Chapter 33 Gavin #2
How Marcus got access? Gavin didn’t want to know.
Placing him gently on his feet, Marcus turned Gavin so he was staring out at the town through the large glass window of the clock.
“Wow, I’ve never seen such an incredible view.” Gavin gasped, taking a step forward and gazing out at the town.
It was well past nine, so the town was dark and quiet. All the rowdy patrons had either gone home for the night or were headed over to Ride ’em Hard to drink till their faces went numb or they passed out from alcohol poisoning.
Gavin gazed at the quiet town, his lips parting as he admired the delicate glow of the twinkle lights illuminating the streets and shops below.
Say what you will about small towns, but their residents take great pride in their beauty.
“This is probably my favorite view of the town. I come here late at night sometimes, just to look out and take in the peace and quiet. It calms me and reminds me why I love this town and the people in it.” Marcus wrapped his arms around Gavin’s body, then began kissing Gavin’s neck.
“God, I love you. I want you to stay. Stay here with me. Now and forever.”
Hearing the love and need in Marcus’s voice was all Gavin needed to be sure of how he felt—how he had always felt.
Turning his head to the side so he could gaze into Marcus’s warm chestnut eyes, he smiled.
“There’s no place that I’d rather be, big guy. I love you too much to ever walk away. You’re stuck with me now; I hate to tell you.”
Marcus began to chuckle, then leaned in and took his lips in his.
There was no doubt in Gavin’s mind that he had finally found the man of his dreams. The man who would always be there for him—to protect him from his nightmares and help support him with his dreams. Marcus was the type of man who would walk through fire to get to him.
That was the kind of love and devotion this man was offering. Gavin couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find him.
After kissing Marcus long and deep, they placed their foreheads together and breathed in each other’s scents.
“We should probably get back to the party,” Gavin whispered, reluctantly pulling his lips away.
“Not quite yet,” Marcus snarled in one of his deep, feral, hungry voices that always drove Gavin wild.
Pushing him up against the window, Marcus yanked down Gavin’s pants and underwear in one smooth motion.
A satisfied growl emerged from Marcus’s lips as he dropped down to his knees, then pulled Gavin’s ass cheeks apart.
“Fuck… yes…” Gavin moaned, leaning forward and giving his man greater access to his ass.
“Fuck, your ass is gorgeous.” Marcus groaned before diving in and attacking his hole.
He licked and kissed and shoved his tongue in as far as it would go. Gavin closed his eyes as he gave in to the pleasure of Marcus’s magical tongue and hungry mouth. Gavin never felt so sexy and desired. Staring up at the stars, he lost himself.
Somewhere between the moans and gasps of pleasure, Gavin heard the familiar sound of a bottle cap being opened, followed by the cool feel of wetness being rubbed all around his hole.
“Mmm, yes, babe. Work me open so I can take that big, fat cock of yours,” Gavin whimpered, pressing back on Marcus’s two fingers, hoping he could speed along the stretching process.
He needed Marcus’s dick, and he needed it right fucking now!
After what felt like an eternity of torture, he felt Marcus’s fingers slip from his body. The sudden absence of Marcus’s touch left Gavin breathless, yearning for that intimate closeness once again.
How had he fallen for a man so hard, so fast?
Behind him, Marcus stood, grabbing the lube and lathering up his cock.
His warrior was preparing for battle.
“Are you ready for all this cock, boy?” Marcus was back to his father/son role-play.
Gavin’s cock immediately twitched. There was something extremely hot about an older, more powerful man having his way with his younger lover. Marcus’s untamed, aggressive nature was such a huge fucking turn-on that Gavin could barely contain himself.
“Fuck, yes, Daddy. I want you to fuck me without mercy.”
Marcus’s grip tightened on Gavin’s waist. Clearly, he liked being given permission to destroy his tight hole.
“You asked for it,” Marcus snarled, sliding his cock between Gavin’s cheeks and lining the head up with his hole.
Smiling, Gavin arched his back and braced himself for the fucking of a lifetime.
“You ready?” Marcus asked one final time.
“Yes, Daddy. Do your fuckin’ worst.”
With that, Marcus thrust his hips forward, sending Gavin’s head flying back in a wondrous roar of pleasure and pain. Pleasure at having the world’s sexiest man deep inside him, and pain at having what felt like the world’s largest cock thrust up into his throat.
Those feelings of fullness and connection rolled over him once again. The way Marcus slid his hands up Gavin’s body. Wrapping his arms around him. Feeling him. Worshipping him.
This was what he wanted—to have a sweet, powerful, and dangerous man loving him and protecting him. Always.
“Jesus,” Gavin groaned. “Your dick is so fucking big.”
He could almost feel Marcus’s smile behind him.
Cocky bastard.
But he had every right to be cocky. God had blessed him with a big fucking dick, a tool he could use to exert his dominance over others.
To show people what a true alpha was.
And Marcus was all his.
He felt Marcus kiss the top of his shoulder.
They were still wearing clothes. Well, Marcus was.
Marcus’s dick was out, with his underwear tucked underneath his cock.
His balls were probably squished somewhere between his cock and the elastic band of his underwear.
But there was something hot and extremely sexy about a man so fucking horny for him that he couldn’t waste even a minute to rip off his clothing before jamming his dick into his ass.
Gavin loved it. He felt so friggin special.
He, on the other hand, had his pants and underwear torn off—a victim of their pre-fuck, ass-eating adventure.
“It’s all yours, baby. Yours and only yours,” Marcus whispered in his ears as he slid his hands down to Gavin’s hips.
“Give it to me,” Gavin whispered, turning his head to the side to give Marcus one final kiss before giving him his body.
With a simple growl, Marcus’s hips snapped forward, sending jolts of pleasure flying through Gavin’s body.
That was the last thing Gavin remembered.
The assault on his ass was quick and violent. Long, deep thrusts, followed by short, quick ones.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Heat bursting through his body.
Gavin gasped and moaned, completely at the mercy of the caveman standing behind him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Marcus huffed, slamming into him hard and biting down on his neck.
“More. Harder,” Gavin cried out, fighting against the waves of pleasure that threatened to knock him out every time Marcus’s cock pressed up against his prostate.
The man was a fucking god!
He wasn’t sure how much more his ass, or his soul, could fucking take.
Marcus’s grip on Gavin tightened. He was pretty sure he was going to be bruised tomorrow.
“Fuck… Babe… I’m gonna come!” Marcus snarled, giving him one final thrust before unloading inside his body.
Knowing that Marcus had just busted his load inside his ass sent Gavin flying over the edge. With his ass still full of dick, Gavin pointed his cock and shot his load all over the wall.
Tired, sweaty, and gasping for air, they both collapsed into a tangled heap of limbs and lay there.
They both stared at each other, neither one of them looking away.
“God, I love you,” Marcus whispered, his eyes never leaving Gavin’s.
“I love you too, you sexy brute,” Gavin responded with a smile of his own.
They both laughed and continued to stare at each other.
Somehow, in all this darkness, Gavin had finally found his knight in shining armor.
It appeared that romantics do get their happily ever after, after all.
Sometimes it might just take a serial killer and a drive in a trunk to get you there.