Chapter 31

Diesel

Getting to Kai's condo from the car was nearly impossible since neither of us seemed willing to let go of the other, practically kissing our way upstairs and stumbling our way into the house.

"You sure we're alone?" Shay-Lee asked between kisses, his hands wrapped around my body as I shut the door behind us.

"Yeah," I rasped, kissing him back while moving my hands along his back, feeling his strong muscles tense and flex with each move.

"Good, 'cause I'm gonna be fucking loud." He smirked, then retook my lips.

I loved the idea of him screaming his heart out as I drilled into him, but first—

"Why did you stop?" he whined, his eyes confused as I dropped my hands from his waist and stepped back.

"You need to wash up first."

His brows knitted close as he looked at me with annoyance. "Is that your way of saying I smell?" He sniffed his armpits to check for himself.

I chuckled, then grabbed his ass and pulled him closer until he bumped against my chest. "Let me rephrase that. I'm going to wash you."

Shay-Lee's mouth opened and closed several times before he swallowed hard and nodded eagerly. "Y-you do that."

I loved it when he acted all adorable. He truly was a cute little kitten.

Five minutes later, we were both naked underneath the hot stream of the shower. Steam filled the small room, fogging the mirror and dampening the air.

Since we got out of the car, Shay-Lee's hands hadn't let go of me. Even now, he clung to me as I soaped his body in long, languid movements as if to wash away every mark on his skin, visible or not, that was left by someone else before me.

His chest was already clean, yet it didn't stop me from sliding my palm over it again and again, squeezing his pecs, and brushing my fingers over his hard nipples. Shay-Lee raised his hands so I could soap his armpits. As I was slowly washing his body, a burst of warmth hit my guts, and I leaned forward to kiss him. Our mouths crashed together in a kiss that started slow and heated up quickly, with us nipping, biting, and sucking on each other's lips and tongues. My heart rate increased the more I tasted Shay-Lee, and my chest filled with unbelievable heat that pushed me to hold him tighter.

While sucking on Shay-Lee's tongue, I slid my hands down his body until I reached his fine ass and squeezed him tightly.

"Camilo," he moaned as I teased his hole with my index finger, poking the sensitive flesh. Soap wasn't enough for this, so I looked around the bathroom. Surprisingly, Kai didn't have lube in his shower, but he kept a bottle of vanilla-scented body oil. I grabbed it, flicked the cap open, and applied the thick liquid to my fingers before returning them to his hole. There was simply something addictive about playing with his ass that made me feel like a little boy obsessed with his new toys.

I had this sudden urge to have Shay-Lee put his whole body on my face as I fucked his hole with my tongue until I couldn't breathe.

Cutting my line of thought, I returned to stretching him open, using one finger first, pushing it in until he adjusted before adding another. He groaned, resting his head on the curve of my neck with his arms thrown around me.

"You don't need to be so gentle," he gasped as I slid my free hand over his back, enjoying how silky and smooth his wet skin was.

I kissed his head. "Don't worry, Llorón. I'm not planning to." A shudder went through his body at my promise. Tonight would be anything but gentle, but first, I needed to make him mine.

By now, I had three fingers knuckle-deep inside him. Judging by his needy sounds and the state of his leaking cock, I knew he was ready. So was I. My dick pulsed and throbbed with every low moan that he gave me. Pulling out my fingers, I turned off the water and took his hand, carefully leading him out of the shower. After I picked the softest towel in the cabinet, I took my time drying him off, starting with his hair, then the rest.

My body ached and responded to taking care of him like some primal instinct thrumming through me. While it turned me on, making my dick leak with the anticipation of claiming what was mine, it also calmed down my soul, as if the beast in me understood that in my arms, he was safe. I had never experienced such strong, bold instincts in my life before. Yes, I always protected my people, but to this extent? To the point where drying him off made me feel ownership of him?

"Arms up."

Doing as he was told, Shay-Lee lifted his arms, and I moved the towel to his biceps and armpits, then proceeded on to his firm abs. The more I touched him, the more I realized that my fears turned out to be true and that he had become an obsession. The same as my craving for nicotine, my desire for Shay-Lee burned deep in my lungs, chest, and heart. Only, in his case, a simple smoke wasn't enough to silence me. When it came to him, nothing would ever be enough.

After touching almost every part of him, I dropped to my knees.

"Wait," he gasped, putting his hands on my shoulders, but I ignored his protest, now at eye level with his impressive dick.

He was smaller than me, but not at all small. The pink head was glossy, like candy waiting to be sucked, while delicate veins traveled down his long, cut dick. I even found his balls attractive, which was probably a sign I was losing it because who in their right mind would admire a pair of balls? But here I was, drooling over his tight, heavy sack.

"You like this, don't you? Having me on my knees for you?" I looked up at his flushed face before grabbing his balls in my palms.

He winced.

"Since we met, that's all you've ever wanted."

Biting his lips, he shook his head. "N-no."

I squeezed his jewels harder until he nearly folded in half and cried in pain.

"Deep down, you always knew who was in charge, didn't you? That was why you were throwing your fists in the air like some heated bitch, trying to get my attention."

