Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (12 page)

Tyler opened his eyes, sat up, smiled, and called Blessed to him by crooking his finger.

Blessed found himself moving toward Tyler without a conscious thought of doing so. As he settled on the bedside and took Tyler back into his arms, he realized he was far too late to stop what was happening. Somehow, he found himself falling in love with his little Earthling.

“I can’t even tell you how good that feels.” Tyler tightened his leg around Blessed’s hip as his slick prick rode along from his balls to his hole, pressing hard against him.

“You don’t have to. I already know.” Blessed lowered his head and kissed Tyler.

It was a kiss that said far more than words ever could. When Tyler first kissed Blessed, he was stunned, but then he accepted it, almost as if doing so only to please Tyler. But then it seemed in a very short while he’d come to appreciate the intimacy of the act. To Tyler, there was nothing as familiar as kissing. Even full-on penetration didn’t bring him as close to someone as simply dueling tongues did. But this had changed from that rushing, twisting of tongues. Rather than swirling their tongues hungrily together, they had fallen into a softer rhythm of exploring, teasing, and caressing.

“You taste good.” Blessed seemed surprised.

“So do you.”

“I find that I made a terrible mistake.” Blessed cupped his massive hand tenderly against Tyler’s head, trailing his fingers through his hair.

“What’s that?”

“I never should have bought you.”

Stung, Tyler pulled back.

“I’m making a mess of this.” Blessed sighed and pulled Tyler close by slipping his other hand against Tyler’s hip. “I mean that I wish I had met you in another way rather than on the auction block.”

Touched, Tyler kissed him half a dozen times. “I wish that, too.” And then the hope that always seemed to be in the back of Tyler’s mind no matter where he was or what he was doing on this planet came back into the forefront of his mind. Maybe, if he continued to please Blessed, he would let him go home when he grew uninterested in him.

“I know you are bored in your room, and I will let you out. I just—you were safe in there. I didn’t want you to be injured again.”

And now Blessed’s confining him made sense. “You were trying to protect me?”

“When I found out you had been hurt, I was stricken.”

“Only because I cost you a small fortune.” Tyler chuckled and preened just a bit.

“It’s not the money I spent on you.” Blessed looked away and then back. “It’s because I care about you.”

Tyler didn’t believe his ears. He thought this was simply pleasure and soon the novelty would wear off and Blessed would let him go, but if he grew to care for him, Tyler knew he would never set him free. At that moment, Tyler realized he had to decide what was more important. His freedom or what might just be the love of his life. Right now, he cared about Blessed, but he didn’t love him. Although, if he continued to do things like this with him, Tyler knew it was only a matter of time before love grew between them and then deepened.

“Why does that displease you?”

“It doesn’t. I’m just—I care about you, too.” Tyler was torn about what he really wanted, but he also felt he had to be honest with Blessed. Admitting he cared was probably difficult for Blessed since he seemed terribly uncomfortable being vulnerable in any way. Hell, it had taken forever for Tyler to simply get from the playroom into his bedroom. It was obvious Blessed was opening himself up to more between them. They were talking, sharing, and now they were admitting that they were concerned about one another.

Clearly pleased by his reciprocated care, Blessed offered him a gentle smile before he pulled him tight and deepened their kiss. Each passing moment intensified the pace of their rocking hips. Feeling the massive tool of Blessed’s swiping past his hole without any attempt to enter actually made Tyler hunger for penetration. As much as he told Blessed it didn’t matter because there were other ways to find release, Tyler was realizing it did matter. And maybe that was what would save him from falling in love. Without penetration it was almost like they would never be able to take the final step and bind themselves together. There was an inherent intimacy to fucking that nothing else could simulate. If Blessed never fucked him, then Tyler thought he could keep his emotions at bay. At least for now.

Blessed growled and then rolled onto his back, taking Tyler with him. “Ride hard against me, my tender Earthling.”

