Chapter 16 Freddie
Freddie
Marlon steps around me and heads to the door, leaving me behind fully bewildered. I never would have thought we could get to a good place when I got here—but him leaving me behind now makes me insecure. It’s not a feeling I’m used to, but I’ve rarely felt as vulnerable as I have today.
He said he loved me. I could feel him wanting me.
So what is this?
I turn my head just in time to watch him wrench open the door to his room. “Clara!” he bellows. It’s a shock to hear him be so loud, he’s usually so soft-spoken. “Clar!”
“What?” I hear her reply, muffled by the door. Marlon has half stepped out into the corridor and I want to pull him back to me. Into my arms. How can anything about Clara be more important than going back to kissing me?
A door bangs somewhere down the hall and I can’t help but smile a little.
I’ve never seen the Rothe siblings interact outside of drinks with the team every now and then.
It’s a side of Marlon I’ve never seen before and it’s funny to witness.
I sneak a little closer to the door so I can hear what’s going on.
“I need you out of the apartment,” Marlon says. “Now.” Oooh. I like his tone. I like it a lot. He’s determined and commanding, almost authoritative. During games, he often tells the other players on the team where to go and how to do better, despite his age. It’s hot to hear that tone now.
“What the fuck?” Clara is clearly not used to her baby brother ordering her around. “Absolutely not,” she says, “I literally just ordered curry.”
“Nope.” Ungh. How can I get Marlon to give me commands in bed one day? As much fun as it has been to top him, I would love to switch roles at some point. Have him cover me with his muscular body. “—live with the consequences.” Oops. Daydreaming made me miss part of the conversation.
“I’m not—”
“Clara. I will not be quiet during what happens next, and I don’t want you here to witness it. You don’t want to be here to witness it. So get out. Now.”
My breath hitches in my throat and goosebumps race down my spine.
Holy shit, I’m so hot for this guy. I love how he takes charge.
I also love how he’s pliant underneath my hands, adventurous and willing to experiment.
I also love the way he looked at me earlier, soft and exasperated at the same time.
Apparently, I love everything about him.
“Oh.” Clara sounds stunned. “Oh!” This time, she sounds delighted. “Well, that changes things. Okay then!” Something clatters and then light footfalls pad down the hall. Marlon’s heavier ones follow suit.
Clara peeks her head through the door and grins when she sees me.
Her hair is tied up in a messy bun and she wears an oversized t-shirt and leggings, looking slightly disheveled and lovely.
“Well done,” she tells me, as Marlon appears behind her.
“I’ll go out for a long walk. Loonngggg.
” She raises one eyebrow. “Make it worth it.”
“Oh my god.” Marlon’s cheeks pinken. It’s a beautiful sight. “Get out.”
Clara half-turns and pats his cheek. “Have fun, boys! Don’t forget to wear condoms.”
“Out!” Marlon almost shouts, this time.
“And plenty of lube!” With these parting words, she gives me a grin and a wink, kisses her little brother on the cheek, and flounces away.
Marlon stares at me, visibly embarrassed, and we wait in silence for the apartment door to close behind Clara. Then Marlon turns, apparently needing to make sure she actually left, and only then do his shoulders sag in relief. “I’m so sorry.”
I grin at him. “It’s all good advice,” I say with a shrug. Marlon is here. I’m here. We’re in love. It’s disgusting and beautiful and so, so exciting. Nothing could dampen my mood right now. “I like her.”
Marlon snorts, clearly not agreeing with me, then shakes his head and blinks twice. He looks a little shaken and I decide to take matters into my own hands.
Still grinning, I step up to him and let my hands close over his narrow waist.
Marlon exhales and I can feel his muscles relax under my touch.
I tilt my head back slightly to look at him. “Ready to have your mind blown?”
He smirks and I know what he’s going to say before he even opens his mouth. “I’d prefer if you blew something else.”
Idiotically, my heart flutters. Because of a single dumb joke, predictable as can be. I laugh and lean my forehead against his, then press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you so much.” It’s so easy to forget he’s as much of a dumbass as I am. Sometimes, anyway.
Marlon laughs against my lips, but he doesn’t let me go. “That’s what does it for you?” he asks. “Me finally stooping to your level?”
“Stooping—” I gasp in mock outrage. “Excuse you very much!”
