Becoming His Slave (80 page)

Diesel had been known as the man who’d take you down physically in a toss-up of hand to hand combat. And he sure as hell wasn’t giving Paris any kind of advantage either. Paris would have taken it too, had Diesel exposed himself.

“You stay still, there.” Diesel grabbed the next wash cloth, soaked it then rinsed the soap from his cock. Letting the suds drip down the front of his jeans. He traded the wash cloth for the oil and lathered some onto his revived erection. Stroking it like he was petting a pet tiger.

“I could have done that.” Paris gaze was fixated on Diesel’s thick rod.

Diesel’s face held an odd expression some knowing of what he was doing to Paris just playing with himself in front of him, “You had your chance. Now keep silent.”

Diesel stepped back removing his boot from Paris’ chest and rested back on the vanity his mind thinking—deciding the next move. Reward or punishment. But regardless of what Paris needed he wanted Paris mouth again. “Get to your feet.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to kiss you. Don’t question me again.” His gaze tightening on his lover.

Command or invitation, Paris was to his feet and came over Diesel whether he had actually wanted his kiss or not. Slipping into the embrace of Diesel’s lips like he’d slipped into a leather glove that was tailored just for him. His tongue pressing against Diesel’s lips, forcing them to part and once they did, he was in and never coming out. Paris’ tongue darted in the wet cavern searching for Diesel’s and danced around it ,hooking it into his embrace and sucked at it. He pressed all of his body against Diesel, trapping him against the vanity, his arms wrapping around his hips and his shoulders. Tightening his hold on Diesel further while he sucked and licked at his mouth. Breaking away only enough to eat at Diesel’s lips, suckling at them then diving past them again with such force he was pushing Diesel’s head painfully back on his neck.

Damn the man could consume you with his hunger alone. Diesel became swept up by their kissing. It was euphoria and his body pulsed with pink flashes as Paris pressed his regained hard-on against his groin, grinding their cocks together with a savage, raging hunger. It was intoxicating.

He loved the kiss, open and accepting. Admittedly he’d watched more men then he’d actually been with, but one thing he noticed was that most of them kissed with near closed mouths, as if they were afraid of the intimacy of it. Guess he was just weird, because he loved to kiss. The deeper, the wider, the hungrier, the better. And Paris was a perfect match for that need.

Diesel wrapped around the back of Paris’ head with an arm and held him as if their kiss could climb any deeper into each other. But he had other plans and this was going to really get him side tracked. He brought his arms up between them and pushed Paris back, breaking the heady kiss, “Enough.” But already Paris was leaning his weight back into him. And damned if his body wanted to see Paris to succeed. Diesel tapped Paris’ temple with the Desert Eagle, reminding him he still had a gun on him.

Paris still pushed in, his hands on his back pulling with equal strength, “I’m not afraid of that anymore—kiss me. Kiss me again, Diesel.”

“That’s too bad ‘cause that means I have to step up the threat.” And just then Paris won some ground with a sudden surge, his mouth coming over him again, his wicked tongue lapping at the roof of Diesel’s mouth and licking across the pillow softness of his own tongue. Diesel pinched one of Paris’ nipples with a hard twist and his foot hooked a leg and sent Paris to the floor, but Paris’ grip didn’t release its hold and the two men went down together.

Diesel tried to catch himself, but Paris’ strong arms were firmly locked on and he came down on top of him.

“Damn it Diesel I need you again.” Paris cursed trying to keep his grip on Diesel’s body, before he could get back up.

Diesel managed to shift, breaking from the arm lock and pushed up till he was straddled over the over grown brat. Paris’ hands were quickly clenching around his hips and bucked up against him. “I could fuck you now, will that please you?”

Diesel reached back grabbing Paris by his cock and gave it a twist in his grip. A painful groan escaped Paris and he let go of Diesel instantly, his hands slapping back to the floor around his head, surrendering.

“You’re trying my patients Paris. It’s fun, but there’s only so much insubordination I will take.” His fingers tightened further till Paris winced from it, “Now we’re going to get up and you’re going to go back to your bed.”

Paris tensed, “Why?”

