Chapter 16
Marshall
Gabriel pulls me through the doorway and I follow, my hand tight in his.
The room is dark except for moonlight cutting through the window, painting silver across his bed.
He turns to face me, his eyes dark with want.
We’re both naked and hard and holy shit, this is happening. This is really happening.
I reach out and gently push his shoulders to guide him backward. He steps back, his eyes never leaving mine, until his calves hit the edge of the bed. One more push and he falls, his back hitting the mattress, his body sprawling out in front of me.
Decadent. That’s the word that comes to mind. Seeing Gabriel like this, spread out on his bed, waiting for me, feels decadent. Probably wrong to everyone else, but so fucking right for us.
I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs. He watches me, his chest heaving, his hands fisted in the sheets beside his hips. I lean down and press my lips to his hipbone, feeling the sharp jut of it against my mouth. He shivers.
I kiss higher. His abs tense under my lips, the muscles contracting as I drag my mouth up his stomach.
I take my time, tasting salt and heat, learning the map of his body with my tongue.
His chest is next, smooth skin stretched over solid muscle, and I kiss across his pecs before finding one dusty-pink nipple.
I flick it with my tongue and Gabriel gasps, his back arching off the bed.
I move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, and his hands leave the sheets to tangle in my hair. His grip is tight, almost painful, and I groan against his skin.
I’m up to his collarbone now, kissing along the ridge of it. His throat is next, and I feel his pulse fluttering under my lips as I drag my mouth up the column of his neck. I kiss under his jaw, where his skin is softest, and he makes a sound that’s half whimper, half moan.
Finally, I reach his mouth. I capture his lips with mine and kiss him deeply, my tongue sliding against his, tasting him. He kisses me back, his hands pulling me down, closing the space between our bodies.
Our cocks align and the sensation hits me all at once. Hard against hard, heat against heat, my cock pressed along the length of his. Gabriel whimpers into my mouth and his hips jerk up, grinding against me.
Fuck. Fuck.
I break the kiss and look down at where our bodies are joined. In the moonlight, I can see both our cocks, flushed and leaking, pressed together. It’s the first time I’ve seen another man’s cock this close, the first time I’ve felt one against mine, and the sight is overwhelming.
Gabriel is not as big as I am, but his cock is still a good size and thick, the head dark and glistening.
I reach down between us, wrapping my hand around him, and the feeling of holding another man’s cock is foreign but not bad at all.
His skin is hot and silky, pulsing in my grip.
I give him a gentle tug, base to tip, and Gabriel’s whole body goes rigid beneath me.
“Marshall,” he gasps. “Stop, or I’m going to come.”
I freeze, my hand still wrapped around him. “Already?”
“Yes. Fuck, stop. It’s too much.”
I let go and move my hand to his hip instead, gripping the bone there. Gabriel takes several breaths, fast and shallow, and I watch the moonlight play across his face as he tries to calm down.
After a moment, his eyes open and focus on me. There’s something raw in his expression, something so vulnerable that I can’t help myself.
I lean down and kiss him again. Our tongues tangle lazily, exploring, and I feel him relax beneath me. When I pull back, I keep my lips close to his, barely touching.
“What do you want?” I murmur against his mouth.
Gabriel’s hands tighten in my hair. “I want you inside me.”
My cock pulses at his words, a bead of precum sliding down the crown, and I have to close my eyes for a second to regain control.
“No,” the word comes out rough. “Absolutely not.”
Gabriel’s eyes snap open, and he scowls at me. “Why the hell not?”
“I’ll hurt you.” I shift my weight, pulling back, but Gabriel’s hands in my hair keep me close.
“You won’t.”
“Gabriel.” I shake my head. “You saw how big I am. There’s no way—”
“Marshall,” he cuts me off, his voice firm. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
“I will. I’m too big. I’ll tear you apart.”
“No.” His hands slide from my hair to cup my face, forcing me to look at him. “You won’t. Please, Marshall. Trust me.”
I frown at him. “What do you mean, trust you?”
Gabriel’s face flushes, the color visible even in the dim light. He looks away, and I watch his throat work as he swallows.
“I, uh, have kind of a size kink.”
I stare at him, my brain short-circuiting for a second. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He still won’t look at me. “From the moment I saw how big you were, I… couldn’t stop thinking about it. About having you inside me.”
My cock pulses hard, another bead of precum welling and sliding down. If he keeps talking like this, I’m going to come just from his words.
