Chapter Ten #2
Marcus acts like he hates it when I call him that, but whenever I do, his dick always twitches at the praise.
I situate myself, on my knees, in between Marcus’ spread legs. God, he’s stunning. Absolutely gorgeous all spread out for me like this. Needy and expectant. His thick, veiny cock has a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip.
I’ve never had his dick inside me. It’s always ever been me fucking him, but I can’t say as I’ve never envisioned what it would be like.
I just know that’s not what he wants, and I’m not about to ask him for more than I’m sure he’s willing to give me.
Knowing him, he’d try it and fake getting enjoyment out of it, simply for my own benefit.
He continues to pump himself, now taking three of my slickened fingers in and out of his needy ass, before he stops me. “I’m ready, Lo. Please, fuck me before I blow, baby.” He bends his knees, planting his heels into the mattress, and lifting his hips for me even more.
I drizzle a bit of lube on Earl before placing my palms on top of his thighs and scooting myself in closer. “Deep breath out, Marco,” I warn him, as I notch the toy at his entrance.
Have I ever mentioned just how fantastic this strapless strap-on is?
Fuck, Earl just hits all the right places whenever I thrust into Marcus’ ass.
It can vibrate too, if I want it to, but tonight that’d probably be too much stimulation.
I’ve been on edge all friggin’ evening, each time Caleb and I made out.
I’m serious. At one point, I could have easily dry-humped the shit out of him. The fact that he likely went home with blue balls, even after I kneed them, is a testament to just how many green flags Caleb waves.
It’s not about the sex for him. He’s looking for more, like a connection.
Makes sense, too, given how much of an outsider he feels like.
And, for once in my life, I feel like making that sort of connection.
No, I’m craving it. Sort of like how, right now, I’m craving the opportunity to give something back to the man who has given me so, so much…
Something deeper than just us meeting our needs. This should feel less like an arrangement we’ve talked over at length on numerous occasions, and more like our bodies intertwining together the same way our souls already have. I want to make love to Marcus.
Gingerly, I press in past Marcus’ tight ring of muscle.
I wonder what that must feel like with a real appendage.
I mean, I know what it feels like with my fingers, but I imagine the sensation is completely different to a cock.
I do know that the toy is currently doing wonders to stimulate my clit though.
When I’m fully seated inside him, I begin to thrust. “Ohhh yeah, baby,” Marcus groans. “Right there. Harder.”
I grip his thighs tighter and use that leverage to snap my hips harder.
I feel the burn of exertion from this, along with the workout I got in earlier, emanating in my thighs and lower back.
It’s not unwelcome though. This type of pain, that is.
Seeing him writhe beneath me, pleasure coursing through his entire body, it spurs me on even more.
He whimpers and grunts, skin slaps against skin, our breaths come out panting and loud—it adds to the heat coiling within me. The toy rubs my clit in all the right ways, and the bulb at the end nudges my G-spot just fucking right. I’m set to careen into an orgasm at any minute.
Then, Marcus surprises the hell out of me. “I changed my mind. Take the toy out, Lo. Ride me. Fuck yourself on my dick, baby. I want you to feel come on me, please.”
My pace slows a little. All I can do is blink at him in astonishment. “Y-you’re sure?”
“Positive, babe. Please, let me be the one to make you come first tonight. Let me come inside you when I do.”
His begging is nearly enough to do me in on the spot. I pull out of him, reaching between my thighs to pull out the toy, and toss it aside. I maneuver myself enough so that he can close his legs and I can straddle his hips.
For a brief moment, nothing but a quick second, I panic at the thought of what's about to happen. What if this triggers some sort of flashback and I freak out? What if this hurts, and I ruin the experience for him? What if, I don't know… shit, what if this is just a pity fuck?
Just one look at Marcus, laid out below me in silk nightgown designed for women and about to fuck one for the first time—just as vulnerable and hesitant about this as I am—it causes all my worries to dissipate.