Tyler stroked the muscles along Blessed’s side as he rode his prick as hard as he could against his
detaf
. Blessed lowered his hands to the small of Tyler’s back. Each time he stroked up, he palmed his massive prick, keeping it pressed tight against Tyler. To make the stroke feel even better, Tyler tightened his legs, gripping as hard as he could around the plunging shaft. Faster they went as their kisses grew more urgent. When Tyler matched his breathing to Blessed’s, it seemed to push him over the edge, and a hot gush coated Tyler’s back as he released against Blessed’s belly.

Rather than roll him off like he had before, Blessed held him tighter but kissed him butterfly soft. It was such a contrast that Tyler melted against him. Eventually, Tyler opened his eyes and found himself staring into the black depths of Blessed’s eyes. What he saw there stunned him. They were fully black without one trace of red.

Lifting up, Tyler stroked Blessed’s hair, waiting for the red to return, but it didn’t. Usually, Blessed’s eyes turned black right before climax and swiftly returned to red once he’d found his pleasure. This time, they turned black and stayed black.

“What does that mean?”

“What does what mean?”

“Your eyes are black.”

“They do that when I am aroused.” Blessed grinned and then kissed Tyler’s chin.

“I know, but they haven’t changed back to red, and usually they do right after you climax.”

Blessed frowned, but still the black remained. “I don’t know what it means. It’s never happened to me before, or at least not that I’m aware of.” Blessed considered Tyler’s face. “Does it bother you?”

“Not at all,” Tyler said, stroking his fingers through Blessed’s hair and trailing it down along his neck to his chest. “It looks very sexy. Mysterious and sexy.”

“Mysterious?”

“Like I’m not too sure what’s going on behind your gaze.”

Blessed grinned. “You are probably better off not knowing the inner workings of my mind.”

“Messy in there?”

“Far too orderly and precise. More machine than anything.”

Tyler believed that but still wondered at the physical change.

“Your eyes aren’t always the same, you know.” Blessed brushed Tyler’s hair off his forehead.

“They aren’t?”

“Sometimes they are bright blue, but other times, especially when you are very aroused, the blue darkens and the edges harden.”

“I guess I’ve never noticed because I don’t generally see myself when I’m having sex.”

“Should I get a mirror for my ceiling?”

Tyler looked over his shoulder. Above them was a blank wall of black. “Does it have a screen thing like my room?”

“No. I never watch anything in here. This room is strictly for sleeping.” There was a long pause. “Until you.”

“Are you upset?”

“No. Should I be?”

“I’ve certainly changed a lot of your normal routines.”

“I honestly don’t mind. I think they needed to be altered. I was getting stuck in the same path.”

“A rut.”

It took a moment for the translation to make sense. Tyler could always tell when that was happening as Blessed would tilt his head slightly to the right and his right eye would narrow. It was his trying-to-figure-something-out face, and it was sexy as hell.

“Like a groove worn into a walkway?” Blessed asked.

“Yeah.”

“On your world, how does one go about keeping out of a rut?”

“Trying new things.” Tyler stroked his fingers across the muscle Blessed had shown him, but rather than going from back to front, he went from top to bottom. Blessed uttered an appreciative growl. Then, Tyler took one of his thick strands of hair and curled his tongue around it as he gently pulled it through the tunnel made by his tongue. Blessed made a noise that was a snarling kind of purr. “See? I took something I knew and twisted it around.”

“I see.” Blessed considered for a moment and then slipped his thick, strong finger down between Tyler’s buttocks. When he reached his hole, he pressed firmly, but didn’t enter. All the while he kept careful attention on Tyler’s features to gauge his reaction.

Playfully, Tyler tried to appear unmoved, but when Blessed thumped his finger, Tyler was unable to keep his features disinterested. When Blessed took his probing digit away, Tyler whimpered. Blessed swirled his finger in the slick mess he’d made on Tyler’s back and then used that to lube Tyler’s hole.

“You’re lifting your ass for me.”

