15. Preston #2
But before I can get into my head, he tucks his cock in and lowers himself to his knees.
Wait…what?
Marcus is on his knees in front of me.
The Marcus Osborn who refuses to let me win at any turn is on his knees.
In front of me.
The scene messes with my head more than it should. I watch with parted lips as he slides his tongue across the back of my hand that’s still wrapped around my cock, his intense eyes never leaving mine.
He’s…licking my hand?
No—he’s licking the cum off my hand.
Mine and his.
The realization makes me teeter between desire and depravity.
It feels wrong.
Like something dark and forbidden and intoxicating yet so…beautiful.
Marcus licks my hand clean, and I remain still the entire time, my fingers trembling as he wedges his hot, wet tongue between them, dragging it slowly but purposefully.
“Do you know how this tastes?” He growls the words against my fingers, his voice gruff and dangerously low.
“Don’t care…”
“Liar. You’re getting hard, baby. Your cock is jumping in excitement at the thought of my tongue licking it.”
Any witty comeback I could’ve come up with dies when I notice my cock is indeed hardening. I release it and grab his hair, my fingers sinking deep.
I swear I meant to push him away, but then his tongue swipes along the tip, wiping the cum, and my fingers tighten in his hair.
No idea why I’m pulling him closer, but that’s what I do.
“Mmm,” he breathes out against my skin as he wraps his lips around my cock.
And holy fucking hell.
Shit.
I’m well aware I just came, but the feel of his mouth on my cock has turned me hard in an instant.
He pulls me out of his mouth, smirking up at me. “You’re enjoying this a bit too much.”
“Stop talking.”
“And if I don’t?”
He licks the crown again, and my cock twitches, demanding access into his wet heat.
“Just…”
“Just?”
Marcus grabs my hip with one hand and spits on the other—the hand that was in my mouth. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want,” I grunt because he’s sucking my crown deep as he drags my jeans and boxers down with his hand that gripped my hip.
He lets the crown of my cock pop free. “Maybe I don’t.”
“You fucking—”
“Shh. Don’t get impatient. Calm down.”
I’m breathing heavy, my cock is harder than earlier, and I need something.
No, not something.
I need the specific feeling I felt just now when he put me in his mouth.
“If you want my lips around your cock, you have to ask.” He drags his tongue along my crown, basically teasing me at this point.
“You asshole…”
“That’s not asking, Preston.” His voice hardens, even if it’s full of arousal. “Say it properly.”
“Fuck…”
“Try again.”
“I…”
“Yes?” He licks my cock from top to bottom.
“I want you to wrap your lips around my cock.”
“Good boy.” He spits on his palm again, then takes my cock to the back of his throat.
“Fuuuck!”
The world blurs as my head tips back, banging against the bricks, my body strung tight with hazy pleasure.
No one has ever swallowed me this far back on the first try. I’m truly that big, so it takes time to try to fit me properly, but Marcus just went for it.
Fucking hell. Does the guy not have a gag reflex?
Or maybe he’s trained it well.
And now, I’m thinking about all the other cocks he’s taken to the back of this pretty throat and my hand curls deeper in his hair, pulling.
“You’re such a slut,” I grunt, shoving him farther against my cock, making him choke. “You’re a pro at sucking cock, huh?”
He only releases an unintelligible sound as I feel him reaching to my ass.
I’m not sure what he’s doing at first until his wet fingers probe between my ass cheeks.
But I’m so preoccupied with the feel of his throat tightening and contracting around my cock, I don’t pay much attention.
Until I feel it.
His middle finger pushes against the tight ring of muscles, and pain explodes in my hole. My grip on his hair loosens, and he pulls his head away. My hard cock slips out of his mouth, all wet with his saliva.
His finger in my ass is no longer moving as he peppers kisses along my crown.
“Relax for me, baby. Just focus on my mouth.”
“Focus on your mouth?”
“Yeah. You can fuck my throat.”
The erotic image seems to trick my brain enough, because when he slides my cock between his lips again, I’m not as wound up.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “How can you take me all the way back…you little whore? Fucking hell, the feel of my crown at the back of your throat is…nothing like I’ve experienced before.”
“Mmm.” That’s all he can manage as I grab his head with both hands.
“Fuck…yes…deeper, take me deeper…”
His mouth widens, letting me thrust inside, and the friction of his tongue against my cock is making me delirious.
I don’t think I’ve ever used anyone this way, but I use Marcus.
There’s no other word for it. I’m brutally fucking his mouth, his throat, rotating my hips to increase the power.
And he lets me.
He’s even trying to accommodate my length and girth as much as possible.
For a second, I forget about his finger in my ass. I can feel him moving the single digit, thrusting it shallowly at first, then more deeply, but it’s not as brutal as the way I’m fucking his throat.
It hurts a bit, but the pain only adds to the pleasure that’s coursing through my veins.
“Fuuuck…” I curl my fingers in his hair in a merciless grip. “Fucking hell, why does your mouth feel so good? Unghhh…”
He drives another finger inside me, and I think I come a little down his throat.
Holy shit. What the fuck is happening to me?
There’s no way I’d enjoy a man’s fingers in my ass, so why…?
The pain is there, but there’s a troubling feeling—as if a part of me is coming alive for the first time ever.
I fist his hair, dragging him closer, and it must hurt, but he doesn’t try to close his mouth or resist. No matter how vicious my touch is, he never fights it, keeping his teeth out of the way like a true pro.
And that annoys the fuck out of me for some reason.
“What a little whore.” I moan deep as his fingers drive in my ass. “How many cocks have you taken down this throat, you fucking slut, hmm?”
I get on my tiptoes when he thrusts his fingers deeper, and I feel the pleasure rushing straight to my balls.
“Don’t answer that. I…fuck…don’t care…”
His eyes shine in the darkness, and I should probably wonder what that means, but I’m too far gone to care at this moment.