Trailer Trash (MM)
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
When Dezi Falconi, a pampered rich boy, meets up with Rox Forrester, a savvy trailer trash hottie, sparks fly. Living on opposite sides of the tracks makes them an unlikely couple until Dezi gets a good look at Rox and propositions him. Tired of being used as a rich man’s whore, Rox heatedly refuses the offer. When Dezi hears his tale of woe, he decides to help Rox financially, and eventually they fall deeply in love.
Eventually Nick Falconi, Dezi’s father, finds out about Rox. Nick is a powerful man, used to having anything he wants, and he wants Rox. This puts Rox in the middle of an impossible situation when he learns that Nick holds the strings to Dezi’s money. If Rox doesn’t leave Dezi and become Nick’s whore, he’ll leave Dezi penniless. What should he do? Submit to a dirty old man’s perverted desires, or run away with Dezi and start a new life—one that includes murder?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Kelly Conrad is a Siren-exclusive author.
Just then Nick picked up the goblets and turned around. When he saw Rox standing there in the thong, the goblets slipped from his hand, making a thud on the thick carpet. “Oh, my God, I’ve never seen anyone…you’re absolutely stunning.”
Rox looked down and saw the spilled wine and the stain it left. “Sorry about your rug.”
Nick hurried over to Rox and paced around him, looking at his body. “I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life.” He reached down and was just about to touch Rox’s cock, when he heard a voice.
“Stop right there, Father.”
Rox and Nick looked up, and there stood Dezi.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Nick’s eyes shone with an evil gleam that even Dezi had never seen before. “He’s not here against his will, Dezi. He came on his own. He’s mine now.”
“Is that the way you look at it, Dad? He belongs to you? I hate to burst your bubble, but Rox belongs to no one but himself. He’s his own man. He’s not your possession, or your slave, and he doesn’t belong to anyone.”
“I didn’t threaten him. I didn’t even ask him to come here. It was his decision. And a very good one. He’ll have anything he wants. He’ll have only the best. Cars, clothes, vacations, money. He’ll have it all.”
“Sure he will. He’ll have everything but two things. His self-respect…and love.”
“Those things belong in stories. They’re not real. The heart doesn’t work that way. I’ve never loved anyone in my life, and look at me. I’ve got everything a man could want. I’m happy.”
“Are you, Dad? Well, I hope you’ll be happy in hell, because that’s where you’ll be when all this is over.”
“Bah! There you go again, spouting off all that stuff about heaven and hell.” He looked at Dezi with a grimace for a smile and said, “I don’t believe in it, I don’t need it, and anyone who does is a candidate for the funny farm.”
“Have it your own way, Dad,” Dezi said and looked at Rox. “C’mon, Rox. We’re leaving.”
“No,” Rox said.
Dezi stood there as still as stone. “What?”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying with your father.”
Rox looked over at Nick. “Nick, can I have a few minutes with Dezi?”
“Sure, son. I’ll be right outside.”
When Nick was gone, Rox looked over at Dezi and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
“What are you going to do?”
“What I should have done a long time ago.”
“Did he threaten you?”
“No, Dezi, I’m here because it’s the only answer. I’m sorry…” His words suddenly stopped, he looked up at Dezi, and blurted out, “Dezi, he’ll kill you if I don’t! He knew the trailer he blew up was the wrong one. It was a warning. A warning to me. He was telling me that if I don’t cooperate with him, he’ll kill you. Dezi, I love you, but I can’t sit back and let him kill his own son.”
“My God, is that what you got out of all this? That he wants to kill me?”
“I offered to leave you, bow out of your life, but you wouldn’t let me. Of course, it was easy to convince me to stay because of the way I feel about you. But this. This is too much. I can’t have your blood on my hands, especially since I love you so much.”
Dezi’s heart warmed at his words, but instead of crumbling under them, he said, “You little idiot, this is the worst thing you can do.”
“Think about it. Every day you stay with me, your life is in danger. If I stay here with him, you’ll be safe. I’ve already given him the list I made.”
“List? What list?”
“I made up a list of things I wanted if I stayed with him. You’ll get everything back, Dezi. All your money, your car, your apartment, and best of all, your relationship with your father will be mended. Dezi, don’t you see? I’m the problem here, and if it means I have to go to bed with him, that’s okay, just so I know that the war has ended between you and your father.”
“If this is the only way it can be fixed, then to hell with it! No!”
Rox raked his fingers through his hair nervously. “Look, I don’t care what you say. I’m not going to stand between a man and his son.”
“You’re not standing between my father and me. Our relationship was ruined a long time ago. I was just too immature to realize it. Since I’ve been with you, I know now what’s important.”
Rox looked at Dezi with a cruel twist to his lips and knew it would take something drastic to convince Dezi, so he began stroking the silk robe. “Your father gave this robe to me, along with a lot of other things. Isn’t it soft and smooth?”
“What the hell is wrong with you? Things like this never meant anything to you before. What’s happened to you?”
