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TWENTY-EIGHT
ANTHONY
I poured scotch intotwo short crystal tumblers and handed one to Sebastien. He glared at me over the rim of his glass with his eyes darker than I’d seen in a long time. Perhaps I’d never seen that shade of brown without the golden glow his eyes took on when his blood pumped violently through his veins.
Christ, the guy was fucking gorgeous.
I needed to get laid. He did too. We were both strung out and would do something stupid being this wound up. I pitied Giancarlo, who surely felt the same ache of sexual denial. Yet, he didn’t have the outlet Bastien and I did.
We could make ourselves feel good. Mindless. Sated. Sane.
I worried Bastien would start cutting himself again. For years, he damaged that gorgeous golden skin of his to get past the pain of losing Becca.
He eyed his empty glass and looked ready to break it. I lifted it from him and pressed my mouth against his. Hard.
He one-upped me and grabbed my neck with bruising strength. I always took control of him, but something in his kiss and his touch told me he wasn’t having it tonight. That worried me, but the feeling of him having his way with me spiked a throb in my jeans.
I softened my spine, my brain agreeing to give myself over to him. He needed something in this moment and missing Becca drained all the fight out of me.
His hands roughly dragged my zipper down, all while kissing me. Deeply with an edge that suggested he was on the verge of fury. I wasn’t a passive player, so I reached into his sweats finding his cock hard and the tip wet.
Bastien gripped my cock and I pushed it against his. Our rods rubbed together, slick from precum. We rubbed each other’s cocks back and forth until my hands were soaked.
His mouth never left mine, brutally claiming me with his tongue. A tongue I watched lick Becca’s clit, a tongue I wanted in my mouth for years before I made my move on him while were in college.
A night that changed our lives.
That night, Bastien the Bastard was born, even if he didn’t know it at the time. He was never the same after taking my dick deep in his ass. A hard shell formed around him, perhaps to make up for feeling insecure from coming so hard when I fucked him.
Time stood still for a moment as we just kissed, breathing hard. I smelled the sweet scotch on his breath as his stroking slowed down.
God, yeah, don’t make me come too soon.
I wanted this to last. For the first time in days, I didn’t feel the excruciating pain of missing Becca. Worrying about where she was.
Bastien broke the kiss as if he could read my thoughts, and my cock was throbbing so damn hard like a runner’s heartbeat. I licked my lips ready to suck on his swollen head. But he stopped me. Liquid fire erupted in his eyes as he lowered his head to suck me.
I leaned against the long marble island that divided his kitchen and living room area. This loft was fucking sweet. Arched windows lined one wall drenching us with a glow that never left Manhattan even in the middle of the night.
My heart pounded as I braced myself, fearing he’d stop touching me. Fearing he’d never touch me again. That he’d cross over to some dark side I couldn’t save him from. That he’d be too far gone by the time we found Becca. That she’d reject him all over again for being such a ruthless monster.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. Bastien took control of me, and it flashed through my head so quickly, I nearly gasped.
He wanted to fuck me.
My body seized at the anticipated invasion in my ass of what I knew was a massive cock. It barely fit in my mouth. Sensing my hesitancy, the motherfucker kissed me again softer. Tracing his lips across my forehead while my finger dragged through his stubbled jaw.
I needed that rough feel scraping against my hard cock, I was so sensitive at this point.
With a final squeeze of my dick, he moved lower with his mouth one excruciating inch at a time. I pulled my tee-shirt up to feel those wet lips on my chest. They slowly dragged across every plane of ab muscles heading toward my cock. Bastien’s hands closed around my balls before his mouth reached my dick.
On his knees, he licked the tip first and then laved the underside reaching my balls. Roughly, he pushed my leg up to get at my sack, but he didn’t stay here. His tongue traced over the stitched skin beyond my balls.
Oh fuck...
No man’s ever put his mouth there. Not even Bastien. I did that to him. That was our game. I wasn’t sure I could handle what he wanted from me now that I felt his hot wet tongue rimming my hole.
I was useless at that point and needed to hold myself up against the island while Bastien took control of me. A dark chuckle escaped his throat, sensing how he upended me. Fucking bastard. We needed this distraction. I needed to fuck until I forgot my own name.
His hand reached up and stroked my stomach. I gripped it and started licking his fingers, wetting them thoroughly. As I exhaled, his eyes met mine and my world spun out of control. While pumping my cock, that wet finger found my hole, massaging the puckered edges. Slowly, it filled me up. I was so wired and high, I could off my load right here if I didn’t get under control.
A fucking long finger violated me, so damn deep. One, then two, preparing me for that cock of his. He stretched me so good, the feeling so euphoric. Electric.
I panted heavily as my hips rocked. He had complete control of me. Fingers in my ass, lips on my balls, and a violent hand jerking me off.
“Aw fuck,” I grunted, preferring to howl and scare the neighbors.
Every time he pulled his fingers out and thrusted them back in, the achy pleasure doubled. My hips thrust, filling his other hand with my cock, pushing into it like I was fucking him. Like I was fucking Becca.
