by Zoey Marcel
“If you don’t stop me this time I will take you up the ass,” Diego warned.
Through the dizzy spell of euphoria something dark and guarded came over Greyson. “I can’t.”
A long, bitching silence fell between them.
Diego moved his cockhead like Greyson knew he would. He nearly drowned in bliss when Diego sandwiched his penis between Greyson’s ass cheeks.
The faint sound of material grazing skin told him that Diego was taking his shirt off. Greyson pulled his own shirt off over his head and then tossed it. Diego began a steady rock in his crevice and covered Greyson’s body with his. He closed his eyes and exhaled gently when he felt Diego’s chest and abs against his back.
His pulse skittered with arousal when Diego’s hard, satiny flesh wiggled back and forth in his crack. Each glide grazed his anus, singeing him with sparks of hot sensation. His blood simmered under his skin, never reaching the boiling point, yet somehow getting so heated he became cold.
“You’re mine,” Diego whispered into his hair in between gentle kisses. “You know you are.”
Greyson made a throaty sound of approval and pushed his ass into the man’s grinding cock. Diego’s growl was followed by harder thrusts that created a smoking friction in Greyson’s ass crack. The back and forth motion held no regard for his comfort.
In Diego’s mouth his prick would be surrounded by molten heat and silky caresses.
This was different. It was rough, crude, and dirty. Each swipe of the man’s dick over his asshole made him hiss and writhe at the bolts of energy the contact ignited.
“You feel so good,” he rasped.
“Fuck. So do you,” Diego ground out.
Greyson ran his fingernails over Diego’s forearm in a delicate scrape that mirrored the gentle way Diego nibbled on his earlobe. He felt a powerful sense of awe when he studied Diego’s arm, like he was looking at rare art in an upscale museum. He’d never seen anyone else that way before. Never felt a strong, deep connection to someone on a level that went further than skin deep. No one set his blood on fire like his best friend did.
Goddamn him.
He shouldn’t ache this badly. He shouldn’t feel this way for another man. These were feelings he should be having for a woman.
Greyson shoved the confusion from his head and simply felt. He could forgive Diego for being such a distraction to him if the man wasn’t everything to him.
Desperate for a way to harden himself, he scratched his nails suddenly across Diego’s skin, leaving a long, white scrape. The cowboy gave him an enthusiastic growl and chomped on his shoulder, spiking his libido higher still.
Diego dry-humped him and used manic strokes, heating the space between Greyson’s buttocks with the friction. He lifted his hips just enough to get more of Diego’s shaft raking over his sensitive hole. A predatory sound came from the other man that made Greyson crazy. Their balls touched timidly at first before joining in a brazen rubbing that made his testicles ache for release.
Their hands clasped together, making something in his chest ache almost as bad as his cum-packed testes.
He ground his thick, rigid cock against the mattress, unable to open his eyes from the bombardment of too-good sensations. The linen that would have felt delicious against his dick was cool and damp…because a woman had lost control in his bed. The thought nearly sent him out of orbit. Melanie had cried out and writhed in ecstasy in his bed.
Greyson grunted with each thrust of Diego’s erection that fucked him hard into the bed. His throbbing penis was smashed against her dampness, forced to wallow in the thrilling juices Melanie had been unable to contain. His horny dick kept leaking pre-cum everywhere and mingling their fluids.
“Are you thinking about her?” Diego gritted out.
The pleasure of the other man’s knowledge caused a sudden tightening in his cock. “Yeah.”
Diego moaned deeply. “You’re wallowing in Melanie’s release like a dirty pig. The worst part is you like it.”
“Shit,” Greyson breathed, burying his face in his pillow again. It didn’t help him forget about the curvaceous woman with the voice of an angel and the face of a porcelain doll. The pillowcase was littered with her alluring jasmine fragrance.
“You’re getting harder picturing her filled with all those hard, throbbing cocks and fucking her until she pleads with us to stop.”
