Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (29 page)

“But he wasn’t-- I mean…
I couldn’t have predicted…” He gave Dom’s cheek a peck with trembling lips.

“That’s right. You
couldn’t have.” Domenico stepped back and pulled on the hem of Seth’s shirt. He
pushed the knife right through the fabric and slowly cut farther. “You could
have been dead already because you chose to ignore my orders.”

Every rip of fabric had
Seth’s cock throbbing. He made a point of never blinking as he stared at Dom
with his nostrils flaring. Silvio’s long-fingered hands slid around Seth’s
waist and went for the zipper of Seth’s jeans.

“I’ll listen next time,
I promise,” Seth muttered, but curiosity won, and he asked another question.
“Did you follow me?”

Dom’s eyes darkened. It
was as if the copper plates of his irises were suddenly drowned in murky water.
“I enjoy watching you. It makes my blood flow quicker.” And with that, he
ripped open the front of Seth’s shirt.

“You’re such a creep,
you know that?” Seth complained, but his own blood was flowing quicker from all
the sensations. Even his nipples were erect, not to mention his cock betraying
his excitement when Silvio pushed Seth’s jeans down to the floor, leaving Seth
in just the white boxer briefs.

Silvio slid his hand to
Seth’s crack again, this time touching him through the thin fabric, and Seth
bucked forward as if he were getting prodded with a hot poker.

Domenico smirked and let
the cool blade glide over Seth’s chest, leaving icy fire. “He’s only bottomed a
few times so far. Just imagine how tight he is,” he said to Silvio, even though
his gaze stayed on Seth, stabbing his ego to the wall.

“Hey! Don’t! Don’t say
that.” Seth wanted to writhe forward and at least kick Dom or something, but
the knife was stopping any action he could think of. He settled on an angry
glare.

“Everyone starts
somewhere,” Silvio said flatly, and Seth had no idea if it was supposed to be a
joke. It didn’t sound like one.

“Why? You shouldn’t be
embarrassed,” whispered Dom. He leaned forward and captured Seth’s lips in a
gentle kiss. “I love how snug you are where Silvio’s touching you.”

Seth groaned in
frustration at the teasing between his buttocks. “I’ve been with lots of guys,
I’m not some virgin,” he muttered for Silvio’s sake, but his dick was betraying
him, already erect and begging for touch. Even Dom’s body rubbing against him
was making Seth lose focus.

“Don’t see the
difference,” came the smooth voice from behind, and Silvio slid the pieces of
Seth’s T-shirt down to his tied hands.

“You haven’t felt him
deep enough yet,” said Dom. His knife slid down Seth’s abdomen like a barracuda
looking for prey. It headed straight for Seth’s crotch.

“Hey! Careful with
that.” Seth’s breath hitched, and he opened his eyes wider. The knife, the
fingers, Dom’s smell, Silvio’s touch. All too much. “And I’m not getting fucked
today. You know why.” He was desperate to catch Dom’s gaze, to tell him his
embarrassing secret in a silent exchange. Then again, Dom probably remembered
all about it and teased him on purpose, for the disobedience.

“No need to be scared,”
Silvio said and kissed Seth between the shoulder blades, only adding coal to
the fire of Seth’s flushed face.

“Yeah, you’re Silvio’s
catch, and I’m not into sloppy seconds,” said Domenico. All of Seth’s words
were pushed back into his mouth when Dom’s hot skin brushed against his
abdomen, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers. The knife
followed, ripped through the fabric leaving Seth hot and cold at the same time.

Seth’s cock though was
all too eager to pop out, arching for touch.

“You like adrenaline,”
Silvio observed in a neutral tone as his hands traced the muscles on Seth’s
back.

“No, I just-- I’m not
into bottoming,” he insisted.

“Good,” Silvio answered.
“I’m not into raping.” He then pulled apart the cut fabric and ripped Seth’s
underwear in half. The two flaps of cotton slid down Seth’s legs to join his
jeans.

“Seth, kneel,” said
Domenico, narrowing his eyes. He slid the blade shut and hid it back in his
pocket. “Show me you can be trusted.”

