Page 78 of At The End Of The Day

My hands on my sides, I stared down at him passed out, his head at an awkward angle. I had no idea how long he’d be out. He was double the size of Mary, so I’d given double the amount, but that didn’t necessarily mean he’d be out for two hours like her. So…what next? What happened when he woke up? Would he freak out again? How the hell did I keep him calm? At least calm enough that he wouldn’t try to harm himself?

Huffing, I sat on the edge of the mattress, my forearm leaning on his chest so I could hold the side of his face. Christ, I couldn’t imagine what he was going through. If I were in his shoes, and Vincent had been Billy, I would…My heart sank at just the thought, coldness sweeping through my system.

“Don’t you dare…ever,” I rasped, swallowing past the constriction in my throat. “Jesus, Vinny.”

Horrific images kept flickering in my mind from Georgia and I cringed. On replay, I saw Jackyl’s head snapping backward when I shot him between the eyes, his finger instinctively pulling the trigger that sent Vincent to the floor. Thinking he had been killed, I had stood in the doorway, paralyzed with terror. In that lingering moment that felt like an eternity, my brain kept fast forwarding the next couple decades of living a life without him, and all I had wanted to do was die, too.

My chest tightened, those sensations of utter desolation surfacing. I actually did know how he was feeling right now, only I had a miracle, he didn’t. Billy was dead, Vincent was still alive.

Curious, I checked the wound. The stitches were already dissolved, leaving behind slightly puckered, purple scar tissue that was gradually fading. That scene playing yet again in my mind’s eye, my fingers grazed the lesion before my palm dragged upward to where I had felt his broken ribs when I first got released from the hospital. That, too, was healing, the bumps smoothing out.

My pulse picked up as my sight roamed over his torso. Though I’d seen him stripped down to nothing several times over the years, he’d always just been my friend. Looking at him now was different. Visually tracing the tattoos, the tanned skin, the slight indentions to his abs was very pleasing and I was getting turned on. So much, I found myself touching him everywhere, needing to know what he felt like. No inhibitions, no concerns, and no interruptions, I explored Vincent’s body, pushing upward to circle my thumbpad over a nipple.

It hardened and, for some reason, that sent me reeling. I’d never thought much about a male’s nipples before. Did they give pleasure like they did to women? Glancing over my shoulder, my stomach flipped that he was getting hard. Apparently, they did.

Staring at his face, I slowly bent over, hesitated, but then flicked my tongue out to circle it. Astonishingly, even with the sparse layer of hair, it wasn’t off-putting. In fact, I grew even more turned on. Groaning, I closed my eyelids, latched on, and circled the tip of my tongue.

Lust heated my flesh, making everything inside shake. Groping myself through my sweats, my palm inched lower and cupped the seam of his jeans. Rubbing, I sat up, my breathing labored. Still massaging his erection, I touched the side of his face, gazing at him with longing.

Why did I want him so much? A man, a goddamn man? Right now, I should be trying to bury my dick in Janelle, for she’d been on my ass since I called her to come get me from Vincent’s. Pussy and tits, that’s what should be getting me hard right now, not a fucking man.

Yet, every time I remembered the things he did to me in Georgia, I got hard. The last couple days since feeling a little stronger, I’d tried to masturbate, but, again, found no satisfaction. No dry orgasm, nothing, just friction, chafing, and blue balls. Several times now, we’d messed around and every single time, we’d been interrupted or he’d walked away, leaving me left yearning for more.

Every time but the last, in the shower. His cock rolling around mine, his lips on my skin, his heat, his smell, his gravelly words, fuck! By the time I was breaking with an orgasm, not one inch of my body hurt. The release had been cathartic, easing the pressure in my nuts and my mind. My cum pouring over our dicks, his body rocking against mine, had set me free from chains I’d never even known shackled me.

And now I needed more, I needed more of that energy.

Quickly snatching my phone off the nightstand to check the time, I tossed it back and rose to my knees. My nerves prickling, my stomach was shaking as I hastily fumbled with his jeans. Paying no attention to the muscles protesting my sudden movements, I scrambled to my feet, hurried to the end of the bed, and jerked the damp denim and briefs down his legs, throwing them to the floor. Wheezing for a full breath, I stared at his face and lowered to my knees between his legs.

“Vinny?” I whispered and nudged his thigh. Getting no response, I spoke a little louder. “Hey, Vinny.”

Nothing. He was out cold.

An urgency coming about me, I bent over and swallowed as much of his dick as I could, groaning at his tangy taste. Recalling the way he made me feel that night he forced me to suck his dick, I grew lightheaded and almost feral, gagging myself on his tip. Retching, I sat up and gasped, wiping the spit from my mouth. As much as I wanted to repeat that night, now was not the time. It would be impossible to clean everything up before he regained consciousness.

I scooted closer and sank to my haunches. Picking up his heavy legs, I tugged him closer, hiking them over my thighs. Spitting on my fingers, still studying his face, I tucked them between his cheeks and smeared the wetness. All too easily, they slid inside his hot, tight ass and a husky moan slipped past my lips.

“Fuck, Vinny. That pussy has been trained good.”

Out of nowhere, I found myself envious, wishing my ass could take a dick just as easily. As it was, because I’d never had full penetration, it would probably take a lot of lube and pain before his dick got all the way inside. I had a feeling, if we’d had lube that night, I would have been bent over the desk and not him.

Another groan rumbled from my chest. Inching even closer, I finally looked down so I could line up my dick. Gripping just beneath the head, I rubbed it up and down, circling while pushing forward. On the first try, I eased inside and my jaw hit my chest. My eyes rolling to black, I choked on a cough, ecstasy riddling my body to the point I forgot about my wounds.

“Oh…shit,” I whispered, falling into my fists at his sides. My forehead dropping to the center of his chest, I froze, partially buried, and just savored the moment. I didn’t get the chance to take my time that night because emotions were high and we’d been lost to the desire.

Now, I had nothing but time. No one was going to stop us, and he wasn’t conscious to back away. I was actually going to be able to enjoy this to the fullest and finish a proper orgasm. I was going to get to properly breed this pussy.

That thought had me dizzy with arousal and something switched deep inside. Gritting my teeth, I slammed deep, my hips crashing into his. That movement reminded me of my injuries, however, so I paused, sweat beading my forehead. Glimpsing up at his face, I was afraid he’d wake, so I bit down and powered through the discomfort.

Thrusting faster and faster, I broke out in goosebumps at the feel of his muscles clamping around my dick. Getting deeper than I had that night, I stilled and ground against him, lifting his hips from the mattress a bit. Pulling out some, his ass sank back to the sheets, his cock twitching on his lower abdomen.

“Goddammit, Vinny,” I panted, leaning to one fist to pinch my nipple. Dumbfounded, I choked again, my toes curling at the pleasure that rippled through my system. “Oh, fuck, unh.”

So, yes. Men enjoyed that as much as women. Jesus, what else had I been missing out on all these years?

You know, the man’s g-spot is in his prostate. If you ain’t never had an orgasm from there, you ain’t never truly cum, Dash.

A wave washed over me and I lost control. The pain getting too severe, I could no longer drag this out. Rising to my knees, I held onto his waist and pounded into him, the headboard tapping the wall. His head lolled side to side, a thin stream of precum pooling at his slit.