Chapter 5 #3
I’m frozen for a second, mesmerised by him.
Gone is the guy who kissed like he might get hurt.
This Marlon knows what he wants and is not afraid to ask for it.
It’s not often I’m at a loss for words, but right now I have no idea how to respond.
Because this Marlon? He wants me. And it’s all I’ve ever hoped for and more.
Slowly, I turn, and the sight I’m greeted with gets me fully hard. Marlon has reclined onto the many pillows the hotel staff have piled up on his bed, one arm behind his head, showing off his biceps, one leg stretched out, the other at a slight angle. The space between his legs calls out to me.
Marlon blinks at me, slowly. “Changed your mind?” There’s a teasing note in his voice but I hear something else underneath, too.
Something he tries hard to hide, but I know him too well.
I saw him, only minutes ago, up there on the roof.
I love this seductive facade he’s putting on, but I also want to give him reassurance. Support.
“Fuck no.” I tear my briefs and socks down gracelessly, then hurry to the bed and crawl towards Marlon.
My gaze caresses his naked body, so beautiful even in the unflattering hotel lighting.
When I get close enough, I nudge his legs apart and kiss my way up his thigh, sloppily, greedily.
Goosebumps follow my touch and I love how responsive he is.
I duck my head so I can lick his balls. “You look incredible.” I lick again when Marlon moans.
His hand holds his cock, stroking it lazily, and I want to live in this moment forever. “Been thinking about this,” I murmur into the crease of his hips, where the skin is so soft it makes me weak in the knees.
I realise too late how much I’ve given away, and I freeze. Shit. I never meant to say anything like this—never wanted anyone, least of all Marlon, know how much he’s been on my mind.
Not…fuck. Not on my mind. Obviously. Just spank bank material. Super casual. Super normal.
I gaze up at Marlon’s face, almost scared of what I’ll find there, but his eyes are closed and I don’t think he heard me. Thank fuck. That would have been an awkward conversation to have. I had one job to do, and I did it. The end. Well, no, not the end, because we’re back at it again, but still.
With a sigh, I squeeze my eyes shut to rid myself of all these thoughts. I don’t want to think when I’m in bed with someone. I want to enjoy. And I have the most beautiful man in the world right in front of me, all mine. For now, anyway.
I lick the top of his cock and he breathes out, heavily.
I smile to myself and do it again. His tiny, needy sounds are like a drug, making me want more and more and more.
Is it fucking dangerous to be doing this in a hotel with team staff, colleagues, and bosses?
One hundred percent. Could it cost both of us our careers if anyone ever found out?
For sure. Do I care? Not even a little bit.
I’ll take whatever I can have, whenever I can have it.
Marlon winds his fingers into my wet hair and pulls me closer, and I go down happily. Another whimper falls from Marlon’s lips and it encourages me to keep going. Make him feel good. Show him what a good idea it is to do this, and do it with me.
I can still smell the cold rain on him and it drives me wild. Maybe because it reminds me of where we were minutes ago, and the fact that I’m the one who’s distracting him from his sorrow. I pulled him out of his despair. He’s here now, under me, warm and wanted and so damn perfect.
Marlon arches off the bed when he comes, spilling in my mouth like he did last time, but there’s no awkwardness around it tonight. I’ve barely finished swallowing all of it when he pulls me up and kisses me greedily, licks into my mouth, and he must be tasting himself on my tongue.
“Mar,” I whisper against his lips, and press myself as close to him as I can. Everything is so different with him. More intense. More desperate. I’m floating when he kisses me, or maybe I’m falling, I’m not fully sure.
Eventually, the kiss slows down, becomes languid and content rather than needy. “I want to blow you,” Marlon says against my lips.
My moan escapes me almost before I’ve fully grasped the meaning of the words.
“I appreciate you trying to make me feel special,” he goes on. “But I need something else right now.”
I blink. I wasn’t trying to make him special—he just is. So maybe that’s how I touch him, how I look at him. Like he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Okay. Yeah. Sure.”
Marlon’s grin is a little bashful and something inside me melts. “Can’t leave you hanging twice, right?”
A soundless laugh escapes me because if he thinks I need a reward after he’s given me his body, he is so wrong. But I’m dying to find out what his mouth feels like around my hard cock, so I roll myself off him and land on the bed next to him. The pillow is wet from his hair and warm from his heat.
Marlon pushes himself into a seated position, then looks down at me with a soft smile that makes my heart go a little crazy. “Stop,” he says quietly, booping my nose with his finger.
“What? I’m not doing anything!”
“Looking at me like that.” He shakes his head but there’s no reprimand in his tone, nothing but warmth in his gaze. I look up at him and get lost in the connection as we take each other in. Finally, Marlon shakes his head. “You should see yourself.”
I worry, suddenly, that he might have seen too much in my eyes.
Seen everything. All the things I’m trying so desperately to suppress.
So I hastily wipe the grin off my face and close my eyes.
“Bracing myself for a terrible blowjob,” I quip, frantic to cover up my emotions. “Trying to be encouraging.”
Marlon grins, slow and crooked, almost predatory, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Kind of you,” he murmurs, then lowers himself to the bed, pushing down to my groin.
His hands sneak around my thighs, spreading them open.
His lips brush over the sensitive skin under my bellybutton.
“I appreciate it.” His hot breath ghosts over my skin and draws an involuntary whimper from me.
