Lasts

by C. L. Matthews

  “Mi amado!” she cries. You can hear the relief and built up worry in her voice.

  I smile so big it makes my face hurt. Silv kisses her head, but his eyes haven’t left mine, and his intentions are clear. He wants inside me, and he wants me inside him.

  Generally, he won’t touch Zaely. I see the yearning in his eyes, the temptation, the pull, but he holds back, but I see it, and I see her, too.

  Silv’s the first man I’ve ever let inside me, the last one I’ll ever allow inside both my heart and body. It’s only because he won’t touch her and needs me to be his arms and legs and cock. He needs me to give her what he wishes he could.

  He’s different, she’s different, and I’ve never experienced a passion like ours.

  He lifts Zaely. She wraps her legs around him, koala-hugging him like her life depends on it. I peer outside, making sure no one watched. We already have people talking about us being deranged and soulless. This would only further their judgement.

  I close the door, glad no one is here to see what we’re about to do. We have time. We always had our nights. Our secret rendezvous were more dangerous than the crew I ran with. It was worth it, didn’t matter that it was forbidden. They’re my solace, my saving grace, the reason why Satan hasn’t taken my soul yet.

  As soon as I turn around, Silv’s lips are on mine, and Zaely’s fingers fumble with the button of my shorts. I’m achy and throbbing all over. I need them to touch me. I need their skin against mine. I need their love to breathe life back into me.

  “Bedroom,” Silv growls huskily against my greedy lips.

  I nod, unable to stop kissing him.

  We stumble as we make our way to Zaely’s bedroom. Her bed and room are much larger than Silv’s. In the center of her room is a big fluffy poster bed with many pillows and a thick comforter. She’s an elegant girl with love in her eyes, and I’m so lucky to have her.

  Backing Silv to the bed with Zaely trailing behind me, I push his chest. He grunts as his ass connects with the comforter. I’m on top of him in the next moment, unbuttoning his shirt, while his eyes narrow in challenge.

  “Get the lube, princessa,” I command her gently, unwilling to break the eye contact I have with Silv. The drawer where we keep the toys and supplies makes a noise as she ruffles through the items. After I’ve already stripped him of his shirt and unfastened his pants, she’s back with the lube.

  She sits at the edge of the bed, watching Silv with hungry eyes, but he doesn’t notice her. He never notices her the way she wants.

  “Undress, princessa.” I direct at her and then meet Silv’s dazed gaze. “Watch her.”

  He struggles to listen to me. After a few seconds, I grip his chin and forced it in the direction of his twin. She’s shivering as soon as she sees him watching her.

  She slowly lifts the hem of her shirt. It drags up with precise movements. Silv’s head begins to look away from her, giving her the privacy he always seems to allow her, but with one forceful pinch to his jaw, his body almost sags in defeat.

  I watch our princess remove her camisole. She’s not wearing a bra, and her perky tits fly free. Her dusky nipples pebble with our unabashed staring.

  I feel Silv’s dick thicken beneath me, his hand snaking up my thigh for my short’s zipper. It’s already undone, but my shorts aren’t off my body. My cock’s heavy and solid in its tight confines, wishing for an escape, praying for a release.

  Her hands touch her throat then slide down until they brush her hardened peak. She moans, and Silv and I groan in response. When they reach her hips, I’m near desperate to rip them off her and sink inside her wet heat. She slips off her tiny shorts and underneath, there’s nothing but her bare cunt.

  “Fuck,” I growl at the same time that Silv grips me.

  His persistence to not touch her is powerful, but I will break him down. One day.

  Maybe today.

  Maybe now.

  “On the bed,” I command.

  She hurries to lay next to her brother. I grin, loving them next to each other. Their skin brushes when she flattens, and he jerks almost reflexively. I jump off his lap, taking off my clothes while he avoids both of our gazes.

  “Touch her,” I tell him, waiting for him to move.

  Silv’s eyes meet mine, and the fear there is real. The fear there is understood and warranted.

  He shakes his head slowly, making sure I understand him. Instead of repeating it, I stand between his muscular thighs, his erection trying to push through the stretchy material of his boxer briefs.

