Chapter 16 #3
“It’s sad that it’s the norm, yeah. Think about how difficult this has been for you and then imagine a child doing it.”
He goes quiet as we move to the music. “Well, I went to all the school dances, and I hated them, so you weren’t really missing anything.”
Something in his voice gives me pause, and I stop to look up at him.
“You fucked Lizzy after a dance and then broke up with her, didn’t you?
” Marcus stares at me, and he looks so affronted that I laugh.
“You really are a bastard. That always happens in nineties movies too. I can’t believe I ended up with the villain! ”
“I was not the villain,” he says adamantly.
“I dunno,” I say, my voice lowering to a husky whisper. “I kind of like you as a villain.”
“Oh yeah?” His eyes glitter with something that I can’t quite read, and then he lowers his lips to mine in a brutally hot kiss.
Eventually, the music stops and so does our dance, but it’s replaced by something dark and hungry as we enjoy each other, the kiss becoming sloppy.
We press into each other as if we could become one person, our hard cocks grinding together.
I rise up on my tiptoes with a throaty moan, and Marcus’s callused fingertips dig into my scalp.
Cold raindrops sprinkle across my heated cheeks, and the wind kicks up, but neither of us seems to care. He’s the most addicting man I’ve ever met, and I can already hear my brain screaming at me, telling me to run because I won’t survive it when he breaks my heart. But I can’t seem to stop.
The rain falls harder, turning quickly into a steady downpour, and our fire fizzles out under the onslaught, leaving a rich, smoky smell in the air. My mouth slides against his skin as it becomes slippery with the earthy hints of rain and saltwater, and my hair falls wet and heavy over my forehead.
“Fuck, Jer, I want you so bad.” Marcus’s voice is so needy. So vulnerable.
I break away from him and grab his hand, tugging him back toward the beach house. We stumble up the stairs, now slick with wet sand, the feeling gritty on my bare feet. I’m shivering uncontrollably by the time we get inside.
Marcus immediately pulls my hoodie over my head, followed by my T-shirt, and then unbuttons my jeans, peeling them off my body.
“Shit, these are tight,” he mutters, grunting with the effort.
I let out a shaky laugh and kick my feet in an effort to help him. When I’m down to nothing but my boxer briefs, I reach for Marcus, yanking his shirt up. He tugs it off and removes his jeans next.
Then we maul each other, our mouths meeting again, teeth clashing and biting. The metallic taste of blood hits my tongue, and I’m not sure who bit whom. Despite our cold, damp skin, I feel like I’m burning up from the inside out, my cock hot and achy as it rolls against his.
We stumble to the bedroom and somehow lose our underwear on the way, falling onto the comforter completely naked. Marcus rolls me onto my back, caging me in with his forearms, his hard body pressing into mine.
I lie beneath him, shaking with anticipation.
Suddenly, his cock nudges up my crease, and he freezes. Then he kisses me again, tortuously slow this time.
We haven’t even talked about sex. Is he about to fuck me?
Tentatively, I raise my legs and wrap them around his waist, and Marcus lets out the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard as my dick presses into his abs and his cock slides farther into my ass crack.
God, please fuck me.
I look into his eyes, and I’m shocked to see tears at the corners. I relax my body and bring my hands to his cheeks. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry,” he says, choking on a sob, and it shatters my heart. I can’t say I ever imagined I’d see Marcus Conner cry. “I don’t think I can do this. I mean, I want to. But I—”
“Shhh, it’s okay, big guy,” I whisper. “Let’s try something else.” He looks at me doubtfully. “Trust me like I did you yesterday, okay?”
He relaxes a little, and I place my hand under his mouth. “Spit,” I command. He looks startled but spits into my hand. “More.”
He spits again.
Once I have a decent amount, I bring my hand between us, reach around his cock and between my cheeks, and lube up my crease. Then he lets out something between a moan and a whimper when I tighten my thighs, his dick still firmly nestled in my ass crack.
“Thrust.”
He does so hesitantly, pulling out and pushing in. As much as I want to, I don’t let him enter me. Instead, he slides through my crack.
“Shit, that feels so good,” he mumbles, and thrusts again.
“Fuck me, big guy. Use my body to get off.”
Marcus’s movements become quicker as he flicks his hips in shallow pumps, his cock causing hot friction to build in my core. I reach between us and start jacking myself as I stare up at Marcus’s blissed-out face, his mouth parted and his eyes rolled back.
Sweat beads on his forehead as his movements grow faster, and his grunts, coupled with the sight of his muscles bunching and stretching, have me racing toward an orgasm.
“Marcus, you fuck me so good.” I give a strangled cry as cum pulses from the tip of my cock, painting our abs.
Marcus’s eyes widen as he watches me unravel, and then he comes too, choking on his own breath as his orgasm unleashes a warm, sticky mess against my asshole.
It feels wet and dirty, and the sensation only heightens the end of my release.
I collapse onto the bed, enjoying the feel of Marcus’s cum dripping down my crack.
He sits up, wipes moisture from his eyes, and nudges my thighs apart. He gives me a heated look. “I never thought I’d say this,” he starts hesitantly, “but my cum looks good on you.”
I give him a lazy smirk and scoot up to the pillows so that I can slide under the covers. I tilt my head for him to join me.
“Don’t you want to clean up first?”
I shrug. “We’ll toss the sheets and comforter in the washer before we leave tomorrow. But I don’t want to think about that. Right now . . . I just want you.”
He gives me a tender look that hurts. It really hurts. “I didn’t think I’d do this with you so many times. It’s . . . surprising.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You thought I was just a one-and-done type of guy?”
He chuckles at my offense. “I was obviously talking about laundry, Jeremy.” He gives my foot a playful nudge. “Geez, get your head out of the gutter.”
I pout, which earns me a smile. Then Marcus yawns as he crawls up beside me and slots his warm body next to mine, holding me against him as though whatever this is between us might disappear at any moment.
And to be honest, it might.