“Because I’m not finished with you.” His body weight shifted and suddenly he lurched up and was up on the balls of his boots, his weight balanced, bouncing there, “And you’re not done with Marcena.”

“No. I’m not doing that again.”

“Yes you are.” Diesel stood pulling Paris up with him, “Now get up.”

Panic bubbled up in Paris all over again. Just when he had discovered exquisite bliss he was being forced back into the dark pit that ripped at him with a threat to make him do things he didn’t want to do.

Paris moved to his feet slow, too sluggish and suddenly he felt the hot sting on his ass from Diesel’s hand and he let out a hot breath. “Owe.” Paris mouthed the expression, but weary eyes glanced at the door that would lead him back to his room to the bed where Marcena waited.
Okay you can do this. You just have to move to the bed, doesn’t mean anything. Just get to the bed.
His thoughts rattled on, but everything tensed and shattered in him when he stepped from the bathroom and his eyes immediately zeroed in on the female frame sleeping on his bed.

Fuck
—
fuck
—
fuck he didn’t want to do this again.

Diesel ignored the little panic attacks and smacked Paris on the ass again to get him moving then went to the chair next to the door and sat down in it, letting his legs stretch out in front of him. He snatched up the gun clip from the small round table next to him and held it up so Paris could see what he was doing. Slow and methodically, Diesel’s thumb pushed out one single bullet round and it dropped to the table with a
clink.
He traded the clip for the bullet, forced the hammer bar back on the nine mil and dropped the single round into place. Then with a slow controlled movement, Diesel slid the hammer forward, letting the last amount of track snap into place with a threatening
click
.

Paris was watching alright and still his feet slowed as he drew closer to the bed. His eyes darting back and forth between the gun that was now loaded and the girl he didn’t want to touch.

Diesel scratched his temple with the gun barrel watching him. The man needed to get over his reluctance of women. He didn’t have to convert, but he didn’t need to be afraid of the pleasure either. If it was actually fear of the girl itself, he was beginning to think that perhaps Paris was more afraid he would enjoy it and perhaps that would interfere with the intimacy that he’d felt with men. Somewhere a man had loved him too deeply, too well.

Paris reached the foot of the bed and that’s where he stopped, his eyes still flickering to the girl, silently hoping she would never wake up. If she didn’t wake up he wouldn’t have to do anything.

Diesel raised the gun and aimed it at him with a reckless grip, “Now wake her up.” And he grinned when Paris flinched. Paris was reaching for her to shake her when Diesel stopped him, “
Hey
—” waving the gun like you would a finger when you’re about to do something wrong, “With your tongue.”

“You won’t shoot.” Paris protested.

“Shall I fire off a warning shot just to show you how easy it is to pull a trigger?’

“No. I just don’t want to do this.”

“What you want is irrelevant. We’re not here to do what you want to do. You’re here to do what I want you to do and right now I want you to wake her up using your tongue.”

Diesel’s hand went around his regained erection and began stroking it with a lazy movement of his hand.

Paris licked his lips watching Diesel stroke the hard flesh that was the focal point of his own desires. His ass ached to have him again, “Will you move around so I can watch you?”

“I will soon enough. No more talk—
do
.”

Paris turned his attention to the girl stretched out on the bed. He pulled a knee up on the bed and bent over her legs, his hands stroking at her skin, soft and silky. Her legs were so long with just the hint of muscle in them like a dancer’s. His fingers moved further up smoothing over the softer skin of her inner thigh and he rolled her leg to open for him and he lowered to lick at her thighs. One then the other. She stirred, moaning as his rousing touch worked its way into her dreams. He drew closer taking in her scent light and gentle.

She was completely smooth, no doubt Trenton kept her waxed. He parted the delicate lips of her entrance with a thumb, blew on it and watched the quiver. He contemplated what he was doing, what he needed to do. It was strange being this close. He felt out of place and not entirely sure what to do with the body parts in front of him. The closest he had ever been to being in bed with a woman was his best friend from high school. But there was always another guy sandwiched in between them.

His finger rimmed around the pink entrance and Marcena started shifting against his touch. Paris knew what he had to do and now amount of thinking it through would change the oddity of it, so he closed his eyes shut his brain off and without further teasing he slipped his finger in her and brought his mouth over the hooded nerves.