He would never intentionally hurt me—mentally or physically.
I'm the one on top of him. I'm still in control here.
I might not be wearing the dick anymore, but I still have all the power.
I suck in a steely breath. “Last chance to change your mind,” I warn him.
He shakes his head. “I’m sure, Lauren. I want this. I want you.”
Oh, he must feel this same pull to connect on a deeper level tonight too. I'm still in shock as I reach back and grab his dick, slickening it in my wetness, before readying him at my entrance. My eyes roll back as I sink down on top of him. A desperate noise of approval escapes my mouth.
“Oh god, Marcus,” I cry out. “Baby, your dick feels amazing.”
“So does your pussy,” he agrees. Then he chuckles lightly. “Never thought I’d ever utter those words.”
I giggle, resting my hands on his pecs. Riding him definitely feels foreign. Sitting on my husband’s dick is something I never would have envisioned. I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, however. I milk this experience for all it’s worth, bobbing mercilessly up-and-down.
Without any prompting, one of Marcus’ hands slips between us, and he nails finding my clit on the first try.
He presses in, swirling the pad of his thumb on it in the most sinfully divine manner.
I have no words, no warning I can give him, because my orgasm hits so abruptly, I’m left just crying out jumbled nonsense.
I can feel my inner walls needily clenching around his girth as I ride out wave after wave of my release, shuddering on top of him.
He grunts just once, thrusting up into me, and suddenly, I feel his cock thicken and start pulsing inside my core.
Warmth blooms hot from within, and I’m left spellbound by this entirely new sensation of fullness.
Ecstasy.
Nirvana.
Empowerment.
“I’m coming,” he pants. “Fuck, babe, I’m coming inside you. Sweet jeezus, Lo, you feel so fuckin’ good.”
Without even thinking, I grasp the fabric of his dress, clasping the silky fabric in my sweaty palms, and pull myself down to kiss him.
Hard and hungry. One of his hands comes around to cup the back of my head, the other rests firmly on my hip.
He pulls me in closer and kisses me back with just as much fervor.
Marcus gives and gives, without being aware of just how much he’s actually given me tonight.
I’ve been handed an opportunity to see myself as someone who isn’t too broken to be fixed.
I didn’t panic. I wasn’t triggered. I was, and still am, cherished, I realize, as he continues to hold me and kiss me as if I’m someone precious.
As if his last breath is contingent on providing me this post-orgasmic continuation of intimacy.
When we finally break apart to catch our breaths, his eyes search mine—wild and wondering. His pupils nearly blot out any traces of his hazel irises. “Are you going to let me take care of you this time? Can you just lay here and bask in this while I go get something to clean us up with?” he asks.
I nod, grateful that he doesn't appear to want to emotionally dissect the shit out of what just happened right now. I simply don't have the energy to tackle it all tonight. Right now, I'll more than happily allow him this big gift of aftercare he so desperately craves giving me.
He playfully taps the tip of my nose. "That’s my good girl.”
I chuckle. “Shut up, asshole. You know you like being called a good boy.”
He smirks. “You’re delusional."
“I am not!” I quarrel, rolling over so I can lay on my back. When I do, I pluck a scrap of lacy fabric out from underneath me. “Is this one of your new thongs?” I ask, holding it up to inspect it.
“Yeah.”
“S’cute,” I tell him.
“You didn’t even let me show it off to you before you ripped it off me. Heathen,” he teases before padding out to our bathroom.
“You took your own underwear off!” I call out to him.
“Again… delulu!”
After cleaning up, Marcus slides back into bed next to me, hauling me back into his side and letting me nuzzle back into him. “Alright, ma’am,” he says with a yawn. “No more funny business. I need to get some sleep, at least. These early mornings are going to take some getting used to.”
I snort. “Thank you, Marco.”
I feel his lips graze the top of my head. “I love you, Polo.”