Chapter Six
He had packed an overnight bag. That was how serious Kuba was about spending the entire night with Diesel.
The miles to his house felt infinite. It felt like the place kept getting farther away.
He nearly crowed in relief as he parked behind Diesel.
As he grabbed his bag and climbed out, the front door opened, spilling light onto the grass and highlighting Diesel’s silhouette.
Each inch that disappeared between them, his hunger grew.
Then he saw Diesel’s face and everything calmed.
It was Diesel. He could slow down. For once, it didn’t feel like everything would be over soon.
They were just beginning, and Kuba didn’t care to look too closely at that.
One minute at a time. That was the way he had to handle this.
As he reached the top of the stairs and stepped onto the porch, Diesel took a step back, silently inviting him in. Their gazes met and held as Kuba passed. Still, neither of them spoke. Kuba headed straight for Diesel’s bedroom with Diesel on his heels.
“Which side of the bed is yours?”
Diesel motioned toward the right.
Kuba circled the bed to the left and dropped his bag. He wanted to be able to reach it when the time came. Kuba didn’t trust Diesel to have lube and condoms. This was his mom’s house. Kuba couldn’t see Diesel bringing anyone here.
Diesel turned out the lights. They stripped before climbing under the covers.
With anyone else, the entire encounter would have left him uneasy.
It was Diesel. Diesel wasn’t like other men.
He wasn’t the type of man someone used for the night.
Diesel was who people ended up marrying.
Not that Kuba had any of that bullshit in mind.
He was only twenty and at the top of his game. The M word made him cringe.
At the same time, they scooted toward the middle of the bed until their bodies met.
Diesel released a shaky breath that caressed every inch of Kuba.
He should have known. That was the loudest thought in his head.
After the way Diesel had kissed him, he should have known the entire Diesel experience would be sweet and sexy.
A huge mind fuck. Their lips met and clung.
They shared each other’s air for a moment before deepening their kiss.
Every nerve in his body was lit like a Roman candle.
He was fully aware of every inch of Diesel.
They didn’t rush. While Kuba’s cock ached and begged, his mind was in control, and Diesel already made love to that part of him.
“Tell me what it is about you.”
Diesel’s question between kisses had desire bursting at his seams. Kuba pushed, urging Diesel onto his back while Kuba straddled his body.
“Tell me to stop.” Kuba had no clue why he said that.
If Diesel asked him to stop, Kuba would burst into flames and die.
Different emotions kept hitting, and it just felt like he wasn’t worthy of this.
Diesel’s touch was special. Kuba had been with way too many people to be one of a kind to anyone.
That was what Diesel deserved, though. He was owed someone who put him on a pedestal and gave him more than they took.
Every second that passed, the realization grew bigger that Diesel should shove him away.
He was way too good to be just another notch in the bedpost.
Diesel’s fingers skimmed Kuba’s spine like he savored every bump on his way to Kuba’s ass. The sudden urge to taste Diesel squeezed his throat and wouldn’t release him. He didn’t breathe properly again until he slithered down Diesel’s body. Kuba licked him from root to tip.
Diesel tried tugging Kuba back up his body, as if he only wanted Kuba’s kiss. “You don’t need to—”
Kuba took Diesel’s dick to the back of his throat, killing Diesel’s argument.
He swore he heard Diesel’s hot blush in the moan Kuba pulled from him.
Diesel was such a fucking enigma. Kuba didn’t doubt for a second Diesel could hold his own in any situation.
What was it about him that made Diesel so skittish?
Kuba couldn’t stop. “Goddamn, D. You taste so fucking good.” He bobbed on Diesel’s cock for a moment before going back to talking.
“For real, D. Your precum smears perfectly across my tongue and I can’t stop going back for more.
” He stroked Diesel as he used his words against the nervous wreck beneath him.
“I want you to come in my mouth so I can share it with you.” He took Diesel down his throat again.
“Holy shit.” The whispered curse had Kuba fighting a smile with Diesel’s dick still in his mouth.
