Guns n' Boys: Swamp Blood (Book 3) (gay dark mafia erotic romance)

by K. A. Merikan

  “Good. He’s probably really missing that sweet, juicy ass, and those pretty lips,” rasped Domenico, brushing the loose end of the belt over Seth’s lips. His fingers moved to the sides of Seth’s body, and just feeling them there was enough to set his senses on fire. Seth got to his toes, pressing his body harder against Dom’s hands.

  “Now I’m not sure if I should have gone with you after all.” Seth gave Dom a cocky grin and nudged him with his knee. The erection in his pants was rock-hard already.

  “No?” Domenico stepped closer, swinging his half-hard dick in front of Seth like bait. He was the epitome of masculinity like that—naked in the woods, hairy, scarred, and confident to take what he wanted. “You made your man miserable. That deserves some punishment.”

  Seth bit his lip. “I didn’t mean to.” His cock was aching to be out, like Dom’s. “I wanted to make him happy.”

  Domenico shook his head, but the smile didn’t disappear from his lips as he gently pulled on the belt around Seth’s neck. “You should listen to him next time. He probably feels like you stopped loving him,” muttered Domenico looking down between their bodies as he slowly sank down, tugging Seth’s pants with him.

  “Now that’s just dumb.” Seth’s gaze followed Dom’s head, and he groaned as soon as his cock popped out of his underwear. That felt good.

  Domenico shrugged. “Maybe. But what was he supposed to think when you wouldn’t even fucking cuddle?” growled Domenico, and for a moment, it was clear he was out of character. Two seconds later, Mr. Schwangau was back, stopping Seth from uttering a word with his warm fingers, as he slowly moved his other hand over Seth’s dick.

  Seth let out a nasal moan, for once not as self-conscious about being touched. He arched his hips forward. He couldn’t wait to feel Dom’s lips around himself. Even that had been a rare treat lately.

  “What was that?” muttered Domenico, leaning in just enough for his hair to tickle Seth’s chest. The movements of his hand were so confident, so steady where they touched Seth’s cock. Domenico of all people knew exactly the right combination of speed and pressure to get Seth going in no time.

  Seth’s chest swelled with every hard tug. “I’ll do better,” he moaned, running his fingers over the bark behind him.

  “Do or I’ll come back and hand you over to my international friends. You’ll be a whore to any man who feels like fucking you,” said Dom, before lapping a hot trail up Seth’s neck.

  Seth’s toes curled and he let out a little whimper. “I’m not a whore…” he said, even though he could sense the slight pulsing of his anus at the thought of having Dom’s dick push in and fuck him senseless.

  “You will be if you don’t do as I say. My rules, remember?” Domenico bit into Seth’s neck, right where the beard started, and he tugged on the flesh as their naked bodies pressed together. Domenico’s cock pushed against Seth’s stomach, shocking Seth with the pleasure of it, but the kiss that came right after was even better than the hand on Seth’s dick.

  Seth leaned into the kiss with a new ferocity. At least he could have this much. He could never get enough of the hint of cigarettes and the scent of Dom’s hair when they kissed. The first time had been so aggressive and powerful, it had made Seth’s head spin with the comparisons to other men. No one before Domenico had been able to match up to him.

  And even now, after so many months together, the closeness they shared was incomparable to anything Seth had experienced before. It was overwhelming him not only with intense lust, but also with the love and safety that Domenico always made him feel. It was as if everything fell into place when Dom slowly moved to his knees and swallowed Seth’s cock with a passionate groan. His hands trailed up and down Seth’s thighs, massaging him ever closer to his ass, which was now radiating warmth all over Seth’s body.

  Seth closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he floated in the waves of arousal. “Fuck yes… Do anything to me…” He moaned when his cockhead pushed into Dom’s throat for a second. He’d had such horrific experiences with being bound and hurt, yet there was no claustrophobic feeling when it was Dom who tied him up and Dom who guarded his safety. There was no one to hurt them around here, so he could just relax and enjoy it.

  The first brush of fingers against the bottom of his ass made Seth mewl and push deeper into Dom’s welcoming mouth, but his lover was already impatient, hard as a rock himself and eager to make up for lost time.

