Chapter 16

Shay-Lee

As the lights went off, everything stopped. Like Nero had turned the switch off on me and my body was shutting down. My heart beat slower, my breaths were shallow, and a cold shiver ran down my spine and spread through my nerves and veins until reaching the tip of my toes. It was a familiar feeling of fear, which often struck me when in the dark. It wasn't the dark itself that scared me, but the nightmares it carried with it. A dread so intense that my body nearly froze. I was in fight or flight, all but ready to give up and run, when a touch of warmth pulled me back to life.

"I'm here," Nero said, his calm voice chasing away my fears and making it possible to move again. "I'm right here." Pulling me closer, he pressed me hard against his chest. Unable to see a thing, his familiar scent and the sound of his heart beating behind his rib cage surrounded me, melting the frost in my chest and helping me to breathe.

He brought his hand to my hair, stroking me softly before kissing the top of my head. "Do you want to continue?" he asked, and despite my momentary panic, that wasn't really a question.

"Yes."

"Good." He reached for my hands and brought them up to his mask. "Take this off for me."

Even though the darkness kept our identity hostage, I was still moved by his willingness to let me take off his mask first. But why was it so special? Maybe it was because I knew Nero's choice came from a clear head that it moved me as much as it did. He had no ulterior motives and was under no manipulation of mine. Despite the dark room, his eyes were wide open, and his mind was clear to decide, choose, and act.

My fingers lingered on the edge of his mask before sliding to the string securing it to his face. Before I removed it, I hesitated, but Nero covered my hands with his and helped me. The next thing I knew, my palms were resting against his jaw. Sometimes, he was clean-shaven, while other times, he wasn't. Today was one of the times he wasn't, and I could feel the thickness of his stubble. I loved it. I loved how rough he felt.

Without saying a word, his hands moved to my mask, which he wasted no time in taking off. I heard a thud when he dropped the masks someplace. How did he know where to put it? My thoughts were forgotten as he cupped my face and stroked my cheeks with his thumbs. It was a gesture so tender and intimate that it flooded me with warmth. Sex was many things, but warm? Tender? Never that. As much as I feared loneliness, I also feared intimacy, simply because I'd never experienced it and had no idea how to endure it.

"Are you scared?" he asked, as if reading my mind.

"Yeah," I admitted, because lying to him was pointless.

"Me too." We were so much alike. Our circumstances were different, but the outcomes were the same. "But I'm okay with it," he continued, pulling me closer until our noses grazed and our lips nearly brushed.

Closing the faint distance between us, I could finally kiss him again. It was only last night that I got to taste him for the first time, but I'd been dying to do it again ever since our lips had parted. And tonight, neither of us were about to settle for one small kiss. Tonight was about taking and exploring each other, and that was precisely what Nero did by deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue into my open mouth, making me moan and hold on to him harder.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer, showing him how hungry I was to have him. I sensed the smirk on his lips right before he moved his hands down my chest and slid them under my shirt, then gripped the hem and pulled it off. He was already shirtless from dancing earlier, so I had access to his naked chest. For a brief second, I wished I could see his beautiful tattoos, but the intensity of feeling his body in the dark overcame my need to see.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned when he sucked right above my collarbone, making my skin heat while his fingers tangled with my zipper. Sliding his hands to my ass, he gave me a firm squeeze, then continued to push my slacks and briefs down in one go. After getting rid of my pants, I clumsily kicked off my shoes, leaving me completely naked. I knew I wanted him stripped down, too, but before that—

"Llorón," he whispered as I got on my knees before him and moved my hands over his pants, feeling his cock, stiff and erect, pressing against the fabric.

"I've been dying to do this since I first saw you," I confessed as I lowered his fly and pulled his pants down to his mid-thigh. Kissing him over his boxer briefs, I wetted the thin cotton with my tongue while taking a deep inhale of his strong masculine musk. Fuck, he smelled good. His spicy scent aroused me beyond words, and I wanted to smell him more, but he grabbed my chin and forced my head up before I could.

"Then put my cock in your mouth and show me how well you can choke on it."

Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was looking at me. I could feel his eyes burning into me as if I was the only one that mattered to him. The thrill of being the center of his attention struck me with possessiveness, and the sensation sent all the blood in my body to my dick, making it throb with anticipation.

