Chapter 12
12
ENNIO
I blinked. Marnin’s proposition was a bolt out of the blue, unexpected and electrifying.
“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice a mix of disbelief and intrigue.
“As a heart attack.” He casually leaned against his car, every inch the picture of nonchalance despite the obvious evidence of his earlier breakdown, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of something else. Anticipation? Uncertainty?
My heart hammered against my ribs, not just at the thought of being with Marnin but what this could mean for both of us. He was a fortress of self-control, with walls I’d never dreamed of scaling, but now he was lowering the proverbial drawbridge to let me in. Hell if I was gonna say no to that. This was a once-in-a-lifetime deal.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“What, you expected me to need some time to consider it? Overthinking is your domain, Mar. Not mine. I’m a card-carrying member of the ‘if it feels good, do it’ club.”
Marnin snorted. “True, but even you should take a moment to think this through.”
“Maybe I’m a fast thinker.”
“You’re gonna make me ask, aren’t you?” He sighed. “Why are you saying yes? What are you getting out of this?”
“Good sex?”
“That can’t be all.”
I put my hand on his arm. “No, but it’s a great start. My supply of partners in Forestville isn’t exactly bountiful, you know? And even if I get lucky, it’s not always as satisfying as I hoped for.”
He scratched his chin. “No pressure, huh?”
Of course there was pressure, which was the whole point for him. “I’m safe,” I said softly. “I may not be your partner like the urologist thought, but I am safe. You need that right now, and it’s something I’m happy to give.”
Plus, and I didn’t say this part aloud, sex was Marnin’s preferred way of dealing with those pesky emotions he hated so much. The man didn’t do well with feelings, and right now, he had a crap ton of those brewing inside him. What better way to process them than with a good, hard fuck? I was all too happy to oblige since it happened to align with my needs.
“Auden can’t know,” Marnin said. “He’d fucking kill me with his bare hands if he knew I was defiling his little brother.”
I rolled my eyes. “Do I look stupid to you? Of course Auden can’t know. The man has a badge, a gun, and a hundred ways to get rid of a body without anyone being any wiser.”
Marnin blinked. “Great, now I have that visual on my mind.”
I leaned in, rising on my tippy-toes as I whispered into his ear, “I’m sure we can replace that with a more…stimulating one.”
He chuckled low. “Oh, you’re good. Let’s go.”
We spoke little as we drove back to his apartment, only exchanging some mindless comments on the traffic—a nightmare, as usual—and the blue skies that were unexpected but oh so welcome after the endless drizzle. Marnin mostly stared out the window as I drove, but I could feel the weight of his gaze every time it flicked my way.
We pulled into his building’s parking garage, and as I parked in his designated spot, the finality of our arrival sank in like a stone.
“Here we are,” I announced needlessly, killing the engine.
Marnin’s hand hovered over the door handle but didn’t pull. The silence stretched—a thin line ready to snap. He cleared his throat. “I’m, uh…not usually this jittery.”
“Hey.” I brushed my fingers against his sleeve. “No expectations, all right? We’ll go with whatever feels right.”
He gave a curt nod, his eyes meeting mine briefly before he exited the car. His movements were stiff, betraying the nerves he tried so hard to conceal—nerves that were both endearing and heartbreaking. This man, always so guarded and in control, was showing me cracks in his armor.
We walked to the elevator, the click of our shoes against the concrete echoing around us like a metronome, counting down each moment. I watched him punch the button to call the elevator, his finger jabbing a bit more forcefully than necessary.
“Really, Ennio,” he said as we waited, “I’m usually smoother than this. You must think?—”
I held up a hand. “Let’s acknowledge the level of awkwardness here and leave it at that. We want this, but that doesn’t mean it’s not uncomfortable or weird.”
His lips twitched, a semblance of his usual smirk trying to break through. “No kidding.”
When the elevator dinged its arrival, Marnin swiped his card and pressed the button for his floor, his finger lingering a second longer than needed. His nervous energy was palpable, and I found myself leaning into it, absorbing it as my own. Because despite the fear, there was something else there—anticipation, pure and intoxicating. I hadn’t lied when I’d said we both wanted this.
Stepping over the threshold into Marnin’s apartment, a shiver ran down my spine. Marnin closed the door behind me, then stood there, his gaze locking with mine. I took his hand, feeling his pulse in his wrist. His heart was racing as much as my own. Apparently, we were both battling swarms of butterflies.
“Ennio…” His voice was gravelly, laced with vulnerability that made him all the more endearing.
“Shh,” I whispered again and closed the distance between us. My hands found the nape of his neck, fingers weaving through the graying strands at his collar. I pulled him down, bridging the gap between nervousness and want, fear and need. And then my lips met his.