  Thick digits pressed between Seth’s buttocks, cool from lube Domenico must have had with him when he came here, insistent on gaining entry.

  Seth felt a bit shy about the sex when he realized when the last time they fucked had been. For the first month after the ordeal with Vincente, he really was aching so bad even breathing hurt, so they didn’t even attempt fucking. He wiggled his ass against the touch, unable to keep still yet elated that Dom would see him as he was and still go mad with lust. It didn’t seem to matter at all that Seth’s body now lacked definition, or that he had gained a few pounds. Domenico still wanted him, no, needed him the same way he did before. The sudden penetration with one finger sent Seth to his toes, but he was ready and opened his thighs wider, thrusting into Dom’s warm, sweet mouth at the same time. And from the start, it was clear Mr. Schwangau wouldn’t have mercy on him. Those fingers were determined to get him ready as fast as possible, drilling, thrusting, moving around out of sync, and Seth would take it. He wanted all the rough touch Dom would offer.

  He bit down on his lip, revelling in the harsh thrusts stretching him. “Oh, fuck! Yeah, like that,” he mewled, hardly recognizing his own voice. Dom had a way with his fingers that was pure magic when he wanted to squeeze as much pleasure out of Seth as humanly possible. The loosely tied belt around Seth’s neck felt tighter with every deep breath he took. A thousand scenarios of how Dom would actually fuck him ran rampant in Seth’s brain, none of them winning over the reality.

  Seth squealed when his pulsing cock slipped out of the warm, smooth lips, but when he looked down and met Domenico’s scorching hot gaze, his whole body went up in flames. His fingers moved out of Seth’s stretched ass, and when Domenico got to his feet, he spun Seth around so that he faced the tree. There was no lengthy preparation after that. One moment, Seth’s shoulder was propped against the tree trunk, the next—there was a thick, hard dick pushing deep into his body, unrelenting even as Seth’s body spasmed around it.

  He moaned and arched his ass toward Dom’s hips for a better angle. Sweat beaded on his skin from the intensity and the damp heat in the air. “Yeah…” was all he could utter at the mixture of strain and arousal. Most of all, his thoughts were on Dom. On just how eager Dom was to fuck him. All conversation was bullshit in comparison to this fuck. The way their sweaty bodies connected expressed more than words ever could.

  A sudden yank on the hair at the top of Seth’s head took him out of his thoughts, and he was kissing Domenico again. His body molded to the warm muscle behind him, even as the cock was only halfway inside Seth. They both moved back and forth, desperate for more, and Domenico forced Seth back against the tree, following it with a series of slow yet powerful thrusts, which sent Domenico’s cockhead deeper and deeper. When Dom’s balls slapped against Seth’s ass, it almost felt like fireworks exploding above their heads.

  Seth bit down hard on Dom’s tongue just to mess with him and writhed on his cock, rubbing his ass against Dom’s hips. He couldn’t think of anything that felt better than being taken by Domenico. Every tiny sensation grew to combine into one powerful experience. The way Dom’s hair tickled Seth’s shoulder, the coppery taste of blood from Dom’s tongue, and Seth’s hands being tied, leaving him helpless to take whatever Dom had to give. And the intense throbbing of Dom’s thick cock inside of him. Even the way his own dick brushed against bark didn’t bother him.

  Domenico turned Seth’s face so that it would lie on the bark for Domenico’s easy access whenever he wanted to kiss and bite as he drilled his way into the depths of Seth�
��s body. Each thrust was punctuated by a slight tug on the makeshift collar around Seth’s neck, and the way that made him lose his breath for a fraction of a second every time was so unexpectedly exciting, all of Seth’s senses became agitated. He already knew he’d want more of that in the future.

  Skin slapped and breaths combined as Domenico drank air from Seth’s lips, looking at him from below half-closed eyelids. It was wild beyond belief, and as pleasure built up in Seth’s body, Domenico’s movements grew in intensity.

  “You’re mine, remember. I’m gonna come inside you, and you’re gonna take it.”

  “Yes, yes,” Seth whimpered between one thrust and another. “I will take anything from you. Fuck me hard. Leave a mark.”

  “Yeah, you think your boyfriend would want that?” hissed Domenico, driving into him at a crazy pace. The friction was driving Seth insane, and with his cock swinging between his thighs, slapping against the flesh over and over, he was slowly climbing toward his ultimate high.

