Chapter 30

Diesel

Worried, I tried calling Shay-Lee again as I jogged through the parking lot. When he didn't pick up for the third time, I ran faster. I'd expected him to have thrown some sort of tantrum because if he'd heard a shred of the conversation, he'd probably got the wrong idea. I mean, I did fuck her, but it wasn't like I cared for the bitch.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted once I found the idiot hovering over a white car with what looked like a—"Is that a knife?"

"Fuck you," Shay-Lee shouted back before stabbing the knife into the front tire and slashing it.

As soon as the tire deflated, he moved to the next one. "In case you have any doubts, it's your face I'm imagining right now." Stab. "Fucking womanizer." Stab.

Holy shit, the guy's feral.

I stepped closer, but not too close, and pointed at the car. "That's her car?"

"If by her you mean your one-hundred-year-old cunt, then yes, it is."

I tried to hold back a laugh because he was hilarious until his eyes latched on to mine. Shit. He was really angry, and as sexy as it was, I'd rather it not be directed at me while he was holding a knife.

"She's not my—ugh, shit." I laughed. "We just fucked a few times. I don't care about her."

"We just fucked a few times." He mimicked my voice while waving his hands in the air before slashing another tire.

"Was that supposed to sound like me?"

"Glad you find this fucking amusing," he barked, his face red. "You had a good laugh about me, didn't you? After fucking her, did you lie in bed and just talk shit about me? Maybe you ran some jokes about my rich daddy and fucked-up life along the way."

Okay, now he was pushing it. "Hold on." I pointed a finger at him. "You don't actually think that, do you?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, mixed with wrath and pain. "What else am I supposed to think? There you were, telling me we can't be together 'cause it's wrong, but sleeping with her isn't? Talk about double standards. You fucking hypocrite."

Using the knife, he engraved the word "whore" over the hood while yelling at me. The sound of scraping metal rang painfully in my ears, and I gritted my teeth together before charging at him.

"Don't touch me!" he shouted as I crossed my arms around his chest and pulled him away from the car. "Let me go, you mutt." He lifted his legs and placed them on the bumper of the car, pushing against it while trying to use the momentum to get free.

As he continued throwing punches, I scanned the area, ensuring we were alone. So far, we were, but if he continued making so much noise, it was only a matter of time before we were noticed. A sharp pain caught me off guard, and I looked down to see blood running down my forearm. It was more of a scratch than a deep cut, but it was enough to cause bleeding. I doubted Shay-Lee did it intentionally, considering how he hadn't even noticed. He was losing it, and my heart broke each time he tried to hit me. His hurt and anger were more painful than his snarls and punches. Shay-Lee was unreasonable as always, but he had every right to be. After all, I did sleep with her, which was wrong, but he didn't know I thought the same. And in the middle of this ongoing chaos, I realized what I had to do in order to calm us both.

"Llorón," I whispered in his ear, and he stilled. Tightening my arms around his panting chest, I felt his rapid pulse underneath my touch. "She's nothing but a nameless whore." I moved one hand to his hair and pushed it aside before pressing my lips to his ear, then his cheek. "You're the one I care for." My words were just as much of a revelation to me as they were to him. It was like a dam had been removed, and every emotion I had ever felt toward Llorón and Shay-Lee flooded me at once, taking control over each part of my body and soul. It was so sudden and so intense that for a second, I loosened my grip around him and almost dropped him to the ground. But then, I retook control over my body and hugged him tighter.

A shuddered breath escaped him, and he tilted his head to the side, giving me access to his lips I starved to taste again. At first, we just pressed lips without moving, but then he dropped the knife and placed his hand behind my neck, pulling me closer and accepting me with an open mouth. When I deepened the kiss, he moaned around my hungry tongue while clawing at my shirt, nearly ripping it apart with how hard he was pulling it. Our position was awkward, with his legs pushing against the car while I held him midair, but he didn't seem to care as he tried to climb me, sucked on my tongue, and groaned into my mouth with his eyes closed.

Placing my hand on his jaw, I angled him so I was the one controlling the kiss. I drank in every moan, cry, and groan he gave me. It became an obsession I could no longer deny, and I was greedy for more. So much more.

"Fuck," I hissed, then kissed the side of his lip, where he had a small cut. How did he hurt himself?

"Don't stop," he cried between heavy breaths, so I turned him around and pinned his back against the hood of the car to the sound of his desperate voice.

Spreading his legs, I stood between them, pressing my body to his while I continued to kiss him with the brutality he squeezed out of me. I slid my hand underneath his shirt, feeling the expanse of his strong chest and abs before moving to the curve of his back, pulling him closer.

I was painfully hard as we thrust our hips and rutted against each other.

"I need to fuck you," I groaned, grazing my teeth over his jaw while slipping my hand into his jeans and squeezing his cheeks. "Where's your car?"

