Dangerously Happy (29 page)

When we let go of each other he framed my face between his palms, kissed me again, searched my eyes, gave me one of his cradling, calming gazes and an assuring smile that made everything go back to normal. And then his smile turned mischievous. “You’re really fine?”

“
Really.”

“
So fine that you want to keep playing?” he asked quietly.

It was my out. If I said no now, nobody would hold it against me. Not that Dario would, anyway. But after the condom issue even Xavier would have to give me a pass and not think of me as the guy who’d chickened out. But, nervous, even scared as I was of what they might subject me to next, I wasn’t ready to quit quite yet. So I said, “Yes.”

“
You’re sure, love?” So tender. And, even now, after just coming, even after seeming so worried a moment earlier, his voice was laced with arousal.

“
I’m sure.”

Xavier had been quiet all this time, and when I looked over he was gazing at us, his expression thoughtful. Like he was trying to memorize or understand our conversation. The way Dario and I were with each other. But now, with me looking at him, maybe seeing that as the sign that he was back in charge, his contemplative expression gave way to a wicked grin. “That’s my brave boy,” he said. He looked at Dario for a moment, and again I had the silly idea that they were communicating telepathically. Not looking at me, but holding Dario’s gaze instead, Xavier said, “No point in crying over spilled milk. But no point in wasting it, either.” Xavier got up and stood by the ottoman in front of Dario’s armchair. “Darling, Dario’s going to put you over his knee, now. Don’t fuss. Be a good boy, and do as he asks.”

I felt a little let down, disappointed that things were de-escalating, if Xavier couldn’t think of anything more exciting to do after what he’d done to me in the car, after having me on my knees between them, than to give me a spanking. Even a flogging. As much as I’d loved the thrill of playing with Vera that way, being on the receiving end of a spanking just felt like silly role play with the potential for pain, which didn’t sound all that appealing. But I was willing to give it a try, if that’s what turned Xavier on, and especially since Dario seemed absolutely breathless with anticipation.

Dario led me to the ottoman, not roughly or forcefully, but with his hand wrapped affectionately around my upper arm. Standing me just in front and facing the ottoman, Dario sat down, grinned up at me as if this were all a bit of a joke, as if maybe he thought it was all a little silly, too, then took my hand, again, very sweetly, lingering like that a moment, our fingers and palms making that by now familiar connection while he held me in his gaze, then coaxed me down. It was awkward, a little comical draping myself over his lap, especially when he made me shift forward so that my hip bones were exactly on top of his thigh, because now my torso and head were hanging over the edge of the ottoman toward the floor.

Dario was lightly stroking my back, his hand warm, his touch familiar and soothing. “Stop struggling to balance yourself. Just relax. Go soft. Drape yourself over me,” he told me quietly in the intimate voice, which I realized he seemed to only use with me. Not with Xavier. When I’d done as he said, made my body lax so it hung limp and heavy over Dario’s thighs, it surprised me how vulnerable I suddenly felt. Like I’d quietly surrendered. I saw Xavier step around behind me. I guess it was only going to be a spanking, because I didn’t see a riding crop or flog in his hand. The fact that he was fully dressed—he’d even done his fly back up—while Dario and I were both naked added a little frisson to the situation, and when I felt the fabric of his pants brush against the backs of my legs a little shiver rippled through me, waking my cock, which had deflated since the condom incident. But when I felt Xavier get down on his knees behind me, I went absolutely rigid again with sudden alarm. Dario stroked my back again and said softly, intimately, “Ssshhh, love. Be good and do as I said. Be soft.” His hand slid down my back, over my ass, down my thigh and up again. “I’m going to spread you and show Xavier your asshole. Behave yourself and be still.”

Suddenly I was way more aroused, and way more worried than when I’d thought I was in for a flogging. I felt Dario’s hands on my cheeks, still flexed because I couldn’t quite will myself to relax, felt his fingertips converge on my cleft, heard him murmuring like a prayer, a chant, “Soft, love. Soft,” and as I finally managed to obey, the pressure of his fingertips pressing into my flesh, spreading me open. “That’s right, love. Now be good. Be still and let Xavier see.”

