Chapter 12
Blake
He had no underwear on underneath, leaving me to get a nice long view at what he had packing under those layers of fabric.
Marlow had the kind of body that most gym rats prayed for. Cut abs that had a soft dusting of hair trailing down his stomach and a small patch right between his pecs. His shoulders were wide and dense with muscle, making his form look strong and imposing, even in the bedroom’s poor lighting.
His thighs were the kind weight lifters had—large and bulky and were capable of taking him up mountains with barely any kind of effort.
Between his thighs, his cock hung low, half hard and jutting out at an already impressive size. It twitched once as I stared at it, my own doing the same in response.
“Like what you see?” he teased, though I could tell he was preening under my enraptured attention.
“Thought you were going to keep me from talking?” The compliments on his body were on the tip of my tongue, but wouldn’t be so easily won. He’d need to work for them if he wanted them that badly.
He smirked and strode forward, his cock bouncing proudly. “I did promise that, didn’t I?”
Pushing myself to sit up fully, I swallowed back the nervousness that had my guts suddenly twisting up. I’d had plenty of cocks in my mouth before, and everywhere else, so why I was suddenly taking on the blushing bride attributes was beyond me.
It wasn’t like I didn’t know how to handle a man of Marlow’s size.
He took the initiative for me, reaching over and grabbing the back of my hair again to guide me forward until my lips were practically kissing his dick. I parted them automatically, letting him feed himself into my mouth.
The musky taste of him had me moaning once more.
I missed the heady taste of a man like this.
Having been too wrapped up in my programs and this business, I had little time to let myself unwind and enjoy the pleasures of someone else.
It’d been a while since the last time I got laid. Too long, in fact.
Marlow let out a shaky breath, his hips rolling slightly to rock himself farther inside my mouth.
I watched his face twist while his attention was focused on where his cock was disappearing past my lips, the flesh growing wet from my tongue lapping at the underside of him with each thrust.
“My bad,” he murmured. “For accusing you of being a virgin.”
I almost smirked.
He better be.
He soon got lost in fucking himself into my mouth, small grunts being drawn out of him every time I tightened the suction around him.
His head fell back, eyes screwing shut while pleasure had him already getting lost in it.
To the point where he reared himself back fully and rammed his dick down my throat, choking me.
His eyes snapped open, instantly ripping my head back to release himself from my mouth. “Shit, Blake. Sorry.”
Spit dribbled down from my lips to coat my chin, my brows pulling together in confusion.
What the hell was there to be sorry for?
I didn’t tell him to stop.
“Are you okay?” His eyes were earnest, filled with worry.
How ridiculous. The man makes me cum by slapping my ass hard enough to leave handprints and he’s worried about me choking on his dick.
Where was the line with him?
It was kind of sweet in a fucked up way.
A very Marlow way.
Instead of answering him, I shook my hair free from his hand in order to scoot back further onto the bed and flopped down onto it. His curious gaze followed me, growing even more so when I gestured for him to come closer.
He sunk one knee down onto the mattress and then the other, his hand coming down close to my hip where he hovered for a second looking lost on how to proceed.
I huffed out a laugh. “Come here.”
“I... Blake.”
“Marlow, come here.”
The only downside tonight was we weren’t going to be able to fuck—which was probably for the best. For one, we had no protection because I’d been a goddamn gatekeep keeping those condoms from him, and two, this was more than enough to hopefully get our bearings back once morning came.
“Where?” he asked as he crawled closer.
“I want you to fuck my mouth. Now, get over here.”
His eyes practically popped out of his head. Thankfully, he didn’t argue with me on the subject and quickly scrambled to throw a leg over the other side of me, scooting up until he was straddling my chest.
I leaned forward until my lips were around his tip again, greedily sucking him into my mouth and getting that musky taste coating my tongue again.
He swore under his breath. “Who knew you were so fucking needy for dick.”
Would it be better or worse to admit it was only his that I’d craved this badly?
It was probably best to keep that to myself and take it to my grave.
He planted his hands just above my head while his knees came down next to my ears. He spread his thighs wide, giving me plenty of room to curl my arms up and grab onto the sides of them, giving myself some kind of leverage in order to bob my head up and down his shaft.
