Deliver Us (8 page)

Breathing heavily through his nose, he turns his face to the side and glances back at Gabriel through thick lashes.

“That’s better. I have to say, though, I’m a little surprised that you begged me for this—that you begged to be
fucked
. You’re turning into quite the cock slut.”

Darrek bites at the insides of his cheeks, wanting to respond, but not knowing if it’s allowed. A third finger presses inside and it hurts again, his nose crinkles up at the feeling and his breath catches once in his throat, his inner muscles tensing up.

“Relax. You
do
want this, don’t you? You want to get fucked?”

“Just... just you. Just you. Only... only for you...” Darrek confesses and then the words won’t come anymore. He closes his eyes against the world, and waits to see if he’ll be punished for it. He’s not even breathing.

A single tear leaks from the corner of his eye and he doesn’t brush it away.

“What? What did you say?”

Sucking in a breath, he hisses, “Only for you, Gabriel. I would only give this to you.”

It’s true. Darrek doesn’t even realize until it’s said, but it’s true. Trust is a fragile thing, but he has it here, now. Only Gabriel. Only for Gabriel.

Why?
Is the question that sits on the tip of Gabriel’s tongue, unasked. He chokes on it.

Just acting, just reacting, he’s all at once placing a soft kiss on Darrek’s lips, capturing them over his shoulder. It’s soft and sweet, the perfect counter to everything else that’s happening.

Darrek whines a little, more tears springing free, but he fights through them, needing to feel every part of the kiss, to burn into his memory the loving feel of Gabriel’s lips on his.

And then the kiss is over. Gabriel’s hand is wrapped around his neck, around his throat, and Gabriel’s dick is pushing into his body, sheathing in the clenching heat of him. Darrek groans in satisfaction, at the burn as his body fights to accommodate the intrusion.

Gabriel’s hand grips tighter to his throat, and it’s so fucking good. He sucks in a breath and holds it as Gabriel restricts his air.

With a hard twitch of his hips, Gabriel forces in the rest of the way and savors the sharp mewl of pain that Darrek chokes down.

“Does it hurt, my beautiful slave?” he asks, scraping his teeth over the skin just under and behind Darrek’s ear.

“Not enough,” he rasps out.

“Oh
fuck
...” Gabriel moans. He pulls his hips back, tugging mostly free of Darrek’s body, the head of his dick catching, and slams back in as hard as he can. It jolts Darrek forward, and his hands grip white-knuckle-tight at the workbench. Gabriel does it again and then again, and he can
see
that it hurts. The veins are standing out on Darrek’s neck and his mouth opens, trying to gulp down air, but Gabriel tightens his hand on Darrek’s throat, restricts his air even more.

It continues that way, as he pounds harder and harder into Darrek, every single muscle in his body knotting up as he tries to absorb the shock and force of it. His mouth works too, around the grip at his throat, his eyes still leaking tears, but now from the burn in his lungs and the feeling like he’s being split open by Gabriel’s cock.

The way he’s clenching all of his muscles makes it far too good for Gabriel though, and he comes with a rough yell, filling the condom he’d hurriedly rolled on. His hips slap hard against Darrek’s bare ass and hold there for a long moment as Gabriel’s knees get weak from the force of his orgasm.

He gasps loudly against Darrek’s shoulder, and releases his grip at Darrek’s neck, seeing the beginnings of faint bruises already appearing. Hoarsely sucking in air, Darrek fights to fill his lungs with blessed oxygen.

Gabriel looks down and sees how huge and red and wet with pre-come Darrek’s cock is—how very close he is to release. He touches it lightly, so very lightly, just barely skimming his fingers over it in a gentle tickle. He strokes a thumb feather-light over the head, collecting the wetness there and then bringing it up to Darrek’s lips, rubbing his pre-come over them, painting him with it as he still struggles for breath.

Gabriel wants to taste him,
needs
to taste Darrek.

