Chapter 31 #3
“You’re perfect for me, okay? And that’s scary as hell. When I’m with you, everything is brighter and all the bullshit noise in my head quiets. I don’t have to be the protective brother or the obedient son. I’m just me. And you.”
His words tear my heart open because I want to believe him so badly. I choke on a sob and put my hand over my mouth to muffle the noise.
I start moving again, kicking the rocks at my feet.
“Did you hear what I said?” He sounds unhinged and angry. “Jeremy! Stop walking and listen to me.”
I pull out my phone and try to find the Uber app through my blurry eyes.
“What’re you doing?” he calls after me.
“Calling a car.”
Marcus’s footsteps quicken, and then I’m being hoisted off the ground as the asshole tosses me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal when my phone falls to the gravel. He bends to scoop it up, then carries me back to the truck.
“Let me go!” I shriek, kicking and hitting his back.
“You are so fucking stubborn,” he snarls. When he reaches the truck, he tosses my body against it, caging me in with his hands on either side of my head. “Don’t you understand? You. Are. Everything.”
Then his lips slant over mine.
All the anger I was desperately clinging to is overshadowed by lust, and I can’t stop the needy moan that crawls up my throat as Marcus pillages my mouth, taking what he wants. I should push him away, but I fist his shirt and pull him closer.
My cock hardens uncomfortably, and I reach between us, needing to undo my pants to release the tension. Marcus seems to have the same idea because his knuckles bump mine as he releases his own length.
We’re outside in the open, but the road is dark and it’s late. Or early. Still, the idea of fucking out where anyone could see us is making me feral and reckless. I push down my boxers and try to grab for Marcus, but he slaps my hand away.
He pulls from my mouth and gives me a heated look. “You were a brat tonight.”
“You deserved it,” I retort, my voice a low growl. “You’re ashamed of me.”
Marcus grabs my throat, his thumb swiping over my pulse point.
“Never.” His hand tightens as I stare at him, my lip jutted out defiantly.
“I may not have the balls to say it out loud yet, but you’re mine, you understand?
Do you think I liked finding out that you fucked those pretty boys?
Just the thought of it makes me murderous. ”
“Technically, Trey fucked me while I sucked Link’s cock.”
Marcus’s eyes darken, flashing with rage, and he grabs my wrist in a brutal grip and yanks me around to the back of the truck.
I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips, and I know I probably sound insane.
He pulls down the tailgate and pushes me forcefully against the bed entrance, the cold, wet metal digging into my hips as I bend over where it hits my belly button.
“You think this is funny?” His warm body leans over me, and his breath is hot against my ear. “You’re going to pay for your snark.”
With one quick motion, he yanks down my pants and underwear, exposing me to the cool, damp air, and slaps me across the ass. I yelp and then moan as the bite of pain goes straight to my cock, which is leaking all over the ground.
“You like that, baby boy? Should I do it again?”
“Fuck you,” I whimper.
He spanks me until the skin of my ass feels hot in the February air. “I’m going to show you who you belong to,” Marcus rumbles, and I feel the press of his cock between my cheeks as he pushes my shirt up my back and bites and sucks bruises into my skin.
“You’re going to fuck me dry?” I ask, choking on the words. “Make me bleed for you?” Even though I know it’ll hurt, the thought doesn’t scare me like it should. I’m just so keyed up. But then Marcus freezes and his weight leaves my body.
I straighten, feeling dazed from the sudden loss of his warmth.
He spins me around so I’m facing him, and I look up into his angry eyes.
His stubbled jaw ticks as he reaches behind me and slams the tailgate closed.
I flinch at the noise and swallow hard because I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him this mad.
Then he stomps back to the front of the truck, leaving me there with my slowly softening cock exposed to the elements.
Is he leaving?
Humiliation floods my chest and tears fill my eyes, but before I can properly react, he’s back, tearing open a small packet with his teeth.
“What—” I start.
He pours a generous amount of lube on his cock and then presses in close, reaching between my legs to rub some of the liquid in my crease.
“No one hurts you like that,” he growls.
“Not even me.” Then he backs me up into the tailgate, wrestles my pants all the way off, lifts me by my ass cheeks, and presses against my hole.
He slides inside to the hilt, the burn quickly turning to pleasure.
I throw my head back with a satisfied grunt.
Then he pulls back and thrusts in again, his hands gripping my thighs.
Rain starts to fall, and our clothes quickly become heavy, but all I can feel is ecstasy as Marcus fucks into my body furiously.
“Marcus,” I pant. “So close.” My cock is grinding and rubbing against our abs, and the friction is driving me wild.
“I’ll never get used to this. You. So warm and tight.
I can’t—” His words melt together, and I manage to catch “I’m coming” before he unloads, holding me on his cock with a strangled cry.
It feels like he’s splitting me in half, and his warm release, coupled with his hand jerking over the tip of my cock, sends me spiraling.
I come hard, semen shooting between us as I scream his name, my fingers digging into the back of his neck. Marcus leans forward, his lips slippery with rainwater, and swallows my cries, kissing me through the rest of my orgasm.
We stand against Marcus’s truck for several seconds, catching our breaths.
I cling to him as he peppers my face with kisses—my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, my lips—and when I start to shake from the cold, he carries me to the passenger side and sets me in the cab.
He reaches behind the seat and pulls out a blanket, tucking it around my body, then pulls up my boxers and pants.
I’m still trembling uncontrollably, my teeth chattering, while hot tears stream down my cheeks, though I don’t really know why I’m crying anymore.
Marcus gets into the driver’s side and starts the truck, cranking up the heat until the ache of the cold starts to dissipate. He turns on the music and reaches across me to buckle my seatbelt. I smile around a yawn when the breathy vocals of Collective Soul start to play.
“No more Radiohead?” I mumble.
He chuckles and pulls out onto the dark county highway.