Don Giovanni de la Fortuna
(An Italian Tale)
Sicilianische Mahrchen...The Pink Fairy Book, by Andrew Lang, [c. 1889]
~ Part One ~
Don Giovanni stared out at the sea, lamenting the state of his affairs. He could hear the movers in the background, removing all the furniture from his father's house. The furniture was to be sold along with the house and everything in it. Giovanni was walking away with the clothes on his back.
He wished he could blame this mess on someone else, but he knew the fault lay squarely at his feet. His father had gifted him with a good education, an excellent upbringing, and then bequeathed Giovanni all of his worldly goods upon his death.
He had been a wealthy man for all of a year after his father's death. Too much partying with his friends—ones his father had warned him about—and those he wished to impress, too many extravagant purchases and indulgences, and more than one bad investments had left him destitute. He didn't have a penny to his name. He couldn't even afford to wish for a penny.
He was broke.
And now he was homeless. Everything his father had given him had been taken to pay off his debts. Only the fact that the money from the sale of all his worldly possessions would cover his debts kept him out of debtor's jail.
Still, he had nothing. Giovanni had no idea where he was going to go or what he was going to do. He didn't even know where his next meal was coming from. The friends he thought he had had jumped ship and moved on to greener pastures when the money ran out.
Giovanni sighed as he glanced over his shoulder. He winced at the surly look on the lawyer's face. He supposed the man had a right to look so disgusted. He had been his father's lawyer and watched Giovanni piss away his father's legacy.
"It's time to go, Giovanni."
Giovanni nodded. As he looked back out at the sea one last time, he made his father a promise that he would return his legacy to him, and even if it took the rest of his life, he would make his father proud of him once again.
Knowing there was nothing else to say, Giovanni stood. He shook the lawyer's hand because he knew manners were important to his father. He just wished he had listened to more of his father's lessons before he lost everything.
"Thank you for everything."
The lawyer frowned. "Are you going to be okay, Giovanni?"
He truly had no idea, but he wasn't going to admit that weakness. "I'll be fine."
He shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking down the long driveway of his father's villa. He refused to look back at what he had lost. He would see it again one day. Just not today. He had a bit of growing up to do before then.
But growing up is hard to do when you don't know where your next meal is coming from. Giovanni traveled by foot, going from one place to the next. He worked for food and the occasional roof over his head.
Adhering to the lessons his father had taught him, he made sure he never did anything illegal or anything that would bring shame to his father, but not a single one of the jobs he had were close to glamorous. He picked fruit, moved crates, dug trenches, helped build a barn. He even shoveled shit. He did whatever he needed to do, and still it wasn't enough. He still lived hand-to-mouth, never able to save a single penny to regain his father's legacy.
Until one day...
Giovanni was sitting beside the road, watching out to sea once again. He was close to the end of his rope. He was hungry, dirty, and cold. At this point, debtor's prison was looking pretty good.
"Would you like to be rich and to lead a pleasant life?"
Giovanni turned to see a very handsome man in an Armani suit standing beside a stretch limousine. It just went to show how deep in his thoughts he had been. He hadn't even heard the limo pull up.
The man smirked. "I asked you if you would like to be rich?"
"Of course I would, but—"
The man held up a hand to stop him. "I will make you a deal."
Giovanni had heard things like this before. It was one of the things that had gotten him into this situation, but he couldn't deny he was curious. "What sort of deal?"
The man waved his hand toward the car. "Come inside where you can be warm. I have food and drink. You are welcome to it. No strings attached. You can eat while I explain my deal to you."
Giovanni was hesitant, but he was also hungry. Starving in fact. He could listen to the guy's spiel while he ate, then leave if the guy was feeding him a load of crap, which Giovanni was pretty sure he was. He climbed into the back of the limousine and sat down. A moment later, the strange man slid in and closed the door.
"So, where's the food?"
"Ah, yes, the food." The man snapped his fingers and a tray appeared with a small buffet fit for a king.
Giovanni's stomach growled as the aroma of perfectly cook meat wafted through the air. Fresh bread. Fresh fruits. Fresh vegetables. Pastries. Appetizers. Finger foods. Anything Giovanni could conceive of appeared on the tray.
"Please," the man said. "Enjoy yourself."
Giovanni didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed a plump turkey leg and started eating. He didn't realize several moments of silence had gone on until he set a stripped turkey bone down and reached for a hunk of cheese.