  “He’d see it and fuck me even harder for it.” Seth grinned against the tree, spacing out into a reality where it was just the two of them, and Domenico fucked his ass so relentlessly it felt as if they were becoming one body.

  “You want that, don’t you? Provoke him into screwing you with everyone else to see,” rasped Domenico, working behind Seth like a machine. He grabbed Seth’s pec and squeezed it hard.

  Seth let out a moan, on the brink of coming as Dom’s cock brushed over his prostate over and over again. He hadn’t come this way in months. “Yeah, no mercy for me,” he uttered.

  Domenico turned Seth’s face to the side and bit into his bearded chin. Sharp pain tipped Seth over the edge, and he shuddered in Dom’s arms, completely falling apart. Domenico was soon following him and slammed his hips against Seth’s harder, quicker, turning Seth’s body into a puddle of warmth. When they both stilled, the rapid pulsing of the thick rod inside Seth told him Domenico was coming, and when they kissed just after, there was a coppery taste to Dom’s mouth.

  “Yes…” Seth whispered, thinking of the thick cock still deep inside of him. He grabbed Dom’s lip between his teeth and pulled gently. This was the fuck he needed and craved all along.

  Domenico sighed, relaxing against him, all warm and smiling, as if Seth hadn’t seen him in ages. “When you get rid of that beard, there will be a mark for everyone to see.”

  Seth tickled Dom’s stomach with the tips of his fingers. “I like it when everyone knows I’m yours.”

  Domenico grinned. “Maybe you should get a tag with my name then?” He slowly pulled out of Seth, and the sudden sense of emptiness sent Seth right into Dom’s arms. He could hardly keep himself straight.

  “I already have a tag on my finger.” Seth gave him a dreamy look, and for a moment, even the silly marriage idea didn’t seem all that bad.

  Domenico chuckled and kissed Seth’s shoulder while he slid his hand down Seth’s back, delving straight into the vacated hole. “Yes.”

  Seth didn’t have words left in him, just gasps and trembles when Dom took his time slowly drilling his fingers into the dripping hole. He bit his lips and put his forehead against the tree so Dom wouldn’t see his face. Seth often lost all inhibitions during sex, too horny to care once they fucked, yet all sorts of insecurities crept back in after orgasm.

  “Danke schön,” Seth whispered with a silly grin.

  “You must meet my friend, Mr. Gribov. He fucks like a madman,” said Domenico, massaging Seth’s anus with absolute tenderness as they both slowly cooled off.

  “Oh? Yes. Yes, tell me more about him.” Seth looked over his shoulder, overwhelmed and excited with fucking Mr. Schwangau. What else could Dom possibly have in store? “I mean… if I manage to sneak away from my boyfriend.” He gave Dom’s nose a kiss.

  “Oh, that guy. He’s so possessive, isn’t he?” Domenico rolled his eyes but slowly pulled his fingers out of Seth and freed his hands from the shirt.

  Turning around was a slow, lazy process, but Seth finally wrapped his arms around Dom’s neck and planted another kiss on his lips. “Greedy fucker. Doesn’t wanna share me. But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

  “I can introduce you to interesting people. You’ll be too sore to fuck him afterward,” whispered Domenico, gently nipping on Seth’s lips. He smelled of fresh sweat, and Seth hoped they didn’t have to move anytime soon. His veins were still hot from the sex, and he really didn’t care for reality.

  Despite Dom being a tiny bit shorter than him, Seth still got to his toes as they kissed and leaned his weight on him, knowing that it wasn’t too much for Dom to take. The whole new array of possibilities was making his head spin. “That’s what he gets for proposing to a slut,” Seth said into Dom’s lips.

  “Just make sure to be available once you two marry. Can’t wait to breed a married man,” whispered Domenico, gently tugging Seth closer and kissing him over and over.

  Mark sat in the rocking chair on the porch, and the thing squeaked every time he tipped back. He was watching Dana dig some holes in the ground around the shack. The grass and weeds were so tall her blonde head kept popping out, then hiding from view as she worked.

  “What are you doing?” Mark asked out of boredom, since it didn’t seem as if Dom and Seth were coming back any time soon.

