Dangerously Happy (27 page)

I managed to breath out a nervous little, “No.”

“
Really?”

“
Yes.”

“
Dario, my beauty, can you guess what I want?”

Dario suddenly looked so nervous, I felt like yes, he did know, but was afraid to say it. “Tonight you’d better say it,” he finally answered.

“
I want you to give him to me.”

Dario turned and looked at me. It was always so strange, unsettling, those rare moments when he looked uncertain. Unsure of himself. He looked back at Xavier. “He’s not mine to give. Not like that.”

Xavier smiled. “Dario, I’m not tying him up. We’re not doing a rape scenario. If he says no to something, if he says stop, we stop. Just like it’s always been with us.” He said it all like I wasn’t even there. Like they were having a private discussion about me behind closed doors. “I promise not to hurt him.” Then an aroused, vaguely sinister smile surfaced. “At least not while you’re trapped in the front seat, behind the wheel. I’ll take it slow and easy.” Under his taut calm, Xavier seemed sharp, almost quivering with arousal, as if demanding this of Dario, that he turn me over to him, were the culmination of a long-cherished fantasy. “Tell him to get in the back with me, Dario.”

Dario’s steady, aroused gaze. I didn’t know if he was trying to decide if I was okay with Xavier’s bizarre proposal, trying to telepathically convey the rules of the game, or what, but after a moment, Dario brought his face close to mine, cradled my face in his hands and, his confident assured tone intact as if this had been his plan all along, said, “I want you to get in the back with Xavier. And I want you to do what he says.”

I couldn’t believe it. Fine, in retrospect, this was an extension of our games with Vera, the games we’d played just the two of us. But how could Dario ask me—order me—to get in the back seat with a man who was obviously planning to . . . do things with me, when I’d never so much as kissed any man but Dario? But the fact was that my cock was hard, throbbing, that it was the danger, the incredible pique of anxiousness, maybe even real fear that was so fucking hot about what was happening.

I got in the back. Heart hammering. It felt dangerous in a completely unfamiliar way. Not like crossing that border into unknown territory with Dario. This was putting myself in the hands of a stranger. A six-six cannibal warrior who strode through the world like he’d never heard the word no. But I told myself that if Dario trusted Xavier enough to tell me to get in the back seat with him, I was safe. I'd let Xavier kiss me, and if I didn't like it, he'd stop and that would be that.

While Xavier climbed in behind me, I glanced up to the rearview mirror and found Dario looking back at me. Just his eyes, that steady gaze in the narrow rectangular reflection. Then he started the car and his eyes shifted to the road and I gathered my courage and looked over at Xavier, already looking at me. Patiently waiting for my attention.

“
So,” he said, quiet, aroused. “No men before Dario.”

“
No.”

“
Not even a kiss?”

“
Not even a kiss.”

“
A crush? An infatuation? A fantasy?”

“
Nothing.”

Xavier threw a glance toward the eyes in the rearview mirror. “And now? Dario’s still the only man who’s ever kissed you?”

My nervousness suddenly escalated again. “Yes.”

“
And now he’s given you to me. You knew, when you got in back here with me, that I’d kiss you, didn’t you?”

I looked over at the mirror and saw Dario’s gaze shift from the road to my face. Then Xavier, watching me as if he were drooling over a thick, rare steak he wasn’t allowed to touch until grace had been said. “Yes.”

“
Do you think Dario’s hard, waiting for me to kiss you?”

“
Yes.”

“
Yes. I’m sure he’s hard. Are we right, Dario?”

“
Oh yes.”

He did it slowly. Gently, even. But it was startling, almost alarming the way he did it, one hand at the back of my head, bringing me to him so that I was leaning and twisting while he remained comfortably, majestically reclined in his seat, his other hand cradling or rather caging my jaw, so that it felt like I’d yielded control over the movement of my head, and then, without giving back any of the control he’d exerted over me he brushed his thumb along the crease between my lips, then drew my bottom lip down, made me open my mouth, and then his mouth was on mine, not like a kiss, but like he was really the cannibal king savoring the first bite of a greedy feast, his teeth sinking into my upper lip, his tongue probing the trapped flesh as if he were deciding whether or not this morsel was tasty enough to suit his hunger, or whether he should choose a more savory bite elsewhere. He worked across my whole upper lip, then my bottom lip like that, not letting me do anything like kissing him back, holding me utterly passive under the assault of his mouth. Then his hand wrapped around my jaw, his fingertips pressing between my upper and lower teeth, holding my mouth slightly open.

“
Give me your tongue.”

He brought his mouth close to my mouth, but our lips didn’t touch. Crazy, fear-driven arousal pounding through my cock and balls, I extended my tongue past my lips, and he began to nurse at it as if he were feeding. And then we were kissing, his kiss an onslaught, mine a surrender. When it ended, there was no air in my lungs, and no blood in my body, because it was all in my straining, throbbing cock.

“
When we get back to Dario’s, I’m going to put more than my tongue in your mouth,” he said, then gave me an incredibly tender, soft kiss that utterly contradicted his menacing tone. “Now, let me have a look at your cock.” He pushed my arms aside and, holding them back, stared at the bulge in my pants. “Me kissing you gets your dick that hard, it’s not just a fluke with Dario. Hmmm?” Another tender kiss that, coming from him, felt absolutely obscene. “Undo your pants and get it out for me.”

Dario’s eyes seeking me in the mirror. Watching over me. My hands fumbling, my heart thumping, I got my pants undone and, when he told me to, worked them down on my hips and exposed my stiff cock.