He steps even closer, making our bodies touch from chest to thighs. “I said what I said.” There’s soft mocking in his tone, and a hint of his dominant voice from earlier, and I am putty in his hands.
I rock against him, seeking friction, and Marlon gasps, a tiny sound leaking from his mouth.
“I did say I wanted to grovel,” I say, slightly breathless.
“So I’ll let this go. But let the record show I disagree!
” But I’m already grinning because I love it.
I want the banter, I want sparks flying between us, in bed and outside of it.
I want to laugh with him, laugh at him, score goals with him, be proud of him, blow his mind.
Show him I love him. Over and over again.
So I drop to my knees in front of him. “You mentioned blowing?”
His exhale hangs heavy in the air between us and his lips fall open. “Yes. Freddie. Please.”
I press my nose into his belly, hard abs covered by barely any fat, and deeply inhale his scent. “Anything you want, Mar. Always.”
His hands wind into my hair, fingertips pressing against my skull. “Then fuck me.” A quiet groan slips from him as my breath hitches. “Hard. Give me all you got.”
Yes. Yesyesyes. I regret nothing we’ve done together but I do regret never going all the way. I want to feel him. All of him. Want to lose myself in him, show him how much he means to me. “You got it.” My voice is barely more of a whisper, all of me brimming with anticipation.
So, because we’ve done a lot of talking today, I decide we’re done with that part of the evening, and lick his shorts.
I don’t feel anything, not through two layers of fabric, but Marlon moans nonetheless.
Emboldened, I grab the waistband of the shorts and pull them over his ass, leaving them halfway down his thighs and only his underwear between me and my target.
I could—maybe should—take my time with him, truly cherish him.
This is our first time as—well, as a couple, I guess.
It feels odd, calling us that, even in my own mind, yet at the same time it makes my belly warm and glowy from the inside. I want to make sure Marlon feels the same, this intense happiness, but I hope he’ll understand anyway. My need for him is bigger than my feeling of responsibility.
As if in response to my thoughts, Marlon’s hand tightens on my skull and the other fumbles with the waistband of his briefs.
I laugh a little, exhilarated and glad. He is so fucking perfect for me.
There’s a blind understanding between us far beyond the field we play on.
He wants me, wants this, as much as I do.
There’s no point holding back when we’re both desperate to take the next step.
So I help him pull his briefs down, push two fingers into my mouth and roll my tongue around them, then eagerly replace them with his cock.
We both moan when I first make contact and my eyes fall closed.
Something contracts deep within me, lust and want and love tightening into one tight ball, and I grab his delicious, muscular cheeks and hold on for dear life as I suck him down.
One finger slides towards his hole, touches, carefully at first, then rubs with more intent.
Marlon bucks forward into my mouth and I choke a little.
“Sorry.” His hands leave my skull and move to my face instead, cradling it in such a sweet gesture I could swoon. “Fuck, sorry, I forgot how good you are. Come on, let’s take this to the bed.”
“Do you keep your lube there?”, I ask hopefully, and Marlon grins at me as he pulls his T-shirt up over his head.
“And condoms. It’s all there, baby, ready for you.”
Oh, god. Baby. An embarrassing whimper escapes me, but I couldn’t have held back if my life depended on it. How is this day one of us being together and Marlon can already reduce me to an emotional mess with a single word?
Marlon gets on the bed, sprawled out and grinning and the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
There’s a levity in his gaze, a freedom in his expression I haven’t seen before.
I did that. Us finally being together did that.
“How about I blow you while you prep me?” Marlon’s words pierce through my emotional fog and my cock throbs eagerly before I’ve properly processed the words.
“Uhh—” I’ve forgotten how to form words. The imagery alone is too much.
Marlon cocks his head, halfway between amused and concerned. “No? Too much? Not a fan of 69-ing? All good, we can—”
“You need to stop talking,” I burst out, then pull of my own T-shirt and hurry to get out of the rest of my clothes with no grace or restraint. “Everything you say is so fucking hot and my brain is already running on empty and—”
He laughs and pulls me by the hand, making me tumble on top of him. He rolls us around, effortlessly, and our hard cocks slot together like they were made for it. I hiss and Marlon exhales in a stutter. I could come like this, with just a bit of movement, a tiny bit of friction—but I want more.
“I want you,” I tell Marlon and look up at his beautiful face. “So fucking much. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”