Shay-Lee nodded his head and squeezed his eyes. "It hurts."

I grinned. "Didn't you just say I was too gentle?" Despite the pain, his dick only grew bigger, so I didn't let go.

"Camilo—"

"What is it, Llorón? Tell me what you want."

He opened his eyes and met my stare, desperation written in his lust-drunk gaze. His cheeks took on a beautiful shade of pink while his bottom lip trembled. How magnificent was it to see this man turning into this needy, willing mess.

"I want you, Camilo." Him saying my name like a prayer stirred a feral desire in me.

I let go of his balls and rose to my feet. Cupping his face in my palms, I leaned closer until our lips nearly grazed. "Make no mistake. I'm the one in charge. But when you whisper my name that way… it drives me fucking insane."

His breath hitched as he stared at me with wide, icy-blue eyes, and I swore that a piece of the mask he wore had just cracked. Then, the look of vulnerability changed to ferocity. The hunger and power that I admired returned to his eyes as he grabbed my dick, and I let out a woosh sound at the surprise.

Closing the small distance between us, he took my mouth, but instead of simply kissing me, he tugged on my bottom lip and bit it.

"So fuck me, Camilo." He grabbed me tighter. "Fuck me. Own me. Make me yours."

Tossing Shay-Lee on the bed, I kicked the door shut and joined him on the mattress.

"Someone's eager." Shay-Lee grinned, full of himself, as I moved above him.

Grabbing his side, I flipped him over, hooked my hands underneath his hips, and pulled him back until his ass rubbed against my hard cock. Fisting his hair, I yanked his head back so he rested against my shoulder and took his mouth. He moaned into the kiss, rutting his needy ass against me in the process.

"Like you're one to talk," I rasped after tearing our lips apart. Moving my hand to his neck, I kept it there as my thumb caressed his rapidly beating jugular.

Shay-Lee's breath caught before he glanced at me with hooded eyes, a half smirk pulling on his devious lips. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Nah…" I grazed my teeth along the line of his neck. "The question is what are you going to do?" I rolled aside and lay on my back with one hand tucked behind my head.

"Oh?"

With our eyes locked, I collected my precum and used it as lube while I gave my stiff cock a lazy stroke. He followed the action, darting his tongue out to wet his bottom lip.

"Come here, kitten. Put that pussy on my face and ride me like a fucking slut."

Lust flashed in his eyes as he gave me a deviant look full of hunger. All too eager to obey, Shay-Lee positioned himself on top of me. Facing my feet, he leaned his ass back, his heels on each side of my head as I spread his cheeks apart. His hole was pink and smooth, like the rest of him, making my mouth water.

"Do you wax here?"

The brat had the audacity to give me an annoyed look over his sassy shoulder.

"Are you going to ask about my body hair, or are you going to eat my ass—fuckkk!" His words turned into a long moan as I shoved my tongue into his already stretched hole.

Spreading his cheeks wider apart, I crammed my face deeper, nearly choking myself between his sweet cheeks. The vanilla oil we had used in the shower made him taste like a fucking dessert. Knowing I wouldn't be satisfied until his full weight was settled on my face, I maneuvered him to properly align with me before I fucked his hole with my tongue. Shay-Lee was all too eager to play along as he rolled his hips and rode my face the way I told him to. As he writhed on top of me, his balls slapped my jaw with each movement, creating incredible sounds along with his throaty moans. He was absolutely loving it, moving his ass harder and faster, desperate to feel me deeper.

Hold on, kitten. I'll be filling you up in no time.

My mouth was wet from sucking and nibbling on his entrance as drool and spit coated my lips. My nose was shoved between his globes, and my eyes were closed. It was hard to breathe and even harder to contain myself when all the blood in my body rushed to my aching cock.

"C'mon, kitten, I want you to hold yourself open for me," I said and watched with pleasure as his hands came to replace mine.

Now that my hands were free, I returned my tongue to his needy ass while adding two fingers and pushing them in.

"F-fuck, yes," he cried and leaned forward as I found his prostate and added a third finger.

"Sí, Llorón, I love the way you purr," I rasped in Spanish, the words rolling on my tongue as he twitched around me. Returning my mouth to his ass, I ran my free hand over his firm globes. Slapping one cheek, I then grabbed his swollen cock. He throbbed in my fist as I gave him a slow, long stroke before moving to palm his heavy balls. With my hand massaging his nuts and my tongue fucking his hole, Shay-Lee continued to ride me until he was a quivering mess. The sounds coming from him were out of this world, making me lose my fucking mind. I wanted him so badly that the need burned its way to my core. He had managed to become the object of my desires, and tonight, my sole purpose was to ruin him. To fuck him so hard and to breach him so deep that he wouldn't be able to survive without me. My thoughts were irrational, but so was my need to have him.

"Camilo." He cried my name so beautifully as I pulled out and flipped him onto his back. Caressing my fingers through his gold mane, I pulled him close and clashed our mouths together. He groaned as I shoved my wet tongue past his parted lips and explored his mouth before breaking the messy kiss. I then reached for the bedside table to grab a condom, but Shay-Lee grabbed it from me before I could put it on.