He swallowed tightly and turned to look at the fancily dressed man. "You said something about a deal?"
He grew confused when the man snapped his fingers and a black credit card with his name on it appeared between two slim fingers. Giovanni didn't dare take it without knowing what it was or what strings were attached to it.
The man chuckled. "You are not a stupid man."
That was up for debate, but whatever.
"This credit card has an unlimited amount on it. Simply say 'Give me some money', and you will get as much as you want."
"What's the catch?"
There was always a catch.
"This little charm will only work if you promise to go three years, three months, and three days without washing your body or combing your hair or even shaving your beard. You can't even change your clothes. You can in no way through deed of your own, change your appearance from what it is now."
Giovanni had already gone months without a decent bath or a shave. He didn't even want to think about the condition of his hair. He had once been a handsome man who stopped people in their tracks when he walked by. He commanded whatever room he stepped into.
Now, not so much.
"Can I wipe my butt?"
It was an honest question.
The man crinkled his nose. "That, you can do."
"So, other than that, no bathing, trimming, or changing my clothes for three years, three months, and three days?"
Was that something he could do?
The man nodded.
"And I can use this money any way I want?" Visions of getting his father's villa back floated through his mind.
The man nodded again. "It's yours to use any way you see fit. You can buy a mansion, travel around the world, throw money from the rooftops. You can do anything you want with it."
"And when this is all over, what happens to the money?" He would hate to have a glimmer of hope that he could restore his father's legacy only to have it snatched away from him.
"If you spend the money on others, the money stays wherever you spent it. If you spend the money on yourself, then what happens to it depends on you. If you do all these things I've laid out for you faithfully for the allotted amount of time, and you don't tell a single person about our agreement, then when the time is up, you shall keep the credit card for yourself, as well as anything you spent the money on, and the credit card will continue to produce as much money as you want for the rest of your life."
"And if I don't?"
The man's eyes flashed red. "I get your soul."
* * * *
Giovanni tightened his fingers on the black credit card as he watched the limousine drive away. A deal had been brokered, a contract signed in blood. He wasn't sure if the contract would hold up in a court of law, but something inside of him told him it would hold up in heaven and below. If he failed to follow the rules set down in the contract, he would lose his soul.
Now, it was time to see if the credit card worked.
Giovanni walked down the road until he came to a small town. He went to the first bar he saw and walked inside. The second he stepped through the door, all conversation stopped and everyone looked in his direction.
Giovanni stared them all down before making his way to the bar. "I'd like a bottle of your best whiskey."
The burly bartender snorted. "You must be insane."
Giovanni pulled the credit card out and laid it on the countertop. "You can start me a tab. I'm good for it."
The bartender eyes him warily before picking up the card. He walked over to the credit card machine and ran it. His eyes rounded as they snapped up. Giovanni held his breath until the bartender grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf and set it down in front of him along with his credit card.
"Do you want a glass with that, sir?"
The sir was nice. It had been awhile since he'd heard such pleasantries aimed in his direction. As of late, he had been called everything from scum to dirt bag. Good manners were always appreciated.
Giovanni grinned. "A glass would be nice, thank you."
The bartender not only brought him a glass, but opened the bottle and poured Giovanni a drink. "Will there be anything else, sir?"
Giovanni held up a finger as he quickly downed the shot of whiskey. He almost groaned as it burned down his throat. That was the good stuff, and it had been so long since he'd even had any alcohol let alone a good drink.
He held the glass out and waited for the bartender to pour him another drink. Instead of shooting this one down, he decided to savor it, taking a small sip. When he looked up, he realized the bartender was still standing there.
"Is there a place around here where I can get a room for the night?" A real bed and not a cardboard box was his idea of heaven.
"There's a hotel next door. Would you like me to call over and have them reserve a room for you?"
"That would be very much appreciated."
The man lifted his eyebrows. "The presidential suite?"
Giovanni swallowed hard. "That will be fine."
When the bartender started to turn away, Giovanni called him back. "How many more of these bottles do you have?" he asked as he held his up.
"There's a case in the back."
"I'll buy the whole case."
"The whole case?"
"Yes." Giovanni's smile grew as he waved his hand toward the patrons in the bar, many of who were listening in with avid curiosity. "I'd like to share my good fortune. A drink for everyone."
The bartender's jaw dropped. "Everyone, sir?"
"Yes, and don't forget to give yourself a ten percent tip when you cash me out."
