Dangerously Happy (28 page)

“
That’s a good boy. You made it,” Xavier said when we were inside and Dario had bolted the door. Then he put his hand on the bulge straining my zipper. “And still with this truncheon stretching out your pants,” he added, turning from me to give Dario a conspiratorial look. “Aidan. Go fix us a round of drinks. We’ll be back soon.” He finally took his hand off my cock, and wrapped it around Dario’s arm. Fixing his eyes on mine, Xavier said, “Aidan, I saw how jealous you got earlier, when you found us on the couch together. You’re not going to pout later, are you, if Dario sucks my cock while we’re in the bathroom together?”

The question hit me like a slap. It shocked me how disappointed I was at the thought of their collective focus shifting away from me. But gradually expanding and pushing up through that petulant longing for attention was the thrill of the image of Dario on his knees while Xavier pushed his cock into his mouth.

“
No.”

“
If I bend him over the sink and fuck him?”

“
No.”

“
And if I were to put Dario on his knees right here and fuck him in front of you, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? The thought of it makes your dick ache just a little more, doesn’t it?”

Dario waiting, watching, his gaze fixed on me with that intent focus of his.

“
Yes.”

Xavier’s pleased grin. “Good. You have tequila?”

“
Yes.”

“
Tequila, neat for me.”

When I looked at Dario, he grinned, maybe amused at this game of them bossing me around. “Just a glass of water, please.” Then Xavier led him away toward the bathroom, and I watched them go in together and close the door. As I got the drinks ready, as seconds, then minutes went by without that bathroom door opening, I kept waiting for my jealousy to swallow me up, but all I felt was aroused anticipation and, almost crushing that anticipation, anxiety about how the rest of this encounter was going to play out. Even now I wasn’t sure I wanted to let Xavier do much more than we had already.

When they finally did come out, I was almost sure not much had gone on between them, because they both had erections, which pretty much ruled out either of them getting off in the short time they’d been gone. As Xavier came toward me, my fight-or-flight instinct kicked in big time, and I was sure that if he barked some order at me I would say I’d had enough. But he just took his drink, said, “Thank you,” and went off toward the other end of the loft and sat down on one of the couches facing the windows. It was Dario who came to me, Dario who met my eyes, combed his fingers through my hair.

“
Are you okay?” he asked. Not a fretful tone. Just warm and sweet.

“
Yes. I’m good.”

A smile. A kiss. Soft, lingering. Then deep. His arms around me, holding me close in a warm, gentle embrace as we went on kissing. Then he gave me a playful smile. A mischievous smile. He downed the glass of ice water I’d poured, then said, “Are you ready, love?” and the knot in my gut tightened.

Dario led me over to Xavier, stood me in front of him. Xavier sat there gazing up at me, calmly sipping his tequila, and Dario kissed my neck. Not a hungry, biting, sucking kiss. Just a brief, tender gesture before he said, “I’m going to undress you now, love. I want to show Xavi how beautiful you are.” It was a strange feeling, an incredibly vulnerable feeling, Xavier watching as Dario took his time stripping me naked.

At one point, when Dario had already gotten my shirt off and tossed it aside, and he’d started to undo my pants, Xavier said, “Do you see how nervous he is, Dario? The way he’s breathing?” Dario pressed one hand flat on my bare chest and the other on my stomach, letting his hands ride up and down on my nervous breaths for a few moments, then finished stripping me bare. Xavier smiled. “There’s that pretty cock again. And still so hard and flushed. Does it ache, Aidan?”

Nervous, embarrassed, I hesitated.

“
Answer him,” Dario said softly in my ear.

“
Yes.”

“
Get down on your knees, love,” Dario said, his hands on my shoulders, coaxing me down. “Put your hands on Xavi’s knees.”

If it had been Xavier saying to kneel before him, I don’t know if I would have. But it was Dario’s warm, soft voice, Dario’s gentle touch on the bare skin of my shoulders. I knelt. I don’t know why it was so hard, doing the other thing. It was really such a small gesture, especially after what I’d submitted to in the back seat of the car. But for some reason it felt like such a surrender. But I did that too. Put my hands on Xavier’s knees. Xavier’s pleased little grin. Then his eyes turned up to Dario, and as if that were some kind of silent command, I heard the faint rustle of fabric, and Dario’s shirt dropped onto the floor next to me, and then I could hear him taking off his shoes. His pants.

While Dario was undressing, I watched as Xavier lifted his hand to his face, put two fingers into his mouth, then reached toward me and wet my lips. “Do you suck Dario’s cock?” he asked me.

As nervous as if just admitting it, I were agreeing to do the same for Xavier, I said, “Yes.”

“
Does he come in your mouth?”

I was about to answer when Xavier pushed his wet fingers between my lips and, pressing down on my tongue, drove them toward the back of my mouth, almost making me gag.

“
Does he?”

I nodded, trying to calm my gag reflex.

“
Do you swallow his cum?”

As I nodded again, I felt Dario’s warm skin brush against my naked legs as he got down on the floor behind me, then his hands on the insides of my thighs, coaxing them wider apart, then one hand pressing on my lower back and, fuck, God, his other hand cupping my balls and lifting, forcing me to offer my asshole to the sky. Then suddenly an incredible, rousing, worrying pressure as Dario planted his hand on the glass knob protruding from my ass and sort of massaging it, making all those thick inches up inside me slowly twist and swirl around. I gasped and—fuck, the smile on his face—clawed at Xavier’s knees through his pants.