I knew it was Xavier’s fingertip landing on the small of my back, then tracing lightly down, down, over the ticklish knot of nerves just below, then gliding along the exposed shallow of my cleft, until it paused on my asshole. “Look at you, all inflamed and bothered. Is that because you’ve been letting us ream your hole?” Fuck. Xavier and his dirty talk. My dick was half hard again.

“
Answer him,” Dario said, his voice quiet but demanding.

“
Yes.”

“
Did you let Dario put his dick up your ass, darling? Did you let him fuck your asshole?”

“
Yes.”

“
Did you let him pump a load of cum into your hole? Hmmm?”

“
Yes.”

“
Am I going to have to clean out that dirty hole now?”

I seized up, went rigid again, almost ready to scramble off Dario’s lap, out of Xavier’s reach. He’d told him. I couldn’t believe it. I was too embarrassed, fucking humiliated to even feel angry. Dario—I’m sure it was Dario—pressed his arm down firmly on my lower back, just short of causing me pain and making it absolutely impossible for me to wiggle free, while Xavier wrenched my thighs apart and pried my knees wide open with his, planting himself between my legs and trapping me like that. Dario still had one hand on my ass cheek, and Xavier grabbed the other and together they spread me wide open again, and I felt Xavier’s fingertip press against my pucker—inflamed and sensitive after having the butt plug in there, after sex with Dario—and as the pressure increased little by little, Xavier’s finger forced past my barrier and started to enter me.

I swear, I didn’t just blush then. I'm blushing now just thinking about how Xavier plunged that finger into my ass, right to the hilt, until I felt his knuckles wedged up against my backside, and then his finger slipped free, slippery as hell, almost no friction at all, then Xavier saying, “Darling, you’re hole is brimming over with Dario’s creamy spunk. It’s going to take a little while to get you cleaned out.” And then I heard the unmistakable sound of Xavier sucking his finger clean. “It’ll go faster, darling, if I use two fingers.”

I don’t know if he did it because he thought I was going to start squirming again, or if he did it just to ratchet up my humiliation and with it my arousal, but Dario firmed up his grip on my ass and said, “Hold still for Xavi, now. Let him get you cleaned up, love.”

I felt the more intense pressure and dilation of Xavier’s two fingers burrowing into my hole, twisting slowly back and forth, then slipping away again, and again that wet slurping sound as he sucked Dario’s semen off his fingers.

“
Okay, darling. I’m going to try something else. Try to be still, now.” I thought for sure he was about to fuck me and my heart started hammering like crazy and “wait,” and “no,” were on the tip of my tongue, because I was sure the second he tried to cram that huge thing of his into me I was going to stretch too much and tear, but fuck, god, the next thing I felt was Dario taking his hand from my ass (but not the inescapable weight of his arm across my lower back), and Xavier firmly planting both of his hands on my cheeks, spreading me wide, and then, fuck, I felt his breath on my sweaty crack, warm breath but the breeze of it cooled my skin, his breath right there, right on my hole, wet with lube and sweat and semen, and then the warm, wet, wiggly, flexing press of his tongue. And without further ado he started eating my ass like his favorite flavor of ice cream, like licking the bottom of a pudding cup, like licking the frosting off a split-open Oreo. Dario had tongued my hole, but this was something else. Christ.

“
Are you a dirty boy?” Dario asked. “Are you getting hard?”

It was impossible to blush more than I already was. Impossible to get any harder than I was. “I’m hard. Fuck, I’m hard,” I gasped as Xavier’s tongue zeroed in on the center of that pucker and flexing and wiggling it worked its way slowly into my hole and then there was this unbearable little sucking sensation, and the weird, wet massage of his lips around my hole. Christ. The tonguing, the slurping sucking, like he was French kissing my asshole and looking for my tonsils. A wet, wriggling, flexing muscle that felt nothing like a toy or a cock. God, I thought I was dying. I yelped, I almost cried when I felt the sudden retreat of his tongue as it slipped out of my ass.

Squirming and panting in my suffering, I was only vaguely aware of Xavier walking away, and I thought I’d fucking cry.