The grin that crossed the bartender's face was contagious. Giovanni found himself grinning right back. "Make it a twenty-five percent tip."
Giovanni grabbed his bottle and glass and walked to one of the booths in the back. As much as he liked sharing, that had gotten him into this fix in the first place. He had an opportunity here. He needed to use it wisely. He just needed to think about what that meant.
He was working on his next shot of whiskey when a voluptuous woman in a short black skirt and white camisole top slid into the booth across from him. Giovanni barely kept his snort to himself when the woman fluttered her long eyelashes at him and pursed her rouged lips.
She was so barking up the wrong tree.
Giovanni opened his mouth to tell her he wasn't interested in whatever it was she was selling when he caught a glint of desperation in her eyes before she plastered a smile on her face.
"Fancy a bit of company tonight?" she asked in what Giovanni was sure she thought was a sultry voice. For someone, he was sure it was. For him, it did nothing.
"How old are you?" Giovanni asked.
Giovanni stared intently.
The woman huffed. "Fine, I'm twenty-one."
"Nineteen." She stretched out her hand. "But please don't tell anyone. They'll kick me out of here."
"What are you even doing in here?"
Her eyes scrunched as she frowned. "What's it to you?"
She was feisty, Giovanni would give her that, but she was also young. Giovanni at least had a few years under his belt. Her life was just starting and it was already going down the tubes.
"What's your name?"
Giovanni held out his hand until she shook it. "Hi, Teresa, I'm Giovanni."
She smiled before tiling her head to one side. "Have you had anything to eat today?"
Giovanni nodded. "I ate a little while ago."
"Well, if you're ever hungry, the shelter down on third avenue has pretty good food and they are open late. Most of the people who go there are pretty decent, but stay away from the shelter downtown. The people at the shelter are okay, but the cops will harass you if you stay around too long."
"Thank you for that information." He had been rousted by more than one police officer over the last few months. Some were nice and steered him toward shelters. Others simply beat him with their clubs and dropped him on the outskirts of town.
"Do you have a job, Teresa?"
"Why—" Teresa snapped her mouth closed when Giovanni lifted one eyebrow.
"It's not polite to answer a question with another question."
"Jeez, you sound like my step-father."
"And where is he?"
Anger instantly flared to life in the young girl's eyes. "Hopefully, in hell."
"Answer me honestly. Is he why you're here?"
Teresa stared for a moment before shrugging. "Yeah. I figure I might as well make some money if he's just going to make me give it away to his friends for free."
Giovanni clenched his teeth. "He gave you to his friends?"
"Since I was fifteen and my mother died, once a week him and his buddies had a little party with me as the party favor."
"Where's your father?" And why hadn't he stopped this?
"He died when I was a baby."
"I see." Giovanni sat back in the booth and took a sip of his whiskey as his mind raced. He had done a lot of stupid things over the years, more than he would actually like to count, but he had never abused a child.
"So, do you want company or not?"
"How about instead of buying your company for the night, I offer you a job."
"Right." The girl laughed bitterly. "As what? Your live-in sex slave."
"No, actually, I'm gay."
Her eyebrows rose swiftly. "You're gay?"
Teresa frowned as if she hadn't considered that possibility. "Then what kind of job are you talking about?"
"I was thinking you could be my personal assistant."
"You're personal assistant?"
"I'm not trained for something like that."
"That's okay. I can train you."
"How much does it pay?"
Teresa was a smart girl to get all the information up front.
"What do you think a job like that should pay?" Giovanni had a general idea, but he wondered what she'd say. It would be a good gauge of how honest she was.
"Since I'm untrained, maybe two hundred and fifty dollars a week?"
Giovanni grinned and then took another sip of his whiskey. He set his lass down on the table and cup twirled it around with his fingers. "I'll tell you what. You get cleaned up and meet me at the hotel next door in—"
When Teresa gasped, Giovanni held up his hand. "I don't want sex from you. I got a room next door because I don't have a house at the moment."
Her shoulders slumped in obvious relief.
"Now, as I was saying. Go get cleaned up and meet me next door in the morning. And I'll expect you to dress with a bit more decorum."
Teresa glanced down at her skimpy clothes, her cheeks going red. "This is my nicest outfit."
"I'll pay you a thousand dollars a week, plus medical insurance and a brand new wardrobe, which I get to pick out. In exchange, you will have a phone on you, which I will also provide, and you will be on-call for whatever I need twenty-four hours a day. Is this acceptable to you?"