  Dipping my fingers under the elastic waistband, I free him and then grip him in my fist in the next moment. I stroke teasingly, and his hips buck into my hands. With my other hand, I take his clenched fist, forcing it to relax.

  His chest rises and falls rapidly. He knows my plan. He knows what I’m doing. He unclenches for a moment, his eyes scared but full of lust.

  As I move his hand to Zaely’s stomach, she shudders but doesn’t move.

  His cock twitches in my grip, and I massage it more. The precum on his tip invites me for a taste, and I do. Flattening my tongue over his engorged tip, I give it one good swipe before moving away entirely.

  Instead of giving him more pleasure, I turn to his sister and spread her thighs wide. She opens them willingly, and I set her right leg over Silv’s, making her tiny foot hold down his cock. Her cunt glistens in the light. It’s wet and needy, and I have to savor it.

  As I spread them even further apart, her foot digs into Silv’s balls, and her whimper makes me near desperate.

  “Sy,” Silv begs, his pain palpable. “Please.”

  When he begs, it makes my body warm. It’s a heady feeling, having a man beg me to give him pleasure.

  Falling to my knees, my face pussy level, I reach out my tongue, sliding between her folds. Her back arches off the bed, Silv groaning makes me know she dug her heel into him. Bien.

  I thrust my tongue inside her tight hole, watching her squirm above me. When my teeth nip at her clit, she cries out my name, and when I suck it gently after, she moans so loudly the neighbors are sure to hear. My cock weeps with an inane desperation to be touched, but the ends always justify the means when it comes to satisfaction. Cupping my balls, I squeeze, hoping it’ll curb the orgasm wanting to escape me.

  Silv’s hand still rests on Zaely’s stomach, it’s fisted, and his face is one of agony. Instead of making him suffer more, I grab Zaely’s ankle, massaging it, and then resting it on his hip. She curls her toes, almost in support of her brother’s discomfort.

  His thick cock is angry, and I want to give him reprieve.

  “Tell me what you need principito,” I coo, giving his dick a kiss on the crown. My little prince.

  He wiggles his hips, his face pained and frenzied.

  “I want to fuck your tight little ass,” he growls. It’s not menacing as much as it’s desperate.

  I smirk because he wants his fat cock in me, and I’m going to give it to him.

  “Kiss her, and then I’ll let you do whatever you want,” I promise.

  I’m sure he can see the twinkle in my eyes. I need them to cross this bridge, even if only once, even if they hate me for it.

  He peers at me, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. My gaze meets hers, seeing her fear and anticipation, and I realize it is the right choice.

  “Okay,” he relents, turning on to his side, his abs flexing with the movements. His thickness hits her thigh with the motion. She shyly turns to him, her bare pussy touching his dick. Silv stills, his body rigid with the feel of her softness against his hardness.

  He shakes his head a moment before gripping her face with his large palms. She whimpers as soon as their skin connects, and when his lips touch hers, a tear leaves her eye.

  It’s over quickly. He breaks apart, his face one of many emotions. Standing, he grips my chin and kisses me fiercely, leaving all traces of his sister on my lips but soon after tasting her pussy on my tongue.

 
He realizes this too, his eyes full of wonder and fear and a little disgust, too. He’s thinking too much. He’s in his head, and I need him to leave it.

  “Take what you want, principito.”

  And he does. He shoves me onto the bed, my knees connecting with the plush material. He traces his palm down my spine, forcing my face to flatten against the mattress. I turn my gaze to Zaely, her eyes molten with unadulterated lust. It's such a beautiful expression on her.

  I hear him uncap the lube bottle, and then the cold liquid is on my asshole.

  He doesn't ease into it. I can feel his anger as the tip of his big cock teases the exit. He plays several kisses on my spine.

  “Te amo, mi rey,” he grunts before shoving his girthy erection into my hole. I love you, my king.

  “Fuck,” I bark, my spine tingling. I have to remind myself not to tense around him.

  “Mierda, you're tight,” he groans, not moving, allowing me to adjust.