Roughly he turns him around, slams him back against the bench and goes to his knees in front of him. Circling Darrek’s balls and the root of his dick with a ruthlessly tight hold, not wanting to allow him to come, Gabriel licks over his lips in anticipation as Darrek whimpers loudly. Gabriel opens wide and closes his mouth around the head of Darrek’s cock, his tongue swiping greedily over it, his eyes rolling back in pure pleasure at the flavor of him, at the thick, musky taste. He sucks forcefully at the slick, silky-smooth pink flesh and squeezes his hand even tighter.

“Please! Oh fuck! Gabe-Gabriel! Master, please... oh
Christ
...” he yells, and then whimpers. He scrabbles for purchase against the workbench as his knees give out, threatening to send him to the floor as well.

Darrek pulls himself back up, but Gabriel just guides his dick back into his throat, along the soft, perfect heat of his tongue and he’s still sucking so fucking hard. But Darrek can’t come, the hand circling him staving it off, keeping his release at bay.

Taking four hard, deep pulls of Darrek’s cock, Gabriel looks up at Darrek. Holding his gaze, he releases his grip and his hand falls away, only to cradle Darrek’s balls as they unload and he comes with a shout into Gabriel’s mouth.

Once Darrek is spent, Gabriel quickly stands. He grips Darrek’s jaw with a firm hand, forcing his mouth open with pressure from his fingers, and seals their lips together.

Darrek grunts, blinking in surprise as Gabriel feeds him his own come, pushing it inside his mouth and chasing the taste of it inside him with an eager tongue.

Gabriel moans deeply as Darrek swallows it down, holding Darrek’s face and kissing him almost desperately until they’re both gasping and the thick, salty taste is gone. Then the kiss becomes softer, slower, and more careful.

“You okay?” Gabriel asks breathlessly, pulling away and looking into Darrek’s half-lidded eyes. “I’m not gonna lose you again, am I?”

“Mmm...I’m...a...I’m oh-okay...” he slurs dizzily, still holding himself up with his vice-like grip on the workbench.

“Really,” Gabriel says doubtfully. “Let’s go sit you down. Come on. Stay with me, now.”

He guides Darrek out of the garage and back to the house.

“You’re a carpenter,” Gabriel observes, watching Darrek from across the small table. “How very biblical of you.”

Darrek takes a sip of his glass of water, and nods. “Yeah, I uh... I like to work with my hands. I like to make things.”

“What was that you were working on?”

“Um... a... a hope chest. For a family that lives down the road. They have a little girl, Grace. She’s four. I was... I was working on carving her name into the lid, and then I’m going to add some forget-me-nots around it.”

Gabriel’s heart aches a little at that and he tells him, “You’re very good at it—your work. It’s a beautiful piece. Listen... Darrek... why did you come to us? Why did you want this? I don’t get it. You seem like this wholesome type of guy, a hard worker, honest and sweet. Why would you want to get involved in... in what I do?” Gabriel asks, perplexed. “It doesn’t seem to just be a sexual preference with you. It goes deeper than that, doesn’t it? You know, I’ve found, over the years, that some of the people I deal with on a regular basis, through my job, are there because they’re lacking something in their lives that they wouldn’t be able to get without dominating or submitting. Sometimes there are even darker reasons behind it. They’re there because they’re having trouble coping with something and the only way they can get past it, the only way for them to be free is to lose themselves in these roles. They’re, uh,
troubled
. So I guess I’m trying to figure out what your motives are. Are you troubled, Darrek?”

Darrek smiles but it’s mask-like, unreadable, as he says, “You trying to scare me off?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t know...” Darrek sighs. “Seemed like it’d be a good time. I was curious. That’s all.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not buying it. That might be what you told yourself, but that can’t be the whole reason.”

“Why do you care? What does it matter? I
belong to you
, Gabriel. I’m yours. I know that now.”

Gabriel frowns.

“Fair enough,” he says. Reaching across the table, he takes hold of one of Darrek’s hands, turning it palm-up and covering it with his own. It is much bigger in size than his hand and its texture is coarse and tough, just like he imagined.

