38. Studio Confessions #2
Marcus laughs at that and lightly nudges my chin before sitting back down. I go back to cleaning the shelves, but watch him out of the corner of my eye as he takes in the room while a comfortable silence settles between us.
It feels a little odd that I think this is the first time he’s ever really sat down in this room, considering he built it.
Obviously, not the first time he’s been in here, but pretty sure it’s the first time he’s been in here for more than a minute or two.
His eyes slowly trace the many ways I’ve personalized the space since I moved in.
I angle myself specifically so I can see his face while I muse aloud. “I always kind of wondered if you built this room yourself, or had someone else build it.”
His eyes pop open because, up until now, I’ve never done anything to insinuate that I hadn’t completely swallowed his, Tristan’s, and Qi’s lie that Tristan was the one who had this room decked out for my comfort.
“Tristan–” he starts to say, but I completely anticipated him falling back on the lie they cooked up months ago and immediately interrupt him.
“Come on, babe, we both know you’re a terrible liar,” I scoff.
Marcus has enough decency to look mildly chagrined for a moment before he narrows his eyes at me.
“How long have you known?”
I roll my eyes back at him. “Since before classes started. That first night Gio came to the house, I dropped a comment about using the studio Tristan had so kindly built for me, and Tristan tripped so hard over the sentiment that the lie became obvious. I assumed the reason the lie worked when it was first presented was that you guys rehearsed it beforehand, but when I randomly dropped the comment, Tristan wasn't prepared for it. And none of you are good liars. I realized I’d been had but decided it would be a little ridiculous to throw a fit about it then, so I let it go.”
“And then waited until now to say something,” Marcus says, almost accusatory with an eyebrow quirked up at me.
I chuckle at his mock-offended expression.
“Honestly, I never really meant to wait so long, but a lot of shit has happened and gotten in the way of simple things like that. Not that the studio is simple at all, I am immensely grateful for it, and for you having built it,” I tell him, leaning down to drift my lips across his.
He chases my lips with his, and then huffs before plopping back down when I move just out of reach. He laughs and reaches out, curling his hands around my hipbones, pulling me back in close, and looking up at me.
“You deserve it,” he says, placing a sweet kiss on my belly. I can’t help but reach down and run my thumbs along his cheekbones. His eyes close briefly with contentment before he opens them back up to look at me.
“It was supposed to just be something to make life easier for you.
I felt bad for pushing you earlier in the summer and wanted to do something nice.
I tried to build it myself and failed monumentally.
You can ask Darryl for details. He was quite put out with the whole thing and convinced me to call our renovator to build it, which is probably best because he knows what he's doing.
Everything probably would have fallen apart within a week if I'd done it,” he chuckles lightly.
“I love it,” I tell him honestly while leaning down to kiss him again. I can’t seem to get enough of his kisses.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I love you too.”
“I love you more,” he drawls, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You're milking it now,” I half-scold, half-tease him.
He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth suggestively. “I could be milking something else,” he says suggestively, and my skin pebbles as if it had been a physical caress.
“It took you way too long to get there, Marcus,” I point out while shifting to straddle him in the chair. It’s just big enough to accommodate us both.
“So demanding,” he teases as my knees settle on either side of his thighs.
“What can I say?” I shrug nonchalantly, teasing him still a bit.
“Yes, please,” he drawls suggestively, his eyebrow quirked up to see if I’ll fall for it.
I roll my eyes at him. “How about: do it now,” I command haughtily, because I know that’s really the answer he’s wanting.
If I’ve learned anything, the catty responses I thought made me a bit unapproachable are usually his favorites.
Marcus laughs. “My feisty feral kitten.”
I shake my head to hide the laugh that’s crawling up my throat at this ridiculous man.
“Stop talking and kiss me already.”
“With pleasure,” he growls as he leans in and does just that.
His tongue curls around mine, and his breath fills my mouth. I don’t know how I went so long without kissing, but then again, even if I hadn’t taken kissing off the table years ago, I don’t think it would have been possible for them to feel like this.
Marcus is all-consuming. His lips are so plush and velvety soft, while his tongue licks into my mouth and makes my head spin with pleasure.
It’s not just the feel of his kiss, though.
It’s having his body pressed against mine, sharing our heartbeats and our breath, each of us unique in our own way, yet a seamless entity.
It’s never just a kiss; it’s Marcus’s kiss, which makes all the difference.
My body curls into him before he’s abruptly standing up and spinning us around until my ass is on my vanity table and he’s standing between my legs.
He pushes me slightly back until my weight is on my hands, while he makes quick work of stripping my shorts down enough to free my already hard dick.
It takes a ridiculously short amount of time for him to free his cock and have it thrust up against mine.
The feel of us together like that has my eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
I fumble across the counter for some lotion and squirt some in his hand before his lips crash back onto mine.
It’s while I’m drowning in his kiss with his cock pressed against mine that his lotion-soaked hand finally wraps around us both and has my head falling back with pleasure and his name falling from my lips in a breathy whisper.
Marcus leans in and trails open-mouthed kisses down my neck while his hand pumps us together, his palm circling the head of my dick in that toe-curling way with each upstroke.
“Oh my god, just like that, babe,” I moan out.
He wraps his free hand around the back of my head and pulls me back in for another kiss.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Qiang. I love when you fall apart in my arms like this,” he drawls against my mouth, his hand bringing me to the edge so fucking fast it’s ridiculous.
“Fuck, Marcus, feels so good,” I whine, sweat breaking across my skin.
His unsteady breath against my neck tells me he’s just as close as I am. My head falls back again, and his fingers curl in my hair while his lips find the sensitive hollow beneath my ear.
“That’s right, pretty, come for me,” he growls in my ear, the command sending a shockwave of signals through my body and releasing the pressure in my spine.
My dick gives a final twitch before the first spurt of cum flies out and lands on Marcus’s hand. And while I fall into my orgasm, I can feel Marcus tense up against me as he falls into his, his mouth dropping open and his neck tensing in a way that will never cease to be hot as fuck.
He falls slightly into me as he catches his breath, and I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle into him as I catch mine.
“You’re so fucking hot, pretty,” he breathes against me.
Even while coming down from my high, his words weave a spell through me, leaving me clinging tighter to him and so fucking happy, it’s ridiculous. I’ve spent so much time pretending I didn’t need this to not knowing how I ever fucking went without him.
“Love you,” I whisper again, and his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer against him.
“Love you, pretty,” he drawls back.