The kiss was an ignition, a spark that set fire to the dry tinder of our restraint. It was intense, almost desperate, as if we’d been holding our breath for eternity. His tongue slipped into my mouth, where it met mine, only to start an intricate dance of push and pull, demand and grant, chase and capture. Jesus, the man could kiss.
He groaned somewhere in the back of his throat, then lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he walked until my back was against the wall. So much better. The height difference had been killing me. Him too, apparently.
My lips throbbed, but I never wanted to stop kissing him, the slick slide of his tongue against mine too erotic, too ecstatic. His hands found my ass, which he grabbed possessively, squeezing until I was squirming against him.
He was hard. Not half-hard or on its way, but iron-hard. Pipe hard. The kind that would hammer me until I screamed, and I was so ready for that.
“Bedroom?” I managed to gasp when we finally broke apart, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. No way in hell was I letting him fuck me in the hallway. Not for our first time anyway, though why the fuck was I even thinking about a next time?
“God, yes,” he groaned, his voice raw with need.
He carried me to the bedroom, kissing me in between steps, and boy, there was something to be said for a man who was strong enough to do that. It was hot.
When he dumped me on the bed, I bounced, but I didn’t get a chance to go far. He grabbed my ankle and yanked me toward him, immediately covering me with his body and proceeding to kiss the everlasting fuck out of me.
Clothes disappeared. He took off my pants, I took care of his shirt, and between fervent kisses, we managed to get rid of everything else until we were naked, rubbing and rutting against each other like animals in heat.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Marnin said as he ran his hand down my chest. “So smooth and soft.”
“Mmm, thank you.”
His hand traveled downward, and I spread my legs to give him access. He cupped my balls, then ran his finger down the length of my cock. “And such a pretty cock.”
Yes, I was small, but it had never bothered me as it was proportional to my build. Besides, I was an almost exclusive bottom anyway, and the benefit of being on the smaller side was that guys were more willing to blow me since it was less intimidating.
The warmth of his mouth enveloped my cock, sending jolts of electric desire up my spine. He was attentive, his tongue and lips a study in perfectionism, leaving no inch of me untouched, no nerve ending unignited. The sensation of being consumed by someone so skilled was overwhelming, and I fought to keep some composure.
He let go of my cock, licking his lips. “Mmm, you taste good too.” He reached between my legs and gave my ass a good squeeze. “And then there’s that plump, biteable ass. Like the perfect snack I wanna take a bite of.”
I grinned. “Not gonna say no to that.”
“No? Good.”
Before I knew what was happening, he’d rolled on his back and dragged me on top of him, with my ass right over his face. I would’ve never been that aggressive myself, but he let out a happy hum and put his hands on my hips.
His teeth sank into the thick flesh of my left ass cheek, and I squealed in surprise, but he laughed. “Told you I wanted to take a bite.”
“I thought you meant metaphorically… Jesus, fuck.”
He’d buried his face between my ass cheeks and his hot breath wafted over my sensitive hole. Some guys had erogenous zones in their nipples, balls, ears, or whatever. Mine was my hole—one of the reasons I loved bottoming so much. I could legit come hands-free from a hard fuck.
A wet, hot tongue licked my hole. “Mmm,” Marnin moaned and dug in.
His tongue licked, lapped, and lavished me with attention until my hole softened. Every swipe sent tingles through my body, and a small spurt of precum wetted the tip of my cock. I had limited experience with rimming—not exactly something you did with a stranger on a hookup—and Marnin was sending me to heaven.
He stabbed me with his tongue now, pushing it inside me, and holy mother of god, how was I supposed to stay still? I couldn’t help but grind down, but he only laughed, muffled against my flesh. So he liked that. Good to know.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes, riding his face until my eyes crossed and I was dizzy from all the sensations thundering through me. I had wanted to draw this out, but I lost that battle. My cock was throbbing, desperately begging to be touched, so I wrapped my hand around myself and jacked off in a tight screwing motion.
Oh fuck. I wasn’t gonna last. But Marnin had to know that, and he never slowed down, continuing to fuck me with his tongue. So I let the orgasm build, my balls tightening, my muscles tensing, and my breath catching until I hung right on that edge. Marnin hummed against my flesh, and that sent me flying.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “I’m coming.”
My body jerked as cum shot from my cock all over my hand, and I milked myself until I had nothing left to give. By the time I was done, I was shaking like a leaf and weak as a kitten, and I awkwardly rolled off Marnin and crashed on the mattress.
I’d known Marnin was an experienced lover, but holy shit, that had been next level. And he’d been unexpectedly selfless, focusing all his attention on me and letting me come. “Thank you,” I managed. “That was…”
“Good?” Marnin rolled on his side and propped himself up on his elbow.
“Amazing. Mind-blowing.”
“I love rimming.”
“You don’t say.”
He grinned. “What can I say? I’m a dirty man.”
Like that was news to me. “I’m all for this kind of dirty.”
He fisted his own cock and gave it a few tugs. “I’m hard.”