  When I gaze at my little princess, she's touching herself, watching her brother as he slowly thrusts into me.

  “No,” I order, snaking a hand out, trying to pull her to me. Pointing to the space above my face, I gesture. “I'm going to eat your cunt while you imagine your brother is.”

  “I-I—” she stammers, but I cut her off.

  “Right here, princesa.”

  She whimpers before moving in front of me. After spreading her legs wide, I hold them down and stroke her clit with my tongue.

  Silv picks up his pace, and I flex, so he knows I'm still in control of his orgasm. He grunts, slapping my ass with each new thrust.

  Lifting my arm, I trail my fingertips up Zaely’s leg, reaching her wet heat. I plunge two fingers deep inside her, reaching the bumpy spot that makes her squirm. She's cursing my name soon after.

  I lick, nibble, and suck her clit as she watches her brother fuck me from behind.

  My cock aches, pained, wanting a release. At this rate, I could rub the bed and explode within seconds.

  When Zaely cries out her release, I drag her beneath me, lifting up enough to impale her with my throbbing cock.

  “Use me. Imagine it's his cock fucking you, filling you up, giving you that medicine, and one day, princesa, it will be.”

  She cries out along with me, and as Silv jackhammers into my ass, I feel myself get unbearably hard. It only takes about five pumps into her tight channel before I'm exploding inside her, and Silva releases inside me with a death grip on my hips. I leak and leak and leak some more before we all collapse in a mess of bodies.

  Not even five minutes later, we are cuddling, Silv to my right, Zaely to my left, and the door is slamming open.

  “What the fuck!” Dantè's enraged shout has us all scattering.

  So much for being safe.

  We're fucked.

  We have less than a day left together, only mere hours.

  I wanted to surprise her, get her something that would show my affections for her without telling her the words she’s dead set on hearing. She was still asleep when I slipped from her hold this morning. Begrudgingly, I left, needing to get this—whatever it is—for Leia before we leave. Before she no longer believes me.

  These days have been perfect. They make me realize how much I want to go back to Cape Hill and tell Xo no more.

  Will she understand?

  Will she think I’m selfish?

  I am… selfish, that is.

  Every time I think of Xo, I feel dread. I’m keeping her safe. That’s all I’ve ever done. But what about me? When will I stop making sacrifices for everyone I love?

  When do I matter?

  As I walk the line of shops down at the beachfront, I see an older woman. She reminds me of Xo’s Mamá. She was a beautiful woman, one who made trinkets out of sea glass and wire. She’d make the most intricate designs and sell them at the family business.

  Xo doesn’t know, but her parents were killed when she was pregnant with Leia.

  She thinks they abandoned her. She thinks they didn’t love her. In truth, they died, and they were killed for that love.

  And Danté pulled the trigger.

  I haven’t had the balls to tell her. I’m not sure when I will or if I ever will. In a way, believing they didn’t love her being pregnant, didn’t love Danté as the father… that’s somehow better in my eyes. If she does discover the truth, she’ll never forgive me, and I wouldn’t blame her.

  She’s been through enough hurt. I didn’t want to further that pain, and a little part of me even holds it in for that smidgen of loyalty that’s still Danté’s. That may never change. That absolute allegiance that’s been his since we were eight-year-old boys who promised a better life for our families.

  We swore to protect our own.

  That’s what I’m doing. Protecting them both even if he’s tried killing me twice.

  I stare at the lady who reminds me of Ximena, and emotion clogs me for a moment. Tapping my chest with my fist, I close my eyes and swim over the memories of her taking care of me, Dina, and Claudia. She’d cook for us, cloth us, make sure we went to school. Even Loya, Xo’s Papá, taught me things only a father could.

  Wet and cold betrayal drips down my cheeks, reminding me what all has happened since I stole Xo from Danté, protecting her and taking her to Cape Hill for safe keeping.

  The worst? Losing the only parents I really knew.

  After wiping my face, I head in the direction of the ornate shop. It’s decorated in whimsical lights and seashells. In the window, you can see that everything is wrapped in wire. The window is even adorned with little gems. It’s stunning.