“Gabriel—”
“I have this toy,” he continues, his voice gaining confidence now that he’s started. “That I use on myself when I want something bigger. It’s not as big as you are, but close enough.”
I curse under my breath and grind down against him, unable to help myself. The friction makes us both groan.
“You’re driving me crazy with the shit you’re saying.”
“You want me to tell you more?”
Yes. God, yes. I’m a masochist, apparently.
He bites his lower lip before he continues. “The night when I saw your cock, when you jerked off in front of my face, I went up to my room and fucked myself with that toy, thinking about you.”
“Fuck.” The word punches out of me. I reach down and grab myself, squeezing hard. He’s killing me. Absolutely destroying me with his words.
“And since that night,” Gabriel’s voice drops lower, “I’ve used that toy a few times, thinking about you. Imagining it was your cock inside me instead.”
I squeeze myself harder, my hand trembling. I’m so close to the edge, so close to losing it, and we haven’t even done anything yet.
“Show me.” My voice is barely recognizable. “Show me the toy.”
Gabriel’s eyes widen, and the flush on his face deepens. But he shifts beneath me, reaching toward his nightstand and pulling open the drawer. He fumbles inside for a moment before pulling out a dark blue silicone dildo.
He holds it up, and I take it from him, studying it in the moonlight. It’s detailed, realistic-looking, with veins and a flared head. And it’s huge. Easily eight inches long and thick around. But as I measure it against my own size, I realize it’s still not as thick as me.
Gabriel is watching me, waiting for my reaction. His teeth worry at his bottom lip, and I can see the anxiety creeping back in.
“Well?” he asks finally. “Will you fuck me, Marshall? Please.”
I can’t say no when he’s begging me like that. I’ve never been able to say no to him, not really, and especially not now when he’s spread out beneath me, naked and hard and wanting me so bad.
“Do you have lube?” I croak.
He nods toward the drawer. “In there.”
I set the toy down on the bed and reach into the drawer, fishing around until my fingers close around a bottle. I pull it out, then notice something else: a strip of condoms.
I hold them up. “Do you want me to use these?”
Gabriel shakes his head. “No. If you’re okay with it.”
My heart pounds. He wants me bare. Wants to feel all of me with nothing between us.
“I got tested after Rachel,” I tell him. “Haven’t been with anyone since. I’m clean.”
“Same for me. After Blaine.” His eyes lock on mine. “So?”
So we’re doing this. I’m going to fuck my stepbrother bare.
The thought should probably terrify me or make me hesitate, but it doesn’t. It just makes me harder.
I set the condoms aside and pop the cap on the lube. Gabriel is still on his back beneath me, and as I watch, he bends his knees and pulls his feet closer to his body, spreading his legs and opening himself up to me.
The sight steals my breath. He’s completely exposed, vulnerable, trusting me with this. I pour a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, letting it warm against my skin, and then I reach down, my fingers brushing against his entrance.
I circle one finger around the tight ring of muscle, not pushing in yet, just massaging. Gabriel pushes back against my finger impatiently, seeking more, but I take my time, keeping the pressure light. Finally, after a minute, I give him what he wants and press a little harder against his entrance.
“That’s it,” I murmur, as my finger breaches the rim. “Let me in.”
Gabriel relaxes around my finger and I push further. He’s so tight, the heat and pressure around my finger are almost overwhelming, and for a moment I don’t think I’m going to fit. If one finger is this much of a stretch, there’s no way my cock will.
But I keep going, pushing deeper, until Gabriel makes a sound that’s half gasp, half moan.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he exhales. “Keep going.”
I add more lube and work a second finger in beside the first. I watch his face carefully for any sign of pain, but he only pushes back onto my fingers, taking them deeper.
His cock is flushed dark red and leaking onto his stomach, and I watch a drop of precum slide down his shaft as I work him open.
The third finger takes longer. I add more lube and go slowly, easing in bit by bit, and Gabriel’s breathing gets ragged.
I lean down to kiss his hipbone. “Breathe,” I murmur against his skin. “Relax for me.”
Gabriel exhales and I feel him give in, his muscles loosening, and my third finger slides home. He makes a sound that’s pure relief mixed with pleasure, and his hips start to move, fucking himself on my fingers.
I crook all three and hit a spot inside him that makes him gasp and arch off the bed. I press against it firmly.
“Fuck!” Gabriel’s hand flies to his cock, wrapping around the base and squeezing hard. “Marshall, stop. I’m going to come.”