Sucking a cock in the dark wasn't such a simple task, but I managed just fine. With my hand, I found the base of his rigid length and knew how to align myself to him. Pulling his foreskin back, I first licked the crown of his cock like a popsicle, then parted my lips and took him into my mouth. He was huge. I knew that already, but he felt even bigger because I couldn't see. Sliding my hands over his trimmed pubes, I grabbed the root of his dick. I only had half of him in my mouth, so I inhaled from my nose and relaxed my throat before swallowing the rest.

"Fuck," he hissed, his fingers still under my chin. "I knew you could take me."

Self-satisfied, I wanted him to move, to make me gag, but unable to speak, I placed my hand on his hip and squeezed.

"Want me to fuck your mouth?"

My first instinct was to nod, but he wouldn't see me, so I squeezed him harder, letting him know my answer. Moving his hand from my chin, he ran his fingers through my hair, then held me in place. Without any warning, he jerked his hips forward and thrust into my mouth until the tip of his cock grazed my throat. I always loved having my mouth full with a dick, but his? It was fucking phenomenal.

Nero pulled almost entirely out, only to push all the way in, making me gag numerous times, but I wasn't at all about to stop. Desperate to feel more, I dug my fingers into his thigh. Knowing what I wanted, he stilled with his cock deep down my throat, blocking my airways. My eyes glistened with tears, and my lips stretched around his thick length as drool drizzled down my chin. My whole face heated as blood pounded in my ears. The more seconds passed where I couldn't breathe, the harder my dick became, and I felt like I was on the verge of bursting. As I began to reach the stage where everything grew fuzzy, Nero pulled out. I gasped for air as he pulled me up to my feet and clashed our mouths in a violent kiss that once again left me breathless.

"You good?" he whispered over my abused lips, and instead of answering, I just kissed him again. He let out a hoarse chuckle before returning the kiss with an open mouth. He ate me alive, his lips, tongue, and teeth landing everywhere. Gripping me harder, he lifted me up and moved us to the bed, where he came to lie between my spread legs.

"You're so sexy," he groaned as he kissed down my body until he reached my nipples and took one into his mouth. I moaned when he gave it a little tug, pinched my other nipple with his fingers, then cried when he went a little harder on both.

My dick throbbed at the sound of him humming around my nipples, and I jerked my hips up, rutting against him, desperate for friction.

"So impatient." His voice was teasing.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but before I could, he reached down and gripped my cock, silencing me.

"Well, I can't blame you for being such a needy little brat, can I?" Pressing his thumb to my tip, which was soaked with precum, he squeezed me. "Feel how hard you are."

"F-fuck," I panted.

"You're so wet for me." He smeared my precum down my length.

"Yes." I pushed harder into his fist.

"Fucking soaked." Letting out a lazy chuckle, he slipped his fingers between my ass cheeks until he reached my hole. "So hot."

He teased my entrance just a bit before he threw my legs over his shoulders and lifted my ass in the air.

"What are you doing… Oh!" I cried when his hot tongue touched my hole and moaned when he used it to tease my rim.

"You taste so fine," he hummed, then went back to rimming my ass. First, he used the flat of his tongue to taunt the sensitive nerves before pushing it in, and I squirmed under his touch.

"H-how do you know what to do?" I panted, feeling my skin burning under the heat of his mouth.

Taking his tongue out, he spat on my hole and then used his thumb to smear his saliva before pushing his finger in. "I've eaten pussy before," he said, continuously thrusting his finger. A part of me didn't like the idea of him comparing me to the other partners he'd had, and I was ready to tell him he could piss off when he continued. "But before you say a word, yours is the best I've ever tasted."

Shit. I loved it when he talked to me this way.

Nero then flipped me onto my stomach and wasted no time before continuing to rim my ass. The new position made it easier for me to move, and I began fucking against his tongue and fingers. Whimpering, I pushed back while rutting my painfully stiff cock against the sheets. I didn't know if it was because I couldn't see anything or because it was him, but sex had never felt like this before. Every touch sent chills down my spine, and every whisper reached my heart. Like it wasn't only my body in flames but my very soul. Although the pleasure made me feel euphoric, I was present, sober. Nero stirred and flipped every nerve in my body, making me understand what it was like to feel. To actually feel and experience sex while not being high or drunk.