With her eyes rounded and her mouth hanging open, Teresa nodded. The smile that crossed her face was as contagious as the bartender's had been.
Giovanni smiled back. "Your new job starts at eight."
* * * *
Giovanni felt good for the first time in a really long time. Over the last year, he had come to realize that he hadn't been this happy even when he was spending his father's legacy. With Teresa's help, he had figured out what he wanted to do with his new found wealth.
Not bathing, cutting his hair, shaving, or changing his clothes gave him a different prospective on life. People like those who he had worked so hard to impress when he had money before spit on him when he walked by. Those with next to nothing to their name were willing to share the shirt off their backs.
Learning the true nature of people was another life lesson Giovanni took to heart. He used his black credit card to do what he knew his father would have done, giving that money to any and all who truly needed it.
He set up shelters, supplied and staffed with the best. He arranged half-way houses for young girls who needed safety. He donated to hospitals and other charities.
On a personal level, he had Teresa track down each one of his father's possessions he had lost to his own stupidity and put it all in storage. He hired his father's lawyer to help him invest money in places that wouldn't sink, but instead, make money for the future.
He just had one thing left to do...
Giovanni pulled in a lung full of fresh sea air as he walked up the driveway to the villa his great-grandfather had built and passed down until it reached Giovanni, and Giovanni needed to get it back so he could pass it down if he had a son.
He was in a bit of a state, having lived in his current condition for going on a year now. He knew he was quite rank, not to mention scruffy looking. He couldn't bath or change his clothes, that was against the rules. He couldn't even comb his hair.
He was a mess.
"You filthy beggar, get off my property at once!"
Giovanni glanced toward the front of the house. A man in a fine suit stood on the front steps. He was obviously the owner of the house.
"You are being very rude," said Don Giovanni admonished. "I am not a beggar, and if I chose to, I could force you and your wife to leave your house."
The man sneered at Giovanni. "What is that you can do?"
"I want to buy your house."
The man's eyebrows rose before he burst out laughing. "You?"
Giovanni held up his credit card. The man obviously knew what a black credit card meant by the way his eyes widened. "I will buy it from you on the spot."
The guy gave Giovanni a dubious look. It was almost as if he couldn't decide if Giovanni was being truthful or not. "All right, follow me, and we will go to my lawyer and get him to make a contract."
Giovanni was mindful of the level of dirt on his clothes as he followed the man inside the villa. He knew exactly where they were headed, but tried not to let on. It was hard enough seeing someone else live in his father's house. He didn't need this man to see how much pain it caused him.
"So, you think you can buy my house, do you?" the man asked when they reached the study.
"I'd like to, yes."
"It's a nice place. It won't be cheap."
"I wouldn't expect it to be." The man had seen his black credit card. He'd be asking far more than the place was worth in property value. In personal value, the villa was priceless.
"Ten million dollars."
The man's eyebrows shot up. "You have ten million dollars?"
Giovanni held up his credit card again. "Would you like to go to the bank now?"
By the time the sun set that evening, Giovanni was sitting on his cliff in front of the ocean again, watching workers move the man and his family out. He had added an extra million dollars if they agreed to move out by nightfall. He hadn't wanted to go another day without his father's villa.
By the time the last moving van pulled away, the sun had set and the moon was high in the sky. Giovanni waited until the dust settled before walking into the villa. He paused just inside the door and took in the large empty house.
To be continued...
Pantarius Brothers 1
AVAILABLE: Thursday, April 5th
[Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, HEA]
Gabriel Pantarius had a problem, and he's pretty sure if he didn't find a solution, he'll lose his mind. When he finds an old man at a bookstore who seems to have the answers he seeks, Gabriel is astounded to discover that the paranormal world is alive and well, and he's a card carrying member. Hoping to find more answers, and the brothers he never knew he had, Gabriel starts searching. What he finds is more than he ever could have dreamed of. One of his brother owns a motorcycle shop with a man claiming to be his mate.
Chayton Garon is excited to find his mate, but shocked to learn Gabriel knows nothing about being a shifter. He doesn't even know anything about mates. Refusing to give Gabriel up, Chayton tries to stand by his mate's side and support him as he searches for his long lost brothers.
The threat that separated Gabriel from his brothers is looming closer every single day. If he doesn't find them soon, the homeland where they were born could be lost forever.
