Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (15 page)

Domenico’s hand was
keeping Seth’s face on the table when the other tickled his buttocks. Before he
knew it, two slick fingers penetrated his anus without warning. It did burn,
and his muscles clenched around the digits, but the pressure lessened with the
lack of movement.

Seth squealed like a pig
and writhed desperately, his toes curling. His face was on fire. “I-I mean…”
Seth had no idea what to say. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this time? But then again
he had to be rational. Dom didn’t like him, he’d be as mean after as he’d been
all day. Seth tried to wiggle his hips away, though his cock was throbbing for
touch.

“You what?” rasped
Domenico as his fingers moved again, drilling Seth’s ass, already preparing it
for the cock that was a constant presence at Seth’s buttock.

“Fuck.” Seth stopped
struggling altogether, breathing on the wood of the table. “I can’t believe I’m
letting you do this.” His T-shirt was already sticking to his back, shivers of
excitement reaching Seth’s balls. There was discomfort, yes, but the fire
ignited by a presence inside him was unmatched by anything he’d experienced so
far.

“Is it so good?”
Domenico reached Seth’s gland, making him weak in the knees, but before Seth
could even recover from the shock of pleasure, the blunt presence of something
much broader than the fingers pierced his body.

“Fuck, it’s so wide,”
Seth moaned and writhed under Dom, dragging his feet on the floor like a bull
ready to charge. He didn’t mean it as a compliment and swore at himself when he
realized it could be interpreted this way. The constant panting created a
wetness on the table by his face.

Domenico’s groan
confirmed his incorrect interpretation of Seth's words, but Seth embraced the
firm hug he got as soon as Dom was settled all the way in his ass. At least he
remained motionless for the pain to pass. “You are so fucking tight... did
anyone tell you that?” His chest shook with a laugh. “No, no one did, I’m your
first.”

Seth tensed up, barely
breathing, the problems in gasping for air making him light-headed. “‘Cause I
always topped.” Seth groaned, adjusting to the thickness inside of him. He knew
what to expect, so despite the discomfort, he at least knew what to look
forward to. This mindfuck would never end.

“Good, fresh pickings
for me.” Domenico’s teeth on his back were sending jolts of electricity up and
down Seth’s body.

Seth arched his hips,
trying out different angles to see how it would feel. “Pig.”

The sudden move Dom made
with his hips was enough to press a sharp yell out of him. It hurt like fuck.
Shaking, he turned his head away from Domenico’s warm breath.

“Don’t insult a man when
he’s got his cock up your ass.”

Seth clenched his hands
into fists, drops of sweat beading on his tense thighs. “Oh yeah? Say that
again, and I’ll throw you off,” he rasped against the rational part of his
brain which was telling him to just take it and shut up.

Domenico’s laugh hot on
his back was unsettling. He slammed his cock back all the way inside, the burn
so bad Seth got to his toes, squealing. He didn’t even know if the sounds he
was making were more embarrassing or the fact that he was too weak to avoid
their cause.

“I want to see you try.”

White rage fogged over
Seth’s mind, his arms trembling. This wasn’t how he wanted it to be. He knew in
the position he was in, struggle was futile. Before he could evaluate if it was
a good decision, Seth grabbed the fork off the table and swung his hand back
with it, trying to stab Dom, but it was a useless attempt. Domenico grabbed his
wrist and twisted it so rapidly, Seth almost stopped to breathe with the pain.
The utensil dropped to the wood and Domenico launched himself at Seth without
even an ounce of mercy. Within seconds, his rapid thrusting turned Seth’s ass
numb and sore at the same time.

“Don’t you fuck with
me!” gasped Domenico, slapping his hips into Seth’s buttocks over and over.

Seth clenched his teeth,
but moans and whimpers kept leaving his mouth. At one moment he curled up and
the next, he straightened up his legs, lifting Dom like an angry bull. “Get
off! I’m not your bitch!” he rasped.

“Then don’t act like a
little wimpy bitch.” Domenico bit his shoulder, never stopping the assault.
Seth’s pulse was muting everything other than his own breath and the slap of
skin against skin.

“How dare you!? How
fucking dare you!” Seth yelled at him, tensing his muscles even more and he
reached out for the gun peeking out of Dom’s trench coat on the chair. His body
trembled under Dom’s. “Trapped” didn’t cut it.

Domenico didn’t even
respond, but slowed down his initially punishing thrusts. He was now making
broad, slightly circular movements with his hips, nailing Seth’s prostate
almost every time. With his rich, manly smell gluing to Seth like the sweetest
honey, Seth let his arm fall back on the table. He put his sweaty cheek on the
wood, already knowing he would never reach that gun. The way Dom’s cock touched
exactly the right place inside of him muted the pain from before, confusing him
so bad, he shut his eyes. He was going into complete sensory overload, when on
top of all the smells and the rough pounding, the tip of his own cock brushed
against the underside of the table top.

Domenico’s voice got to
him through the sounds of their gasps and heartbeats. “Feels better today,
doesn’t it?”

“No.” Seth arched his
back for emphasis. He tried to grasp his cock, tried to jerk off, but it wasn't
possible while he was lying flat on the table. Fan-fucking-tastic. He wouldn’t
even get that out of that fiasco? But with his prostate constantly brushed
against, he couldn’t focus, jolts of arousal sparking up to his dick every
time. The heat in his bowels was getting more and more intense as Domenico
increased the speed of his thrusts, covering him completely with a warm,
muscled body. Seth couldn’t stop the shaking in his limbs when to his
amazement, he found himself on the verge of orgasm, pushed there with each
expert jab of Domenico’s cock, while his own slapped against the wood time and
time again.

