Chapter 3 #3
He gives as good as he gets and holy shit, we’re only snogging but this is already in my top three sexual encounters of all time.
His shirt comes off at some point between kisses and I pull back to look at him again.
I know his body, have changed and showered next to him for years, but this is different.
This time, I’m looking at him, taking it all in.
Allowing myself to appreciate all the things I usually ignore for the sake of team dynamics and my own sanity.
He squirms, as if he can feel my stare on his skin, and the air between us crackles. There’s something electric there, a moment charged with the promise of great things to come. Like the perfect pass before the goal.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.
“I want you,” Marlon says at the same time.
We both laugh, breathlessly, then Marlon looks at me with an intensity that is almost too much. “I mean it, yeah? I don’t know how far I can go, but I want—skin, and—touch you, and—” His stammering fades, but I know what he means.
I hold my breath, can’t believe this is happening. “Yes.” It comes out quiet, almost a whisper. I don’t want to ruin the moment. “I’ll make this so good for you, baby. Just you wait.”
Marlon shivers and I realise too late that the pet name has slipped out. Thank god he seems to like it. He’ll have to put up with a lot of tenderness, because I love making my partners feel good. It’s a big part of what makes sex appealing to me.
I push him, trying to get back on top, and he goes easily.
His eyes are dark, his skin heated, his lips puffy and red from kissing.
Nobody has any right to be as devastatingly handsome as he is right now.
“I’m going to undress you,” I say and swallow.
I meant it as a heads-up, but I can’t help but show him how much I want him.
“I’ll strip you down until you’re naked in front of me, and when you are, I will worship your cock.
Lick it, suck it, until you’re coming apart underneath me. ”
Marlon whimpers and closes his eyes and I swallow, hard.
“If you’re up for another round after that,” I add, sure it won’t turn him off, “we can try more.”
“More,” he gasps and his body tenses underneath me. For a heartbeat, I wonder if I was too forward, but when he opens his eyes again, they’re lust-drunk. “Yes.”
I smile. “We’ll get to it,” I promise softly. “Don’t you worry.” I unbutton his jeans, sure I won’t be able to wait any longer than I have to.
They come off easily and he arches off the bed to give me easier access. He is so damn eager, and it makes my heart sing.
“Wait,” he then says, “you’re still—” Instead of speaking, he leans up and fumbles with my own jeans buttons.
I help him, toeing my socks off along the way, and then get back on top of him.
Marlon’s eyes are fixed on the outline of my cock in my underwear, looking at it like he’s never seen one before.
He probably hasn’t, to be fair, not this close.
His erection twitches under me and I smile.
We’ll have to get him out of his briefs, and soon, but I’ll let him have another moment of coming to terms with all of this.
He looks dazed, but in a good way—I think—so I bend down, push his briefs down a little and softly touch the skin of his hipbone with my lips.
He startles and I grin to myself. Like I thought, he was in his own head.
Probably getting anxious. Slowly, my hands explore his body, carefully luring him away from any panicked thoughts he might have, while I place gentle, open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of his stomach.
His abs are hard under the skin when he pulls in a sharp breath, and, jeez. Marlon is something special.
I slide down further and spread his legs so I can make myself comfortable between them.
He wants me to keep going until he stops me, so I tug at his briefs and he lifts his hips obediently.
As I slide them off, I take a moment to look at his dick, hard and with a bead of precum on the tip, smooth and long like him.
Carefully, I bend over it and lick the precum off him.
An animalistic sound escapes Marlon and he throws his head to the side, mussing up his hair.
Good. Get out your head, sweetheart, and enjoy.
I’m having fun. I go slow, but I never once hesitate.
I know exactly what I want and I will give it to him.
Kitten kisses, tender licks, fingers carefully fondling his balls.
He throbs in my mouth and I love every second of it.
“Ohmygod,” he says, over and over, as if all other words have left him. “Freddie, fuck, yes—”
It’s a stream of half-jumbled words falling from his lips and the more indistinguishable they become, the better I feel. Marlon’s losing his mind under my touch and it doesn’t take him long at all until his eyes suddenly fly open.
“Fuck,” he hisses and tenses. “Shit, stop, Freddie, I—shit—”
I know what he’s trying to do, but there’s no way. I want to taste him. So I lift my head until our gazes meet, then, when I’m sure he sees me, I wink and suck, hard.
