Chapter 5 Warren #2
Just when Warren was about to come, his balls pulling tight and his fists clenched where they held onto the sheets beneath him, Marcus lifted his face and lodged a thick wad of spit at his hole.
“Let’s open you up.”
He sounded excited.
Warren held his breath as Marcus pushed at his rim, gathering up spit and shoving it inside with two fingers.
“Tight,” Marcus commented, spreading his fingers slightly and spitting again. He pumped his fingers in and out of Warren’s hole, slow and steady, working him open until Warren relaxed.
“That’s it,” Marcus growled, keeping his fingers in Warren’s ass as he moved up and kissed his face.
He licked his way down to Warren’s mouth and spent a glorious minute making out with him.
Marcus then curled his fingers just right.
Warren squealed as the blunt pads of Marcus’s fingers dug into his prostate.
His gut clenched, and he was right on the verge of coming when Marcus pulled his fingers out of his hole and crawled off the bed.
The loss of heat and the absence of Marcus’s overwhelming presence registered as a cold void, and Warren whimpered in complaint.
“You’re okay,” Marcus soothed, his gruff voice calm and amused. When Warren turned to look at him over his shoulder, he expected to see an expression that mirrored his calm voice, and so he was taken off guard by the predatory excitement he saw there instead.
It was beyond intimidating.
“Lube,” Marcus said, walking over to the desk and holding up a huge bottle of lubricant. He licked his lips and moved back toward the bed. “You’re going to need it.”
Warren’s hole clenched. Marcus tossed the lube onto the bed, the bottle bouncing once and landing against Warren’s inner thigh, and reached for the button on his pants. He slowly unzipped them and pushed them down.
Warren could only stare at the thick, muscular thighs and tight briefs on display. Marcus squeezed the base of his shaft through the thin cotton of his underwear, his balls and thick shaft bulging through the fabric, before pushing them down to join his pants around his legs.
Warren gasped.
Marcus’s cock was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Thick and long, dragged down by its own heft and trailing a string of shiny pre-come, the veiny shaft and plump, mushroom-shaped head looked like they belonged on some sort of deity for masculine fertility.
Warren wanted it in his mouth. He wanted to sit on his knees between Marcus’s meaty thighs and spend hours worshipping it, licking and sucking the girthy monster until his jaw gave out, and then he wanted to turn around and lie there while Marcus let his massive balls rest on his face.
“That’s a good look on you.” Marcus crawled back up on the bed and went to his knees between Warren’s legs. He grabbed Warren by his waist and hoisted him up, setting him on his knees and shoving his head back down to the mattress.
“What?” Warren was confused. He folded his arms and held still, holding the position Marcus had put him in even though it made him feel horribly exposed and vulnerable.
Marcus slapped his ass, grabbing his cheek and pulling it to the side to expose his hole.
“That hungry, cock-struck look on your face. I like it. It makes me feel like a fucking stud.” Marcus spit on Warren’s crack, the wad of saliva running down and hitting Marcus’s fingers where they were probing at his hole. “Makes me feel like you were made for me. My perfect little fuck-slut.”
Marcus pushed two fingers into Warren’s hole, going deep, and grabbed the bottle of lube.
Warren had gotten used to two fingers, but it was still tight. He didn’t know how he was supposed to take more.
“Open up,” Marcus instructed, drizzling way too much lube down onto his fingers. He scissored them apart, stretching Warren’s rim and making him hiss before adding a third finger.
Marcus’s hands were easily twice the size of Warren’s own. Bigger, even. Three of his fingers were thicker than both of the cocks Warren had previously had inside of him. He grit his teeth, seeing stars when Marcus found his prostate again and started rubbing it.
“If it gets to be too much for you, say red,” Marcus said, spreading his fingers apart and making Warren cry out. “Understand?”
Warren nodded into the mattress. “I understand.”
“Good boy.” Marcus withdrew his fingers, and then before he could mentally prepare himself, Marcus pushed his slicked-up cock against his hole and pushed inside.
It happened so fast that Warren was caught completely off guard. One minute he was being fingered, and then in the span of a few seconds, Marcus had the massive head of his cock lodged inside of him.
It burned. The stretch was intense, the pain sharp and sudden, and only Marcus’s iron grip on his waist, keeping Warren in place, kept him from running away from it.
“Breathe,” Marcus said, his gruff voice making Warren’s spine tingle.