Seth could hardly
breathe, and it definitely wasn’t fear that caused it. He was naked around two
predators, and it was making him hot as fuck. He felt goosebumps over his ass
where Silvio’s dry fingertips traced the skin. Seth gave Dom’s lips one more
peck and followed the command. He turned around in the process, to finally have
another look at the freakishly young-looking mafioso, whose haunting black eyes
made his breath stop.

Domenico slowly pulled
off his jacket and threw it on the bed. His smile spread all the way to his
eyes as he approached Seth. “Now that I saved you from the killer of Russian
brides, how will you say ‘thank you’?”

Seth swallowed and
looked up to both Silvio and Dom. “
Danke schön?”
He couldn’t help a
silly grin as his own nakedness was becoming less of a burden.

Domenico’s eyes
twinkled, and he looked at Silvio, as if to avoid Seth’s gaze. He chuckled, but
while Seth couldn’t hear Silvio laugh, something about the way he was touching
Seth changed, as if his fingers relaxed.

“That’s one way to do
it. I know another,” said Dom.

Seth swallowed when
those tan hands moved to unbuckle the belt over a tenting at the front of Dom’s
pants.

But then Silvio opened
up the leather riding jacket, and Seth didn’t know where to look anymore.
Silvio was so pale in comparison to Dom. Completely hairless, but with defined
grooves in his stomach that made Seth turn on his knees and give the skin under
Silvio’s navel a lick just to mess with Dom. But what drew his attention most
was a black tattoo over Silvio’s heart. It read,
Anima Nera
. Black Soul.
The words were oddly fitting the striking man who had them inked on his chest.

There was a low huff
behind him, and when the oh-so-familiar hand went into his hair and squeezed,
it sent his body into a tremble. “You prefer the hunter?”

Seth grinned and looked
up at Dom. “I suppose I have to thank my savior first, huh?”

Silvio’s lips quirked in
a tiny smile. “I can wait for my turn.”

“It’ll be worth it.” The
way Domenico said it, with his eyes burning gaping holes in Seth’s chest, had
Seth’s throat relaxing.

“That good, huh?” Seth
licked his lips and inched closer to both of them. It was a relief that his ass
was off the table. He’d never admit to it, but in all honesty, he was a bit
scared of bottoming again. Curious? Sure. He was sure it would happen again at
some point, but he still wasn’t all that comfortable with the idea. Especially
with an audience. His preference for the next time he was to bottom was while
drunk, at night, and under the covers.

“Now I’m curious.”
Silvio’s lips curled into a smirk, and he stood next to Dom, already unzipping
his leather pants. “Can’t he do us both?”

Domenico offered him a
grin and then slowly curled his hand around the back of Silvio’s head. He
pulled him closer, and in the smoothest of movements their lips met again.

Seeing it was very
different to just listening to it, and it stirred all sorts of emotions Seth
didn’t even know he had. He stared at them with his lips parted at the picture
they presented. Still, he couldn’t help a sting of jealousy, couldn’t ignore
that he wasn’t the only person in the room Dom focused on. He felt disposable
all of a sudden, and why wouldn’t he? A hunk like Dom could have anyone. And
wouldn’t another killer be a good choice for him? They could go on missions
together or do road movies or other Bonnie and Clyde shit like that.

Seth swallowed and
leaned closer to Dom’s open zipper. He grabbed the waistband of the pants with
his teeth and pulled them lower, eager to remind Dom that he existed. A low
groan fell from Domenico’s lips. He pulled on Seth’s hair, making him fall
face-first against the open zipper. Dom’s scent never failed to fuel the fire
in Seth. It was rich yet fresh, masculine, musky. Everything it needed to be.
Seth had never been as much of a cocksucker as since he met Dom, but that
dark-skinned, beautiful dick just begged for worship.

With his hands still
zip-tied, Seth struggled but finally managed to pull the pants low enough to
release Dom’s cock. He could hear the men kissing above him but was too busy
with the task at hand to look up. Dom’s steady grip in Seth’s hair never failed
to keep him excited. The adrenaline from being caught red-handed on his escapade
still rushed in Seth’s veins.