“
Look how pretty,” he said, and it was hard to tell if he was admiring it, or making fun of me. “Dario, you must fucking love going down on this pretty prick.”

“
Fuck yes. I absolutely do,” Dario said. No mocking tone in his voice.

“
What do you think, Aidan? Has anyone given you head better than Dario?”

“
No one’s come even close.”

Xavier laughed. “No. For me, either. Even if he wasn’t so fucking beautiful, even if he didn’t know how to turn my dick hard with a look, even if he wasn’t so cock-tauntingly fun to dominate, I’d keep coming back to him just for that.” As he was talking, he reached into his jacket and retrieved a smallish black plastic bag, and from the bag he produced a bottle of lube, and for a second I thought he was going to try to fuck me right there in the back of the car, and hot as the impulsiveness and the presumptuousness of it might have been, there was no way I was going to go for that. But then he reached back into the bag, and his hand reemerged holding a very intimidating, thick butt plug, clear, maybe made of glass, and at least 50 percent bigger than any Dario had in his drawer of sins. To my surprise, he handed both to me.

“
Lube it up.”

“
You want me to . . . put this up your ass?”

He burst out laughing. Even Dario’s rearview reflection was smiling. “Oh, darling. You’re precious. Obviously it’s going up your ass.”

I took another look at it. I guess it wasn’t bigger than Dario’s hard cock, but it still looked pretty threatening.

“
Dario, you have fucked him, I assume.”

In the mirror, Dario’s eyes met mine. “Yes.”

“
Do you like it when Dario fucks your tight little hole, darling?” Xavier whispered in an almost syrupy voice.

“
Yes.”

“
Well then, let’s go,” Xavier prompted, all the mirth gone from his voice, now. “We’re almost back. If you don’t hurry with the lube, I’m going to have to get it up there without, and that’s not going to be very comfortable for you.”

“
It’s kind of big,” I said, hoping for a reprieve I knew Xavier would never give me.

“
Oh, darling. If that’s got you gun-shy, you’re really going to fret when you see my cock.”

Given the size of the guy, it didn’t exactly strike me as an exaggeration, but he had such a way of making everything sound like a threat, my nerves had my hands shaking again as I flipped back the cap on the lube and put some in my hand and slathered the toy—which just then looked more like a weapon to me—with lube. I’m sure he noticed; he was watching what I was doing with a look of absolute glee. Then he took it from me and said,

“
Raise your ass off the seat for me.”

I don’t know why, but suddenly I felt incredibly embarrassed, as if I were agreeing to do something ridiculous, humiliating, as if Dario were sitting there in the front seat wondering why I would show my cock, grease up a toy and offer my ass to this goliath I’d known for all of four hours. But in the mirror, Dario kept glancing back, looking absolutely rapt. When he caught our exchange of glances, Xavier asked Dario if he was hard.

“
Like it’s carved out of marble,” he said. Xavier turned to me with a self-satisfied smile, and cocked one eyebrow. Cock throbbing, face burning, I braced myself against the seat back and lifted my ass. Xavier took his time tugging my pants and shorts down on my thighs while my muscles strained to keep me suspended, then locking his eyes on mine, reached under me with the butt plug, found my hole, and without further ado shoved a good few inches of it right up my ass. Startled by the suddenness of it and anticipating a burning pain, I went stiff.

“
I haven’t hurt you, have I darling?”

“
No,” I said after I’d had a second to think about it.

“
So it’s a blush of pleasure I’m seeing? Or shame?”

“
I think I’m nervous,” I mumbled, too distracted by the thought of the other few inches of silicone about to plunge into me to worry about what I was saying.

“
I know, darling. I’m enjoying it immensely.” He gave me another soft, soft kiss, which just added to my nervousness because the contrast with what he was doing and the tone of his voice was throwing me off kilter, lips brushing lightly over mine, then a gentle, rousing sucking, a tentative exploration of my tongue with his, and then I felt the toy stretching my hole to the limit and filling me to the hilt and I went dead still mid-kiss. “It’s all in, now, darling. Don’t worry.” He bit my earlobe. Hard. It felt like a hundred tiny, lively, squirmy snakes went slithering down my body from my ear to my cock, my balls, my asshole, and they were winding and twisting and wiggling around, terrifying me and making my cock ache and harden even more. “And just in time, he whispered, his hot breath making the snakes slither and constrict madly. “Look, here we are.”

We pulled into the little lot under the building. I waited for him to pull it out. Or maybe he was going to make me do it.

“
Zip up, darling. I can’t wait to get the two of you upstairs.”

Flustered as hell, feeling totally out of my depth, I awkwardly reached under myself to extract the toy.

Xavier caught my wrist and pulled my hand away from the glass sphere protruding from my anus. “Darling, did I tell you to take it out?” Xavier’s strange, gentle tone that made me more nervous than ever. “Leave it in. I want to watch you walk up the stairs with that hard thing still stuffed up your ass.” Then, to Dario, “Sweet of you to keep him so innocent for me.”

I’d never in my life been so terrified that we might run into someone else, that I’d have to hide my erection, that I’d have to struggle to do the impossible: walk normally with that toy still lodged in my stretched, straining hole, that—God help me—I might have to make polite conversation with a neighbor while hiding my discomfort, my humiliation. In the end, the worst of it was that Xavier made me mount the stairs ahead of him, with Dario bringing up the rear, pardon the pun, so for six flights I was painfully aware of the two of them observing exactly how gingerly I was taking each step, not quite in pain, but feeling so uncomfortable that I was tempted to halt on the third landing, drop my pants and take it out, whatever Xavier might say.