Warren realized that he’d been holding his breath. He forced himself to exhale, his inhale cut short by Marcus pushing deeper.
“Wait, wait!” he called out, reaching back to push his hand against Marcus’s hip.
Marcus stilled, the first two inches of his cock stretching Warren’s rectum to bursting.
“Breathe through it,” Marcus soothed, stroking Warren’s back and simultaneously holding him down. “You can take it.”
“Just wait,” Warren instructed, trying to get used to the incredible stretch.
“I’m waiting.” Marcus kept stroking his back. His hands moved over Warren’s waist and up his back, stroking him soothingly and holding him down in equal measure. His hands moved up to Warren’s neck, wrapping around his throat in a loose hold. “Can I choke you?”
“What?”
Marcus leaned down and kissed between his shoulder blades, his cock shifting at the movement and making Warren yelp in pain.
“You’ll like it.”
Warren licked his lips. He could feel Marcus’s hands around his throat like a brand, and the idea of them tightening down and squeezing his throat making him feel unaccountably strange.
“Okay.”
Instead of cutting off his air like Warren expected, Marcus squeezed down on the side of his throat, pressing down on his jugulars and making Warren feel like he was going to pass out.
He reached up to grasp at Marcus’s hands, but before he could get any kind of purchase, his world went dark and he felt himself go limp.
Warren came to with Marcus lying on top of him, several more inches now pushed into his hole and the werewolf rocking his hips back and forth as he fucked himself deeper and deeper into Warren’s body.
Warren sputtered, feeling like he was in a dream.
“Feeling good?” Marcus asked, his spine bent so that he could kiss the corner of Warren’s mouth.
Warren nodded, his body confused. He still felt loopy, black spots dancing in his vision, but he also felt loose and relaxed and about as submissive as he’d ever felt.
“Good,” Marcus growled, thrusting his hips and pushing another inch of cock inside of him.
Warren felt light – anchored only by Marcus’s heavy weight on top of him. His ass hurt, but it was a muted kind of pain. More than anything, he felt full and used.
“One more time,” Marcus said, his hands wrapping around Warren’s neck. He squeezed, and Warren once again had the bizarre experience of losing consciousness and waking up with another few inches of cock inside of him.
“I’m almost all the way,” Marcus said, his voice rough. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m wonderful,” Warren said, meaning it.
He felt like his bones were hollow and his muscles made of jelly, his hole accepting the final two inches of Marcus’s girthy cock, the base seeming even thicker than the rest of the shaft, like his only purpose was to exist on this haze of pleasure while Marcus used him. “Feels good.”
“I’m going to let you get used to the stretch,” Marcus gritted out through clenched teeth. It sounded like he was talking to himself. “You need a moment.”
The tension in the massive body on top of him felt like a spring waiting to be sprung. If Warren had been in his right mind, he would have been terrified.
Warren was not in his right mind. He was delirious and lost in a submissive haze of pleasure.
Marcus trembled above him, his hips stuttering, his mouth pressing wet, biting kisses down the back of Warren’s neck.
Warren was completely at his mercy.
“Fuck, tell me you’re ready.” Marcus gathered Warren’s wrists in one hand and pushed them up and pinned them to the mattress above his head. “Tell me you want this.”
Warren buried his face in the sheets beneath him, overwhelmed and hoping that he could ride this feeling forever.
“I want it.” Warren tested the grip on his wrists, just to make sure he couldn’t move an inch. There was no give, and Warren moaned in satisfaction. “I’m ready.”
Warren hadn’t known what he was signing himself up for with those words. The thin thread by which Marcus was hanging on to his control snapped. He lifted his hips, his cock leaving Warren’s hole with a squelch, and slammed it back down to bury his full length to the hilt.
The powerful thrust knocked the breath right out of Warren’s lungs and he spent the next few seconds struggling to breathe as Marcus set up a rhythm that could only be described as punishing.
“I want to bite you.” Marcus buried himself to the hilt and ground his hips down against Warren’s ass. He sounded out of breath. “Let me bite you.”
“Okay,” Warren said, the idea of teeth on his neck making his cock twitch. He was so close to coming. All it would take was-
Marcus latched onto Warren’s neck, biting down and breaking the skin with teeth that felt far too sharp.
It was nothing like getting bit by a vampire. Warren hadn’t expected it to feel the same – he’d expected more of the little bites Marcus had peppered him with earlier – but the sharp pain took him off guard.
He was bleeding.