Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 2 (19 page)

Seth moaned and writhed in the grip, pulling
his thighs together, even though it wouldn’t help. Like an animal
yet to be tamed. “Oh, God, Dom…” That was exactly what Dom wanted
to hear. His name came right after God’s.

“Yes?” he whispered, circling the swirl of
flesh with his finger.

“Um… slide it in? Maybe?” Seth said in a
trembling voice, as goose bumps started appearing over his
skin.

Instead of obliging, Dom leaned in and
brushed his tongue along the crack, pushing Seth into the table, so
that he wouldn’t jerk too hard. He loved seeing Seth actually
request to be fingered though. That was what Dom called
progress.

“That feels good,” Seth said in a small
voice.

“I know.” Domenico smiled, enjoying the way
Seth’s cheeks threatened to squeeze his face hard, held back only
by Dom’s own fingers. He started teasing the opening with short,
lavish laps, groaning at the saltiness of the musky flesh.

The thighs, which Seth had earlier pulled
together, were now parting again before Dom’s eyes, as if Seth was
opening up to him in all ways imaginable. Every touch of Dom’s
tongue provoked a new moan, and he could hear Seth sliding his
fingers along the marble counter.

Dom was ready to conquer. Pulling the
buttocks as far apart as he could, he pressed his face deeper into
the cleft and pushed the tip of his tongue right into the clenched
opening.

“Oh fuck. Yes, like that,” Seth muttered,
rising to his toes again. That was exactly what Dom wanted, having
Seth admit how much he wanted it, having him ask for it, so he
pushed deeper with a slow stabbing motion, screwing his tongue into
the tight, smooth channel. He couldn’t wait to embed his dick
inside as well. It would be hot, soft, and tight. He would be
milked, and he’d love every minute of it.

“Yes, please, wow,” came from Seth as he
slightly rocked his hips back and forth. He sounded a bit choked
but nonetheless eager. Seth’s muscles relaxed, ready to take
whatever Dom was willing to give. Cheered on by Seth’s openness, he
soon went into the familiar rhythm of licks and stabs, reaching to
his lover’s front without hesitation. His whole body melted when
that beautiful dick twitched in his hand, spilling moisture on
Dom’s waiting fingers.

“OhmyfuckingGod,” came from Seth. “Do that,
do that.” His cock throbbed with excitement, and he arched up high
on his toes, giving Dom the perfect angle of his ass. It was such a
treat to have him soft, begging, rolling his hips into Domenico’s
face with unabashed pleasure. And on top of that, to know Domenico
was the only man Seth ever did this for. Only his again. Without
warning, Domenico slipped a bit of a finger into the warm hole,
gently stroking it from the inside.

“Please! Please,” Seth raised his voice,
pushing back, all needy and trembling.

“What do you want,
sweet cheeks
?”
whispered Domenico, gradually pushing his finger deeper.

“You, you, I want
you
,” Seth
whimpered, stirring his hips. What a lovely euphemism for Dom’s
cock.

Breathless, Domenico pulled away the puddle
of fabric around Seth’s ankles and got up, kneading that fantastic
ass again. “Lie on your back,” he whispered, moving his fingers up
Seth’s back. If he wanted Seth to look him in the eyes as they
fucked, he needed to say good-bye to the shapely shoulder blades.
He would still listen to those sweet indecencies that Seth only
ever dared to say when he let loose in sex.

Seth was wobbly on his feet when he had to
stand up to turn. When he faced Dom, his cheeks were red like a
glorious Sicilian tomato, grown in the finest sunshine on the
planet. Seth’s lips parted as he gasped for breath and sat on the
countertop. He was ripe and ready for being picked off the
bush.

“So beautiful,” whispered Domenico as he
stepped closer and spread his lover’s legs to the sides to make
room for himself. There was a white dusting of flour all over
Seth’s torso, and even on his handsome face, clinging to the
stubble.

Seth looked into his eyes and wrapped his
legs around Dom, lying back on the marble. “I want you to come
inside me.” It was barely audible, but Dom soaked up every syllable
of that confession. It seemed that all his blood sped right to
where it was most required, leaving his head empty and tingling. He
moved his hands over the beautiful lean flesh of Seth’s torso, dry
with the flour, some of which created white dots on the puckered
nipples. It was such a breathtaking sight Dom could hardly wait, so
he opened his pants and lowered them along with the briefs. Letting
his hard cock breathe was a relief, but all he cared for now was
putting it somewhere warm and tight. For now, he settled on
aligning it with the cleft of Seth’s ass.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you again?”