Seth clenched his fists.
The hair on Dom’s stomach rubbing against the small of his back was driving him
mad with lust. He didn’t care enough to fight his moans anymore. The intensity
of the orgasm had him crying out and fighting back tears. Only yesterday had he
found out what it meant to have his prostate touched and today he was getting
milked. Shivers went through his whole body, and he kept moaning and coming,
with Dom still rocking his cock in. “Oh my fucking God…” He never thought he
could be the kind of guy who comes just from being fucked.

“You’re mine.”

Domenico’s words tore
right into Seth’s brain, leaving him as a quivering mess. He let Dom take his
pleasure in sharp, shallow thrusts now that Seth’s own balls were so dry they
ached. He was still pulsing all around the invading cock as if his body
instinctively didn’t want to let this wonderful thick thing go.

Dom’s orgasm shook them
both. He grabbed at Seth, clenching his fingers on his flesh like he expected
there to be handles, his hips in a frantic rhythm that stopped with a final
thrust and a silent cry.

This was a moment of
weakness Seth could have taken advantage of, but he didn’t care anymore. He was
too busy recovering from an orgasm different to any other he’d ever
experienced. His mind was blank yet full of conflict. Did he want it? Did he
not want it?

Domenico rested on top
of him with a soft sigh, and the caressing touch of his hand down Seth’s side
was like a breath of fresh air, for the time being cancelling out anything bad
the bastard did. Seth still sort of wished he had managed to stab him with the fork.
That would have taught him.

“Good, you were so
good,” Dom whispered.

Seth swallowed, unsure
how he felt about that comment. After all, it was nice to hear compliments, and
that was part of the problem. Dom was inconsistent in his wickedness, which made
it hard to evaluate whether he was an asshole or not. He certainly fucked like
a demon. In the end, Seth settled on a nonverbal agreement, arching his head
into Dom’s touch, moving his shoulder blade in a silent plea for another kiss,
another gentle touch of those warm, freakishly firm hands. He almost whimpered
when with a slight burn, the cock dislodged itself from his anus.

“Ouch,” he hissed. “Be
careful…” Seth held on to the table, so he wouldn’t slide off, which was a risk
with his knees being Jell-O. The sex was like a roller coaster going from good
to bad and back to good again, but now, in the afterglow, shame was already
creeping up Seth’s spine. Even with the gentleness of Domenico’s touch, he
couldn’t help feeling guilty about letting that swine of a man fuck him like
that. His ass felt like it had been rubbed raw.

“Come, let’s go to bed,”
said Domenico as if nothing had happened.

Seth slowly straightened
back up and stepped out of his pants without looking up into Dom’s eyes. If he
really
didn’t want it, he would have probably fought back harder. And now, he was
letting Domenico hold him up, and stepped closer to the bed with him, led like
a lamb for slaughter. He even got a small kiss on the cheek.

So was Dom rough and
mean, or was he tender? Seth swallowed and lay down on the bed, completely
spent. “You’re still a pig,” he said and pulled the comforter over himself. The
mattress moving made him turn away, but Domenico pulled Seth back onto his back
and smiled down at him, spread along Seth’s body.

“From god to pig. Quite
a change within two minutes.”

Seth looked up,
reluctantly admitting to himself that Dom was more on the divine side. “Don’t
believe what a man says when he’s coming. Just like I’m not ‘yours’.”

A slow, languid kiss
shut him up for longer than it lasted, as the feel and taste of Domenico’s lips
was something that was hard to forget the moment it was gone. “I am your first,
of course you are.”

Seth wanted to argue,
but knew it would be pointless. He put a hand over his face with a sigh. Worst
thing was that they were done, back in bed, and he still couldn’t make the
decision whether he wanted it or not. Not that it mattered, since the decision
had been made for him.

Domenico’s eyes snapped
open. The mattress shifted when Seth’s bulky form rolled off it. He wobbled
with a soft groan, and Domenico noticed his abdominal muscles tensing in the
pale moonlight. Hidden beneath the bush of hair, and darkness, Dom pretended to
keep on sleeping, even though his senses were alert as ever. It was something
he picked up years ago, when he was still a child, and it remained with him
ever since. He could be asleep one moment and wide awake the next. Same went
for falling asleep.

He could feel Seth’s
gaze trailing over him, thick, sticky like a dab of honey spread over his skin.
Would Seth go for the gun now? He wasn’t the type to use a knife. But no, the
powerful form slouched with a firm exhale, and Seth walked around the bed. He
slowly moved to the bathroom like a wounded animal, with the muscles of his
naked back tense and his glorious round ass clenched so hard that dimples
appeared on it. He was making small, wonky steps, as if trying not to move his
thigh or ass muscles too much.

Dom sighed. He hoped
Seth would actually learn from this lesson. Dom had back in the day, and the
sooner Seth would realize the Family was like a pack of wild dogs, the better
for him. Bark at the wrong person—they will sink their teeth into your nape. At
least he’d let Seth come. He hoped this could help them bond. The sex was
insanely hot, and he was intent on grooming Seth into the lover he could be
with the right guidance.

Seth was gone for a
longer while, and with the water in the sink on, Dom guessed he had to be
washing. Made sense with his silly objections from the morning. Dom had no idea
how a guy Seth’s age could possibly be shy about things like that. There was
some muttering coming from the bathroom, but then the uneven steps were back.
Instead of the mattress yielding under Seth’s heavy body, some shuffling about
followed to the side of the bed and Dom saw Seth lower himself to the floor
with a grunt.

Domenico frowned. “What
are you doing?”

Seth yelped and got
tangled in the sweatshirt he was putting on. “Jeezus Christ. Don’t scare me. Go
back to sleep.”