Chapter 18 #2
Every time he bent over or squatted, every time he pulled on a pair of pants or shorts that brushed over the spot, every time he climbed up a set of stairs or walked from his office to the mess hall, I wanted it to be tender enough to remind him of me with every step, every movement.
Call it an ego thing or the sliver of narcissism I was bound to have in me from my chosen career path.
Pulling back to survey my work, his thigh was a sharp shade of red, the outer edges of it turning slightly purple. “Perfect.”
He swallowed audibly, his face flushed. “Marlow...”
Such a pathetic way to say my name.
I loved it.
Letting him go just for a second, I stripped my shirt off and made quick work of my pants next. My dick bobbed the moment it was free, the head of it red and angry looking from how rough I had it grinding against the inside of my cargos.
Taking it in my fist, I stroked along the shaft a few times, giving myself a little bit of relief in the meantime. It wasn’t much, not in the way I wanted, but it would do for now.
Blake’s eyes were locked onto my hand, his lips wet from where he’d just swiped his tongue over them.
A part of me was desperate to get that mouth around me again, to feel his throat tighten until I spilled down his throat and fed him the dinner he most likely skipped in order to hole himself up here longer.
Another time.
I’d figure out a way to steal him away from his youth groups this week. I had to. Going an entire week without him wasn’t going to fly. Not this time. Not now when I finally had confirmation we were in the same damn boat of instability when it came to the energy radiating between us.
This street wasn’t as one-sided as I thought it was and I’d be damned to let it return that way.
“Say that again.” My cock brushed up against his thigh when I moved closer to him again, smearing the leftover saliva still coating his mark on my tip. “I want you to keep saying it.”
“Marlow.”
Oh, he was indulging me tonight.
What a good and obedient thing he was.
In return, I gave him a nice hard slap on the underside of his thigh, earning a wail in response. “Marlow!”
Fuck, that was turning me on so bad.
Who knew my own name out of those plush lips would rev me up like that?
Actually, Blake could probably recite the fucking alphabet and it would get me going. He was lucky at this point, I wasn’t giving into my baser instincts to jack off over him and use my cum as a mark instead.
I lowered my mouth again down onto his other thigh, mirroring the mark on the other side and giving him a matching one there.
His squirming made the process sloppy, his thigh slick from my mouth when I finally pulled away to judge my work.
His skin shined slightly in the lighting, a thin sheen causing his skin to glisten.
An idea sparking, I drew his legs together. “Like I said, we’re going to improvise.”
He let out a harsh breath. “Ohhh... Marlow...”
Wrapping an arm around his shins, I kept them pressed against my shoulder, one hand trapping his ankles together to keep him from moving around too much.
Using my other, I let a trail of spit fall from my lips and hit my dick, using it to cover my shaft.
Inching closer to him once again, I dragged my tip along the seam of Blake’s thighs, rearing back my hips to thrust against that line.
This would have to do for now. As much as I wanted to sink into that tight heat of his that was teasing me so badly right now, we’d have to save it for another time.
Pressing against the seam of his thighs once more, I reared back again and shoved my way through the tight folds. Blake’s gasp was all I needed to hear to send my balls tightening up and a few beads of precum to leak out of me, coating his inner thighs and wetting them more.
“Next time,” I said. He was slick enough now that I could glide in between his thighs easily.
Those thick, ropey muscles were a nice pressure against me as I fucked them, enough where I could envision I was someplace else instead.
“Next time we see each other, I’m going to have a whole box of condoms waiting.
I’ll get someone to do a drugstore run for me.
I’m not letting you leave until we use at least a sleeve. ”
I was so tired of us dancing around this fucking subject. It was actually torturing me at this point.
Maybe using an entire sleeve was a bit of wishful thinking on my part, but at the rate we were going at and what I still needed to explore of him, we’d be lucky if we only needed one box.
Turning my head to brush my lips against his ankle, I grazed my teeth along the bone, following it until it gave way to muscle. I bit down until I felt his foot spasm in my grasp.
“Have some,” he choked out.
My hips stuttered and then clapped against the backs of his thighs hard.
What the hell did he say?
He already had some?
What the fuck, I thought he was single?
My teeth let go of him. “What does that mean?”
Blake’s head was resting back against the desk, his eyes closed and a blissed out expression relaxing his features.
His fingers were still flexing in their makeshift restraint, though he was being good and keeping them above his head where they belonged.
His stomach clenched with each thrust of my dick between his thighs, his skin growing slick with sweat.
He was so fucking perfect it was painful.
“Blake,” I prompted again.
Actually, if it turned out he’d been propositioned by someone, I was going to have a fucking meltdown. Or worse? If he’d told them yes and then simply hadn’t gotten around to bringing them over yet.
I wasn’t going to compete. I’d lay that other fucker out on the ground before they ever touched Blake.
