Chapter 19 Freddie #2
“Good.” He pushes me through the bedroom door and I stumble backwards, then pull my shirt over my head in one swift motion, toeing off my sneaker socks at the same time, then going for my shorts.
“Stop.” Marlon’s voice freezes me in my tracks. His gaze rakes over me and I feel it as if he’d touched me. A tiny bit of intimidation mixes in with my arousal and I can’t say I hate it. Not at all. “I’ll do that.”
He strides across the room, assertively, and pushes his hand into my waistband. Then he freezes. “Are you—” He presses his lips together and swallows. “Freddie. Fuck. Were you commando the whole time?”
I want to make a quip, tease him, but instead I lift my gaze to his face, asking permission to speak.
Marlon nods once, curtly, and I blow out my breath.
His hand is on my arse and I want to get the talking part over with so we can keep going.
“Yes. I told you I wanted only one thing, you should know me well enough by now to know I don’t do things half-assed.
” I chance another remark. “And speaking of asses, please don’t go easy on me. I like it rough. I want you to—”
He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me effectively, then he drops to his knees and pulls my shorts down with him. My achingly hard cock springs free, slapping against my stomach. I whine, quietly, but stop when Marlon looks up at me.
Shit. I had no idea this was something he had in him but I dig it so much.
It’s such an unexpected shift from my usually soft-spoken, careful Marlon and it might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Including scoring the winning goal in the EURO semifinal last month.
How did I ever get lucky enough to have Marlon in my life? To be able to call him mine?
He takes me in his mouth, so skilful and full of determination.
It’s hard to believe this man was a complete virgin with no idea about his sexuality not even a year ago.
The way his tongue strokes my cock is far from amateurish now, and he has me gasping within seconds.
We haven’t even made it to the bed yet, leaving me standing in the middle of the room with nothing to hold on to but Marlon in front of me.
I push my fingers into his hair, helplessly, doing my best not to tug him towards me, no matter how much I want him. But I need something to help me stay upright, especially as Marlon moans around me and then holds my balls in his right hand, wrapping the fingers of his left around my cock.
Fuck. God. He fondles my balls, so carefully, almost tender, and then presses his index finger against my taint. Hard. The sensation has me bucking into him without meaning to, overwhelmed by pleasure and desire.
I swear to god he smirks, or whatever version of that is still possible with his lips wrapped around my cock.
He knows what he’s doing, and what he’s doing to me.
I’m like putty in his hands but I don’t mind it one bit.
In fact, I wish we could stay like this forever.
Never have to leave this flat again, damn the world.
Marlon stops and pulls off me.
I blink my eyes open with some difficulty. “Wha—”
Marlon grins, fox-like, and points at his brand new bed. “Get comfortable.” He gets up and turns towards the door.
“Wait!” I don’t like the note of desperation in my voice, especially since I’m sure Marlon can hear it too. “Where are you going?”
He offers a smile, lightning quick, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Getting those brushes.”
“But—” He’s already out the door and I cut off my sentence. I was going to use those on him. Looks like he’s got other plans now, and just imagining what he might do with me makes my cock twitch.
I should probably get on the bed. Get ready for whatever Marlon has in store for me.
I want to touch myself so bad, I’m so turned on.
Marlon probably wouldn’t be happy about that though, so all I do is hastily tear off my clothes, then climb on the bed and sink into the pile of pillows at the head.
Should I do a sexy pose? I try, but honestly I don’t know how to go about it, so I stop before Marlon catches me in my attempts.
He returns then, unused paint brushes in hand, but stops dead just inside the door.
“Freddie,” he breathes. His tone is full of awe, almost reverent, and heat creeps from my face all the way down my chest. Nobody’s ever looked at me the way he does.
Nobody’s ever seen in me whatever it is Marlon sees.
I’ve had my fair share of people in bed, but this is… different. Better.
“God, you look…” He shakes his head, then comes closer. “I am so utterly in love with you.”
I grin at him. “Embarrassing for you.”
Marlon huffs a laugh, then he drops the brushes and crosses the room in two long, purposeful strides, climbs on the bed without losing speed, then leans over me and kisses me, hungrily and full of determination.
“I’ll get those later,” he murmurs against my lips, like I care about bloody paint brushes when he kisses me like that.
“But I just—I need—” He kisses me again, pressing me into the pillows.
I sigh happily into his mouth and follow his lead.
We don’t have to have sex today. We can just kiss and I’ll be just as happy.
Marlon manages to make me feel loved, cherished, all the things I never thought I’d get to feel in a relationship.
He’s so shy and laid back most of the time, but on the field and in bed, another side comes out.
Which I love. I love him. Words tumble out of me and I don’t pay them any attention until Marlon pulls back and smiles down at me.
“What?” he asks, clearly amused.
I cast my mind back, trying to remember what I just said. “Kissing you is like flying,” I repeat, then wince. “Oh, shit. That’s corny.”
Marlon laughs and presses a kiss to my temple. “Super corny,” he confirms. “But cute.”
“Cute!” I sigh in mock desperation. “Look what you’re doing to me.
I used to be cool, mate. Now I’m corny and cute.
” Then I cock my head and give Marlon my best flirtatious look.
“But you know what? I kind of like it.” I lean up and softly kiss Marlon’s shoulder.
“And if it were up to me, I’d be both for a bit longer. ”
“A bit?” Marlon lowers himself until our noses are pressed together, then brushes a kiss against my lips. “How about…a long time? A really long time?”
Yes. A thousand times yes. Hadidja will be moving away from London for her Master’s degree, soon, and it will be the perfect, natural ending to our fake relationship.
After that…Marlon and I might never be able to be together in public, but I’m determined to not make that a problem.
Fuck everyone who isn’t us. It will be difficult and probably frustrating, a lot of the time.
But now I’ve experienced what it’s like to have him, be with him, love him and be loved, I will never give it up again.
So I close my eyes, bask in Marlon’s warmth, and go full-on corny. “How about…forever?”
This time, Marlon doesn’t make fun of me. Instead, he inhales deeply and I can feel his smile. “Sounds perfect.”