41. Graduation Celebration
GRADUATION CELEbrATION
Marcus’s POV
My body is coiled up tight from how hard Qiang just came. The sounds of their pleasure and holding them against me while they came undone, along with their ass grinding so decadently against my cock, it took every ounce of willpower not to come with them.
If I’d had the thought to bring the lube outside with me, I would have finished where we started.
But hot tub water, as pleasant as it feels, actually dries out the places I need them to be the wettest. As much as I intend to have Qiang in every way possible, pool sex will simply have to wait for better preparation, and I’m way too impatient to go grab it and come back.
Not like we don’t have five days here to play.
The chill of the air sends a shiver through Qiang’s body when I haul them out of the warm water.
I stop to snag a couple of towels along the way to lay out on the bed for us.
They lean up and wrap their hand around the back of my head to keep our lips connected while I lay them down, and snag the lube off the nightstand.
I move my lips from their mouth to their jawline, tracing the curves of their face with my tongue.
My mouth glides slowly down their neck, then nuzzles their collarbones.
Their body shivers, and I can hear the slight hitch in their breath as I skate my fingers down their sides, flitting my thumbs along their sensitive nipples on the way down.
“Marcus,” they groan, a slight chide in their tone, like they want me to get the show on the road, even though it was they who requested slow and savory.
“I already told you what I planned to do to you,” I whisper against their abdomen, leaving a sweet peck on their skin.
“We have all night; you can just fuck me now and do the rest later,” they try to barter, but it’s not going to work. I want all three of my orgasms, and I’m only gonna get two if I give in and fuck them early.
“Look at who’s being impatient?” I drawl into their stomach.
“You and your ego,” they hiss out fondly.
I know they were going for snarky, but they missed the mark by a mile.
“I have to prep you anyway, pretty. Let me get my fill of you while I do it,” I point out.
Even when all else fails, there’s still the reasoning behind absolutely refusing to fuck them dry or unprepped. I’m into a lot of stuff, but hurting them isn’t even a blip on the radar.
“Fuck,” Qiang breathes out on a long, wavering breath with a mixture of lust and conceding.
“Soon, pretty, but first,” I tease before hoisting their legs over my shoulders and blowing lightly against their hole.
The broken cry that tears itself from Qiang’s mouth is the stuff dreams are made of. I trail my tongue from their balls to their hole, my hands splayed beneath their back to keep them close while their body arches in pleasure.
Their taste absolutely drives me wild while I slowly work at their hole, nipping at the skin until their body relaxes in my grip. I work my tongue into them, slowly at first until their walls loosen and I spear into them more intently.
As their breath becomes shakier, I know their patience is slipping. I grab the lube so my slicked-up fingers can join the mix. Adding them in one at a time and scissoring them open, while my tongue teases their perineum or my teeth nip the edge of their rim lightly.
“Marcus, oh god, fuck,” their desperate chain of murmurs sparks the atoms in my body.
Their body arches higher, and I can feel with their choppy breaths that they're reaching their breaking point.
I look up to see their dark eyes already on me, so full of love and lust that it makes my heart trip in my chest. The black of their pupils almost completely swallows the brown of their eyes.
They look desperate, hungry, almost maddened, and every cell in my body realigns itself to the knowledge that I can do this to them.
I curl my fingers inside of them, brushing against their prostate, letting the sensitivity of it coil through all the other sensations my fingers are igniting along their hole. I trail my nose up their perineum and pull one of their balls into my mouth.
A heavy grunt escapes them, and they drop their head back. Their hands fist the sheets on either side of me, and I know they are right there on that brink of being so close and just needing that final push.
My fingers continue their assault on Qiang’s hole while I lean up and wrap my lips around the head of their cock.
“Oh fucking…” they cry out, their words getting lost behind the pleasure as their jaw drops and they writhe beneath me, leaving the thought unfinished, but yet completed.
Their fingers curl decadently around my dreads, urging me on while their body fights between the urge to rock back into my fingers or forward into my mouth.
I’ve always enjoyed sex, but it had always been a give-and-take kind of thing.
I was never selfish with it, but I’d also never imagined finding this much ecstasy in someone else’s pleasure.
But the way they coil and spring around me, the weight of their heady cries, and the whimpers of pleasure that curl out of them because of me, have my body flying in ways I didn’t know I could fly.
“So close,” Qiang breathes out.
My eyes greedily roam up their body, watching their stomach tense and their body arch. They have their face buried in the crook of their arm while their thighs spasm with their impending orgasm.
I’d do damn near about anything to move their arm so I could see their face better, but I’d have to let go or fuck up the rhythm I’ve got them beating to right now to do it, so I let it be. It’s enough to know that their entire body is about to overflow from the pleasure I’m giving them.