Greyson groaned and crammed his butt harder against Diego’s groin. The cowboy’s scrotum humped his again, showering him with illicit feelings.
“I should beat your heads in for defiling my bed.”
Diego chortled. “Yes, we defiled your bed and now you’re rubbing your naked body where hers was, joining your release with hers. She lost control to all those men touching her, just like you will lose control to me.”
The image of Melanie stuffed to the brim with cocks and screaming in sexual nirvana nearly sent him over. He needed to see that.
No, damn it. She was the maid.
Damn Diego and his tricks of seduction.
Greyson fucked himself against the offering from her body faster.
“Yes, Greyson, fuck yourself. Lose control over me like she did. When I’m done with you I will add a notch for you on my bedpost,” Diego taunted, sounding out of breath.
Greyson panted and melted into his dirty talk. Diego was experienced, but Greyson had seen his bed. There were no notches carved. Still, it drove him crazy when Diego talked like that while fooling around with him.
“Can you see her in your head, succumbing to me in her weakness and writhing all over the bed like you are now?”
“Yes.”
God, he was killing him.
“It could have been us. I want to share her with you. I will.”
“Not happening.”
Diego reached under him and teased Greyson’s chest and abs with his sliding fingers. “Yes, lover, it will happen because we both want it that way.”
Greyson lost his breath when Diego’s hand settled around his burning shaft.
“You want to see her naked and trapped between our undressed bodies, and you know I always give you what you need.”
He couldn’t argue with that. “You sure talk a lot in bed, don’t you?”
Diego nipped at his shoulder and grabbed his ball-sac with a faux warning squeeze. “We will fuck her together because I want it. You are not in a position to deny me what I want, not when I could so easily strip you of all that is male.”
Greyson exhaled a broken cry at the firm pressure of Diego’s hand around his nuts. Certainly he didn’t want to lose his testicles, but the fantasy of being emasculated made him super horny.
Diego squished his balls harder, evoking a slight edge of pain that forced Greyson’s mouth open. “Your testicles are mine to do with as I please. Say they are mine.”
“They’re yours.”
“What are mine?”
Greyson suddenly realized that Diego had stopped thrusting. “My testicles.”
“What about them?”
Frustrating, magnificent bastard.
“My testicles are yours.”
“What are they mine to do with?”
He swallowed, feeling certain he would pass out from the throbbing pleasure-pain. “Whatever you want.”
“Will you let me kiss them?” Diego kissed the question against his neck.
A shiver shot down his spine.
“Yes.”
“Will you let me take them in my mouth and suck on them until they come alive with the need to unload?”
“Jesus,” he rasped, trying to get himself off on the bed, but Diego held his hips still. “Yeah, that, too.”
His breath caught when Diego raked a fingernail over his scrotum. “Would you lie on your back and give me the ultimate surrender a man can give?”
Greyson heaved a pent-up exhale. He felt his testes throb with submission in Diego’s hand.
“Yeah, I’d let you.” He choked out a wail of desperation when Diego
pulled his nut-sac away from his body, stretching it.
“You do not let me do anything. I take what I want and you like it that way because I make you weak.”
Greyson let out a heated moan. Diego’s hand let go of Greyson’s balls and traveled back up his cock. This time he fucked Diego’s hand and the bed while the man screwed into his ass crack from behind.
“Feel it, amigo, you and me filling Melanie up inside, driving her as crazy as we do each other. She is so tight you won’t be able to stand it.”
The words and image of her had him reeling toward the finish line. She drew him in like a fish clinging to a lure. He couldn’t escape when Melanie had what he wanted and Diego brought him closer and closer to his doom with each bite he took of the bait.
“You can feel me inside her with you, can’t you?”
“Yeah,” Greyson whispered.
