Chapter 8 #2
“You wanna give me a chance to feel the same?” he murmured.
Marco swallowed his worry and pulled off his T-shirt, then his pants, and finally, his boxer briefs joined the pile on the floor.
“Oh yeah, I’ve only been dreaming about this for almost twenty years,” Andrew said, his hand trailing down Marco’s chest, heading in the direction of his cock, which was definitely not soft. Not if Andrew kept touching him with that sweet, hot reverence.
“Shower,” Marco said gruffly.
In a minute, he wouldn’t give a shit if they smelled like marinara and sweat.
He tugged Andrew in, the glass door shutting behind them, and didn’t waste a minute crowding him against the tile wall.
It was one thing to kiss when there were layers and layers of clothes between them, but kissing skin to skin was an intoxicating experience.
“God,” Andrew groaned in the back of his throat, his head hitting the shower wall. “I want you so fucking bad.”
With shaking fingers, Marco picked up the soap. Made extremely quick work of washing himself down. Then, deciding he didn’t want to relinquish this opportunity, began to soap up Andrew’s body.
His skin was so smooth and perfect under his fingertips, and Marco wanted to explore every inch. Every spot that made Andrew gasp or his muscles quiver.
Then he slid the soap lower, Andrew’s cock hard as it brushed his hand. His whole body shook as Marco washed his balls.
“I’m gonna—” Andrew bit off. “You’re too good at that.”
“Oh,” Marco teased, “we’re just getting started.”
He pulled Andrew under the rain head, water cascading down as it rinsed them off, and a second later, Andrew wound himself around Marco, arms tight around his neck, one leg creeping up the back of Marco’s.
“Then let’s get started.” The way Andrew begged was so fucking sweet. Marco couldn’t wait to hear it some more. To hear it all the time. “Come on, let’s go. I’ve only been waiting twenty years for you to finally fuck me.”
Marco’s fingers were shaking as he flicked off the water, and he didn’t bother with towels, dragging them both dripping towards the bed. Andrew had barely scrambled onto it before Marco was covering his body with his own, pressing him down into the mattress.
Andrew reached up, curling his hands into the wet hair at his neck and tugged him down, kissing him hard and insistent, tongue sweeping between Marco’s lips into his mouth.
“Want you,” Marco murmured into his mouth, grinding his thigh against Andrew’s damp, hard cock. “Want you so fucking bad.”
Andrew groaned his agreement, and Marco couldn’t help it any longer. He drifted lower, his mouth finding Andrew’s collarbone. Then his pec, then his lips wrapping around his nipple. Then lower still, coasting across that intoxicating trail of hair, down to where his cock twitched against his abs.
Andrew’s skin tasted incredible—like the deepest, darkest caramel—and Marco couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t get enough either when he finally slid his cock into his mouth, sucking at the head before wrapping his tongue around it and sliding down farther.
Loving the way Andrew breathed out just his name, like it was a vow. Or maybe it was making good on a very old promise.
Marco slipped his hand lower, cupping his balls and then went lower still, thumb stroking at the soft sensitive skin of his hole.
“Yes,” Andrew begged. “God, yes, give it to me.”
Marco wasn’t in a position to deny him. Even if he’d wanted to.
He straightened for a second, found the lube and a condom in the drawer, and returned to Andrew’s delectable body, enjoying the flush on his chest, the way his cockhead, wet from precome and from Marco’s mouth, smeared across his abs.
Marco tucked a lube-damp finger into Andrew’s body, loving the way it pulled him in. Like it already couldn’t get enough.
One finger. Then two. Andrew was babbling now, and it all sounded good to Marco.
He’d had plenty of sex in his life. Plenty of good sex, even.
But he’d never had sex that felt like this before. Like the first sex he’d have for the rest of his life.
“You want this?” Marco teased, pushing his hard cock, sheathed in the condom, up against his hole. “You want more?”
“I want it all,” Andrew said with a hard groan, and Marco didn’t deny him—or deny himself either.
He pushed in, loving the way Andrew fit around him, tight and hot and perfect. Right, Marco realized. That was how it felt.
When he finally sank all the way in, they were both panting, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room.
Andrew reached down to touch himself, but Marco pulled his hand away, tangling their fingers together as he pushed him back on the bed, trying to find a better angle.
Of course, they all felt good. But he wanted Andrew to feel the best. To understand that this was how it was going to be from now on.
If Andrew wanted something, Marco was going to find a way to give it to him.
Even if he wanted his heart.
“God, I’m so close,” Andrew cried out, thrusting back onto Marco’s cock more insistently, needing more, and Marco couldn’t help it—he just gave it to him.
Long fast thrusts, their bodies rubbing together, Andrew’s cock catching on his stomach.
A second later he was crying out, coming hard between them, his ass squeezing the orgasm out of Marco only a second later.
Marco collapsed on the bed next to him, but didn’t waste a moment to pull Andrew close to him. Andrew got it and curled up, nearly lying on top of his chest.
“I needed that about six days ago,” Marco confessed.
Andrew chuckled. “I only needed that about nineteen years ago.”