Chapter 20
Twenty
Ethan woke up horny.
No, that was wrong. He woke up hard as a fucking length of steel and aching.
Oh God, he needed to come. It was a second later that his sleep-addled brain registered strong hands rubbing up and down his legs, across his chest. And then, yes…
a hard cock was pressing against his ass, slipping between his cheeks.
Marcus’s scent wrapped around him, and the ache became that much sharper.
“Oh fuck, please don’t let me be dreaming,” he moaned.
“Not a dream,” Marcus growled. His face was pressed against Ethan’s shoulder. He licked and nipped with human teeth, sending a dark thrill through him. “Need you, Ethan.”
“Yes. Now. Want you inside me now.” Ethan didn’t want foreplay. Didn’t want a slow buildup of teasing. He wanted to be filled. He wanted to feel Marcus pounding into him, driving him toward the explosive orgasm that was hovering just beyond his reach.
Marcus’s hands stopped, tightening on his body. “I want that too, but…I’ve never…”
Those nervous words were enough to get the rest of Ethan’s brain online and above the fog of desperate need.
He rolled in Marcus’s arms so that they were pressed chest to chest. The room was cloaked in shadows, with the only light coming from the bathroom, but it was more than enough to see the strain cutting lines of need in Marcus’s handsome face.
“Don’t worry, lover. I can show you how to get us both there,” he purred and he could hear Marcus’s breathing catch just a little. “Do you have lube? Condoms?”
Marcus released him and rolled to the other side of the mattress. He dug in the nightstand for a moment and pulled out a brand-new bottle of lube with the plastic wrapper still around the top.
“Condoms aren’t necessary,” Marcus said. Ethan was about to argue when Marcus gave a little smile. “I can’t contract or transmit human diseases.”
Ethan could feel a couple of brain cells explode with joy in his head. It meant that Marcus would be bare inside of him, coming deep inside of him. He’d never gone bare with anyone. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long at all.
Shoving back the blankets, Ethan sat up and took the lube from Marcus, quickly ripping off the plastic. “I’m sorry, but we’re gonna skip the foreplay this time. I fucking need you.”
“Not arguing,” Marcus said. His voice was low and rough. Ethan couldn’t decide if it was from sleep or desire. Probably a mix of both. “Just tell me what you want. I will please you.”
Ethan leaned in and quickly kissed him. “Don’t worry. You will. Now hold out your hand.” When Marcus did as instructed, he squirted some lube on his fingers and then on his own before tossing the bottle aside. “Put that on your dick and watch me.”
He never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but there was something thrilling about how Marcus’s eyes widened at his words.
He wrapped his lube-covered fingers around his hard dick and moaned.
Ethan could still feel Marcus’s eyes on him as he turned to face the wall while balanced on his knees.
He grabbed the edge of the wooden headboard with his clean hand and reached behind himself with the other.
He slowly circled his hole a couple of times before plunging a finger inside.
The burn was sharp, but it had been a damn long time since he’d last had sex.
The sensation faded quickly as he continued to move his finger in and out of his body.
He ached for Marcus, to feel him pushing inside, his larger body covering him, pressing him into the mattress.
Pressing in another finger, Ethan moaned, stretching himself.
Behind him he could hear the slick shuffle of Marcus’s hand on his dick.
He looked back and smiled, loving how Marcus’s entire focus was on him.
Marcus released his dick and grabbed Ethan’s ass cheeks, spreading Ethan wide so that Marcus could see everything.
“Fuck, Ethan,” he breathed.
Ethan tightened the hand holding him upright and closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the moment.
Marcus released one cheek and a moment later, he felt a finger pressing against his own.
He moaned loudly at the wonderful stretch.
He removed his fingers, allowing Marcus time to grow comfortable touching him.
“Ethan,” Marcus said, but he barely recognized his name around the growl.
“Oh God, Marcus! Now! I need you now!”
Marcus removed his fingers and the bed shifted under him as the man moved into position.
The head of his cock brushed his hole, and Ethan fought the urge to push backward onto his cock, impaling himself.
He needed to be patient. This was Marcus’s first time.
He wanted it to be perfect, but he was also sweating and trembling, desperate to finally come.
Pushing forward, the blunt tip squeezed past tight muscles and Ethan slowly exhaled, willing his body to relax. Marcus swore under his breath and paused for a moment.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop,” Ethan panted. “More. Keep moving.”