Seth’s gaze wandered off to the side, but his
thighs tightened around Dom’s hips. “I want to feel you come,” he
uttered and his cock, proudly arching against his stomach, did a
tiny twitch.

Domenico reached out for the olive oil
standing in a basket next to them and poured a large dollop into
his hand before winking at Seth, beyond excited. “It will feel like
the first time again.”

Seth pouted, which didn’t make him look any
less horny. “Because it’s ‘extra virgin’?”

Dom pulled his hips away only to replace his
cock with the oily hand. First two fingers went in as if Seth’s ass
were soft butter. “You are my only virgin.”

Seth grunted, sliding one of his hands over
Dom’s forearm, all laid out on the countertop to be devoured. He
looked back into Dom’s eyes again, wiggling his hips on the
fingers, looking greedy for more. “You’re my only top,” he
uttered.

Domenico’s cock threatened to burst at that
confession, but he got his emotions under control and started
screwing his fingers in Seth’s ass, spreading the oil in the smooth
channel. “Tell me what you are to me.”

“Your lover.” Seth’s flour-brushed stomach
and chest rose and fell rapidly with each moan at the finger
fucking. There was no resistance in his body, all relaxed and
open.

Dom groaned. “Yes, but I mean what you just
said. Say it again,” he pleaded, feeling his balls pull up. His
whole body was loaded with a high voltage charge.

“That you’re my first?” Seth swallowed, and
even his asshole throbbed with heat around Dom’s fingers.

Domenico caught himself uttering a whimper,
but he didn’t care. He nodded, pulling his fingers out only to
smear the remaining oil on his oversensitive cock.

“I’m no longer a virgin though. I’m all dirty
now,” Seth said with a little smile, just his top lip curling. He
arched his head back on the countertop, lying there like an
offering to Dom.

“You’re not. You’re my virgin,” whispered
Domenico and led his cock to its goal, not yet entering the
tempting heat. He moved the head up and down, forcing his breathing
to calm down. Seth was too beautiful, too delicious. It was hard to
think straight with him so open and willing.

“Yeah, do that…” Seth sighed and closed his
eyes, rocking against Dom’s erection and evoking dreams of having
Seth ride his cock one day. His buttocks were so hot and slippery
around the cockhead, and Seth clenched them, as if urging him in.
“I can be a virgin for you anytime.”

Domenico sank in. It was a slow, languid push
that required all of his self-control, with that incredible body
writhing under him clenching around his cock like a hungry mouth.
He curled his toes inside his shoes and closed his eyes to keep his
body on a leash because all it wanted now was to fuck. And that
wasn’t exactly what his mind intended. He wished to make Seth feel
so good he’d never even think of
looking
at another man.

“Oh, Dom!” Seth got louder, tightening the
grip of his legs around Dom. His eyes flew open to look into Dom’s,
while he arched up a bit to reach the buttons of Dom’s shirt. “It’s
the perfect size for me,” he rasped, setting Domenico’s skin on
fire.

Once he was fully embedded in Seth, Domenico
leaned forward and gathered some flour from the tabletop, only to
spread it all over the meat of Seth’s thighs. It was like kneading
dough, so incredibly sensual and sweet at the same time. “You feel
so good, I’d never want to leave.”

Seth must have gotten frustrated with the
buttons on Dom’s shirt, because he ripped the last one off to slide
his hands up Dom’s sides. “It’s your choice, because I’m yours,” he
whispered, never looking away from Dom’s eyes.

“Yes, yes you are,” gasped Domenico, sliding
his hands up Seth’s sides, desperate to claim his mouth again. “So
beautiful, soft, and tight.”

“Oh, yeah?” Seth bit his lip and clenched his
buttocks around Dom’s cock. Dom didn’t even realize he was moaning
until he heard himself. Seth slid his hands to his chest, tracing
Dom’s nipples with his thumbs.

“Yes,” whispered Domenico, pulling Seth into
a semi-sitting position and putting his arms around him as he
withdrew halfway, only to settle back into the warm hole, kissing
Seth again. Shivers were running up his spine like motorcycles up
an empty highway.