Watching Diesel strain, writhe, and fight not to blow was a whole-ass porno all on its own.
Kuba was ready to spit come all over Diesel’s mattress just from watching.
Diesel kept burying his fingers in Kuba’s hair before immediately releasing him and returning to grasping the sheets.
When Diesel came, he did so with a silent scream and jackknifed body.
Kuba didn’t waste time. He scrambled back up Diesel’s body to reclaim the kiss he wanted.
This time, Diesel’s kiss was carnal. He massaged Kuba’s ass cheeks and kept trying to pull him even closer.
Kuba was a hair trigger now. He was so close to blowing.
Kuba was convinced all it would take was the slightest touch.
He couldn’t think clearly. His desire bordered on madness.
Then Diesel reached between them and tugged Kuba’s erection.
A sound left Kuba he had never made before.
The noise vibrated around their entwined tongues.
Diesel stroked again. That was it. Kuba was too primed to hold back his orgasm.
He moaned, whined, and whimpered as their mouths continued their battle.
When his skin cooled a hair, Kuba wanted to be embarrassed by the lightning speed in which he blew.
He was too into whatever still hadn’t died down between them.
They kept kissing while switching between linking fingers and trying to touch each other everywhere.
He had no idea how much time passed before the sweat and cum dried and Kuba rolled to his side, freeing Diesel of his weight.
He didn’t go far. Kuba kept his leg draped across Diesel’s body.
Kuba couldn’t rub two thoughts together, but he also couldn’t let Diesel get away.
This was when he left. That thought came from nowhere to sideswipe Kuba.
He never stayed past this part. Kuba didn’t try to keep anyone pinned.
He rolled away, dressed, threw on some charm so whoever he was with for the night didn’t get angry, and then he was gone.
Not only gone but never looking back. The idea of never seeing Diesel again made him feel queasy. They were more than that.
Kuba didn’t have time to panic over his thoughts. The way Diesel never looked away from him had Kuba transfixed. His eyes sparkled in the darkness from the moonlight peeking through the curtains.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say right now.”
An unexpected laugh burst from Kuba at Diesel’s admission. He wished he knew how Diesel’s brain worked. “Me neither.”
“I like you a lot.”
“I like you a lot too.” Kuba hoped Diesel knew how seriously he took their conversation.
“You—” Diesel stopped.
Kuba waited him out.
Diesel started again. “I don’t sleep around.
” Kuba fought not to laugh at Diesel’s admission, saying the unnecessary obvious.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t give Diesel that same comfort, and—for once—that kind of bothered him.
Instead, he went a different route. “Are you worried that’ll bother me, or are you letting me know I don’t need to worry about diseases?
” That should have been his first thought when he got there, but Kuba wouldn’t be surprised to learn Diesel was a fucking virgin.
He had never met anyone as bashful in bed.
“Maybe a little of both. Mostly, I get attached to people too easily who don’t get attached to me at all.”
There was no missing the undertone in Diesel’s admission.
Kuba heard the hurt hidden behind a wall Diesel had obviously built to protect himself.
Maybe Kuba would fail him too. He couldn’t tell with the high he rode.
Kuba shifted forward and covered Diesel’s mouth with his.
He had planned to give Diesel a reassuring kiss.
Instead, he fell into the trap that was Diesel. He couldn’t stop.
Everything inside Diesel shook. His heart soared with happiness, but he was for real shaken.
Never in a million years would Diesel have thought to confess that tidbit about himself to anyone, much less Kuba.
Kuba was the exact guy Diesel meant. Yet somehow Diesel had still ended up here.
Maybe he had a bad-boy kink. They hadn’t technically fucked, so there was that.
Maybe Diesel would get to keep a little pride at the end of this doomed road.
The problem was Kuba kissed him like he meant it, and that shit really messed with his head.
Diesel was a man who wanted something real in a world full of fakes.