"T-there," he half moaned, pulling his keys and handing them to me. "R-right there!" I wasn't sure if he was referring to his car or to the spot behind his ear I had just sucked, but whatever it was, it left him with needy moans.

After pulling Shay-Lee upright, I quickly picked up the knife from the ground before grabbing his hand. Tangling our fingers together, we started running toward his Benz.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked as I climbed into the driver's seat.

"Get your ass in the car, Shay-Lee."

Stunned, he got in.

"What's going on?" he asked while adjusting his hard-on.

"Ain't no way I'm fucking you here."

"But—"

"Put your seat belt on," I said, cutting into his words, then rested my arm behind his seat and looked back, reversing the Benz out of the parking spot and onto the road.

"Can you get any hotter?"

"Just wait until I'm shoved balls-deep inside of you."

Shay-Lee's pupils grew to the size of a coin. Closing his mouth, he cleared his throat. "Holy shit." He moved his hand down his body and squeezed himself over his pants.

"Fuck," I hissed, drinking him up as he rubbed himself a bit more, heat flushing to his cheeks. A honk pulled me back to the road. I'd better keep my eyes off Shay-Lee if I didn't want us to crash.

"Buckle up," I told him once more since he ignored me the first time.

"Don't want to." He grinned as he leaned his body over the armrest and pressed his lips to my neck, sucking my skin hard enough to leave his mark. Moving his hand from my chest, he slid it down my body until he reached my stiff cock.

"Well, hello there," he purred and cupped me over my jeans.

"Shay-Lee." The warning in my voice was clear yet fell on deaf ears as he unzipped my jeans and began stroking me over my boxer briefs. I threw my head back and inhaled deeply while trying to stay focused on driving and keep my eyes open because his hand felt too fucking good.

His breath danced on my neck while his fingers traced the outline of my cock through my briefs, his thumb playing with my wet tip. When he pressed down on my shaft, my cock throbbed, and so I bucked my hips harder into his palm.

"You're such an impatient brat," I hissed.

"Yeah. I am."

We both let out deep groans as he slid his hand underneath the thin cloth of my briefs and grabbed my hot length.

"God, I need this inside me." Shay-Lee nearly cried as he began stroking me, using my precum to ease the friction before going faster. Squeezing me tight, his hand moved up and down my shaft as sounds of skin-on-skin filled the car. The only thing hotter than his hand was his reactions. I loved how aroused hegot from pleasuring me—him leaning into my body, the hushed moans, the erection tenting his pants. He was an eager little kitten for my cock.

"So what are you waiting for?" I asked while my free hand played with his hair, pushing it back and stroking him gently. "Have it."

When he looked up at me, I took my eyes away from the road for a second to see the lust burning behind his irises before he moved his head down. Not wasting another second, he spat on my dick, pulled my foreskin back, then flicked his tongue over the crown. He pressed his eager lips to my willing dick, opened his mouth, and took me in. I gripped the steering wheel harder while placing my other hand on his head, not pushing him further so he could pick the pace. And pace he picked. Like a pro, Shay-Lee sucked me hard,using his tongue and relaxing his jaw to take my whole girth in. Trying to split my attention between driving and him, I smirked at the sight of his head bobbing, followed by the delicious sounds coming from him. Fuck, I loved hearing him choke on my dick.

When I stopped at a red light, I closed my eyes to allow myself to be consumed with his mouth. "That's it, Llorón, suck me like you'd die for my cock." My head felt fuzzy as he worked on my dick, moaning and gagging around it. A long, irritating honk brought me back, making me aware that the light had turned green.

"You're gonna kill us," I laughed while hitting the gas. "Fuck, it would be hot, dying with your filthy mouth around me, my cum dripping down your chin."

Shay-Lee let out a low moan, making my dick twitch inside his tight mouth before he took me deeper until the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat. He gagged, but that didn't stop him from taking me farther down his throat. I pushed his head down and didn't let go until his nose was pressed against my pubes. Fuck. And if it wasn't enough, the needy brat stroked himself while blowing me. There he was, unable to breathe with my cock blocking his airways, and he was fapping himself.

Fucking genius.

He was absolutely everything.

The pleasure grew unbearable, my spine tingled, and my balls tightened up. Unable to hold it anymore, I came deep down his throat, making him swallow my load until the last fucking drop, and only then did I let him go. As I did, I felt warm spray wetting my thigh. When I looked down, his body shuddered as he shot his cum all over my pants. Some of it landed on the seats as well, and I wanted to clean it up with my tongue. Since it wasn't possible while driving, I settled for a quick, sloppy kiss. With my eyes half open and focused on the road, I kissed him passionately, tasting myself on his lips.

He tastes like mine. And it was enough to awaken all the senses in my fucking body.