  She hasn’t noticed me. She’s twirling metal and pliers with her old, worn hands, and the masterpiece she’s creating reminds me of Leia’s sky eyes. The door chimes melodically when I open it, and still, her head stays focused with the object she’s weaving.

  I watch in wonder, seeing her intricate movements and the fluidity she uses. Her concentration is as focused and diligent as any soldier.

  “Hola,” I say politely, my voice lighter, entranced.

  She doesn’t say a thing. She doesn’t pay me any attention.

  I walk closer, wondering if she’s ignoring me on purpose, or if she’s just that consumed with the the butterfly’s wing-shaped glass piece in her palm.

  Right as I’m about to say something else, a woman comes from the back of the shop.

  “Hola, como estás?” her light tone sings out as she beams at me.

  I turn to her. In the corner of my eyes, I see the older woman finally notice me. Her eyes widen in surprise, uncertainty painting her features, almost like she’s unaware of the world around her.

  “English?” the woman asks as if I’m not responding to her because I don’t understand.

  “Either works,” I say. “I tried getting her attention.” I motion to the woman. I’m sure is her mother after seeing the resemblance in their features.

  “My abuela is Deaf,” she mentions with a softness to her tone.

  She starts moving her hands to the woman. Though Xo signs, I do not. Her friend Falcon is deaf. She learned before Leia was born.

  I smile widely, understanding how ignorant I must’ve appeared to be, walking in and speaking blindly.

  “I’m so sorry,” I apologize, my face reddening.

  “It’s okay,” she replies cheerily, smiling at me. “People don’t ever notice. She’s always so focused. I think even she doesn’t realize the world around her.” She walks closer to me. “She says she’s sorry for ignoring you. It wasn’t her intention.”

  “Oh, it’s no problem.” I shrug it off. “Is that piece she making something commissionable? Something I could buy?”

  “Wife?” she asks coquettishly with a wink.

  A warmness envelopes my chest as I think of Leia, imaging mi cielo and her eyes. I nod, surely smiling like an awestruck teenager. She’s not my wife, but one day, she may be.

  She turns to her grandmother, a large grin plastered on
her face, signing something. The older woman’s face morphs into one who’s had a life-changing love. Her features turn lighter, and her cheeks glow, her eyes crinkling at the edges. She responds, and knowing I could get this piece, one that couldn’t be more perfect, has me wanting to pay them whatever it will cost times ten.

  “She wants to gift this piece to you free of charge. She says she sees a light in you, one that reminds her of a man she once loved long ago, a man who she never had the opportunity to tell how she felt. If she can’t make up for what she missed, she wants this piece to go to a love just as strong.”

  It’s not love. Is it? I start to correct her, to substitute the mundane word that seems lifeless compared to the emotions blossoming in me.

  Love isn’t a word I’d use.

  It’s not enough.

  It’s not accurate.

  A small dimple peeks out of her cheek as she grins at me. “It’ll be about thirty minutes before she’s finished wrapping.”

  “I have the time.” Though I do, being away from my girl isn’t how I wanted to spend our last day. It isn’t how I wanted to finish our time together. “I’ll look around?” I nearly ask, questioning if that’s okay.

  “Of course!”

  Her cheeriness has me eager to get back to Leia, to give her this necklace and prove my feelings without giving her promises that will disappoint us both.

  Xo and I have had these plans for so long, we’ve had this set in motion since before Leia was born and then solidified it when Danté was ballsy enough to kidnap the Viper King.

  After milling around for about twenty minutes, the woman grabs me and gives me the necklace. The grandmother has her tell me that she hopes we’ll live a long and loving life together, and soul mates hardly find one another in the first lifetime. That I should cherish Leia, even if she didn’t have her name.

  With the fullest filling in my soul, one that scares me as much as thrills me, I head back to the hotel, wanting nothing more than to wake my girl, spend the morning between her thighs, hear my name as the most beautiful cadence on her tongue, and make sure she knows exactly how much I care about her.

  Before I can get there, a booming voice growls from near the entrance. “Silas.”