Opening the pack, I watched in awe when he took out the condom and placed it between his lips.

"Fucking hell," I groaned as he held his hair behind his ear, bent down, and put the condom on for me. Using his mouth, he pushed the rubber over my shaft until it was rolled all the way down and then used the flat of his tongue to make sure it was sitting right.

Looking at him was quite the sight. While keeping his hair out of the way, he revealed his beautiful neck. I licked my lips at the sight. His body was like a fine hourglass with that slim waist of his as he stuck out his ass and arched his back.

Kissing the base of my covered cock, Shay-Lee looked up to meet my hungry stare. He was confident, sure of himself, and at the same time, a hint of vulnerability flickered behind his beautiful eyes. One that should no longer be there.

"Come here," I rasped, pulling him into my arms and kissing him. He brought his hands to my hair and ran them through it. Without breaking the kiss, I laid him on his back and found my place between his legs. Grabbing my cock, I aligned it with his hole and pushed in. His spit and the oil were enough lube, keeping the friction rough enough for both of our liking. He gasped into my mouth as my dick slowly filled his hole until every inch of me was buried inside of him.

Fisting his hair and squeezing my eyes shut, I took over his mouth and began rolling my hips, grazing his prostate with each movement that pushed him to that edge.

"More," he cried after breaking the kiss. Spreading his legs wider and stretching his body underneath me, he tossed his hands back until his palms were flat against the headboard.

I began fucking him harder and deeper while his ass squeezed me tight, making my cock swell inside of him. Each thrust brought me closer, but I was far from being done. I pushed up from the bed, then leaned down and fastened my lips around his nipple. Shay-Lee's back arched off the mattress, and he shoved his chest harder into my mouth. Since he loved having his nipples played with, I continued to suck on those little pink candies while drilling my cock in and out of him.

He looked lost.

He looked owned.

He looked mine.

Eventually, I let go of his chest, pulled out, and sat back on my knees, bringing him with me. Grabbing his hips, I adjusted him so he'd sit perfectly on my dick.

"Look at you." I slipped my fingers between his tight ass cheeks to feel his wet hole. "All open and used…" I ghosted my fingers around the rim. "You're fucking dripping." I pushed in and out.

"It's because of you," he purred like the slutty kitten he was. "So don't keep me waiting. Put your beast of a cock back inside me, and fuck me so hard I'll feel you for days."

With each word he said, each move of his body, Shay-Lee only made me fall deeper into this new obsession. Every second spent with him only increased the deep desire burning inside of me. Grinning like a madman, I grabbed the base of my cock and brought it back to his entrance. It slid in with ease, but instead of fucking into him, I bounced him on top of me, hips thrusting into his ass at full force until he couldn't pronounce actual words except to scream my name.

"Yes, Llorón." Every muscle in my body tensed as my cock ripped his ass apart. "You take me so well." I sank my teeth into his neck and sucked on his hot flesh, making sure to leave a goddamn mark so any fucker who dared glance his way would know he was fucking owned. But one bite wasn't enough, so I marked him all over like some primal beast—neck, chest, arms. I kissed and sucked everywhere I could reach, and when it still wasn't enough, I pulled out and pushed him down on the mattress. Flipping him to his stomach, I slapped his ass and then sank my teeth into his beaten flesh, not letting go until he winced in pain.

"W-what are you doing?" he panted as I moved my lips along his spine.

"Claiming what's mine."

"Fuck," he cried, shoving his face into the pillow. "Don't stop." His pleas had become my life's mission.

"I'm not planning to." Kissing his shoulder, I reached for his hand and tangled our fingers together. Shay-Lee shifted his head, looking at me with tears coating his lustful eyes.

"Good."

Positioning myself behind him, I looked down at his flushed skin covered with sweat and my ownership. Satisfied, I gave my dick a long stroke, cursing at having to wear a condom, before aligning myself with his hole and slowly pushing inside. Once I was fully seated, I dug my fingers into his waist and pumped into his ass. Shay-Lee pushed against my thrusts while stroking his cock in the same rhythm. It took only a few pumps before his whole body trembled. His ass clenched around me, and he moaned, letting me know he was close.

"That's it, Llorón. Let me see how you milk yourself," I hissed, feeling my own impending orgasm. Bucking my hips, I squirmed back inside, sending him over the edge.

"God, yes," he cried out, his body shuddering and his ass squeezing me harder as he came over the sheets, creating a beautiful fucking mess. He then slumped on the bed, leaving the rest to me. It didn't take me long. Turning him onto his side, I pressed his thighs together and moved them off to the side before entering him again.

My hips snapped, and my balls smacked his beaten flesh until I was done for. Unable to hold back any longer, I burst into the condom, coming so hard I blacked out for a second. My hips lost their rhythm until my drained cock had nothing more to give, and I collapsed on top of him.

Fuck.

I had never felt so wired yet so peaceful.

Wrong.

I felt this way after the first time we'd had sex, only back then, Shay-Lee pushed me away before I could savor the sensation. Tonight, he didn't, and we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.