Seth’s mouth was just as inviting as his
perfect ass. They found a rhythm that suited them both and filled
the kitchen with moans. Seth held on to Dom’s neck so they could
hold each other closer. The scorch between them surely matched the
heat in the oven.

It was slow. Dom wanted it to last, so he
made only sparse movements, resting his cock in the sweet juiciness
of Seth’s insides as they kissed. Passion crawled all over their
bodies as fingertips brushed over heated skin, dry from the flour,
a bit rough. Just the way Dom liked it. The muscle he could feel
with every touch was making him shiver. He was inside such a
beefcake. And he wasn’t breaking in to eat it anymore, he was
invited for a meal and to stay the night. It made him realize that
it hadn’t tasted as well stolen as it did now, freely given. Dom
didn’t want to ponder a sour taste though when he had the sweetest
lips to sample and a tongue exploring his mouth in return. Seth
wasn’t just a good kisser, his mouth was hot and heavenly. It was
easy to forget the whole world when Seth’s tongue slipped under
Dom’s top lip and traced his gums. Every moan into Dom’s mouth was
a prize for keeping his self-control.

He pulled Seth’s head back by the hair and
bit into his throat, overwhelmed with joy at the way his partner
obliged to anything he came up with. His other hand kept squeezing
and massaging the flour-covered thighs. If he were a cannibal, this
would have been his dream meal. Juicy and tense even after the
careful tenderizing Seth was getting. He almost wished he could see
all that muscle bare, moving with Dom for mutual pleasure.

“Dom, I need to come,” Seth whimpered,
rocking himself onto Dom’s cock. “I want you to do it.” He
tightened the grip around Dom’s neck.

It was as if someone added rocket fuel to
Dom’s system. He grabbed Seth’s nape and pushed him back on the
table, setting a hurried rhythm. Seth’s flesh was massaging his
cock with such care he could hardly breathe when he took his
lover’s dick to return the pleasure. Time after time, he buried
himself in the sweetest hole he could remember.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me like that!” Seth was
getting loud and shameless, writhing against Dom’s cock and hand,
chasing his orgasm. He laid his arms behind his head, so his hands
hung down on the other end of the kitchen island. His reddened
chest was exposed in full glory, rising quickly with every breath.
“So fucking good, slam it in there!” he muttered and put an arm
over his face in perfect dichotomy of sluttiness and shyness. His
dick was dripping precome, and Dom knew he hit the right spot when
Seth’s thighs tightened around him and another few jabs later,
Seth’s dick spurted come all over his chest.

Domenico grabbed Seth’s hips, breathless with
awe. His body was steaming hot as it pushed against that willing
hole, pounding it like a machine gun. “Look at me,” he whispered,
grabbing Seth’s pecks. “I’m going to shoot in you.”

Seth’s ass throbbed around his cock, gripping
him in that post-orgasmic haze. Seth pushed his arm back over his
head and looked at Dom with his cheeks burning red. His body didn’t
move much, just Seth’s chest, when he took deep breaths. Other than
that and an occasional muscle twitch here and there, Seth was
turning into goo. It didn’t make his ass any less tight and hot.
Dom’s eyes went wider when, looking into his eyes while being
fucked, Seth gave him a tired smile and licked his top lip from one
side to the other.

Domenico came violently, bending over Seth
with a sharp cry. Thousands of sparks ran throughout his body and
into Seth, leaving Domenico boneless and incredibly sated. He
stumbled forward, keeping himself on his feet by sheer willpower.
“You’re so fucking hot...”

Seth reached out to stroke the side of Dom’s
face, his hand radiating unimaginable heat. “I own you.”

Domenico blinked, looking up to his handsome
face in confusion. “What?”

“When you come in me, I own a piece of you,”
Seth whispered and never looked away, even though his gaze became
half-lidded.

For once, Domenico was at a loss for words so
he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the center of Seth’s chest.
That was the appreciation he wanted from a man he just fucked. With
a slow nod, he withdrew his cock, wincing at the shock of cool air
on his scorching hot dick, but without wait, he climbed onto the
counter to join Seth.

This was the first time he was actually
grateful the kitchen in this apartment was so huge. He used to only
heat up food in the microwave here, never knowing what future
pleasures awaited him.

Seth let his legs flop down from the counter
as his breath slowly steadied. “I think the cupcakes cooled down
now.” He chuckled.