11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Ken
A s we stepped out of the restaurant, the flavors of carne asada and mango salsa lingered on my tongue. Marc’s hand found mine, our fingers lacing together as we walked. “I’d never tell my mother, but that was the best Mexican food I’ve ever had,” Marc said, his eyes sparkling. “Can’t believe we almost missed this place.”
I smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “It was great. We should stop by and thank the concierge for the rec before we leave.”
We strolled along the Riverwalk, the twinkling lights reflecting off the water and casting a romantic glow on our surroundings. The laughter and chatter of other couples and families filled the air, adding to the magical ambiance.
“So, I was thinking—” Marc began, his voice taking on a playful tone.
“Oh, that’s gonna get us in trouble,” I said with a snort.
Marc nudged me with his shoulder. “I get you later for that,” he teased. “But seriously—we talked about checking out that club, going dancing. But what about doing that tomorrow night instead?” he asked, his voice low and rumbly as he spoke into my ear.
The thought of dancing with Marc, holding him close, our bodies moving together to an electric rhythm, surrounded by people like us sent a thrill through me. But it was clear that Marc wanted something else tonight—and so did I. “That sounds perfect,” I replied, my heart skipping a beat. “Tonight, I just want to enjoy being with you, like this.”
Marc’s smile softened, his eyes locking with mine. “Good,” he said with a nod, unable to keep that rosy flush from his cheeks that he got whenever he thought about sex.
God, he was the sexiest man that I’d ever known—but it was these moments of adorable dorkiness that won my heart.
As we strolled, the aroma of freshly baked pan dulce and Mexican hot chocolate drew us to a charming panadería . “Oh my god, those look amazing,” I said, eyeing the pastries. “We have to get some for later.”
“Not a slice of birthday cake?” Marc asked, grinning at me.
I shook my head, pointing at the window again. “I want that.”
Marc grinned, already stepping towards the entrance. “I like the way you think. Let’s pick out a few to eat later back at the hotel.”
The bakery’s door opened, the scent of sugar and spice embracing us in a warm welcome. As we selected our treats, I snuck glances at Marc, tall and strong, with the top two buttons of his shirt undone, showing just enough skin to remind me of that incredible body that lay underneath. He was exquisite—and yet it was his animated expressions as he chose pastries that made my heart twist in the best way.
With our desserts in hand, we headed back to the hotel, anticipation buzzing between us as we hurried through the crowds of people, knowing each step brought us closer to the privacy of our hotel room—and that big bed.
Was this real? How did someone like me end up with someone like him? Marc was handsome and funny and sexy and infinitely kind.
Why would he be interested in me?
I still didn’t know the answer to that question, but here we were, holding hands like we didn’t want to let go of each other, not for a moment. Taking advantage of every moment away from our small town’s prying eyes.
“I can’t wait to get you alone,” Marc whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
I smiled, my heart racing. “Me neither.”
We had the entire night together, but I didn’t want to waste another minute.
***
The night air was warm and inviting, the distant sounds of laughter and music from the Riverwalk fading into the background as we focused solely on each other—and the promise of what awaited us. I squeezed Marc’s hand as we made our way back to the hotel, the desserts we’d purchased tucked carefully in a bag swinging from my wrist.
As we stepped into the elevator, the air crackled with tension. Marc’s hand found the small of my back. As I leaned into that touch, a fleeting thought crossed my mind. This might be the best birthday I’d ever celebrated, and yet part of me was waiting for the shoe to drop, for the curtain to rise, only for me to discover that this had been just another dream.
His touch dissolved any lingering doubts, grounding me, and I leaned into him, inhaling the scent of his cologne.
The doors opened on our floor, and we made our way down the hallway, our footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. My heart raced with every step, the key card in my hand trembling slightly as I slid it into the lock. The door swung open, and we stepped inside, the soft click of the latch behind us signaling that we were now alone.
No sooner had I set the bag of desserts down on the nearby table than Marc’s arms were around me, his lips on my neck as his big hands pawed at my body as if he owned it. Then I turned in his arms and met his dark eyes, staring at him until our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. The world around us fell away as we lost ourselves in the taste and feel of each other, our hands roaming, exploring, as if we were discovering each other’s bodies.
We stumbled towards the bed, kicking off our shoes before we hit the mattress.
As Marc undressed, I found myself utterly captivated as I watched the man I had admired from afar for so long, now here, in the flesh, undressing himself in front of me. Each movement was deliberate and sensual, Marc’s hands moving with a confident grace.
I drank in the sight, my gaze following the path of his fingers as they dipped lower, tracing the waistband of his boxer briefs before slipping beneath the fabric.
My breath hitched in my throat as Marc slowly, teasingly, slid the underwear down his legs, revealing himself to me completely. The sight of him, bare and beautiful, was almost too much to bear, and a rush of heat flooded my body, pooling in my groin and spreading through my veins like wildfire.
I had watched countless videos of Magic Marco, had seen him perform for the camera, but nothing prepared me for what it was like having him here, in the flesh, his eyes locked on mine.