  Dana straightened her back. “Explosives,” she said, looking at him with the same contempt she had displayed when she bullied him into sleeping on the floor last night.

  Mark groaned, giving a wistful sigh when he saw another bar of chocolate float by in the water beyond the railing. He considered using the dead man’s fishing equipment to try to get some of the chocolates out of the swamp, but he was still in the planning phase for that.

  The shack was small and dirty, and there were creepy gator skulls hanging from the ceiling but Mark wasn’t complaining, since he didn’t have to dispose of a dead body. He didn’t want to ask what Dana did with it, but at least it wasn’t floating about amidst all the candy.

  “Oh, come on! Just tell me what you’re doing. I’m bored. I could help you if you told me.”

  “I don’t need your help. It’s not like you’ll be sticking around,” said Dana, covering the hole with dirt before moving a bit farther in the overgrown grass.

  “I might be!” Mark protested. “With this whole mess going down today, I could be staying longer than a few days.”

  Dana snorted. “Don’t kid yourself. I know Domenico, and if there’s one thing he hates, it’s cowards. He’ll want you hanged with a hook through your ribs after that stunt you pulled today.”

  Mark stilled, but the chair he was in kept rocking, propelled by his weight. “No… he said he forgave me.”

  Dana shrugged. “He’s just waiting, so that Seth doesn’t suspect anything. He’ll make you disappear, and nobody will ever find your body,” she said casually, her pale hair hardly visible from behind all the weeds growing in front of the house.

  “I was gonna call the cops and come back for them…” An uneasy feeling settled in Mark’s stomach. Such a lie. He was a coward. He had completely lost it when he saw Jed.

  “Doesn’t matter. The moment you put Seth in danger, you’re done.” Dana slowly rose to her feet, looking weirdly Instagram-worthy with her fair hair in a mess and her perky nipples poking at the front of her shirt. “If I were you, I’d just go now.”

  Mark swallowed, trying to keep his gaze on her face. “Would you go with me? It can’t be that nice living with two gay guys who are practically married.”

  Dana smiled and slowly walked toward him, playing with the tips of the plants on the way. She was incredibly attractive, an adult woman who most likely knew what she wanted. Unlike him. He bit his lip as she approached on those long tanned legs.

  “Go with you?” she asked softly.

  “Y-yeah.” He straightened up in the rocking chair, but it was useless, because the chair instantly tipped forward. He got up to spare himself the embarrassment and
leaned against the railing. “I’d steal a car for us, and we could go on a wild road trip all over the country.”

  Dana climbed up to the porch and leaned against the wall right next to him. This woman had disposed of a dead body not that long ago. She was adventurous, and they could surely have a lot of fun together. For now though, Mark was stuck looking at the very revealing cutoff shorts she was wearing.

  “What about your future husband, Fred?” she asked.

  Mark laughed. “Him? I’d ditch him in a heartbeat for a girl like you.” He stood on his toes, just ever so slightly, to look taller, yet they still weren’t equal in height. At least with guys, being short wasn’t an inherent disadvantage.

  Dana scratched her head and playfully moved her hand over the top of his head. “You’re funny.”

  Mark’s smile widened. He’d never been with a woman, so even the thought of being alone with a naked girl made him nervous. As attractive as it seemed in his fantasies, he didn’t even know how he’d like it, but Dana was pretty and blonde. Even if she did have the abs of a personal trainer.

  “I’d take you all around the country. We could go to California and surf. And when we run out of places to go to in the US, we could go to Europe.”

  Dana chuckled and poked the middle of Mark’s chest, for once dropping the icy attitude she had when anyone else was near. Mark even got why she didn’t want to sleep in bed with him last night. Unlike Domenico, she saw Mark was interested in her, and it was probably blatantly obvious. Maybe she didn’t go about it the most pleasant way, but it was understandable.

  “I don’t even have a passport.”

  Mark trailed his fingers over the top of her hand and shrugged. “That’s fine. You could get it sorted once we stop somewhere.”

  Dana smirked. “But wouldn’t that be weird for you? I mean, I’m much older,” she said, and her eyes suddenly went softer, so close to Mark’s face. She smelled so good, of flowers and fruit and shampoo.