Suddenly Rox walked into the center of the room, and like a male stripper, he let the silky robe fall to the floor and modeled the thong for Dezi. “Do I look good?” he asked sensuously.
“You look incredible.”
“It’s called a warrior thong. Only one of many.”
“Why are you doing this, Rox?”
As he walked up and down in the room, his golden muscles rippled in the light, and he said, “I’m letting you see what you won’t be getting.” Rox’s eyes hardened as they looked at Dezi. “Now, rich boy, eat your heart out.”
“You goddamned, fuckin’ male whore! I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
When Dezi looked over at Rox to see if he was moving fast enough, he melted at his “early morning look.” Early morning sex was his favorite because Rox was always warm and receptive to him, and he could only imagine how good he would feel now. Wanting just a taste of that early morning magic, he leaned over and kissed him lightly and said, “Good morning, you bum. Now, get up. Okay?”
“But you said you were going alone the first time.”
“Change of plans, okay? Now get out of that bed before I—”
“Before you what, big boy?” Rox said, a sultry tone to his voice.
“No funny business, we don’t have time.”
But when Dezi tried to pull away, Rox pulled on his waistband and said seductively, “Where you goin’, stranger?” With that, Rox opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick his lips.
“Oh, God,” Dezi said as he sat down and began struggling with his clothes. When he began moving backward to try and loosen them, Rox grabbed his waistband again and pulled him even closer.
“Call me trailer trash.”
“Call you…? You know what? You’re nothing but trailer trash. I wouldn’t touch you…” Suddenly, Dezi felt Rox’s hands on his cock, and he cried out. “Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”
“Giving you a good trailer trash jacking-up, rich boy.”
For a full five minutes, Dezi endured the hottest jacking he’d ever had by the man who could do it like no other. He rubbed, he squeezed, he drew sounds out of Dezi’s throat he’d never made before, and, to top it all off, he pushed him over on his back and began sucking his dick and biting it as if he was going to have it for breakfast. Dezi couldn’t stay still. He saw stars. He writhed, bounced, grabbed the edge of the mattress, and cried out, “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!”
Finally, Rox moved upward, smoothed his hand down his body until the came to his ass, squeezed it, and pulled Dezi closer until their cocks met as he went feeling for his hole.
That was when Dezi knew that whatever was going to happen in the city would have to wait.
* * * *
Rox kissed him deeply, opening his mouth to plunge his tongue into Dezi’s mouth while he reached up under his shirt and found one nipple. When he pinched it, Dezi shivered and leaned his head back, giving Rox the opportunity to nip at his throat like a hungry vampire. And then with one swift movement, Rox pulled Dezi’s shirt open until the buttons popped off. He then tore at what remained of Dezi’s pants and plundered him brutally, going in and out like a soldier on the attack. Rox could feel Dezi’s cock, and it was ready to burst. He was just getting ready to give him some relief when he saw his briefs lying on the floor. They were rich boy’s briefs, made of something smooth like silk and decorated with a piping around the edges that looked like neon.
Rox laughed. “You wimp. You were wearing your rich boy’s briefs again.”
“What was that you called me?”
Suddenly everything changed, and Dezi came up off the bed in a fury, but he sat there motionless. As they sat facing each other, Rox whispered, “Do it to me, Dezi. I called you rich boy. You gonna put up with that?”
Dezi groaned with pleasure. He knocked Rox back down on the bed, anxious to have his cock inside him.
Rox began to fight and struggle. “Rich boy, rich boy, rich boy!”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Dezi said and pulled Rox sideways so that his ass was in full view. “You’ve been a real smart-ass this morning.” He then raised his right hand and slapped Rox’s butt. “Now tell me again. Who’s the wimpy rich boy?”
“You are, you bastard,” Rox said, his voice muffled by his pillow.
“Wrong answer,” Dezi said, and spanked him hard. He could feel Rox’s stiff cock pressing against his hand and jacked him while he played Rox’s butt like a pair of bongo drums. He slapped one cheek, then the other, and then both in sync. “Sometimes you need to be reminded of who’s the boss around here,” Dezi said.
“You are,” Rox said, closing his eyes wincing in pain while at the same time feeling a stinging, hot, and horrible desire for more spankings, and a bombastic orgasm.
Dezi slapped him a few more times, and then when the spankings were over, he sucked on his index finger then slid it into Rox’s hole and moved it in and out roughly, taking control and making Rox surrender to him. Rox squirmed beneath him.
“Oh, God,” Rox gasped out.
“That’s right. I am your god, right? You worship me, don’t you?”
“I worship your cock,” Rox said. There were tears at the corners of his eyes, but his eyes were half-closed while the passion of hell filled him.
Just then Dezi removed his finger from Rox’s ass. “Put it back, Dezi, please.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Dezi!” Rox cried out as he turned over, and he winced as his tender ass hit the textured cover. “You aren’t going to leave me like this, are you?” He cupped his cock in his right hand as if to show him how he needed to come.
Dezi laughed. “Who’s the wimp now?”
“I am!” Rox said emphatically. “I’m a big pussy wimp. You’re the macho man. You’re the boss in this relationship.”