Page 95 of At The End Of The Day

“Oh, god, Vinny, I’ll never get over how fucking good that feels.”

He laid on my back, dragging his palms along the length of my arms to twine our fingers. His mouth near my ear, he whispered, “You were meant to be mine, Dario. You take my dick so good. It took no time training that pussy. It’s because you were always supposed to be mine.”

My heart rattling around, I turned my face to peer at him out the corner of my eye. My brows arching, fear laced my blood, but I nodded. “I was definitely supposed to be here, with you.”

Growling, he pulled out just a bit and slammed forward, punching deep in my guts. I choked on a breath, my body rocking up the mattress, my eyes rolling from the pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Oh, god, yes.”

He made wide circles, gyrating, stretching my hole with his cock. “Are you mine, Dario?”

Practically whimpering, I craned my neck to see him better. It was one thing to admit I liked having sex with a man, but to admit I was falling for him?

He withdrew and slammed again, harder, deeper yet.

Lights burst in my vision and I cried out, a chill rolling down my spine. “Fuck!” I roared, my cock rubbing between my stomach and the sheet.

“Are you mine?” he barked, fisting my hair and lifting my head further off the bed.

I gulped, having no choice but to submit. How the hell could I deny him when he was all I thought about these days? When my comfort was in his arms, my peace at his side? My future here with him.

“Yes, Vinny. Yes, I’m yours.”

Snarling, he crushed his lips to mine and began rocking in and out, quickly growing more aggressive. Every stroke stimulated my prostate perfectly, pulling me to the edge so damn effortlessly. No matter who I’d been with over the years, orgasms had always taken at least ten minutes just to build up pressure. Not with Vincent, with him, the ecstasy was instantaneous, sometimes over before I wanted it to be.

An arm slid beneath my collar bones, the kiss breaking. Our cheeks pressed together, he was speeding up, his hips clapping against my ass. My balls tightened, my gut tensing. Spreading my legs, my feet lifted and folded over his thighs and knees. My weight leaning to one side, I reached behind to grab his ass cheek, my jaw gaping wide with grunts with every thrust.

“Oh, god, I’m so close, Vin. Oh, my god, I’m close.”

“Me, too. Unh, I’m cumming, baby.”

“Fuck yeah, gimme that nut. Oh, shit, I want that fucking nut, baby.”

His pumps growing shorter and more erratic, he was breathing heavier and heavier. His tip now hitting just that one spot, I was coming undone, literally feeling as if I were tumbling out of the bed.

“Oh, unh. Vinny!”

“Fuck!” he roared, shoving deep.

His cock flexing and jerking to fill me, I broke, as well, bucking beneath him, writhing from the pleasure that was ripping me at the seams. Cum was soaking the blanket, making it stick to my bare skin, my shirt having wrinkled up to mid chest. Biting down and hissing through my teeth, my nails dug into his flesh, my ass contracting around his dick.

“I love you, Dario,” he whispered, collapsing on top of me to pin me to the mattress.

I choked on an inhale, everything turning to ice, my eyes wide in shock. He said it again! Holy shit, he must really mean it.

Squirming about a bit, I forced him to pull out so I could roll over, just so he could immediately settle between my thighs. Our dicks now rubbing together, he was pushing my shirt further up, bowing his chin to flick his tongue against my nipple.

A sharp inhale caught the back of my nose, my eyelids fluttering closed. My spine arching, I buried a hand in his hair and hooked my ankles behind his knees. “Jesus, Vinny, I can’t believe how good that feels.”

He groaned and began rocking, grinding our cocks together. Trailing kisses back to my mouth, his tongue plunged to my throat, his arms wrapping tightly around me. Taking our time, we gyrated together, rolling from one side of the bed to the other. One minute, he was dominating, then I’d flip him to his back and turn aggressive. As the minutes ticked by from early morning to midafternoon, we eventually shed all our clothes, sweaty flesh to sweaty flesh. With our second release building, I thrust inside him, our mouths locked in a passionate, soul altering kiss. My bullet wounds not even hurting, I felt nothing but carnal bliss when we exploded at the same time.

Even as our cocks softened, the sexual needs satisfied, we clung to one another, seeming unable to stop kissing, petting, feeling. Cuddling. God, I loved cuddling! I’d missed out on so many wonderful things before Vincent. Even now, as my skin chafed under his beard, I shuddered with ecstasy, loving every goddamn moment.

I broke away, loosely gripping his throat. Staring down into his glossy, hazel eyes, my heart lurched to my throat, clogging it. I swallowed against it while searching his features, my pulse racing wildly. Yup. I was in love with him. No doubt about it. The gayness hit me hard and brutally because now I could not even imagine a life without him. My entire future was with this man, my best friend. Vincent da Silva.

He smiled, dragging his fingertips up my sides. I shuddered, my eyelids closing with an elongated groan. Stretching his neck, he kissed my Adam’s apple and pulled me back down to reclaim my mouth.

What the hell happened? How did this happen? Why had the entire transition been so goddamn easy?