It was hard to expect anyone else to be different when Diesel realized he was the one who didn’t fit the mold.
Diesel found himself on his back again with a very delectable Kuba pinning him in place.
He had read a little about MMA since meeting Kuba.
It seemed fighters needed a lot of hip control.
Diesel felt exactly what that meant now.
He was every bit as aroused as he had been before that hot as hell blowjob.
Every thought and worry flew out the window.
When Kuba kissed him, he became nothing more than an addict.
“I want inside you. Will you let me in, D? If you’re not into that, you can say no. I’ll still make you fly.”
Goddamn it. So much for that pride he thought he would keep.
Diesel wanted this too badly. He didn’t know which choice would make him hate himself more.
Either he regretted the experience, or he would hate himself for being weak.
Since both options would end with him thinking badly of himself, he would rather have the experience to go along with the guilt. “Yeah. I want that too.”
The immediate shift in the air had Diesel’s stomach twisting into knots—not with regret but with unadulterated hunger. The way Kuba dove for his bag screamed he couldn’t wait to be inside Diesel. When the condom and lube came out to play, Diesel found his anxiety.
“It’s been a really long time since I’ve done this.”
Kuba didn’t slow. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
When he lubed his fingers, Diesel gripped the sheets, trying to hide the way he shook. “I didn’t know I’d been doing this tonight.”
“That’s fine. I’ve had a lot of unexpected one-night stands.”
Okay. That wasn’t sexy. “Oh.”
Kuba had just slipped one finger inside at the same time as Diesel’s response.
He froze. His gaze moved to Diesel’s face.
“I shouldn’t have said that. Not only is this not a one-night-only thing, but you deserve better from me than that.
” As he spoke, Kuba slipped a second finger inside.
He didn’t look away from Diesel’s face. “You can still say no.” He massaged Diesel’s prostate.
“I have to get tested all the time for the league. I’m disease free. ”
He thought the change in the air was about STDs. Maybe Diesel should shut this down now. He had already suffered all the humiliation at cruel hands.
“You make my mind blurry. That’s my only excuse for bringing other people into our moment. I’m too turned on to think clearly.” He stretched Diesel. “I’m sorry.”
Kuba’s fingers felt too good. Diesel desperately wanted more. “Already forgotten.” Even he heard the neediness in his voice.
Apparently unwilling to take any chances, Kuba used his hip control against Diesel again.
He positioned himself and slowly, inch by inch, rocked his way inside until fully seated.
Diesel was already covered in sweat and panting.
The way Kuba kept him positioned, Diesel couldn’t move.
As soon as Kuba kissed him, Diesel no longer cared if he possessed an ounce of control.
The carnal way Kuba kissed combined with the slow way he made love had Diesel all the way fucked up.
He was in. Whatever this was, he was totally in.
Small whimpers kept vibrating through their kiss, and Diesel couldn’t stop.
Diesel’s muscles tensed way too soon. He didn’t want the moment to end.
His body didn’t care. Kuba toyed with his mind and body like it was his profession.
Between his hands, kiss, and position, Kuba pushed every button.
The moment he tensed, getting closer and closer, Kuba sped.
The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the noises he couldn’t stop making.
“Goddamn, sexy. That’s it. I want to feel the way your asshole twitches on my cock. Give me that. I want it.”
Diesel’s entire focus was on his growing orgasm. Every thrust took him closer. Finally, the winding spring inside him broke. He gasped for air in quick pants that made him sound like he was dying. Diesel had never felt more alive.
“Oh God. Fuck. You feel so good. I don’t want to st—” The cries coming from Kuba nearly sent Diesel right back over the edge.
Kuba was twice as sexy in the throes of passion, and that said a lot.
This night would never leave Diesel’s mind.
He already knew he would look back on this and feel again the way he felt now.
It had been too late for him before Kuba had taken him to the stars.
He had already been attached. Diesel just hadn’t seen the strings.
There was no going back now. His new job was likely over before it even began. He had no one to blame but himself.