My skin was covered with sweat, and my back arched as I listened to the sounds coming from him, the enjoyment he held from feasting on my ass. It was everything I needed and more, and I could feel my orgasm building. Probably sensing I was about to burst, Nero withdrew.

"Wh-where are you?" I nearly cried out. Even though I could sense he was still behind me, it wasn't enough.

"I'm right here," he said, placing his hand around my throat and turning my head until I was met with his lips. I opened my mouth for him, and he pushed his tongue inside. I sucked on it, not giving a flying fuck he'd just used it to eat my ass. Tearing his lips from my mouth, he moved my hair out of the way and kissed the back of my neck. I moaned as he sucked on my skin, clearly leaving a mark, and cried for him to bite me—to own me.

"I am going to own you," he whispered in my ear. "But in a completely different way." As he spoke, I felt his erection shoved hard against the small of my back, and I climbed up the bed so it would align perfectly with my ass. I jerked my hips up, plowing against him.

"So impatient," he chuckled, gripped my hair, and pulled my head back. "But we can't go raw." He kissed my exposed neck, sending shivers down my body.

"But I want to," I whined, once again rutting my ass against him. "I'm negative." Not knowing what possessed me because I never agreed to go bare with any partner, I continued. "You can just fuck me—"

"Shhhh." He kissed between my shoulder blades and then shifted aside. I heard a drawer open and close before feeling him behind me again. As the sound of a condom ripping off reached my ears, I unsuccessfully tried to look behind me.

"It's not because of you that I won't fuck you raw." I heard him opening something else, then felt the cold lube touching my skin. "But because of me," he said, using two fingers to smear it over my hole, all while kissing down my back. "It's been a while since I last got tested, and I can't risk you."

I swallowed hard because his care for me was too much to bear and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the threatening tears.

"You're too gentle," I whispered. "Too fucking gentle."

"Am I?" He circled my entrance with two fingers and then pushed them in.

I gasped.

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah," I panted as he pulled them out, only to shove them in again. He knew I needed some roughness, and he was beginning to give me what I craved. "Can't feel a thing."

"So let's add another one." Next thing I knew, I was fucking against three of his fingers, begging for more like my life depended on it.

"Listen to you. Three fingers, and it's still not enough. Bet you can take my whole fist," he said and slapped my ass hard enough for the sound to echo around us. I moaned from the pain, feeling eager for more.

"What do you say?" He ghosted his hand over the flesh he'd just spanked. "Think you're ready to take me?"

"Y-yeah," I panted as sweat trickled down my hot skin. "Fuck, yeah."

"That's my Llorón."

The bed shifted, and soon after, the fat crown of his cock pressed against my entrance. He jerked his hips forward, and I gasped for air as he shoved his entire length in one go. Holding still, he allowed me to adjust to his size with the overwhelming feeling of being completely full. Despite not seeing a thing, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Once I was ready, I clenched the sheets in my fists, arched my back, and bucked up against him. Understanding the message, Nero let out a throaty chuckle as he grabbed my hips and pulled almost all the way out, then plunged back in with one powerful thrust, nearly tearing me in half.

My dick was painfully hard, and I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to take it. Every thrust hit my prostate, pushing me closer to the edge, even more so when I couldn't see a fucking thing.

"Wha—" I started to protest when he suddenly pulled out, but before I could form a complete word, Nero had already thrown me onto my back and settled back in. His cock, thick and warm, slid into my ass with ease, stuffing me to the fullest. Missionary was probably my most hated position. Why? It was old, boring, and forced me to face the man fucking me. But here I was, laid out on my back with Nero on top, his weight crushing me down and his face nearly an inch away, wishing the room wasn't dark because I wanted nothing more than to see his face. This feeling was strange and unexpected, only adding more to my already overwhelmed heart.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his lips ghosting over mine, his hot breath feeling like a drug.

Sending my hands forward in blind trust, I wrapped them around his neck and pulled him even closer.

"Yes."

"Good." His hand pushed shreds of hair away from my sweaty face before his lips touched mine. As he rolled his hips, I slid my hands from his neck down to his back, feeling his muscles tense and relax with each thrust. His sweat-covered skin burned underneath my touch, and I continued to move my hand lower and lower until the texture of his skin changed. As soon as I touched what I knew was his scar, he tensed, and I let out a shuddered breath, fearing he'd tell me to stop. I couldn't see his expression, so I assumed the worst and swallowed hard, ready for him to get angry.

