"Touch yourself," I demanded, my voice sounding harsh.
Dante used his right hand to jerk himself off as I reared back onto my knees so I could watch my cock shuttle in and out of his sleek body. I let one of my hands skim over his tight abdomen, enjoying the sensation of his muscles as he flexed his body to meet my thrusts.
"Harder!" Dante shouted as he frantically stroked himself. His face was contorted into a stunning mask of concentration and pleasure and that was enough to have me pounding into him as hard as I could. I used my hands to lift his legs higher and wider, opening him up more for me. He let out a satisfied cry as the move allowed me to slide even deeper into him and then he was shouting my name as he came. Ropes of semen shot all over his chest before pooling on his belly. Groans of pleasure poured out of him as I fucked him through the climax, only slowing when he began massaging his dick. His inner muscles eased their stranglehold on me which I was glad for because I was desperate to come.
But I was more desperate to make this night as perfect for him as it could be, considering the circumstances.
Dante's body trembled as I leaned over him and licked up some of the cum on his chest. I shared his release with him as I kissed him deeply.
"Good?" I asked, my ego riding high.
He barely managed a nod.
"You want more?" I asked as I gave him a little thrust. He moaned and then nodded. When he finally opened his eyes, I reveled in the satisfaction I saw there. I let my hands brush over his chest and paid close attention to his nipples before spying the pool of semen on his belly. A need I couldn't explain went through me and I found myself pulling my aching dick from the depths of his body. I felt Dante's eyes on me as I shifted over him. I maneuvered my cock so I could rub it in his cum, drenching the crown in the cooling, sticky fluid. I gathered the rest of it as best I could with my shaft and then levered back on my heels. Dante's pretty hole was open and waiting and I didn't even think twice before pushing back inside of him. He gasped and I looked up to see him watching me with a mix of shock and wonder.
He clearly hadn't been expecting the move.
I thrust into him hard and then dropped my body down on his. "What you do to me," I murmured. "I can't fucking get enough of you."
Dante's fingers fisted in my hair and he pulled me down for a sensual kiss that had my toes curling and my dick thickening even more inside of him. "I finally got something right," he whispered. Before I could call him out on the self-deprecating remark, he dragged me down for another kiss. I began thrusting into him in long, languid strokes as our mouths mated. I slipped a hand between our bodies and toyed with his hardening dick and balls. Within minutes, he was squirming beneath me, asking for more. I changed the angle of my hips and nailed his prostate which had him crying out in pleasure.
"Right there," he exclaimed and I felt his hands close over my ass as he tried to take over. I could tell he was close by the way his dick began pulsing in my hand, so I immediately stopped moving and released him.
"No!" he shouted, but I cut off him off with a kiss. I thrust into him hard, rocking his ass off the bed. On and on I drove him closer to the edge, only to back off each time. By the time my own body was crying out for relief, Dante was a shivering mess of need beneath me and I couldn't make sense of any of his pleas. I wrapped my arm beneath his back and pulled him up as I sat back on my heels. The change in position had me sliding even deeper and Dante eagerly met every upward thrust with a downward press of his hips. I splayed my hands over his ass, digging my fingers into his flexing muscles as he rolled his groin against mine. His dick was hard as a rock between us and I could feel his pre-cum slickening my skin.
We continued to consume each other's mouths as we neared the end. I could feel my orgasm just beneath the surface and began slamming ruthlessly into Dante, and when that still wasn't enough, I pushed him back down onto his back and pounded into him repeatedly. I was too far gone to be cognizant of anything besides my need to come and Dante's cries of pleasure as he clung to me. He screamed against my ear as his ass clamped down on my dick, setting off my own climax. I curled my arms under his back and over his shoulders, digging my fingers into his flesh hard enough to leave bruises as I began filling him with endless jets of cum. I was barely aware of Dante's orgasm and the resulting semen that coated my belly where his dick was pressed between us. Sweat slid down my back and ass as my body jerked uncontrollably, trying to get even deeper inside of him, which wasn't physically possible.