He remembered how good it felt to hold a woman between them, to give her pleasure and take it from her, all the while secretly enjoying the other man’s body. He wanted that again. Hell, he wanted anal sex, but he couldn’t. There were so many reasons not to and only one reason to give into temptation.
“You will not deny us. Your body belongs to me. It is mine to do with as I please.” Diego’s voice came out ragged and authoritative. “And it pleases me to watch you have sex with Melanie and feel your genitals humping mine while we fuck and dominate her.”
“You son of a bitch, I know what you’re trying to do.”
“You can’t fight it, Greyson. You’re weak.”
His body reached a fever pitch as his organ heated with use.
Diego yanked his head back by the hair. “Say you’re weak.”
Electricity raced through his body as heat bolts engulfed his loins. It was over.
“I’m weak.”
When Diego let go of his head, he let out a needy sigh and felt himself starting to come.
“That’s right, lover. Come for me. Shoot off all over this mattress like she did.” Diego worked his dick into Greyson’s crevice faster and jerked his shaft. “Do you know how many people have been pleasured by this filthy cock I have wedged in your ass crack? Do you think you’re the first person to come this hard for me?”
Greyson’s penis constricted with hot, vicious spasms and his testes surrendered his cum to the powerful alpha who taunted him.
Diego choked on a grunt when Greyson’s divide locked onto him hard while he climaxed.
Greyson ejaculated all over the sheet and his own body. His dick throbbed painfully in Diego’s hand and he felt the strong pulsing against his belly. A euphoric, freeing sense enveloped him at the feel of his hot semen gushing from his cock. He was paralyzed on the bed as the other man hammered him from behind. Less than a minute later Diego expelled his jism all over Greyson’s back. His tortured bellow titillated Greyson.
He made a face in disgust when Diego compressed his body against Greyson’s and squished the spunk between their bodies. When he tried to move, Diego held him down gently, using seductive persuasion to keep him there rather than force. Either method would have worked on his sex drive.
Greyson went languid, absorbing Melanie’s essence on his crotch and Diego’s seed on his back. For a second he imagined both of them there lying naked with him in his bed.
The fantasy was shot into oblivion when he heard a sound coming from downstairs.
“Shit. Get up. They’re back.”
Diego stood, though a little too slow for his liking. Greyson got off the bed in a hurry, covered in cum on the front and back of him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to walk out together?” Diego flashed him a joking smile.
“Not a chance. Be quiet when you leave.”
“I will.”
Greyson freaked when he saw Diego heading toward the door buck naked and carrying his clothes and boots. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Diego laughed and quickly pulled his underwear on.
Greyson shook his head and grinned, trying not to stress about being seen. The paranoia of getting caught heightened his lingering arousal.
“Hmm.” Diego stood there studying the jeans he held out. “Which leg goes where?”
“You fucking idiot!”
Diego laughed quietly, showing his tongue a little. Something warm and bright moved through Greyson’s chest like whatever was in there was smiling. His friend always looked sexy when he smiled playfully at him.
“I wanted to shower with you,” Diego told him after he dressed.
“Some other time. Hurry it up.” Greyson felt a sad pang all over inside when he saw Diego turn with his hand on the doorknob. “Hey.”
Some of the sadness evaporated when the ranch hand pivoted to face him.
“Thanks.”
Diego gave him a fond, wanton smile. “Thank you. I want to sleep next to you tonight.”
Greyson stiffened against the ache of longing. “I don’t share my bed with men.”
Diego smirked. “Really, amigo?”
Greyson breathed out a light chuckle. “You know what I meant.”
“I do. I also know that some night I will lie next to you in your bed or mine and hold you in my arms while we sleep.”
The hushed cadence of Diego’s words and the tenderness looming in his dark eyes threw Greyson off kilter. Half of him felt vulnerable and betrayed by his inner truth while the other half of him needed to get away from the man who looked at him like that.
“Go, now.” The words were uttered in a pleading whisper.