When Dom’s dick popped
out of his pants, it was already rock hard and ready for attention, from the
vein on its underside to the cockhead half covered with foreskin. Seth took a
deep breath and licked the slit in Dom’s cock with the tip of his tongue. It
had that salty, bitter taste Seth had never grown to like, but it was becoming
an acquired taste since he began associating it with Domenico. One move of
Dom’s hips was enough to push Seth’s head against Silvio’s hip. Despite lack of
Domenico’s attention, being sandwiched between two masculine bodies was giving
Seth one of the biggest hard-ons of his life. He gasped, turning his face just
enough to smell the leather pants, but his nose met the smooth skin of a hard
cock instead.

He could barely open his
mouth quickly enough. Silvio had neatly trimmed pubes and a cock in more of a
dark pinkish color, nicely arched upward. Only now Seth realized Silvio wasn’t
wearing any underwear, which gave his skin a distinct smell of leather. The
pale, elegant hand slid to the side of Seth’s head, petting his stubbled cheek
and enticing him forward. An unnecessary yet pleasant invitation.

Seth closed his lips
around the cockhead and sucked gently, looking up to the men above him. They
broke the kiss and were now looking down, their faces close together. Seth
could only imagine how Dom’s stubble would feel on skin as smooth as Silvio’s.
This was the moment to capture their attention, to make them both so hot for
him they would both come on his face and make him stay like this for another
round.

Silvio slipped the tip
of his tongue out of his lips and moved it along the pink flesh, his eyes
completely focused on Seth. With their gazes locked, Seth let his tongue trace
the side of Silvio’s cock, all the way back to the tip. His mouth was ready for
a pounding, and he took the cock in inch by inch. He breathed hard through his
nose, aware of his own nakedness, of the fact that Dom would be watching him go
down on another man. His gaze strayed to his mentor. Did he enjoy seeing this?
Did he feel that same undercurrent of jealousy?

There was a darkness in
Dom’s eyes, one that was oddly fitting the heaving of his chest and the way he
bit into his own lip as he watched Seth’s mouth filled with cock that smelled
of clean flesh and leather, with just a hint of sweat. Its slight curve teased
Seth’s palate, sliding over it smoothly.

“You like that?” uttered
Domenico’s raspy baritone, and the hand in Seth’s hair tightened, pushing him
forward as if Dom wanted to spear him on the whole cock at once, taking control
even if it wasn’t him getting sucked. It instantly had Seth gagging, and Silvio
groaned, his lips getting a tint of arousal.

Dom’s grip made Seth’s
cock throb. The power of those hands caused a shiver running all the way down
to his balls, and seconds later a few drops of precome dripped from his cock to
the carpet. He mewled around the cock, not backing off despite gagging. The
flood of sensations had Seth rasping through his nose. The harsh pull on his
hair in contrast to the surprisingly gentle petting on his cheek. The smell of
leather and the scent of Domenico. The heat in his cheeks and the chill in his
numb hands.

Dom pulled him back in
one rapid move, much to Silvio’s disappointment, but Silvio’s groan was
contained in Domenico’s mouth in yet another forceful kiss. Seth coughed,
watching a thread of saliva extend between his tongue and the glistening cock,
but a strong yank toward Domenico’s hips was enough of a hint to direct him that
way.

Now this dick Seth knew
all too well by now. He looked up at both of their faces, seeking their
attention as he downed the thick prick in one smooth motion. He had to back off
quickly but repeated the move, happy with the rasp he got from Dom and the way
Silvio’s eyes slightly widened above him.

Domenico mouthed
Silvio’s sharp cheekbone, lapped at it as if it were covered in sugar, but he
had no such gentleness for Seth. He thrust his cock deeper into his mouth with
a grunt of approval. The familiar width was enough to relax Seth for more cock,
and he arched his neck, lining the entrance with the red carpet of his tongue.

He liked handing over
the control in cocksucking, becoming the delivery man of Dom’s pleasure. Seth
panted, his arms slightly shaking from the strain in his hands. He gave the
task all his attention, but he was soon passed back to Silvio, to enjoy a body
more lithe than Dom’s sturdy, wiry build, and yet so strong and muscular under
the perfect skin.

It got easier with time,
and he could take both of the dicks all the way into his throat. He loved their
firm thighs, the hips which assaulted him over and over again, he was in love
with their balls slapping against his chin, with the aggressive pulls on his
hair, and the gentle fingers petting the sides of his face. He was in
man-heaven.