Mellie's Submission [Men of McKenna Downs 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Remember that time you were in that woman’s cunt? I can’t even recall her name, but I remember the way you gasped when I touched your balls with my hand while I was lubricating her ass.”

  “I only gasped because her pussy was tight and you surprised me.”

  “Really? Do you even remember her name?” The challenge in Diego’s eyes said he was accusing, not asking.

  Greyson averted his eyes. “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “Tell me, amigo, since the woman was your primary focus. What color was her hair? Was her cunt waxed or natural?” Diego shook his head in mockery. “You don’t remember anything about her, do you?”

  “Her hair was brown and she was natural.” Hopefully his shot in the dark turned out to be right.

  Damn that victorious look in the motherfucker’s eyes. “Her hair was red and her pussy was waxed. Tell me her name. Prove to me how straight you are.”

  Greyson’s face muscles tensed, but the woman’s name and face eluded him.

  “You can’t remember, can you?”

  He shut his eyes and shook his bowed head.

  “But you remember the feel of my hand rubbing your balls, and the taste of my mouth when we made out after we dressed and she left? You remember the way you almost let me undress you and how you came so hard in your jeans for me. You were so shaken up and confused after we both came that I had to hold you in my arms and tell you it was all right.”

  Greyson kept his eyes closed and squeezed them tighter. The memory made him ache all over. “Yes, I remember you.”

  “You told me we couldn’t ever go there again.” Diego backed him up quickly and then rammed him against the wall. “Why the fuck would you share your fantasies with a stranger online, but push me away whenever I reached out to you? Was it safe, Greyson? Is that what you want? Is your head so far up your ass with denial that you think in spite of exchanging obscene e-mails with a man you don’t know and getting naked with your best friend that somehow you’re still straight? Is that why you won’t let me have your ass again or use mine? It’s only gay if there’s anal sex?”

  Greyson tried to move, but Diego kept him there.

  “Answer me. I found Viagra in your underwear drawer.” Diego’s features saddened. “Am I so repulsive to you that you can’t get hard for me without medication?”

  A wall of heat and vulnerability slammed into Greyson. He had to look away, mouth falling open at his complete and utter openness to this man he tried to hide from. He shoved Diego away.

  “I’ve never had to take anything to get hard for you, you son of bitch! I can’t even look at you without getting aroused. You want to know why I have Viagra, asshole? It’s because years ago after I started dating Tasha I couldn’t get hard for her anymore unless you were there with me.” He burned with humiliation over the confession, but anger made his throat tighten with soreness. “Whenever I was alone with her I had to take that stuff just so I could get hard. It never used to be that way.”

  Diego shrugged. “Perhaps you weren’t as attracted to her as you thought.”

  “I used to be. It wasn’t just with her. I had to take it with both women after her…except when you’re there or when it’s just you and me.” Greyson’s softened voice soured. “You bastard, you ruined me. You couldn’t let me be bi like you. No. You can fuck whatever and whoever you want, and you’d be just fine if I wasn’t in your life. Meanwhile I’m your fucking prisoner and I’ll never be free of you.”

  Diego’s features softened with feeling. “I might be bi, lover, but make no mistake about it. I am very much your captive.”

  “I don’t want to be gay, damn you. I want to dominate a woman and settle down, but whenever we’re alone together it drives me to my knees and I’m submitting to you. Even an online correspondence couldn’t replace you.” Greyson shoved him again. “Thanks a lot.”

  Diego stepped closer, not taking the elephant-size hint, or deliberately disregarding it. “You resent me.”

  “You think? I should have loved Tasha, but I didn’t. I only proposed to her to get rid of these feelings for you. Years before that when you and I shared that sub together…” Greyson felt hollow inside when he remembered Nakota, their former submissive.

  “You mean our slave,” Diego corrected him.

  “Sure. Whatever. Nakota lived with us. She ate with us and slept with us for three years. She was a good sub. Never questioned anything.” His head bowed. “Except for why we didn’t put a ring on her finger. I should have felt something for her beyond basic caring for a submissive.”