He comes undone and fills my mouth and I suck and swallow until he’s got nothing left to give me. I hold his softening dick for a minute longer, then softly release him.
Marlon might be unconscious, judging by how still he is.
I grin to myself and crawl up so I can prop myself next to him.
Look at his face. He’s blissed out, a look that I’ve never seen on his face before.
Did I think he was beautiful before? This—god, I don’t even know.
He makes parts of me go weak that have never been involved in sex before.
My heart. My soul. That’s a weird thing to think, probably, because how can a soul go weak? I don’t know, but it is true.
This is a one-time thing. I know that. It can never be more than that, it’s dangerous enough as it is.
But for these few heartbeats, I allow myself to enjoy it all.
Soak it up, the tenderness in me and the way I want to protect him, hold him.
Kiss him until we’re both out of breath and then do it all over again.
His eyes flutter open and I tell myself to get it together. “Hey.” I sound so damn loved-up and I need to get rid of it, pronto.
Marlon clears his throat and smiles up at me.
“Hey.” He’s still hoarse and pride surges inside me.
Yep, that was my doing. “Oh my god,” he says, “Freddie, I—” His grin almost splits his face in half.
“Sorry for lasting about thirty seconds. You didn’t have to—you know.
” He gestures at his own mouth, suddenly a little shy.
I grin down at him because that’s what I should be doing. Be cheeky and teasing, not going all soft for him. “Are you kidding? Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
His smile turns bashful, and he lifts an arm as if to prop himself up too, then flops back onto the duvet. “You broke me.”
I laugh. “Well, get some rest then, put yourself back together. There’s more to come if you want.”
“How am I the one who’s exhausted?” he asks with a small groan, but he doesn’t sound mad about it. “You did all the work!”
I laugh again and bend my head so he can’t see my eyes.
I know I should shake off these soft feelings, but it’s hard when he’s splayed out like this, emotions written so clearly on his face.
“You did so good,” I say. “You were so perfect for me. Believe me when I say this wasn’t work.
Nothing we do together could ever feel like work. ”
Shit. That was a lot more than what I wanted to say, but luckily, I don’t think Marlon realises how serious I was. Instead, he lifts a hand to cover his eyes. “Shut up, oh my god, you’re making me blush.”
“Would you prefer I make you scream?” It’s only half a joke, because I am still very hard and the idea of doing more with Marlon makes my skin prickle in the best kind of way.
“Fuck.” Marlon exhales sharply. “You can’t say stuff like that to me, I’m a blushing virgin!” He’s certainly blushing, all the way down his neck and the top of his torso. I’ve gotten under his skin, and I love the idea of naughty images parading around Marlon’s head. Of him being naughty with me.
“You’re no longer a virgin, boo.” I still tease him, but I also want him to understand this.
In the wonderful world of queer sex, it’s about so much more than penetration.
“So if that’s all you want to do, that’s great.
We both had a fantastic time. You don’t have to do anything to prove a point.
” I certainly don’t think penetration is on the cards for tonight.
It would be a bit much, to go from thinking you’re straight to full anal in one evening.
Marlon bites his lip, then sighs, closing his eyes. “Thanks. Can, we, erm—” He seems embarrassed, suddenly. “Can we cuddle?” The last word is almost a whisper and I have to hold back a smile at how cute he is.
Instead, I pull back the covers, making him roll a little on the mattress, then throw myself on the bed and pull him close to me. “Deffo,” I say, which makes him laugh. I turn to my side so we’re facing each other, then put an arm around him and pull the duvet over us. “This is amazing.”
He wraps an arm around me too and then presses a kiss to the top of my head. Tingles dance through my stomach at the touch and I use the opportunity to snuggle even closer. He’s right, I think, my eyelids heavy, this really is amazing. I wish it would never end.
I’m awoken by a hand that’s gently massaging my arse, and I moan before I’m even fully awake yet. The hand moves, drifting across my side until it reaches my soft cock. A sleepy, happy sigh drops from my lips and the hand moves to fondle my balls, then back to my cock, which is plumping.
“Morning, sunshine.” Marlon bends down and kisses me softly.
Fuck, what a way to wake up. The way he kisses me, touches me, like it means something.
Argh. Nope. We’re not getting delusional.