Then Marc reached for my shirt, tugging it off and tossing it on the floor next to his discarded clothing. Marc’s hands moved to my belt, deftly undoing the buckle before sliding my pants down my legs. His eyes never left mine as he took in the sight of me, his gaze full of desire and something else—something deeper, more profound. “ Mi amor ,” he breathed as he traced a finger along my jawline. “You’re beautiful.”
I blushed at the compliment—I was nothing compared to Marc’s physical magnetism. But the way he looked at me made me trust he meant it.
He thought I was beautiful.
Then his lips found my neck, dropping kisses along my collarbone as his hands continued their exploration of my body until I was as naked as he was. He worshiped every inch of me, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My breathing grew ragged, and I moaned as his mouth found mine again, my eyes closing as he pushed me back onto the bed with a soft thump.
As Marc crawled up the bed, his body hovering over mine, heat radiated from his skin and my heart raced as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. “Need you so bad, baby.”
I couldn’t find the words to respond, my throat tight with emotion and desire. Instead, I reached for him, my hands sliding over the smooth, warm skin of his back, down to his perfect ass, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him pressed against me.
Marc’s powerful hands gently guided me onto my stomach, the comforter cool against my heated skin. His warmth left me aching for more, but I knew he had something else in mind. As he positioned me on all fours, his body pressed against my backside, his erection hard against my thigh. His hands roamed my body, caressing and squeezing every inch of me.
Marc’s lips found their way to the nape of my neck, kissing and nibbling as his fingers continued their exploration southward toward my ass. He teased me mercilessly, circling around the tight ring of muscle that craved his touch. “I got you, baby,” he whispered before his tongue replaced his fingers, lapping at the sensitive skin. I moaned as his tongue probed deeper, loosening me up.
Every nerve in my body hummed with the sensation of Marc’s touch. It had been so long since someone made me feel this wanted, this desired. My moans turned into breathy gasps as Marc’s tongue worked its magic. My legs quivered, barely able to hold me up.
Then he pulled back, his chest heaving as he admired the sight of me, exposed and eager on all fours for him. A playful grin crossed his lips as he gave my ass a quick, firm swat, the sting of his hand sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Fuck,” I groaned, hanging my head.
“Gimme a sec, mi amor ,” he answered with a grin and leaned over the bed, his muscular arms flexing as he reached into the small bag left from earlier. The soft crinkle of a condom wrapper filled the quiet room, followed by the sound of him unrolling it onto his cock. Seconds became hours waiting, trembling, until Marc’s hands slid back on my ass, his touch gentle and reassuring as he spread the lube around my hole.
It didn’t take much to prep me, not after what happened between us earlier. “Please, Marc,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I need you.”
He responded with a low growl, his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed forward, slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to his size. The fullness was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. I gasped, my fingers gripping the bed as he continued to thrust, his movements maddeningly steady and controlled.
“You feel so good, Kenny,” Marc murmured, his breath hot against my neck as he covered my body with his. “So fucking perfect.”
Those words sent a wave of heat through me, and I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm. He grunted hard at that, his big hands grasping tight on my hips and soon the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, along with our moans and gasps of pleasure.
Marc’s right hand snaked around my hip, finding my cock, hard and aching for attention. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, my body tensing and my breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Still so tight,” Marc groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. “Like you were made for me… All mine.”
His words were all it took, and I tumbled over the edge, convulsing as I came, my cum spilling onto his hand and the comforter below.
Marc’s hands gripped me as he pulled out with a groan, leaving me empty and aching. I trembled as he flipped me over, my back hitting the bed, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. I gazed up, heart racing, as he aligned himself and thrust back inside with a force that made me gasp.
“Fuck,” Marc growled, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “You feel so damn good.”
He moved again, his hips pistoning forward as he fucked me hard and rough, the way I craved it. My back arched off the mattress, my body straining to meet his every thrust. The sound of our fucking filled the room. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned with each deep thrust as he leaned in, bending me in half. “Don’t stop… don’t—”
Marc’s movements became erratic, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath against my skin as he let out a guttural groan. His cock pulsed inside me, and he came with a shout in my ear, his body shuddering as he emptied himself.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled together, our breaths slowing down. The solid heft of Marc’s body pressed against mine, his skin radiating warmth as I traced lazy circles against his shoulder.
This strange sense of victory settled on me. I’d somehow won the heart of this man, and I was never letting go.
The soft glow of the downtown lights streamed in from the window. From where I lay, I saw people in another nearby high rise, walking around, lights turning on and off, living their lives.
Would any of them ever be as happy as I was at this moment?
Marc shifted slightly, his hand coming to rest on my chest, above my heart. The gentle pressure of his touch, the way his fingers ghosted across my skin, sent little shivers of pleasure through my body. “Kenny?” he whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable in the quiet of the room. “Are you okay?”
My face broke into a wide smile as I let out a deep sigh. Was I okay? “Fucking amazing, babe.” I played with his hair as he pulled off his condom, then stretched across me to grab a few tissues from the nightstand. “See what I mess I made?” I told him as he cleaned my cum off his hands and dabbed at the comforter.