  Diego was solemn for a moment. “I didn’t love her either. She was a good woman. We were right to uncollar her so she could chase her dream job in New York.”

  “It took me years of fighting and Tasha’s death to realize that I’ll never have feelings for a woman.” Greyson inhaled the veil of steam hovering over them like a mist in the rainforest. “There’s no room inside me for anyone…because of you.”

  Diego cupped Greyson’s cheeks with both hands, melting him completely. “You’re not gay, Greyson. You’re in love with me.”

  Greyson closed his eyes to hide. The statement left him feeling exposed.

  “I’m in love with Melanie. It’s true, but I want to share her with you permanently. I’ve shared her with your brothers, but I haven’t penetrated her ass while one of them was in her pussy or vice versa.” Diego’s thumb caressed Greyson’s slick cheek. “I don’t want that with them. I want that with you. You’re bi, Greyson. I’ve seen the way you look at Melanie when you think no one is watching you. You want her. Did you get hard for her when you spanked her?”

  Greyson’s dick bobbed at the memory. “Yeah.”

  “Then share her with me.”

  “I’m not falling into the town tradition or Herschel’s ultimatum. No one is taking away my fucking choice.”

  “You’re right. No one can take away your choice.”

  “You did,” he whispered.

  Diego brushed his hand over Greyson’s cheek. “Love is not a choice, amigo. I don’t want to have to choose between you and Melanie, but if you force me to, it will always be you.”

  Greyson met the other man’s deep, entrancing gaze, heart moving at the words he’d been starving for.

  “I meant what I said. I’m going to penetrate your ass tonight.”

  He swallowed but offered no protest. Diego pressed his lips against Greyson’s and massaged them open. Their tongues met and twined in a moist, sultry kiss that heated his blood. Both men’s erections rode higher up their bellies when their stiff lengths touched and their groins lightly compressed against one another.

  The tonguing got deeper and more wanton as their hands explored one another. Greyson broke the kiss and his breath rushed from him in a soft gasp when Diego’s finger skimmed down his butt crack to settle at his anus. The teasing pad tracing circles on the puckered entry whispered its illicit promise to him.

  The savage look in Diego’s eyes said it was time. Greyson didn’t fight him. He stood on shaking legs as he watched the dominant man get a tube of lubricant. The faint sound of the tube being opened made his asshole clutch itself.

  “Turn around,” Diego murmured.

  Greyson gulped and turned slowly, giving the other man his back and consequently, his ass. A fit of shivers snaked like a sidewinder from the place Diego kissed him where his neck met his shoulder.

  “Spread your ass cheeks for me.”

  He parted his buttocks, obeying the thrilling whisper that fanned on his wet skin. Diego worked his slick fingers in and out of Greyson’s hole, stretching and preparing him for the inevitable penetration. Greyson squirmed and trembled at the dark invasion of another man’s fingers exploring his asshole. It felt so private and submissive to let someone do that to him—a male no less.

  A feral gasp tore from his throat when Diego’s finger sank deeper and nudged his prostate. He groaned, though in the name of what emotion he couldn’t be sur
e.

  “Shh. It’s all right, esclavo. I have you,” Diego lulled while gently rubbing his prostate.

  Greyson mewled at the intense electricity flaring in the gland his lover pleasured. He wondered absently what esclavo meant, but the seductive stimulation on his prostate muddied his thoughts as if deliberately. He’d picked up on a reasonable amount of Spanish from being around Diego for years, but he’d never heard his friend use that word before.

  Diego’s digits slid out of Greyson’s butthole and he proceeded to turn and then shove Greyson to his knees like something primal had taken over him.

  “Suck me off,” he rasped, forcing his bulging cock into Greyson’s mouth.

  The salty explosion of pre-cum that resulted on his taste buds awakened a myriad of instinctive urges in Greyson. He used his mouth to pleasure his best friend and groped his heavy nut sac until Diego choked out a ragged outcry and expelled his warm release into Greyson’s mouth. He swallowed like he knew Diego wanted him to. Greyson cringed when he realized his willingness to always swallow the other man’s cum could qualify as obedience.