"I'm sorry, Nero. I didn't mean to," I said, removing my hand from his back.

"Camilo."

"What?"

Gently grabbing my hand, he brought it back to his scar. "That's my name." He brushed his lips over mine while allowing my fingers to trace his torn skin, to explore his past and to touch his soul.

I bit my lip as emotions I was a stranger to took over my body and tightened in my chest. For a moment, I wished to tell him my name, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"That's a pretty name," I whispered in a choked voice.

"It will sound even prettier when you scream it."

Gone was the calm, tender pace he was moving his hips, and back were the brutal thrusts that rocked me to my core. I gasped as he shoved his dick deep inside my ass, hitting my prostate until I saw fucking stars.

"You're so hot for me," he groaned, grabbed my dick, and began jerking me off.

"Oh, God," I moaned as he increased his pace, fucking me like a man on a mission while stroking me with the same rigid rhythm. "Oh, God."

"I know." His stubbled jaw caressed mine as his lips brushed my ear. "Estás tan apretado, que veo el cielo, cari?o." You're so tight I see heavens, sweetheart.

My face grew hot as the essence of his words sank in, and my cock twitched in his tight fist.

"Camilo," I cried, my whole body quivering underneath him.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, fucking into me harder, making me shout out his name while digging my fingers into his back, gripping him so hard I'd probably left a mark.

Good. I wanted him to be marked. I wanted him to remember how hard he had fucked me every time he looked in the mirror. I wanted him to remember how fucking perfect it felt to be inside of me. I wanted this moment to be engraved into his soul, just like it was engraved into mine. His cock sliding in and out of my wet hole created filthy sounds, increasing my arousal, which I could feel building in my stomach, telling me I was mere seconds from coming.

"Oh, fuck." My back arched from the bed as a shiver ran down my spine, right before I exploded, fucking blasted, and came the hardest I ever had. My cum landed on my abs and chest, almost reaching my face. Camilo removed his hand from my drained cock and slid it up to my neck. His fingers, coated with my cum, wrapped around me in a chokehold. He wasn't blocking my airway, but he held me tight enough to make breathing difficult.

"Shit," he cussed, his cock growing bigger inside the condom.

"Yes, Camilo, do it. Fucking kill me."

He slammed into my ass with brutal force, his balls smacking against my flesh as his hand gripped my neck harder, not allowing air into my lungs. It lasted only a few seconds, but the euphoria I felt until he released his hold was like venom slowly poisoning my blood.

Losing his rhythm, his body tensed and shuddered, his cock pulsed, as he came hard into the condom. After he was done, he pulled out only to drape his large body over me. He didn't even breathe before his hands reached my damp hair and ran his fingers through it. His weight felt good on top of me, and I wrapped my hands around him, hugging him tight, loving the way our sweat, cum, and breath mixed. As he hugged me back, the words he once told me came back to me.

You're the high before the crash. Fucking you would be as thrilling as driving a race car off a cliff. Absolutely exceptional until you die.

I understood him at this moment, because if I were to die right now, I wouldn't care. For the first time in my life, I found peace.

Diesel

Running my fingers through Llorón's hair and calming down my heavy breaths, my head was still miles away, trying to process what I'd just experienced. Yet, without a doubt, I was obsessed. Body and soul, I was bound to the man lying beneath me, and in no way was I getting out of it anytime soon. For the first time since I could remember, I felt calm.

I felt at home.

Llorón tightened his arms around my shoulders, and I took the opportunity to inhale his addictive coconut scent. There was something about his touch, smell, and moves that felt familiar but, at the same time, totally new. It was impossible for me to believe how because until over a month ago, this man had been a complete stranger. Now, I wasn't sure I could let him go.

Ready to relax and enjoy the postorgasm bliss I'd hardly ever experienced, I was about to roll to my back and perhaps fall asleep with him in my arms, when out of nowhere, his hands, which had held on to me till now, moved to my chest and pushed me away.

"I need to go," he said, and then the mattress shifted.

"Hold on." I tried to catch his hand but fuck, I couldn't see a thing, and before I knew it, I heard a loud thump.