Gabriel's entire body itched, almost as if a thousand little ants were moving under his skin. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms to try and alleviate the irritation, but it didn't seem to do him any good. Nothing he did seemed to abate the horrible itching, not a shower, not creams, nothing. No matter what he did, he felt like something was crawling under his flesh.
He couldn't explain what was going on in his life lately. Between the itching, the strange cravings for raw meat, the weird dreams that woke him in the middle of the night covered in sweat and breathing hard, and the extreme pain in his joints when he woke every morning.
Gabriel didn't even want to think about the extra hair he suddenly seemed to be sprouting lately. Normally he could go a few days in between shaves. Lately, he seemed to be growing hair almost everywhere. It freaked him out a little too much to deal with right now.
He didn't know if he was going crazy or dying or what. He just knew that since the day of his twenty-fifth birthday three weeks ago, life as he knew ceased to exist. The scents in the air smelled more fragrant, the colors of the outside world looked more vibrant. And he found that he had more energy, almost too much.
It seemed as if everything had changed and Gabriel didn't know what to do about it or what to think. He did know he needed help, preferably a medical doctor. His only problem seemed to be getting to a doctor. Every time he even walked close to a medical facility, the strange birthmark on his back burned so bad it nearly dropped him to his knees.
Which is exactly why Gabriel found himself standing outside of Hide-Away-Books. From the outside, the small bookstore didn't look like much. The windows were kind of dusty, and the building was made of old crumbling red brick. It didn't give him much hope that the bookstore would hold what he needed. He was a little afraid that the place would collapse around his ears.
Still, this place might have hope for him. After making a list of his symptoms, Gabriel started researching his condition on the internet. From everything he could find, there was an old book that might hold the answers for him. Supposedly, this bookstore held a copy of that book. Looking at the place, Gabriel doubted it.
Wishing he was anywhere except where he was, Gabriel took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He glanced up quickly when he heard a small tinkling sound. A small brass bell hung just over the door, jingling when the door opened.
"I'll be right out," a voice called from the back of the store.
"Take your time." Please take your time, Gabriel thought as he glanced around the room. Stacks of books littered every inch of the place, a small trail of space winding through the place. Most of the books looked like they hadn't seen a dust rag in years, some might not have even seen daylight.
Gabriel picked up the top book on one pile. He blew the grime off the cover, coughing when a billow of dust covered his face. Gabriel grimaced and set the book back down on the pile.
There was no way he would find the answers he needed in this place. It just wasn't going to happen. With that thought in mind, and possibly escape before the building came down on top of him, Gabriel headed for the front door.
"Hello, I'm Aldrik, what can I help you find?"
Gabriel stopped and turned to face the man that spoke behind him. He was a little surprised to find that he wasn't some old ancient bookworm. Despite the long braid of pure white hair hanging down one side, Aldrik didn't look more than thirty-five or forty years old.
"Was there something specific you were looking for?" Aldrik asked.
"I was doing some research on the internet and your bookstore seemed to be the only place that had a book I'm looking for," Gabriel said. "Higden's Harmonious Healing? Do you still have a copy?"
One that won't fall to pieces the minute you pick it up? Gabriel added mentally. He looked around, wondering if such a book existed in the place. Turning back to the older man, he caught just a hint of shock on Aldrik's face before the man schooled his features.
"Higden's Harmonious Healing?" the man asked. "Why would you be looking for a copy of that old book? It's outdated, folktale hodgepodge nonsense."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but do you have the book or not?"
Aldrik seemed to regard him for several moments before nodding his head. "I might have a copy around here somewhere. Why don't you make yourself comfortable while I look for it?"
Gabriel watched Aldrik walk into the back of the shop. He looked around and tried to visualize anywhere that he might be comfortable. There really wasn't one. Gabriel hadn't been comfortable in days.
"So...can I kiss you again?"
Chay's rounded for a moment before they became half-lidded and filled with lust. He rolled over onto his back and threw his arms wide. "You can do anything you want to me.
There was a loaded statement.
Gabriel scooted close to Chay and leaned over him. Staring down at the man, with the smile on his lips and the light in his eyes, the way his long dark hair splayed out over the pillow, all of it was there to tempt Gabriel.
"God, you're beautiful," he said as he drank in all of the beauty before him. Chay was a man's man. There was no doubt about that, but he was astonishingly beautiful. Like top model beautiful.
"Me?" Chay chuckled. "I'm not the pretty one in this relationship."