“I’m trying to help.”

Blessed grinned, and then his eyes narrowed as he slowly slid his cream-slick finger inside. Tyler wasn’t sure what caused the sudden burst of almost impossible pleasure, but it caused him to arch while dropping his knees on either side of Blessed’s body. When he angled himself up, Blessed slipped his finger deeper.

Closing his eyes, Tyler let out a moan and lifted himself up for more. It wasn’t just the thrust of his finger, but something was making him so crazed that he felt his heart race, his cock swell, and his hips began to rock back and forth in an effort to get more of Blessed’s finger in.

When Blessed gently lifted him, Tyler panicked because he thought that Blessed would stop, but instead, he got behind him while Tyler knelt on the bed. Now Blessed was able to have greater finesse with his movements. He swirled his finger in the cream again, and none to gently inserted it into Tyler’s eager bottom.

“Fuck!”

“Is this good?”

“It’s beyond good. You’re not using that joy buzzer in my brain, are you?”

Clearly pleased by his level of bliss, Blessed laughed. “Your collar is not on, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, r—
iiiiiii
!” Tyler’s word cut off into a high-pitched keening when Blessed shoved his finger in as deep as it would go, and then curled it, flicking it very hard and fast over Tyler’s prostate. The wriggling, thrusting motion of his hand and arm made Tyler buck as he tried to angle himself for more penetration. Just when he was on the verge of climax, Blessed yanked his hand away, causing Tyler to release a cry of frustration. More cream was taken off his back and used to slick up his channel, but then Blessed added to the torment. Using his other hand, he reached below Tyler’s body and wrapped his fist around Tyler’s prick. As he slid his finger in, he pulled his fist down. When he withdrew his finger, he lifted his fist to the base of Tyler’s prick, readying for another down stroke. The dual sensations made Tyler’s entire body tremble.

Digging his knees and hands into the bed, he clung to the mattress, holding on for more of Blessed’s wicked ministrations. He couldn’t remember anything so rough or pleasing. He felt almost like a stallion being broken. Each movement of Blessed’s taunted him, but also sought to tame him. Unable to stay still any longer, Tyler thrust hard into Blessed’s fist. As if he sensed his need, Blessed changed tactics. Now he held his strong hand steady so Tyler could fuck his fist while he continued to plunge his finger hard and fast into his hole. Matching their motions, Tyler was fucking and being fucked at the same time. It was so imaginative and pleasurable he lifted his head and howled when he finally came.

As if he wanted to ensure Tyler would never forget this encounter, Blessed flicked his fist—tight, loose, tight—around the shaft of Tyler’s cock as he slowly eased his pumping finger in and out. When Tyler couldn’t stay upright anymore, Blessed let him go and eased him down to his side.

Tyler thought Blessed would now leave him like he had before, or perhaps pick him up and take him to his room, but he did neither. Blessed lay down behind Tyler, wrapped him up in his powerful arms, and kissed his neck. It was so sweet, so loving, so generously kind that tears came to Tyler’s eyes.

Tyler still couldn’t believe how wickedly Blessed had controlled him with his spontaneous…lovemaking? Tyler shook his head. That wasn’t the right word, but it wasn’t just sex. There had been something more. Tyler felt thoroughly bound to Blessed now. His care had swiftly changed to something much more profound. What aggravated him was that he still had dreams of going home, and he just realized now that if it happened, he’d probably be going home with a broken heart.

“I don’t care what they are willing to pay. I want to return him.” Blessed was in his observation room, his gaze on the city far below his feet. Devotee was at the screen, entering Blessed’s instructions and relaying the auction house’s responses. Since this was a negotiation regarding a slave, all communications had to be typed. In this way, each side protected itself from any miscommunication. Dealing in living creatures was a touchy subject that could lead to tremendous conflicts, so Krase law decreed all such dealings must be done by written exchanges. Since Blessed disliked the slowness of his writing, he’d always had devotee perform the task.