Marcus pulled back a little and then thrust farther inside. It was like he was teasing him.
“Marcus!” Ethan cried out, and Marcus thrust home.
It felt like the air had been sucked from his lungs.
He was so damn full. It was as if Marcus had poured himself inside of Ethan, filling in all the empty places that he’d suffered with over the years.
Marcus wrapped an arm across his chest and grabbed the opposite shoulder, locking their bodies together.
Lowering his head, Marcus placed his face against Ethan’s ear. “You are mine now,” he snarled. “Your blood runs in my veins. My cock is in your ass and I’m going to fill you with my cum. No one else can touch you. No one can have you.”
“Yes,” Ethan said, loving the feel of the little thrusts that kept him balancing so perfectly on the edge of his orgasm.
Marcus was wrapped all around him, in him, consuming him.
He never wanted this feeling to end. It was like there was no Marcus without Ethan and there was no Ethan without Marcus.
“Do you belong to me?” Marcus demanded. His harsh, dictatorial tone was punching every one of Ethan’s fucking buttons so that he was stretched to the absolute limit of his control.
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“As long as you want me.”
“For how long?” Marcus repeated and Ethan’s brain stumbled. That wasn’t the answer Marcus wanted, but everything felt so good. It was so hard to think. He didn’t want to think. So he said the first thing that came to mind.
“Forever. I want to be with you forever.”
“Forever,” Marcus repeated as his free hand closed around Ethan’s dick.
Ethan cried out as lightning-hot bliss ricocheted through his body.
Marcus pounded into Ethan while stroking him.
All thought was zapped out as his orgasm exploded across nerve endings.
He shouted, his throat becoming raw as he came all over Marcus’s hand and pillows.
An answering shout came from Marcus a moment later as warmth flooded Ethan’s tight channel. He whimpered, his balls attempting to draw up again at the thought that Marcus’s cum was now filling him.
Sweaty and panting, they remained on their knees, their bodies still joined. He didn’t want reality and the rest of the world to intrude. Didn’t want Marcus to ever stop holding him. But he knew he had to. It felt like everything would be harder now without having Marcus touching him.
Was he becoming addicted to Marcus? Obsessed?
No. This was what it was like to love, to finally belong to someone, to want to be with someone. It was scarier than he’d imagined.
“Did I hurt you?” Marcus mumbled against his skin.
“I feel so damn good right now. I don’t ever want it to stop.”
Marcus hummed, his arm tightening around him a little bit. “Me too.”
But then he sighed and carefully withdrew from Ethan’s body. Before Ethan could move, Marcus was rearranging the pillows and gathering him close as he laid Ethan back down on the bed. Marcus stretched out beside him and pulled Ethan against him so that Ethan’s head was on his chest.
“Is this okay?”
Ethan managed a little laugh. “I’m beginning to doubt your ‘never done this before’ claim, because you’re pretty damn perfect to me.”
“Good. I want you to feel cherished. Loved.”
Ethan’s head immediately popped up and he looked at Marcus. “Really?”
Marcus’s expression turned dark before he cupped Ethan’s cheek. “You don’t feel it? I love you, Ethan.”
His heart skipped over itself in his excitement. “Well, I thought…maybe. But then you didn’t say it when I did.”
Marcus smiled at him. “I didn’t say it because I was afraid that you’d believe I was only saying it because it was expected.
I wanted to show you with my actions, with my body, that you own my heart.
” Marcus rolled him onto his back, covering him as he pressed Ethan down into the mattress.
“You are mine, Ethan Cline. You are the first person I have ever loved, and you shall be the last. I will protect you with everything that I am. I never want to be parted from you.”
The words sounded like a vow that was chiseled into stone, and Ethan loved it.
“I want all that too.”
Marcus grinned, his entire being seeming to glow with his joy.
“Good.” He kissed Ethan roughly before rolling onto his back again, pulling Ethan on top of him.
Ethan relaxed, closing his eyes as he soaked in the feel of Marcus’s large hands rubbing up and down his body.
After several passes, he felt Marcus’s long finger rubbing through the cum leaking from his hole.
He held perfectly still, letting Marcus explore, but there was no stopping the groan the rumbled up his chest when Marcus pushed his thick finger inside.
“I can’t help myself,” Marcus whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I just want to keep filling you. Making you mine.”