He chuckled low. “My bad, I guess,” he told me before dipping his head to meet mine in the softest kiss, such a contrast to the rough fucking just a few moments before. “But you felt so good, when I was inside you,” he said, his fingers ghosting over my shoulder. “Like your body was made for me.”
He had no idea what effect those words had on me. Here I was, holding the man I had loved from afar for so long, now mine in every sense of the word.
And here in Marc’s arms, I’d found so much more than I ever imagined.
I stirred from a deep, contented sleep, the first tendrils of consciousness drawing me out of my dreams and back to the waking world. Instinctively, I reached out across the rumpled sheets, seeking the warmth and solidity of Marc’s body beside me.
My fingers met only the cool cotton fabric.
Blinking the last vestiges of sleep from my eyes, I propped myself up on one elbow, scanning the room. On the table next to Marc’s side of the bed, I spotted what was left of the pastries that we’d eaten in bed, feeding each other after our lovemaking, making plans for the summer to take Mia to the beach.
I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday, this quiet celebration, the two of us wrapped up in each other.
Ah—there he was, silhouetted against those floor-to-ceiling windows, the gentle morning light painting his bare skin in a soft golden glow.
For a moment, I simply drank in the sight of him—the strong, proud lines of his shoulders, the taut planes of his back, the enticing curve of his ass. Every inch of him was pure perfection, a work of art crafted by the most skilled of hands.
And he was mine.
But it wasn’t just his physical beauty that took my breath away. It was the quiet strength he exuded, the abiding love and dedication he showed to those he cared for, the way he faced life’s challenges with grace and determination.
In Marc, I had found not just a lover, but a true partner; someone to walk beside me through whatever came next.
Was it too soon for that? Maybe—but right now, anything was possible. “Anything interesting out there?” I asked, propping myself up on one elbow.
Marc’s face lit up as he smiled and turned toward me. “Just some people walking their dog around. It’s gonna be a pretty day.”
God, he was breathtaking, all tousled hair and warm, adoring gaze. We had nowhere to be, no rushing off to work or dealing with the demands of daily life. Just this perfect, peaceful moment to savor.
His smile widened as he sauntered toward our bed, his flaccid cock swinging in front of him. “I’m going to run downstairs and grab us some coffee,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
Even in these unguarded moments, he was effortless. “That sounds amazing. Two sugars and two creams. I’m jumping in the shower.” Sitting up in bed, the sheets pooled at my waist. “Join me when you get back?”
“Absolutely.” As Marc pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, I paused to admire the play of muscles beneath his skin, the way his body moved with a dancer’s grace that never failed to take my breath away.
He caught me staring and winked, a playful grin tugging at his lips, before disappearing out the door.
Alone in the hushed room, nestled in the pillows, a profound sense of contentment washed over me. The memories of the night before played through my mind like a movie reel, each moment a precious treasure that I would never forget.
An unshakable certainty nestled deep in my bones: what Marc and I shared was real, the kind of love that some people spent their whole lives searching for, and as I lay there, waiting for him to return, I silently vowed to do everything in my power to be the partner and the love that Marc deserved.
Stella wasn’t wrong. Men like Marc Mendez weren’t everyday miracles—they were once-in-a-lifetime blessings, especially in a town like Blanco Springs. This relationship, new and tender and precious, was too important to take lightly.
I wasn’t going to fuck this up.
The bathroom was a study in luxury, all gleaming marble and polished chrome, the spacious shower calling to me after last night’s business. I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right, steam billowing around me, blanketing the room in mist.
As I stepped under the spray, warm water cascaded down, melting away the knots in my muscles and washing the last vestiges of our fucking. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back and letting the water run over my face, the pressure a gentle massage against my skin.
I heard the door to the hotel room open and close. My right hand cupped my cock, already half-hard at the thought of Marc joining me in the shower. Maybe he’d let me suck him off this morning. “Marc?” I called out, my voice bouncing off the tiled walls. “Come join me, the water’s perfect.”
As I waited for him to appear, my mind wandered, replaying the moments we had shared the night before. The way his hands had taken possession of my body, the taste of his skin, the sound of his breathless moans in my ear as he fucked me. A rush of heat that had nothing to do with the warm water washed over me, inside me, a deep ache of longing that settled low in my belly.
But the minutes ticked by, and Marc still hadn’t appeared. A sense of unease crept in, a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispering that something wasn’t right. “Marc?”
I turned off the water, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a fluffy white towel around my waist. The steam clung to my skin as I made my way back into the bedroom.
Marc, sat on the edge of the bed, his face drawn and pale. His eyes were wide and shocked as he held my phone in a vice grip. “Your phone was on the floor,” Marc said, holding the device up.
The PrivatelyYours logo glowed on the screen.
No, no, no… This wasn’t happening. Not now, not when everything had been so perfect. I wrapped the towel tighter around my waist and stepped forward hesitantly. “I can explain—”
“Did you know?” His voice sliced through my words. “Did you know who I was this whole time? About Magic Marco?”
The pain and betrayal in his eyes hit me like a punch to the gut. My mouth opened, but no words came. How did I explain without making it worse? My mind raced for the right thing to say but came up empty.
What could I say?