The sight of his arousal, prominent and insistent, sent a rush of heat through me. “I noticed.”
He looked away. “Haven’t been this hard in quite a while.”
Was it because I was safe? Or because he genuinely thought I was attractive? Or had it been the rimming? It didn’t matter, but I was curious nonetheless.
I rolled on my side as well. “What are you in the mood for? I’ve been told I give good head, but I’m also excellent at hand jobs and, of course, my plump, biteable ass, which you seemed to appreciate, is at your disposal.”
I kept it deliberately light, and Marnin rewarded me with a snort. “What is this, a multiple-choice menu?”
“What can I say? I aim to please.”
“I would love to fuck you if that’s okay.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t I make clear that was one of the options?”
“Yeah, but…”
He was uncharacteristically insecure, which unnerved me. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know if I have it in me to be gentle. It’s been a while, and I’m beyond ecstatic it’s working again. Plus, you really are very sexy.”
I slowly turned on my back again and spread my legs. “Who says you have to be gentle?”
“I can’t guarantee… My definition of rough may not be yours.”
“Marnin, darling, I have a mouth that works very well. If it gets too rough, I’ll tell you to stop…and you will.”
“I don’t want you to regret this afterward…or hate me for it.”
His eyes, usually guarded and analytical, were open and vulnerable, and he touched something deep inside me. This was the real Marnin, the softer side he only showed those nearest to him, like Auden…and now me. “I doubt I could ever hate you. Besides, it’s not my first rodeo, and I really do appreciate a hard fuck. Go to town, darling.”
I wasn’t sure what else I could say or do to convince him, but apparently, we were good because he nodded, then reached for his bedside drawer and grabbed lube and a condom.
“I don’t need much prep after that rimming job,” I told him.
“You sure? You said it had been a while.”
I laughed. “With someone else, yes, but I have a whole collection of dildos to play with…and I do.”
His eyes darkened. “Now there’s a sexy visual… I bet you look real pretty, fucking yourself with those.”
“Happy to give you a show next time.”
Next time. Why was I talking about a next time? We both froze. Shit, would things get awkward now? “I didn’t mean?—”
“I knew what you meant. I won’t read anything into it.”
“Good.”
Anything else I wanted to say was wiped from my brain when he sank two slick fingers deep inside me without working up. The sting was mild but glorious, and I shivered with pleasure. He curved his middle finger and brushed against my P-spot. “Fuck, yes, right there…”
And therein lay the difference between the amateurs and the experts like Marnin. He prepped me efficiently but brought pleasure at the same time by teasing my prostate so I wasn’t getting impatient. When he rolled on the condom and lined up, I was more than ready for him.
I’d expected him to push in gradually, but he didn’t, sinking all the way inside me with one smooth thrust that made my eyes cross. It stung a little, but the friction was divine, and while he wasn’t the biggest I’d ever had, he had a good-sized dick and, above all, girth.
I liked being on my back when I got fucked, so I hadn’t really thought about it, but it meant we were facing each other. And boy, that was a whole new experience. Marnin was…intense. His eyes were fixed on me, dark with desire, as he sank into me.
“Marnin,” I whispered.
He held on to my hips. “Brace yourself.”
I did, fisting the sheets with both hands, but I still wasn’t prepared for the sheer force of his thrust that shoved me a good two inches backward.
“Goddammit, I said to brace yourself.”
Ah, there was the Marnin I knew, but strangely enough, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it was somehow arousing to see him lose control. I stretched my arms over my head instead and braced against the headboard. Not the most comfortable, and it left me feeling very vulnerable, but when Marnin pushed inside me again, I was prepared and able to hold my position.
He bent his head over me, his mouth an inch from my shoulder, as he set a rhythm so brutally fast it had me out of breath in no time. But he kept it up, and holy shit, I’d never experienced anything like it. Yes, the friction of his cock inside me sent my whole body into an overload of sensations I had no superlatives for, but somehow, the sight of Marnin losing himself was ten times more satisfying on a level much deeper than merely physical.
I’d told him to go to town, and he did. His whole body taut, he slammed into me with sharp, staccato slaps of skin against skin, with the occasional slick squelch. He never faltered, never broke rhythm, never so much as moved a muscle other than his hips, which snapped and snapped and snapped as he drove into me again and again and again.
It was art. Watching this man fuck was art. Almost a religious experience. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, not even when moans and little whimpers started falling from my lips. Jesus, Mary, and all the saints, this was what fucking was supposed to be like. I felt like I’d been having sex with minor league players the whole time and had now finally leveled up to the pros, the all-stars.
The man used me like I’d never been used, fucked me like I’d never been fucked, and did it with his whole focus on me. He drove me higher and higher and higher until my entire body exploded into utter bliss without ever touching myself. The man was an absolute sex god, and I never wanted to have sex with mere mortals ever again.