Page 13 of At The End Of The Day

He was frowning, his fingers splaying out. “I just now realized I ain’t never seen you with a chick before.”

“So, that makes me gay?”

He snorted and jostled about to sit up on his knees so he could sink to his haunches. “I mean, look at everyone else, we all been seen with chicks. You haven’t.”

“So, I don’t date. Big deal.”

He crawled to the edge of the mattress and stood, cautiously approaching with his arms folded. “Just you and me, man. We ain’t never had lies between us.”

I clucked my teeth, twisted my waist, and snatched another cigarette, quickly lighting it. My skin crawling, dread was weighting my stomach, making me sick. Looked like I was about to lose that last friend I had. Fuck Jackyl! If he hadn’t started all this shit, none of this would be happening. I’d still have him, and Dash, and my sister wouldn’t be mentally and emotionally scarred for life.

“Vin—”

“What, Dash?” I shouted, shooting a glare his way. “What the fuck you wanna know?”

He paled, the whites showing around his irises. His Adam’s apple bobbing with a loud gulp, he was breathing quicker. “Holy shit, you’re a fag.”

Instant rage shot through my system, bounding me to my feet in the blink of an eye. With my free hand, I grabbed his throat tightly. Growling from the pit of my stomach, I spun him around and slammed him into the window, rattling the wooden blinds. “Don’t you fucking call me that, motherfucker. Got it?” I bellowed, ringing my own ears.

Blanched, eyes bulging, he grimaced at the resonation of my voice. “Holy shit.”

Seeing him in shades of red, I was panting, sweat beading my forehead. “Don’t you ever use that word again. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Gasping for a full breath, his sight was bouncing back and forth between my eyes, his own skin sheening with perspiration. “I…I-I-I’m s-s-sorry, man. Oh, shit, I’m sorry.”

I leaned closely, so our noses were touching, my voice low and dripping with rage. “Have I ever been anything but solid with you? Huh?” I blasted.

He flinched and closed his eyelids, trying to shake his head against my hold. “N-No.”

“Who the fuck went to jail for you, motherfucker? Who?”

He gulped again, tipping his head back to peer down the length of his nose. Very quietly, his gravelly tone replied, “You.”

I leaned even closer, now speaking barely above a whisper. “And have I ever given you reason not to trust me?”

His brows arching, he again attempted to shake his head. “No,” he breathed.

I stared into his eyes a moment before searching his features. Emotions high, I suddenly became overwhelmed with an aggression I’d never felt before. Frantic, desperate, worried, betrayed, frightened, all the feelings plaguing since I discovered the truth about Jackyl hit and I needed an escape. Not even thinking, I crushed my lips to his, thrusting my tongue past his teeth.

Dash flung himself further against the blinds, his hands flying to the sides. Taking an abrupt step closer to him so my body was pressed to his and my head was tipped down a bit, my fingers slid up to his jaw and forced his back to hold the kiss. All the blood rushing to my brain, I grew dizzy from his taste, the softness of his tongue. Tossing the cigarette to the floor, I shoved my hand into his sweats and fiercely gripped his cock.

He grunted and thrashed about, banging into the wooden slats again. The heels of his palms shoved on my shoulders, trying to push me away, but I refused. Intensifying the kiss while rubbing to make him hard, his grunts of protest grew more frantic as he seriously tried to break away.

The second he was semi erect, I dropped to my knees, yanked down the front of his sweats, and scoffed him into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” he croaked, jerking violently against the window. “Oh, oh, shit.”

One hand buried in my head, tugging, while the other clutched my shoulder, his nails digging into my skin. Rapidly bobbing, he grew thicker, longer, harder between my lips. A palm cupping an ass cheek, the other tucked between his thighs to stimulate his perineum.

“Ah, shit!” he howled, rising to his tiptoes. “Unh, oh, fuck.”

I groaned when the first drop of precum hit my tongue, fueling a hunger I’d not felt in so damn long. One second, he was trying to push me away, the next, he was shoving me forward. Poor Dash had no idea what he wanted at the moment.

Daring to be bolder, my middle finger reached between his cheeks, found the hole, and pressed. He thrashed about again and whimpered, his thighs shaking. Very carefully, I forced the first knuckle inside and he nearly came undone.

“Ah, oh, unh, unh, oh, shit, fuck, oh, shit.”

Groaning at the sounds he was making, I grew more aggressive, slurping and gagging on his dick. Spit dribbling off my chin, I eased my finger further until I felt the small, spongy patch. The second I grazed it, Dash was flopping about, trembling, both hands fisting my hair. Bending over, he was making all kinds of noises that ranged between erotic, disgust, and pain.