  Not so. Men didn’t obey. They were conquerors, damn it. This torrid encounter that was fated to end in Greyson being plundered anally was simply a fluke. It was his choice, not submission to Diego. Damn his eager cock for plumping at the idea of subjugation to this man.

  Greyson licked him clean and followed Diego’s lead—no, allowed the other man to shut the water off and walk him from the shower. Diego spread a towel out over the cushioned bench seat in the spacious bathroom. He eyed Greyson with rabid expectation and patted his lap.

  Greyson felt a jolt to his balls and creeping warmth when Diego revealed the hot pink anal dildo that he’d apparently brought in with him.

  “Why the hell is it pink, you weirdo?”

  Diego gave him a devilish smile that Greyson felt deep in his groin. “Because it makes your cock hard and fat when I humiliate you. Now get over here.”

  Greyson silently cursed his traitorous dick for jumping at the stern command. He grew hot with embarrassment as he lay across the other man’s lap. Diego’s slippery skin and hairy thighs made Greyson’s cock stick to them, holding his penis in place for the imminent grinding that would engorge his dick further and betray his animal need.

  He felt a cool draft whisper dirty secrets against his puckered anus just before the tip of the pink dildo prodded him there. Bracing himself on the seat and Diego’s body, Greyson willed his anal ring to surrender to the impatient tunneling as the dildo worked its way up his tight ass.

  “I feel your erection getting bigger. You can’t help but get erect for me, knowing that my cock will own you completely and fuck you so hard and deep no place inside of you will escape my touch or the knowledge of what you really are and have been all along.”

  Greyson winced and started to get up, but Diego’s hand pressing him gently back down and his own ass taking in more of the toy coaxed his surrender. Diego screwed into him with the phony phallus until Greyson’s cock was fully engorged and he thought he was losing his mind.

  He flailed against the other man’s lap and gasped when Diego eased the toy out of him.

  “You’re shivering,” Diego whispered in a hush that should have been illegal.

  Greyson suppressed the sigh of pleasure that wanted to emerge when Diego’s fingertips skimmed over his spine. He came to his feet, feeling a strange bout of tenderness and completion when Diego took him by the hand and led him back into the shower stall. He turned the heads on so the hot water blasted over their naked bodies.

  Greyson went weak in the knees when Diego turned him to face the wall. He braced himself against the slick tiles, unable to stop quivering with the heat of Diego’s body smoldering against him from behind. The man’s shaft grazed his left butt cheek, letting him know what was coming.

  Diego separated Greyson buttocks before aligning his cockhead at the crinkled entry. Greyson choked on a mangled wail when he felt his lover’s glans tease a light friction against his sensitive anus. His nerve endings came to life with sensation.

  He nearly crumbled to his knees when the tip of Diego’s erection speared into him slowly. He bit back a cry of pain at the steady invasion. The delicate kiss on the fleshy part where his neck met his shoulder wrapped him in a blanket of warmth he felt safe and helpless in at once.

  He cringed when Diego’s wide girth split him open more painfully. His broad crown was wedged in Greyson’s snug sphincter. The cautious exploration became an impatient advance as Diego propelled his dick forward. Greyson hollered in agony at the burning bite of the bulging cock skewering him. His ass walls shuddered in shock, forcing him to feel every inch of the searing flesh baking against his sensitive tissues from within.

  Diego held him close and rested a moment, groping Greyson’s inner thighs while listening to his soft panting. He shoved forward until his erect penis was lodged all the way in Greyson’s ass. “You are mine, esclavo. Feel me. Feel my cock mastering you.”

  “Jesus,” Greyson breathed with closed eyes.

  It was over. His body felt too hot and Diego’s dick rooting around in his asshole felt too good and dominating to resist. He succumbed to temptation as the man drilled into his rectum in deep, thorough strokes. The absolute possession of his ass and the firm hand stroking and squeezing his throbbing cock was unbearable. Nothing had ever felt so good as feeling the hard, silken flesh moving deep inside his asshole, bare and unbridled.