Soft kisses along my skin follow, driving all coherent thought from my brain. I don’t know what I was expecting—clumsiness, maybe, or even anger, after everything that happened today—but not this gentleness. It unravels me.
When he licks a slow stripe up my cock, I groan and one of my hands finds its way into his damp hair. I’m not trying to control anything, don’t want to push him, I’m just desperate to hold on. Anchor myself in his presence so I can believe this is happening.
Marlon hums, clearly enjoying the touch, and the vibration reverberates through my entire body.
He takes me, then again, deeper this time, and I tense.
He’s determined. I know what his face looks like right now, I’ve seen it a thousand times on the field.
Only this time, I’m the target he’s trying to get at.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
He pulls back for a second, his lips shiny, his gaze intense.
“Good.” He goes back to sucking on my cock so quickly I can’t even come up with a response.
My brain short-circuits. I had forgotten what a real, intense, wanton blowjob is like.
How fucking good it is. I haven’t been with anyone since December, lost in my hopeless Marlon crush, and before that …
I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this wanted.
Marlon’s big hands are strong and steady on my thighs, his mouth eager and intense, and I feel owned in the softest possible way, something I never knew I craved until this very moment.
“Fuck,” I finally get out, when he caresses my balls with feathery light touches, “Mar, shit, I’m close—”
He doesn’t stop; if anything, he goes even harder, and I come with a ragged cry that Marlon silences with a steady hand over my mouth. My hips tremble and he swallows everything I have to give.
For a moment, we stay like this, then he slowly lets my softening cock slip from his mouth and sits up. He glances my way, oddly shy as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He is so goddamn beautiful somebody should make him pay a fine for it. This isn’t fair.
“Holy shit,” I wheeze, working hard to catch my breath. “What the fuck was that? How are you so good at this?”
Marlon shrugs, one-shouldered, casual as can be. He doesn’t look at me. “Been practicing.”
My brain is still not back at full capacity and so it takes me a second to fully grasp what he said. “Wait—what?” I sit up and stare at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“Sorry you weren’t my first.” His tone is sarcastic, almost grim. Like he’s trying to keep me away. “Didn’t know I should have saved myself for you.”
The words land like a sucker punch and I inhale sharply. “That’s not—” I stop myself. Yeah, okay, maybe it is like that, but I can’t go there right now. “That’s so fucking dangerous!”
Marlon gets up off the bed. “Oh yeah?” There’s a coolness in his voice I’ve never heard before. He heads over to his bag and grabs a fresh T-shirt, pulling it over his head, covering all that glorious muscle. “Like it’s dangerous when you do it?”
“That’s different—” I start, though I’m not sure how to go on. The truth I don’t want to acknowledge is that it’s the exact same thing. There’s a reason besides my misguided emotions that I haven’t been on the apps lately. With my sudden rise to fame, it’s getting too risky.
The same is true for Marlon.
He’s still across the room, putting on boxer briefs. Him somewhat dressed and me still naked makes me feel vulnerable. Instinctively, I scoot up the bed and pull the covers over me.
“I’m a big boy,” Marlon says coolly. “I know what I’m doing.” All the softness from mere minutes ago is gone now, and he’s no longer the sweet, almost shy friend he’s always been. He sounds more grown-up, more serious, and that’s weird and also unexpectedly hot.
“Mar.” I reach a hand out to him, trying to smooth over the strange tension. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—I didn’t want—”
The lines of his chin are hard as he looks at me. “Then don’t.” He sighs and his features soften. “Sorry. It’s been…a day.”
“Yeah.” My arm is still outstretched and I wave my hand, invitingly. “I know. Come here.”
Marlon hesitates for a second, then rubs his eye and nods, moves back towards the bed.
I grab a hold of him as soon as I can, pulling him to me. He tumbles onto me and laughs, involuntarily. I push him to his back then rest my head on his chest. I know I can’t stay here. All of this has been a mistake. A mistake I enjoyed too much to regret.
Marlon’s arm wraps around me and he exhales slowly, his muscles relaxing. “Thanks,” he whispers and his fingers get tangled in my hair for a second, caressing my skin.
I fucking melt against him, it feels so good. I feel so…at home.
Shit.
It’s the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time, but I push myself off of Marlon’s chest and sit up. I have to. We can’t do this. “You doing better?” I smile down at him like I’m not breaking my own heart right now.
Marlon looks at me with a sadness that’s worse than the sorrow from up on the terrace. Then he blinks and the expression is gone, like it was never there. “Yeah,” he says softly and smiles back. “I needed that.”
I give him a tiny salute. “Glad to be of service. If you ever need another distraction, you know where to find me.”
Fuck.
That shouldn’t have left my mouth.
It shouldn’t even have been on my mind.
I swallow and raise both hands, doing my best to produce my usual shit-eating grin. “Kidding, obviously. Kidding. Obviously this can’t happen again.”
Marlon nods slowly, then closes his eyes. “Obviously.” He sits up and rubs his eyes. “I should sleep.”
Yep. He should. I should too. I jump off the bed and hurry over to my pile of damp clothes. It’s disgusting to put them back on, but at least it’s only for the short walk back to my own room. “Right,” I say, once I’m dressed. “So…”
“Yes.” Marlon’s voice is quiet and I don’t look at him. Can’t look at him.
I hesitate for another heartbeat, then I check through the spyhole in the door that there’s no-one outside and leave. Obviously this can’t happen again, I repeat to myself and try not to struggle with the thought that I will never get to hold him again.