"Wanna bet," Gabriel whispered right before lowering his mouth. Chay opened for him as soon as their lips pressed together. The touch of Chay's lips sent a shock wave through Gabriel's entire body.
Gabriel groaned as he leaned into the kiss, settling against Chay's muscular body. He thought he could spend the rest of his life kissing this man and die happy. He traced the fullness of Chay's lips with his tongue before delving inside. He lapped at Chay, tasting him.
He wanted to devour him.
Chay's hands wrapped around him, holding him close. Gabriel whimpered when Chay's leg pressed between his. As thin as the cotton lounge pants were, he could feel everything, and he ached.
"Chay," he whispered against the man's lips. "I need, Chay."
"Get rid of the pants, baby," Chay replied in a rough voice. "I'll take care of you."
Gabriel was nearly out of his mind with need. He quickly shed the lounge pants, pushing them away, then reached for the waistband of Chay's lounge pants. Revealing Chay's naked body to his hungry gaze was a torture in itself. The man's body was a thing of beauty.
He wanted to feel Chay fuck him. It was a desperate need, one that Gabriel was unable to deny. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube, spreading the liquid up over his fingers then rubbed it over the crack of his ass.
Gabriel started licking Chay's cock, sucking it deep into his mouth as he reached around behind his body and started stretching his ass, readying himself for Chay's dick.
The first finger burned for a moment, his ass unused to having anything inside of it. Gabriel used the pain, putting more effort into sucking the large shaft in his mouth. With each thrust of his fingers into his ass, Gabriel swallowed Chay's cock.
As he moved down to lick at Chay's balls again, Gabriel saw the man's puckered hole twitching as if it needed to be filled. He stroked his tongue across the tight entrance several times, noticing it loosen with each swipe.
When Chay started to reach for his cock, Gabriel blocked him, swallowing the hard shaft down again until the head hit the back of his throat. He suddenly wished he had a third hand so that he could grab his own aching cock, but that would have to wait until he was riding the thick cock in his mouth.
"Gabriel," Chay cried out, "I'm not going to last much longer."
Gabriel knew that was his cue. "Scoot up to the head of the bed."
Chay looked confused, but did as Gabriel ordered. Gabriel climbed up onto the bed, kneeling between Chay's legs. Gabriel couldn't keep the grin off his face at Chay's shocked look as he straddled the man and slowly sank down on his cock. There was burning and twinges of pain as Chay's massive length filled his ass, but the pleasure shooting through his body far outweighed any discomfort he felt.
By the time Gabriel sat all of the way down on Chay, he felt fuller than he could ever remember feeling. There wasn't an inch of space left empty in his ass. He would feel Chay's cock move inside him with every thrust.
"Fuck me, Chay." Gabriel hissed. "I want to feel your cock pound my ass."
Chay's hands gripped Gabriel's hips as he thrust up. Gabriel cried out as Chay's cock rubbed against his prostate the entire time. Each thrust was powerful, pushing Gabriel forward until he had to plant his hands on the mattress on both sides of Chay's head to keep from crashing into the headboard. Chay was strong, powerful, and able to lift Gabriel up and down on his cock as he lifted his own body to meet Gabriel's.
It was heaven and it was hell, exquisite in its intensity and painful in its strength. Gabriel felt like he was paralyzed to do anything but hover over Chay as the man used his body for his own pleasure.
It would have truly been hell if Gabriel's lust didn't burn hotter with each thrust of Chay's cock into his ass. Every inch of Gabriel's body felt alive, on fire from the look in Chay's eyes. The burning desire he could see made his very skin tingle.
When Chay leaned up and bit down on Gabriel's nipple, that was all it took. Without his cock being stimulated in any way, Gabriel cried out, filling the space between them with his seed.
He felt his inner muscles clamp down on Chay's body, squeezing the man's cock in a death grip. If Gabriel didn't know better, he would have thought his body was trying to hold Chay inside, not wanting to let him go when the man started to pull away.
Gabriel moaned as Chay pulled free, not understanding what the man was doing until he scooted out from under Gabriel and moved behind him. Before Gabriel could even brace himself, Chay sank back into his ass.
Chay's fingers dug into Gabriel's hips as he pounded into him, hitting Gabriel's sweet spot with every thrust. Gabriel didn't even have time to grow soft after his last orgasm before he felt himself moving quickly toward another one. He was astounded. No one had ever brought him to two orgasms before.
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