“You,” he said cryptically.
I brushed my other hand down the side of his leg, following the curve of his hip, and then swatted him back into reality. “Me what?”
He groaned in response. “You wanted them.”
Now, I was really confused. Since when the hell did I—
“Are you talking about when I asked you to go find me condoms to sleep with that swinger couple?”
He let out a disgusted noise.
Oh.
Oh, man.
Did he keep them from me on purpose?
“Blake. Did you lie to me? When did you find them?”
“Stop,” he whined.
Oh, he so did.
What a shit.
I threw my head back to laugh, rearing my hips back just enough before slamming them forward into him and burying my cock between his thighs. This is exactly how I’d fuck the jealousy out of him. I’d stretch that hole of his until he knew exactly who the hell I was taking to my bed.
The clapping sound our bodies sent a shiver racing up my spine.
“You are the most jealous man I’ve ever met. What, you thought not giving them to me would stop me?”
He turned his head to try and bury his face into the crook of his arm. The odd angle from how his upper limbs were tied together wasn’t giving him a very successful hiding spot, leaving the right half of his face completely exposed.
From this angle, I could see most of his expression—a pulled back pucker of his lips that told me he was indeed not having fun talking about this subject.
I swatted the curve of his ass again. “Answer me.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered.
“Where are they?”
There was another pause. I swiped my hand against his hip, giving it a hard love tap. “My cabin,” he said, instantly.
Good. Excellent. No bribing his staff necessary. “How many?”
“Ugh.”
“Blake.” I nipped at his ankle again. “How many?”
“Enough.”
“A whole box, one might say?” I ventured.
He simply grunted in response.
Oh, this was even better.
That sold it. I was absolutely stealing him away this week from his teenage ducklings.
I wasn’t taking any excuses from him and allowing him to try and play the good director by avoiding me in order to pretend he was still keeping up the professional boundaries.
There was no point in denying the chemistry we had.
Not when we were dying to follow it through all the way.
Why torture ourselves when we’d eventually stumble our way into bed anyway?
Turning back to his legs, I sunk my teeth down deep into his skin, clenching my jaw until I was locked into him, holding him in place in order to really drill between his thighs.
I needed to cover him in a grotesque way.
To the point where there were no questions on who I was entertaining and who was simply a fleeting flirtation.
“Oh, fuck!” His back arched again, nearly lifting his entire upper body off of the desk. “Marlow... please!”
He asks so nicely.
My legs burned from the endurance, pounding myself between his thighs while they clenched around me with each thrust. Fuck, if he felt this good from the outside, imagine how incredible he was going to be once I finally had him sitting on my dick.
The image of him bouncing in my lap, driving me deeper into that pulsating hole while he leaned against me and was sweating from the exertion, his eyes glassy with how turned on he was. Fuck, it immediately sent me right over the edge.
My balls gave a firm squeeze, staining his skin with my cum and smearing it front to back with each residual pump of my hips to draw out my orgasm. It was too good. Too fucking good for this to be another one-time thing.
I let out a long groan.
Fuck.
Releasing his ankles carefully, I lowered his legs back down onto the desk, draping them over the side of it while he went limp.
The slick remnants of my cum coated his thighs and parts of his stomach where it’d shot out as I was still fucking him.
Seeing him like this, covered in me, was an even better gift to leave him with than the hickeys I’d sucked into his skin.
His breath was coming out of him in harsh pants, his cock still swollen and resting against his belly. Cupping my hand and dragging it along his thigh, I covered my palm and fingers with my own cum, bringing it up to wrap around his cock and move my hand in long, languid swipes.
With barely five passes of my palm over his tip, Blake jerked in my hold, his hips spasming as his own orgasm rolled through him and he spilled all over the both of us. My hand dripped from our spend, tempting me to pop each and every one of my fingers into my mouth to taste.
Blake let out a shuddering exhale, slowly blinking his eyes open as his body grew limp once more. “Wow.”
My mouth twisted up into a smirk.
I trailed my dirty hand up from his belly, to his chest, tracing winding patterns until I reached his neck. The second I had my hand wrapped around his throat, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, a shudder rippling through him.
“Blake.”
He let out a soft grunt in response.
“You’re coming back to my cabin tonight.”
If he wanted to accuse me of kidnapping him, then so be it. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time around.
Aftercare wasn’t simply about cleaning up the mess you made of each other afterward. It was so much more than that, and I’d be damned if I let Blake go back to his place, alone, in order to potentially avoid any wandering eyes and risk facing a comedown from something like this by himself.
There was a reason scenes ended with a specific ritual afterward.
I waited until he slowly blinked his eyes open again, repeating what I said to him until recognition bloomed in his gaze.
Finally, he nodded. “Okay.”
My entire body relaxed instantly.
Good.