“’M sorry,” Darrek apologizes, trying to pull his hand back. Gabriel doesn’t let him. “My... my hands are kind of messed up. They’re not real nice anymore. I guess it can’t be helped, with the work that I do, but....”

“No, they’re amazing. You have great hands. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“Okay.”

As Gabriel rubs small circles in the palm of Darrek’s hand with his thumbs, massaging them, he says, “I would like to keep seeing you, in whatever capacity you’re okay with.”

“I’m okay with everything,” he says eagerly, eyes wide and open.

“How do you feel about having a private session, just you and me?”

“Yeah... yes. I’d... I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says, nodding once.

Standing, Gabriel moves around the table. He pulls Darrek’s chair back slightly. Gabriel leans over him. Cupping his chin, he stares into his exotic, orange-brown eyes before claiming his mouth in a deep kiss. He licks Darrek’s mouth open then thrusts deeply inside, their tongues searching, slipping and twisting together.

“And how do you feel about
this
?” Gabriel asks, his gray-blue eyes wide and piercing, licking again over Darrek’s lips and he can still taste traces of come there, at the edges. “I want you. I want all of you. Not just your body. I want to
know
you.”

He places a hand on Darrek’s chest, over his heart and says it again. “I want to know
you
.”

“I want to know you, too,” Darrek admits.

Darrek tentatively places one of his large, work-worn hands against the side of Gabriel’s face and uses it to bring him back down into another kiss. And Gabriel allows it. Their lips meet again and this time it’s Darrek that presses inside. He kisses Gabriel, and his heart skips a beat at the small sigh Gabriel makes into his mouth. His other hand comes up as well and holds on to Gabriel, showing him
exactly
what he feels.

“Does that answer your question?” Darrek asks breathlessly, brushing his thumbs over the smooth skin on either side of Gabriel’s mouth, where dimples appear when he smiles.

“Yes it does,” Gabriel grins.

“Sam, don’t look at me like that,” Gabriel says with a scowl over his shoulder, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the communal pot in the back room of Diadem’s offices. They’ve all just arrived for work and are getting ready to start the day. Sam is having a quick breakfast at the table and reviewing the daily schedule.

“Well, at least you didn’t scare him off,” she allows, looking at him with folded arms. “You know that I gave him to you because I thought you’d go easy on him. How are we supposed to retain clients when you ride ’em that hard their first time? The poor kid passed out, Gabe! And you knew that he was scared shitless, and that he wasn’t really okay with some of that. I’m still shocked as hell that you screwed him. Thank god for the legal waiver or I’d be damn sure he’d sue us.”

“Isn’t it the whole point to push our clients past their limits?” he squints defensively at her over the mug in his hands. “
My
call, Sam. I’m in charge of him, not you. Are we really going to go through this whole thing again? He’s coming back. He’ll be here later on today. I didn’t scare him off.”

Ben enters the room, having just surfaced from the building’s lower level, and makes right for the coffee as well.

“You gonna help me out on this one, Gabe?” Ben asks.

“Are we talkin’ photography or assist?”

“I don’t know. Photography definitely, but maybe both. He’s a fighter.”

“Sure. Afterwards, though, I have to carve some ginger for later. We have some fresh stuff, right? And some of the minced kind?”

“Oh yeah, hon. We’ve got plenty,” Sam nods. “The slivers and the minced supply are in the back of the top shelf in the fridge. Alyssa made some just last night.”

“Newbie?” Ben asks Gabriel.

“Yeah.”

“Awesome. Can I watch?”

“No way,” Gabriel frowns, pointing a warning finger at Ben. “I promised him a private session.”

“Aww, buzz-kill. You going to film it?”

“Only if he wants me to, which I can assure you, he probably does not.”

“Oh! I just remembered,” Ben says happily, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “My ten o’clock thinks you’re hot, and he
loves
that degradation shit. Maybe you’ll even get to piss on him!”

Gabriel laughs at Ben’s enthusiasm and takes a sip. “’Kay. That’s Micah?”

“I guess,” Ben shrugs.

“Yeah,” Sam agrees, checking the appointment book, “Micah is ten o’clock.”