My cock weeps as tremors rack through their body, and their cum floods into my mouth. My name falls from their lips like wisps of smoke, so heady and lingering as they shudder beneath me.
Their hand lightly slaps my shoulder to get my attention.
“Marcus, please. I need you to fuck me now,” they whimper, not even fully down from their orgasm before they’re already motioning for me to let go.
Which I do, of course, lingering just long enough to make sure all the traces of cum and spit are licked clean before leaving a final peck on the tip and moving up their body.
They lean up to meet my kiss, their tongue sweeping my mouth for the lingering aftertaste of themself. I’ll have to save more to share with them next time.
But not this time, and I’m so in love with how many next times there are for us. A whole lifetime that slowly concretes into a deeper reality as time passes by us and we remain strong together, despite our shaky start.
While they kiss me, I maneuver us both until we’re on our sides and their back is against my chest. Qiang fits perfectly within the bracket of my arms while my thumb lightly caresses their jawbone.
I use my hold on their face to tilt their head up enough for their eyes to meet mine. We share a breath, and then a second one, while our eyes stare into each other’s souls and flesh out the deepest depths of our hearts.
Qiang’s hand fumbles around the bed for a moment before I feel the bottle of lube being shoved into my hand.
I can’t stop the laugh or the subsequent trembling of my body at their antics.
“So impatient,” I try so hard to chide, but I know it comes out more endearing than anything.
“Marcus, now,” they hiss, arching their ass against my cock in a way that has me seeing stars. I’ve been edging myself since we got here, and I need to be inside of them as desperately as they’re begging for it.
“Love it when you get feral on me,” I growl while nipping their ear.
I reach down between us and make sure to lube up my cock, massaging the excess into their hole, their body curling decadently into my fingers.
“I swear on my life, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll implement the punishment from earlier,” they threaten.
I’m glad they can’t see the smile that spreads across my face because with the way their ass is rutting against me, I’m fully aware of how much of an empty threat that is right now.
“Let’s not do anything rash now, pretty,” I murmur in their ear while slowly pushing my slick cock into them.
Their nails dig into my arms while I thrust shallowly into them. A mere circling of my hips against them that has them groaning for more. And I give them that, slowly, purposefully, until I’m bottoming out while leaning in to entwine our tongues together.
Qiang gasps into my mouth, their fingers somewhere along the way having moved from my arms and are now digging into my thigh in a way that has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
“You feel so fucking perfect on my cock, so fucking perfect for me,” I whisper out, leaving a trail of kisses along the back of their shoulders and up their neck.
Keeping one hand on my thigh, they move the other to my hand and thread their fingers through mine.
“More,” they breathe out, their head leaning back into me.
I grab their leg, bringing it up to drape over mine to use as leverage while I pull out of them until their rim snags on the head of my cock, and then I take a deep breath before tunneling back into them.
A desperate groan punches out of me to join the heady moan that falls out of them. From there, there’s no holding back. Their mouth meets mine while I fuck into them, the slapping of our skin echoing off the walls decadently.
It doesn’t take long for my body to start caving to the pleasure.
They’ve pulled me so close to the edge so many times already, and having their perfect body snugly encasing my achingly desperate cock is so very nearly too much.
But I grit my teeth against the pleasure that’s trying so hard to break down my walls and lean into them.
“You’ve got one more left in you, pretty,” I growl in their ear, letting them know I won’t stop until they come for me one more time.
“Fuck, babe,” Qiang grunts out, their arm moving from my thigh to their dick.
While I fuck steadily into them, their hand moves to the tempo of my thrusts. My hips piston forward, and a heady cry breaks loose from them, telling me they are right there.
I lean down and meld our mouths together and swallow down the cry that falls from their mouth while they come for the third time.
The cry rattles inside of me, igniting a thousand nerve endings from my heart all the way to my soul and then flaring through my dick.
There’s a final cant of thrusts and jerks before I finally allow my body to seek the release I’d been holding at bay for so long.
My body shatters into mere atoms for I don’t even know how long, while their ass continues to hug my cock and their back heaves against me while they catch their breath.
Once their breathing calms down a bit, Qiang nestles down contentedly in my arms. It comes as no surprise that between the long day and the lovemaking, they’re exhausted.
I lean in to kiss them briefly when their hand flies back to my thigh, holding me against them.
“Don’t pull out yet. Wait until I’m asleep, please,” they murmur, already more than halfway there, and my heartbeat does this weird little cartwheel thing that’s so light and achy at the same time.
“As you wish, my love,” I murmur in their ear and relax against them, allowing my reality to shape itself around the feel of their body against mine as their breath slowly evens out.
This right here is the meaning of life. No matter where it goes, it’ll always settle around Qiang’s steady breaths against me.