Her face flashed in my mind. Where the fuck was she? Look what her absence had done to me.
I held my own leg up at this point letting Bastien have complete control over me with his hands. “Jesus, man.”
“Feels fucking fantastic, don’t deny it. Don’t deny me. I give you everything when you’re doing this to me.”
“You’re fucking tied up, usually.”
“My submission is my gift to you. Time to reciprocate. It’s about time I fuck you, Anthony.”
“Christ, you’re gonna make me explode.”
“Now. You come now for me.”
As fire crawled up my cock, Bastien closed his mouth around me and sucked me so hard I lost my balance. He milked my cum and a crazy powerful orgasm rocked me.
“Becca,” I cried out. “Suck me, angel.”
When the waves stopped, my legs gave out. Bastien stood and thrust his cum soaked tongue in my mouth. “Anyone else’s name, I’d kill you.” He kissed me again. “She does suck a good cock, doesn’t she?”
“Mmmm.” I couldn’t say more.
“We’re gonna find her. Get her back.”
“Mmmm,” I groaned again and Bastien grabbed my chin.
He was still on fire, his cock bobbing, the head coated with precum. “Why don’t you sound convinced?”
“What?” I was still catching my breath.
He gripped my tee-shirt which I’d brought over my head and he yanked me toward his bed, my feet unable to keep up.
“Bastien, what the fuck?”
He threw me on the bed, and in a fit of anger, I took a swing at him, but he caught my fist. “Tell me something, Messina.”
“You need to come before you start talking.”
“Oh, I’m gonna come. In your ass. But first...” He lurched forward, one knee slamming into my right shoulder. Holding his cock, he said gruffly, “Open your mouth.”
Since he wanted to throat fuck me first, I wasn’t arguing with him. I lifted my head and reached for his cock, but he slapped my hand away.
His eyes were laser focused on my mouth, the corners pinching when I licked my lips. Submitting, I opened up. He was in a dark place, not his usual brutal self. He bordered on vicious. His fury aroused the hell out of me. The taste of his cock as it shoved past my tongue hardened me all over again.
“Fuck,” he groaned, letting his head fall back. “Did your father put a hit on Becca?”
I gagged as my throat tightened, but I managed a tight shake of my head.
“That you know of. I expect you to find out.” He thrusted hard and fast, fucking my mouth. The view of him stole what little breath I had left. A long torso of sculpted abs, his arms crossed above his head, holding his neck. Everywhere I looked, beyond the beauty, I saw those silvery-white scars from his cutting days. And to my relief, nothing else. No fresh cuts.
If this was what I had to do to make him not go back, I’d do this every night.
His length roughly slipped in and out of my mouth gagging me in between. The choking feeling drenched my mouth in saliva as he savagely throat fucked me.
Bastien used my mouth for his pleasure, my lips softening around his cock, my throat swallowing him down.
My cock hardened and I struggled to stroke myself. The guy could at least turn around and jerk me off.
“You look so fucking hot right now with my cock sliding down your throat. I remember seeing Becca’s mouth around your cock the first time,” he said, easing in and out. Those damn dark glossy curls dangling in front of his eyes made him even hotter than fuck. Volcanic. “I came in my pants.” His thrusts grew frantic, frenzied.
I let Bastien punish me. He had to get this rage out of his system. Cool air rushed into my lungs as I looked up to see Bastien stroking his wet dick. His weight came off me, but he wasn’t done with me.
“On your knees.”
I had to give him what he wanted. His depraved state of mind was partly my fault. I’d only refused to marry Becca right away when my father first told me she was mine to claim. I should have told Papa flat out I wouldn’t marry her at all. That I wouldn’t take her away from Bastien.
The devil inside him had returned because she was gone. And I was taking a hard throbbing dick in the ass for the mistake I made five years ago.
With my hands free, I stroked my cock up and down over the head using my precum to make it slick. I couldn’t stop thinking of Becca’s wet pussy. The way that warm tight channel squeezed my cock and hugged me.
Bastien pushed my right shoulder down as he mounted me. I felt my ass cheeks spread open and then a drop of warm saliva fell into my cleft, my crack. “Hold the fuck on, Messina.” He filled me in one thrust. An electric current shot through me. It hurt so fucking much, but his dick was so wet from my mouth and his saliva coated it enough to feel slippery.
Fucking amazing.
“Good, huh?” he pushed out.
“Fuck me, you prick. Fuck me the way I fuck you.”
That command may have been a mistake.
Bastien went off on me, pounding with relentless drives, sweat dripping on my back, or maybe it was blood from him biting his lip. He used me and lost himself to the monster who wanted to rip this city apart until he found Becca.
If him using me like this kept him from destroying everything we worked for, it’s what I had to do.
“Goddamn it.” Bastien pulled out of me yelling all kinds of expletives as cum sprayed across my ass including my tender hole. His nails dug into my back, piercing the skin.
When I thought it was over, he shoved his dick back into me.
And the rage started all over again.
All night long.
