, that hand fiercely gripping my shoulder while the other clung to my hip, his cock gradually parted my flesh to sink deeper and deeper. A husky chuckle rumbled his chest, followed with, “Oh, my god, yes.”

My eyes rolled and I shuddered, twisting my tip. Having never been intimate with anyone other than one person, this new sensation was so foreign, yet so goddamn enjoyable. Anxious, my muscles were clamping around him tightly, adding to the pleasure of him digging his way further inside my body. “Shit, oh shit, that feels so fucking good, baby.”

His hips meshed with the curve of my ass and he fell forward, his face in my hair, his hot breaths tickling my neck. Another chuckle vibrated into my ribs, his cheek sliding against mine. “Jesus, why the fuck does this feel so fucking good? Oh, my god, Vinny, it’s amazing,” he laughed.

I snickered, as well, squeezing my dick harder. Craning my neck, I whispered, “Wait to we got some lube and I can fill your little pussy. You ain’t felt nothing yet, baby.”

Groaning, his eyelids closed, he grabbed my chin, yanked, and stretched his tongue for a sloppy kiss as he began pumping fast and hard. Our flesh clapping, he was losing control far too quickly for my liking, but that was to be expected after the edging I’d put him through the last couple weeks.

“Unh, ah shit!” he whimpered, breaking away. An arm locking across my collarbones, he hugged me closer, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Oh, shit, I’m already so close, baby.” Another frantic laugh and he said, “Oh, my god, I can’t believe this is happening. Unh, this is finally fucking happening.”

I smiled, standing upright a bit to reach behind. Holding his sides, one arm stretched further to cup a cheek and give a squeeze. “I want that nut, Dario. Fill my fucking pussy with that nut. I want a piece of you inside me forever.”

A husky groan rumbled from his chest, tickling my back. His jaw falling, I looked at the screens to adjust my sight so I could see his facial expressions better. Turned on even more, I moaned, stepping a leg out to widen my stance when I swayed.

“Oh, shit, you’re so fucking sexy, baby. Shit, you’re fucking beautiful, Dario. Oh, my god, put that seed inside me, make me yours.”

His lashes fluttered opened just a bit to reveal nothing but whites. His hips clapping harder and faster, his cock was swelling. Suddenly, all the playful laughter was gone as one of the huskiest groans I’d ever heard poured out of his mouth and tickled my ears. “I’m there, baby. Oh, fuck, I’m cumming. Don’t you dare stop this. Please, god, don’t stop,” he coughed.

I smiled and shook my head, digging my nails into his ass cheek. “I ain’t stopping nothing. I want that nut. Gimme that fucking nut, baby.”

Coughing and choking, his movements grew erratic, his strokes shortening. He began trembling, sweat coating his body. “I’m there…I’m…Ahg!” he whimpered, his face contorted. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming, I’m actually cumming. Oh, my fucking god, Vinny. I’m cumming and it feels so fucking good. Take it. Unh!”

He slammed deep and jerked, cum filling my ass. Grinning, stroking my cock, I continued to watch his expressions in the glare of the screen. My god, he was, by far, the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. “Yeah, baby, mm, that feels so good. You’re in me now, Dario. You’re a part of me.”

“Vinny,” he rasped, wrapping both arms around me so tightly, my ribs pinched. “Oh, shit, I’m still cummin—”

Gunshots echoed in the distance and my insides plummeted. Abruptly stepping away to run to the window, Dash cried out, his orgasm still working through his body. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered, his voice croaking. Staggering forward, he fell into the desk on a forearm, his forehead banging to the surface. Gripping his dick still dripping cum, he grimaced in pain. “What the fuck is that?”

Panting, ice prickling my skin, I slowly turned to look at the monitors, searching the ones near the cave and lake. It being dark, there wasn’t much to see, but I started backing away, hiking my jeans to my waist. “Oh…shit.”

Another couple shots fired off and we both jumped, Dash trying to pull himself out of the ruined orgasm. Pivoting on my heels, I turned and ran from the room, hurrying down the stairs so fast, I lost my footing and slammed into the wall. Rounding the banister, I darted for the living room where Violetta and Tyler were.

“Vinny?” she whimpered, already crying. “What’s happening?”

“I…I don’t know, sis,” I croaked, staring at the windows, as well. Yanking the zipper into place, I gradually made my way to the blinds and dared to peek through the slats. Squinting, I looked one way then leaned to the other to search the right.

“Do you see anything?” Tyler whispered.

Dash practically fell into the living room, panicked, the whites showing around his irises. His hair tousled, a pistol was gripped in his hand, his finger lingering near the trigger. “What you see, Vin?”

“Nothing, “I don—”