“
Put him up here. Hands and knees.” I heard the thump, thump of him slapping some piece of furniture.

By the time Dario had me on my feet, which took a couple minutes because I was woozy from arousal or from all the blood going to my cock or to my head which had been dangling almost on the floor, Xavier was naked—the titan revealed in all his muscled glory, an enormous tattoo draped over his collar bones, down one side of his torso and one leg like a sash or an enormous snake—and rolling a condom onto that monster cock of his. When I looked at Dario he wasn’t watching Xavier, wasn’t looking at that cannibal warrior’s massive weapon, he was looking at me. Trying to read me. My decision. But he didn’t say, “Are you sure?” or “You don’t have to.” He just waited, and when I said nothing, he led me over to where Xavier was standing, and between the two sofas that were usually pressed back to back but which Xavier must have shoved a foot or so apart. “I want you up here, love. One leg here, and one here.” As if I’d waded into a deep river and let the current carry me away, I let Dario’s voice, my arousal, Xavier’s will lift me from the floor, my shins planted on the backs of both couches, my body, my cock, my balls suspended in the gap between.

At that point, I wasn’t at all sure. I’d more or less resolved to go through with it, or to do my best to go through with it, but I was basically kneeling there bracing myself for the pain. Dario touched my face, and I pulled myself out of my downward spiral and met his eyes. Teasing, almost taunting voice, but earnest, searching gaze: “You were so hard while Xavi was eating you. What’s happened, love? You’re not afraid, are you?”

Then I heard Xavier say, “Don’t worry, Dario.”
Not
Don’t worry, Aidan.
“I’m always very careful with the precious things my friends give to me. I won’t break him. He won’t have so much as a scratch on him when I give him back to you.”

Dario didn’t say anything to Xavier, or even look over at him. He just kept his gaze fixed on me, and when I’d calmed down a bit, Dario wrapped his arms around me and, as we held each other, he took a little step back, forcing me bend down and lean forward onto him.

When Xavier’s lubed-up finger slid into my ass, I shuddered and clung more desperately to Dario. Dario, caressing my hair, stroking my back as Xavier took his time fingering my hole, getting it good and slick, and even though I was still nervous, hanging onto Dario like my life depended on him, my cock was hanging full and heavy, now, starting to throb and stir again. Then I felt Xavier’s hand on my hip, and he said, “Now, let’s see if I can squeeze into this tight little hole of yours, Dario.” I don’t know what it was, but that phrase, as if Dario owned my ass, drove a dark little thrill for me, and despite my panic as I felt the prodding nudge of Xavier’s cockhead against my pucker, my cock was getting harder by the second. When Xavier’s cockhead, big and hard as an unripe plum, started to burrow into me, I gasped and bit the silky, muscular flesh of Dario’s trapezius, and he wrapped his arms tighter around me.

“
Dammit, Dario, it’s like taking a virgin. I wouldn’t believe you’d fucked him before, if you hadn’t just done it right in front of me. But I guess if my fat cockhead can squeeze through, the rest shouldn’t be any problem, hmmm?” Panting, clinging to Dario as he held me close, I felt Xavier’s thick cock tunnel into me inch by inch, until I felt his hips pressed up against my ass. Xavier was panting, trembling almost as much as I was. Even though he moved slowly, it was hard to take, hard to be still for him as Xavier pulled almost all the way out, then sank into me again, again. But I was rock hard. Trembling as much with arousal as fear, now, even when Xavier said, “Now, finally, I’m really going to fuck you, darling.”

The first deep, determined thrust knocked a fretful little whimper out of me, which made Xavier sigh and made Dario open his arms so he could look at me. Another deep, ramming thrust, and then another, Xavier grunting, panting, my asshole feeling strained, stretched and filled to the absolute limit, incredibly intense, but not painful, and Dario brought his mouth to mine and took me in a deep, rousing kiss. Fuck, god that felt amazing, having Dario’s tongue in my mouth, the way he kissed and nursed and bit my lips as Xavier flexed and humped, filling me, reaming me, and, fucking Christ, hitting that spot, not with every thrust, but just every now and then, on purpose or not but it was driving me straight to the edge.