My own dick was waking up from its nap, the tingling of an erection in my near future making itself known. I had no idea if Marlow would last till I was at full attention again, but if he did, I’d love to come together.
“Hey.” He quickly grabbed my chin and forced my head back. “Didn’t I say to leave all of that at the door?”
I practically melted into the mattress.
I wasn’t used to someone taking charge in anything, had needed the relief from it so damn badly, but was disappointed around every corner whenever I sought it out intentionally.
Not many were up for that task, or at least at the point that I needed.
It wasn’t just the seldom things like making decisions about the grocery list or what position to get into when fucking.
I needed more than that—I needed serious commitment to taking the choices off my plate and letting me fall back into a submissive role that still allowed me the chance to get off in the end and not simply cater to whoever I was inviting into my bedroom.
“Behave.” He traced his thumb along my jaw. “I’m in control, Blake. Remember?”
I dug my nails into his thighs, a whiny and needy moan bubbling up my throat. I wrapped my tongue around his tip, stroking along the underside of his head a few times until the bitter taste of his precum leaked out.
I wanted what he was promising so fucking bad. I’d do anything. Anything to experience the fantasy I’d built up in my head.
Could Marlow do that?
Actually fulfill that seemingly impossible desire?
He appeared up for the challenge.
His laugh was soft, though thick with lust. “I have a feeling no one’s treated you the way you need to be, Blake.”
Fuck, how did he know?
How did he read me so easily?
He nodded as if I’d answered him. “Yeah, we’re gonna fix that.”
His words shot straight down to my dick, causing my balls to squeeze painfully with the need to already come again.
“Open your mouth,” he instructed, shifting his weight onto the hand still planted next to my head.
I did so obediently, opening wide for him, and flattened my tongue to catch whatever came leaking out of that tip again. He took his hand off my jaw to grip himself, rubbing his leaking head against my tongue a few times to clean it.
“You like it a little rough, Blake?”
I nodded quickly.
He swore under his breath and then shoved himself back into my mouth without warning.
My eyes went wide but I kept my throat relaxed in order to keep from gagging the moment his dick touched the back of it.
He gripped my hair by the fringe, using it as a lever to work himself in and out of my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he growled.
Spit mixed with precum drooled from the corners of my lips, streaking across my cheeks and down to the mattress.
I held onto his thighs, feeling his muscles flexing under the skin with each rock of his body.
There was hardly any time to pull in short and quick breaths in between thrusts, making it nearly impossible to keep my eyes from watering.
My body was buzzing with pleasure, so turned on that if I was as rock hard as earlier, I would’ve come simply at the wet, sloppy sound of Marlow’s dick sliding down and out of my throat.
He dug his hips down against my lips, holding himself there while slowing his thrusts and staying in place. He burrowed his cock down my throat, pulsing as he drew closer to coming.
“Hold it there,” he said, keeping us both steady. “Little more...”
I swallowed around him, blinking back the tears that were springing to my eyes.
“Fuck...” His skin was flushed with a light sheen. “Oh, fuck, Blake. Little more...”
Oh, he’s close.
Marlow’s face was blissed out with his jaw slack and eyes slightly wide while he stared down at me—almost like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He drew back suddenly, trying to quickly get himself out of my mouth, a garbled curse leaving his lips.
Where the hell did he think he was going?
I bit my nails down into his thighs, startling him from actually going any farther than a few inches and giving me enough leverage with how lax his grip had become in my hair to lean forward and draw him back fully into my mouth.
If he was that worried about coming, he didn’t need to be. I’d drink it down like fucking water in the middle of the desert.
“Blake—” He stopped himself, forcing my head back down again and then leaning into it. “God, you fucking want this so bad, don’t you.”
He rolled his hips again, spreading his thighs farther apart and then shifting his weight onto them in order to steady himself while he used my mouth as a Fleshlight. He kept a close hold on my hair, using it to ground himself while his dick made a mess of me.
I choked on him again the second he slammed against the back of my throat, the sudden tightening around him finally tipping him over the edge. He came with a deep moan, hips jerking with each pulse of his cum bleeding down my throat.
He shuddered, slowly letting go of me. “Okay, I take it all back. Really sorry about the virgin thing.”
I laughed around him, keeping my lips taunt and my tongue gliding up and down his shaft.
If he let me suck on this thing all night, I would.
Gladly.