When the coil inside of me finally released me from its ruthless grip, I sank down onto Dante, not caring that I was too heavy for him. He was gasping against my neck and his arms were bruising in their hold as he hung on to me. I knew I needed to move … to ease my weight off him, to clean him up or urge him to shower with me … something. But I was completely spent and still lost in the energy that was tingling beneath my skin.
"I can't move," I said breathlessly, a chuckle escaping my lips.
"Good," Dante said softly. "Don't."
I smiled and kissed the curve of his shoulder. "We need to get cleaned up eventually."
"Eventually can wait," he responded tiredly and then his lips were searching out mine.
Chapter Twenty-One
Dante
Remy was a mess. Pure and simple. He'd looked bad the last time I'd seen him, but now he looked like death warmed over.
"Who is this?" Remy snapped impatiently when Magnus and I entered the alley next to the coffee shop. We'd been expecting Remy to come inside the warm shop to escape the bitter cold, but when he'd spied us through the window, he'd motioned to us with a jerk of the head to join him outside.
"This is my boyfriend, Magnus," I said as my eyes skimmed Remy's long, skinny body. He'd lost a considerable amount of weight and the clothes he was wearing weren't a good fit for the cold weather. He had a half-finished cigarette in one hand and he kept running his other hand over his shorn head. There were scabs on his face and hand like he'd been picking at his skin and his entire body was twitching. A large bruise covered his lower jaw and his lip was split. One eye was also blackened and he was constantly looking around and shifting back and forth on his feet like he was preparing to take off at any moment.
"Hi, Remy," Magnus said, but Remy merely nodded his head at him.
"Remy," I said, hoping to get the young man's attention on me. "Where's Aleks?"
He shook his head and took a drag on his cigarette. "Don't know."
"You said-"
"I'm gonna need some cash," he interjected. "A couple hundred bucks so I can get out of here."
Shit, had he lied to me just to get some money out of me?
"Remy-"
"He was at this party," Remy cut in. "The night before I called you."
"Where?"
He shook his head. "Don't know. They blindfolded us before taking us there. It was a house – old looking and kind of creepy. But not old like run down … "
"Gothic?" Magnus offered.
Remy nodded. "Yeah, maybe." He took another drag on his cigarette.
"You said they blindfolded you? Who?"
"Some guys. Les hired us out as entertainment to some party. Me and a few other guys."
"Les is your pimp?" I asked gently.
Another nod. "Said we were there in case any of the guys got overly excited by the merchandise."
I stiffened because I knew what he meant by merchandise. "Kids?"
"Yeah, I saw maybe five or six kids, but there could have been more. The party was spread out to different rooms. Kids were between ten and twelve, I guess."
"It was an auction?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I didn't hear anyone bidding, but some guys were taping the whole thing. "Viewing party, maybe?"
I felt like I was going to throw up and I shot Magnus a glance. He was outwardly calm, but I saw the tick in his jaw and knew inside he wanted to rip someone limb from limb. I was right there with him. But I needed to focus.
"You saw Aleks there?"
Remy tossed his cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out and immediately fished another one out of his pocket. I forced myself to be patient as he lit it up and took a puff.
"This guy wanted to party with me. I guess one of the kids got him all worked up. But once we were alone, he couldn't keep it up … guess he just likes 'em young. 'Course, he blamed me. Turns out he liked it rough too 'cause after he hit me a few times, he … "
Remy's voice dropped off and his eyes dropped to the ground. My heart went out to him for all he'd suffered. I absently wondered if there was anyone out there desperately searching for him the way I was searching for Aleks.
"After he was done, I went to a bathroom to clean up … I forgot to lock the door, so someone came in."
"Aleks," I breathed.
Remy nodded. "I saw the birthmark right away, but even without it, I would have known he was your brother." Remy's eyes traveled up and down my body and he shook his head. "He looks just like you … except his hair's shorter."