Marcena woke that fast with a frightful cry. Her legs closing over him and Paris quickly  shoved them aside. He pumped his fingers deep inside adding a second finger and sucked hard on her clit then licked at her labia and pulled them into his mouth to torture them before diving his tongue inside her wet pussy to join his fingers. The taste was so foreign he pulled away and found Diesel standing next to him, completely naked now. Naked and beautiful. Paris felt the man’s hand on his back stroking him then on the back of his neck and pushed him deeper down on her.

“That’s it draw her taste on your tongue.” His fingers fisting in Paris’ hair pushing him to seek deeper for her, then just as roughly pulled him up and found Diesel’s mouth kissing him taking Marcena’s flavor from him. Long lingering strokes of his tongue then pulled away tightening his grip in his hair to be sure Paris didn’t force his way on him.

“
Mmmm
.” Diesel hummed licking his lips, “She tastes like honey.” He stepped further up the bed, “Come here sweet thing.” He placed a knee on the bed as Marcena moved. He guided her mouth to his cock, “Try to take me baby. Show me what you’ve learned since you’ve been here.”

Marcena brought her lips over Diesel’s cock while Paris knelt on the bed and watched with envy. She licked over the red colored crest and sucked, flickering her tongue over him with a rocking of her head. His size stretching her mouth, making her cheeks tight as she attempted to find more of him, “Tell me Marcena—are you ready to take both of us inside you?” He smoothed her hair from her face, watching her desperate attempted to please him and she moaned her response to him.

Diesel reached behind him and piled the pillows up against the head board of the bed then lowered down, while pulling Marcena up to straddle over his groin. “Come here Paris.” Diesel’s lust turned his whisper rough. But Paris shook his head as much as he wanted to lay with Diesel, he wanted no part of the girl.

“Don’t be so certain you know what I want you to do. Now come here.” Diesel commanded him a little firmer now, but the gun was gone and no longer threatening him to comply. Paris scooted up on the bed till his knees where tucking under Diesel’s thighs. Diesel held Marcena up while he reached for Paris’s hard erection and pulled him to gentle rub against his own cock his hand embraced them together and instantly Paris was grinding against the Patronus. He let his eyes close and his breath deepened; swimming in more of the sensations he wanted to have with this man. The woman was suddenly irrelevant.

Diesel guided Marcena down, his hand release Paris only long enough to guide his own cock inside her wet theca. Marcena let out a whimpering moan as the large shaft stretched her in a succulent way.

Paris didn’t need further instruction. He knew what Diesel wanted from him. He wanted to enjoy both of them while at the same time Diesel was not forcible making him have sex with someone he didn’t want to be with. Paris rocked his hips forward sliding in between both bodies, the silk from Marcena’s cunt spilled over Diesel’s cock and onto Paris’ adding a slathering wetness to the grind between them. The hard base of Diesel’s cock became his target and he switched to slide against him from one side to the next. A sensory overload he had never before felt and could barely grasp enough to describe, but it was good. Paris pressed his forehead against the back of Marcena’s hair rubbing against her as Diesel guided her against the force of his upward thrusts, his other hand caressing against Paris’ cock with each grinding penetration between the two.

The three of them lost in each other’s moans and heavy breaths, rocking into each other a swirling pool of pleasure. A pool that threatened to see them to their release soon.

“Dammit I’m so close.” Paris pulled his cock from between Diesel and Marcena’s sex slick bodies and was fighting to get Diesel repositioned, lifting his leg up and pushed Marcena till she was completely bent over. “I gotta get inside you.” Paris growled.

Diesel felt the penetration, slow and easy, the endless movement of the woman on his shaft refused his body any allowance for pain. Rather the new sensation of stretching added flare to the overall lust he was feeding like adding cayenne pepper to chocolate. Damn Paris was rocking his world. Diesel had never let a guy take him, but he was so high on sex just now he didn’t dare stop it He felt Paris’ long cock pushing up deep inside him with a new sensation of pain and pleasure, thrusting against Marcena as his own hips lifted up filling her, feeling her theca straining over him. Her sweet voice crying with delirium.