Xavier took his fingers from my mouth as Dario started to tug a little on the base of the toy in my ass, putting an intense, worrying pulsing pressure on my sphincter. He kept at it, just giving a little tug now and then, but a little harder each time, like being fucked in reverse, from the inside, making me start to breathe erratically, holding my breath, then gasping for air as Xavier’s hands went to his fly and started working his pants open. Jesus, what had I gotten myself into? I wanted to tell them to wait, that I wasn’t sure, but the adrenaline, the nervous thrill slinking and slithering through my body was only half fear, and part of me was aching for them to keep going, Dario teasing my stuffed hole, Xavier unzipping, spreading open his fly, fucking God, displaying the intimidating girth of his cock between the two fingers (still wet with my saliva) that he pressed down on either side over his black briefs, then pushing the fabric down and bringing forth his enormous, hard cock. Not crazy, Tom of Finland huge, but he’d definitely give any porn star a run for his money. And fine, maybe I’d seen women—even rather petite women—sucking and fucking and taking cocks like that up the ass, but the idea of Xavier pushing that thing inside of me—anywhere inside of me—was alarming. Frankly, it just didn’t seem possible.

When he saw how I was looking at that erect pole of flesh, Xavier grinned. Then he caught two fistfuls of my hair, pulled my face to his cock and said, “Just get it wet for me, darling,” and coaxed me down until my lips touched the head, and with his other hand nudged it into my mouth. It was like trying to eat a plum whole, first brushing my lips against the smooth skin then stretching my lips wide to bring the whole thing into my mouth. I was already panicking, terrified he was going to force me down, force that giant cock into my throat until I choked, but he was already pulling me back and his cockhead popped free of my mouth with a little slurping sound. “Just like that, darling. Just a little taste. But more saliva. I want my whole cock wet and gleaming with your spit. Start by putting your tongue here,” he touched the very base of his cock with one moist fingertip.

He smelled different than Dario. Slightly spicier, more pungent. Tasted saltier. When my tongue touched down where his finger had been and I’d drawn it half way up the length of him, Dario pulled on the toy, not a little pulsing tug this time, but a steady, growing pressure that took my breath as I felt my muscles give and release the fat bulb inside my hole.

When I gasped and whimpered, Xavier said, “It’ll be alright, darling. You’ll only be empty for a second or two,” and almost before he’d finished speaking the toy was pressing against my pucker again, my muscles already clenched closed and resisting, but Dario was coaxing my hole open, little by little, and inches of hard warmth slid up into me. Not the toy. Dario’s hard cock. Dario’s hips pressed up against my ass, and Xavier said, “There, that’s better, isn’t it darling?”

Jesus Christ.

Dario folded his body over mine, so his chest and belly pressed warm against my back, and his fingers slid up into my hair right between Xavier’s two fistfulls. His cock pulsed inside me, a shallow but punctuated little thrust that felt deeper, more animated than the toy had even under his control, and he said softly, “Do as Xavier asked, love. Wet his cock with your mouth.” Then he started really fucking me. Not slamming into me hard, but his whole body trembling with the strain of going that deep or that slow, every push inside of me a quivering flex of his whole body against mine.

Breathless with the shock of it, the thrill of it, grunting, panting with the strain of Dario’s urgent, seeking penetration, I touched Zavier’s cock with my tongue, caressed, licked. I tried to do as he’d asked, I tried to make my tongue as wet as possible, brought it almost dripping to the deep dark purple pink of Xavier’s cockhead and glazed it, rewarded by Xavier’s deep, throaty sigh.

“
Love, fuck.” Dario purred, writhing and humping. “You're killing me, the way you're giving me your ass while you slather Xavi's incredible cock with your tongue.”

I went at it with a desperate urge to please, not just because their groans and sighs and the way both of them were gripping my hair was making my dick throb with maddening need, but because I wanted to delay as long as possible the inevitable moment when Xavier would force my face down on that impossibly huge cock. I slurped and slathered, working up as much spit as I could each time, letting it drip from my tongue and spill over his crown and down his thick, veined shaft, then smeared and lacquered every inch of his cock with my tongue with my lips while Dario stilled, breathing hard, trying not to come yet, then, gripping me hard against him with his forearm belted across my abdomen, sank into me with a fierce, deep thrust, and started riding me again.

Dario’s body, hot now, wet with sweat, was trembling against mine and suddenly he said, “Fuck, oh fuck.”

“
Go ahead, beauty,” Xavier said. “Better not to wear him out too early, anyway,” and almost before the words were out of his mouth Dario rammed into me hard and fast four or five times and went stiff, shuddering, groaning and clutching. Little by little his moans subsided, his body softened, went heavy on my back, and then I felt his hand against my thighs and balls as he clung to the base of the condom while he pulled out.

“
Fuck. Fuck,” Dario said again, and at first I thought he was venting that special suffering of that final squeeze the sphincter gives your cock as you pull out at that moment after coming when it’s so fucking sensitive, but then I saw Xavier’s face and I realized something was wrong. Maybe I was bleeding. Xavier’s hands slipped from my hair and Dario lifted me up so I was sitting on my heels. When he met my eyes he had a strange, sheepish look that didn’t suit him at all. “The condom broke.”

I didn’t say anything. Not because I was angry or freaked out. I just didn’t know what to say.

“
I’m sorry,” he said, searching my face for my reaction. “I know it’s still a big deal, but I want you to know I get checked every four months. Clockwork. I’m healthy. And since the last one, you’re the only one I’ve been with, except Vera.”

“
It’s okay,” I said. “I’m fine.”

“
Tomorrow we can make an appointment. For both of us. Just so we don’t have to worry.”

“
Okay.” I kissed him. I forgot all about whatever game it was we were in the middle of, about whatever incongruity me kissing him might have been in that context. I just wanted to comfort him. Get that sheepish, guilty, worried look off his face. “I’m not upset. I promise. It’ll be fine.” I put my arms around him and gave him a tight, lasting hug.