  His mind melted with delirium when Diego rolled his testes, squishing them in his big, masculine hand. Electric sparks shot off in his testicles, making his balls ride up into his pelvis. It was a man’s body standing behind him—strong, muscled, and plunging deep into the recesses of his body.

  Darkness set in accompanied by fear and pain.

  “Kiss me.” He disregarded the weakness his breathless begging likely conveyed. His lips were desperate for the warmth of home, the haven of security he knew he would find in Diego’s mouth.

  The man delivered, but the intimate kiss jacked up his arousal as well. Diego tongued him deeply and worked Greyson’s cock over with his hand while he fucked his own dick up into Greyson’s overheated body.

  “Are you straight, lover?” The question seemed as sincere as it was accusing.

  Greyson’s body swarmed with heat and his penis swelled with uncontrollable lust. He could barely think through the hard fucking. It took him a moment to get his passionate outcries under control enough to speak.

  “No,” he choked out. “God, no.”

  Diego let out a deep, guttural moan and jabbed his erection harder and deeper into Greyson’s bowels. The rapid thrusts and sensual gyrating of Diego’s hips sent a charge of need through him. Greyson howled at the pain of the huge endowment digging deep inside him. His conquered noises of suffering became mingled with loud, tearless sobs of euphoria.

  The stimulation on his prostate had the gland throbbing with the need to unload.

  “Call me Master and I will let you come,” Diego ground out, jerking Greyson’s cock faster.

  His shaft burned with ecstasy over Diego’s words and swelled in the man’s hand. So trusting, so powerless to utter the words he craved to deep down. The knowledge weakened his will.

  “M–master. God.” The words blew from him, strained and hushed as he came hard in the male hand controlling him.

  His asshole sucked onto Diego’s erection hard like a vacuum, dragging defeated noises of passion from them. He nearly went blind from the filling pleasure of having his ass stretched and stuffed with a hard, fleshy dick. He pulsed his release all over the shower wall and Diego’s hand. Diego held Greyson’s pounding cock in his hand. Greyson knew the man felt the rapid pulse in his sated flesh and how full his penis had swelled just before he’d shot off, proving his enjoyment in a man’s body.

  It was unreal—a sexual Shangri-la that ransacked every material part of him and then went deeper, so much deeper. The kiss of Eden touched somethin
g deep inside him until his chest ached as badly as his shaft.

  Diego thrust into him a few more times and sprayed his hot release into Greyson’s bowels. His rigid bellow made Greyson shiver. The sizzling cum bathing his insides with the private heat of knowledge made him hot and shaky.

  Diego slumped on him as he struggled to catch his breath. His feverish kisses all over Greyson’s back and shoulders worsened the shaking in his legs.

  After Diego ejected from his body, Greyson sank to his knees, panting in disbelief as a wave of cathartic gratification swept over him. He laid his forehead against Diego’s slippery legs while his friend washed himself in between running his fingers through Greyson’s damp hair. He kissed Diego’s thighs and licked up the streams of water trickling down them, feeling reverent when his lover groaned with approval.

  Greyson scooted back a little and stared up at the other man in an awe that choked him up. The emotional release might have been responsible, but he was in too much of a haze for self-analysis. Diego gazed down deeply into his eyes while scrubbing the soapy lather all over his own body. He rinsed off, silently willing Greyson to stay where he was and let the sudsy runoff water sluice over his skin.

  Greyson held the other man’s possessive stare until the connection became too much. He shut his eyes to escape the telling silence, but the soapy water from Diego’s body washed over him, bringing him back from his hiding place. The stream of water Diego allowed him to be showered with reminded Greyson of his reverence and the quiet surrender he was afraid to acknowledge.

  He tried to stand to prove something—to himself or to Diego he wasn’t sure. Diego’s hand pressed down on his shoulder, coercing him back down to his knees. Greyson’s flaccid organ had a change of heart as it thickened with interest. He grew warm when he felt Diego’s eyes on him and knew the dominant man had witnessed his cock respond to the unspoken command.

  Diego shut the water off and then dried his body without saying anything for what seemed like forever. “Don’t be long.”