Diego appeared disappointed but undaunted as he turned on his heel and left. The door closed, offering the affectation of security. Greyson crossed the room and then locked it. He was cold and surging with hormones at the moment. Depression set in along with fear and guilt.
He should fuck a woman to get rid of these all-consuming feelings. Alas, he couldn’t. Shame would ensue, a remorse so powerful he would have to confess his transgressions to Diego and then swear off women out of some sick, twisted loyalty to his best friend.
He couldn’t even entertain the idea of fucking a woman without Diego anymore. It would feel like infidelity. He hated it, loathed the control his hired hand had over him. Oh, how he loved it sexually, though.
Greyson ran his hand over the soiled sheets before stripping them off his bed. Melanie was different. He didn’t know why.
A part of him was dying for a woman to free him from the bondage Diego had enslaved him in. The man had everything—his heart, his devotion, his erections, and orgasms. None of it was his anymore. No woman had been able to free him from the beloved bane he called friend and was afraid to call lover. His mouth refused, but his body never could.
Melanie made him hard and that was progress. Maybe she could free him.
God knew it was only a matter of time which killed him first, Diego or his paraphilia. One was his solace and the other was his addiction. Sometimes Greyson would swear Diego was his source of strength and solace, and his paraphilia was the addiction he needed to break before it did him in.
Then there were times when Greyson lay alone in the quiet darkness and wondered if it wasn’t the other way around.
Chapter Two
He was back in California…but not for long. Staring at the audacious fucker in front of him summoned violent thoughts from within.
“You shouldn’t be having such hateful thoughts toward him.”
He bristled with anger at the voice of the preacher and mentally spat at him. “You’re one to talk, motherfucker.”
The stalker or psycho, depending on which day it was and who he was with, had his own things to say about the man in front of him. “Just kill the asshole and be done with it already. No one will ever know if you do it right.”
It was tempting, so tempting. It was just the two of them. No one was around. He could do it quickly and mercifully.
He nearly laughed his ass off at the out of place thought. Merciful, him? Hell no. He’d rather make the fucker�
��s death slow and painful. If he had to end up doing it quick, fine, but it would hurt. By god, it would hurt. No one who touched Melanie Laurie would walk away unscathed.
He’d killed every woman he’d ever slept with and he had done it for her, though she was unaware of his generous gift. Now she must be the one to see her past and present lovers slain for him. It was only fitting since he’d killed plenty of women for her. He doubted his plump tart would ever kill a man if he asked her to. No matter. He would save her the trouble and do it for her.
The man he wanted to kill packed his suitcase, completely oblivious to the imminent death that would befall him and unaware of the hand that would slay him. It was a thrilling thought, to play God and know that this man would die violently in South Dakota in a matter of weeks if not days, and the poor bastard didn’t have a clue.
“I can’t believe you found my Melanie,” the worthless fool said.
He almost killed the son of a bitch on the spot.
Not your Melanie, dirtbag. My Melanie.
“I found her.”
“Man, I’ve missed her. Sometimes I think I’ll clean up and go to rehab for her. That way I’ll deserve her and she’ll come back to me.”
Like the fool would ever deserve Melanie. She was his, damn it. God Almighty, it had him seething with rage to think of anyone having the audacity to think she was theirs. Knowing that the addict in front of him had slept with her years ago had him itching to strike.
“You’ve done the rehab bit before and it didn’t work. What makes you think this time will be any different?”
“She’s a good woman. I’ve had my wild, crazy nightlife. Now it’s time to settle down with a good girl.”
I’ll fucking kill you!
“Remember your plan?” the devil asked. “Trick Greyson into killing him. Make him understand you, and in the end when you fail I’ll be there to say I told you so.”
“You’ll never be free of me,” the stalker promised.
“Shut up,” he muttered under his breath.
His brother looked up at him. “So you think I still have a shot with Melanie?”
“No. She joined a convent. Your chance with her has been shot to hell. Move on…while you can.”
