Page 41 of Bad Blood
Gabriel stares down at my white tux covered in blood and he chuckles again. “I hope you didn’t have your heart set on a white wedding.”
I shake my head. “White weddings are overrated.”
I crash his mouth with mine, tasting blood on his lips. His fingers tug at my hair and I press my body against his, stepping over several lifeless guards lying on the floor. His hand slips into the front of my pants and I buck my hips forward seeking more friction. His kisses become desperate as he lifts my body off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
His movements are slow as he walks toward the altar, setting me over the floorboards. My body spreads out against the blood covered wood and he rips down my pants, flipping me over to my stomach. I settle myself on my knees and spit falls in between my ass cheeks. His fingers slip inside and move in and out a few times. The burn from the rough intrusion has my dick straining harder against the deck. A whine escapes my lips when they slip out of me. They weren’t inside me for long. We don’t have time to go slow and take our time and I don’t want to. I need him now and I want it to be rough and ferocious. He lines his cock up with my pucker and my walls squeeze around his hardness as he pushes it inside. He fucks into me, rubbing his blood covered hands up and down my naked back. I’m digging my nails into the boards, arching back while his thrusts increase. His hand shoves my face down into the wood while he slams his hips forward. I couldn’t think of a better way to end my wedding day.
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Gabriel
It’s messy, but so are our lives. Things between us are anything but traditional. I need him and I know he needs me just as much. I almost lost him again and the moment we were alone, I needed to be inside him. I was taking back what had been taken from us. This moment on this altar belonged to me and him.
I thrust into him harder, earning me beautiful moans and whines. The harmony of a piano had nothing on the music we made together. I yank off his tie and bring his hands to his back, wrapping the white smooth material around his thin wrists. It was like silk touching silk. “So perfect. My sweet, beautifuljuguete. My lovely prince. My everything.”
“Mmph...oh,Maestro. Make me sing.”
I plunge into him, loving the way his walls constrict around my cock. He is so warm and tight. I reach my hand around him, tugging on his hard, sensitive cock. I pull back the foreskin, running my fingers up and down his velvet layer. He shakes and thrashes underneath me. His skin runs hot beneath my hands. The muscles in his wrists strain against the tie, the white standing out against his tan skin. I bury myself deeper. Warmth sweeps up my stomach and my balls contract when my cum spills inside him. His body trembles and convulses before he is spilling his own cum over the floorboards. “Oomph...” His body goes limp and he releases a whimper when I pull out of him. I immediately bury my face between his cheeks, licking and sucking at his pucker, using my tongue to get him cleaned up. He tastes and smells like me, and it makes me want to fill him every day; so he can always remember who he belongs to. I continue lapping up every last drop. His cheeks are red from my hands grabbing at his fleshy globes as I fucked into him. It was a mixture of his flushed skin and left over blood. It was everywhere and the more lost in him I became, the less I noticed it.
Panting and spinning from my orgasm, stars blur my vision when I reach down to untie his wrists. I made sure to not touch or add pressure to his neck in any way and had a moment of worry when I pressed his face against the wood from being caught up in the moment. His moans of pleasure and the dreamy smile on his face told me I wasn’t causing him any pain that was unwanted. His poor hole would be sore tomorrow, but I will make sure I give him lots of tender and sweet kisses to make up for my rough, animalistic behavior today. The hunger in his eyes when I yanked off his pants and flipped him over was an open invitation and I accepted it. His breathing is heavy and he is covered in sweat, blood, and cum. “I think it’s safe to say we need a shower.”
He laughs in between pants, still trying to catch his breath. “What would give you that idea?”
I press a kiss into his sweaty hair, tasting the saltiness mixed with the tanginess of blood. “It’s just a suggestion.”
I stand, pulling up my pants. He collapses on to his back, smiling up at me with hazy eyes and the perfect golden glow. “Hi.”
“Hi, sweetness.”
He lifts his hands in the air and I take them, yanking him to his feet. He falls into me and I wrap my arms around him, holding him up. He tugs up his pants and yanks down his shirt, tossing his jacket to the ground. “They were right when they said I would only wear this once.”
I laugh and kiss him again, swirling my tongue in his mouth. Loud voices come from around us. “Anyone call for a cleanup crew?”
I glance around us at the various dead bodies lying all over the ground. Maybe it wasn’t the ideal place to express my love and need for him but nearly every place is fair game when it comes to Mateo. The fire he sets inside me runs so hot, the flames only rise if I don’t extinguish them immediately. The longer I go without touching him, the closer I get to erupting. My palms grow sweaty and my skin becomes tight, making my body seek out his for immediate relief.
I wrap my fingers around his. “Let’s get out of here. Maybe we can steal some cake on our way out.”
He laughs and I pull him toward the house. When I walk down to the basement, Santiago’s body is gone and there’s not a single trace of blood on the floor. Not one bit of evidence left from him ever being down here. My brother did say he would take care of things in the basement and I’m sure that’s exactly what he’s doing. If Santiago by some miracle survived and isn’t dead, he will soon wish he was. I’m about to walk out until something shines from the corner of the basement. It’s the blue pistol. Miguel didn’t take it. Perhaps clinging onto hope of my father being alive was too much for him to bear. Sometimes it’s the hope that gets you through each day and sometimes all it does is set you up for more pain, preventing you from moving on. I unload the gun and pocket it. The bullets are light in my hand when I slide them in my pocket. Whoever the man was who gave Mateo this gun, I had a feeling he would be back.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing a number my father used to keep on speed dial for whenever his men were injured. Dr. Vance usually got to you in a timely fashion as long as he was available. I want him to look over Mateo even though he swears he’s okay. I knew the Jeventinos had a doctor of their own, but I had a feeling he would already have his work cut out for him. Vance was one of the best surgeons in town and he usually specialized in trauma. During the day he was your normal doctor working on a surgical unit at a hospital but part time, he did checkups and quick procedures for the local mobs, cartels, and anyone else who couldn’t be seen in a hospital.
Me:Hey doc, you busy?
Dr. V:Yes, your brother showed up with a man nearly on his deathbed. Safe to say I’ll have my hands full for a while. I even had to call in favor from a friend to get the supplies I needed and an extra hand.
My brother took Santiago to see the doctor, but why? My stomach knots at the revelation. He’s trying to save him. My brother is keeping Santiago alive.
Mateo stares at me with a look of concern when my face goes cold and my hand clenches to my side.
“What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
I shake my head. “I need to call my brother.”
“What for?” His voice strains with worry.
“To find out why he’s saving Santiago’s life.”
Mateo’s eyes went wide, face flushed from anger. “Why the hell would he do that?”