"Shit," he hissed in pain, and I assumed he'd crashed to the floor.

My first instinct was to reach for him, but then I figured helping would be easier if I could see, so I fumbled in the dark until I found the light switch and, without thinking twice, turned the light back on.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden light before I saw him on the floor. As I figured, he'd got up in a rush and fallen like a klutz. He had his back to me, so I couldn't see his face, even though I wished I could. After what we just did, I assumed he'd feel the same.

"Llorón." I reached to help him, but he snapped.

"Give me my mask." His hands were clenched into tight fists. "Give me my mask… please." His voice wasn't one of anger but of fear. He was panicking, and it killed me.

My jaw tensed, and I ground my teeth while watching his body tremble. "Hold on," I said, turned around, and grabbed our masks from the bedside table. Putting my mask on first, I placed his behind him and turned around, giving him the space he clearly needed.

"You can wear it. I'm not looking."

When I heard the choked sobs coming from him and how he tried to hush them, my heart clenched, and I felt sick. Despite giving him the nickname Llorón and telling him how hot he'd look crying, this wasn't my intention. The only moments I wished to see tears rolling down his face and to hear his voice choking on sobs were those of pleasure.

"I can't tie it by myself," he sniffed between words.

"Can I turn around? I'll help you."

"Yes."

The second he gave me permission, I turned to face him. He was still crouched naked on the floor, looking like a broken little bird. It wasn't his nudity that made him look so vulnerable but the way he barely kept himself together while holding the mask to his face with shaking fingers. This horrifying image was seared into my mind, and it wasn't until I squeezed my eyes shut that I could move again.

"Did you hurt yourself when you fell?" I asked as I bent behind him and helped him to tie the strap and secure the mask.

He shook his head.

"Then what's wrong?" I slid my hands to his shoulders, hoping he wouldn't push me away. A few moments ago, his skin was warm, like he had bathed in the sun for hours. Now, it was ice-cold.

"I just need to go," he whispered, and even though he said he needed to leave, he only leaned farther into my touch, as if begging me not to leave him alone.

"Not before you tell me what's wrong."

"I just… I can't." He inhaled deeply. "I can't."

"You can't what?" Softly rubbing his arms, I tried to warm him up.

"This." His breath shivered. "You're too kind, too gentle. I can't." Sniff. "I don't deserve it."

I'd already realized in the time we spent together that he had a problem with intimacy. He was thirsty for it, nearly begged to be loved, and, at the same time, feared it as if the tiniest amount of compassion would kill him.

"What makes you say that?"

"It isn't supposed to feel good… but it did… and I feel guilty."

His words destroyed my heart. I knew then and there, without a doubt, that I'd break the monster who made my Llorón feel so unworthy and ashamed that pleasure pushed him to the point of self-loathing and guilt. Not only would I break them, but I'd enjoy it, too.

"Of course it does." I crossed my arms over his chest and pulled him close until his back was plastered against me. I was grateful that we were both still naked, not because I planned on doing anything sexual, but because of the closeness it provided. Other than our masks, which apparently were still needed at this point, there were no barriers between us. "With the right person, sex should feel exactly as it did just now." I kissed the top of his head.

Digging his fingers into my forearm, he took a deep breath. "I'm a bad person," he whispered, as if confessing to a crime he didn't commit.

"So am I."

"I mean it."

"So do I."

"Stop it. Stop trying to make me feel better."

"I'm not." I ghosted my hand over his smooth skin. "I'm being honest."

He huffed, and the familiar, bratty sound brought a faint smile to my lips.

"At first, I didn't care about those masks… but now I do," he said, covering my hand with his. "I'm scared of what will happen when the day comes and I take it off." Taking a deep breath, his body tensed. "I don't want you to hate me."

Hate him? I understood his fears, but hating him sounded ridiculous. Obviously, he was either unaware or in denial about how strongly I wanted him.

"I could never."

"You say that now, but you will. Just wait and see."

"There's no need." I tangled our fingers together. "Because I understand your fear. Right now, I'm scared shitless that you'd leave this room and never come back." The idea of him running away was suddenly terrifying. "So how about this. If you promise to come here again tomorrow, I promise to never hate you."

He half turned in his place until our eyes met, and I could see how he searched me for the truth.

"You promise?"

"Sí."

"Okay, then."