His eyes were an amber brown, ringed in a dark soil color, and his pupils were huge. His hair was a dirty, light brown, almost blond and now a mess from flopping over. He was shocked, surprised, unsure, andreally turned on.
A flood of emotions poured through me, wrecking me, eroding walls and dams and levees that normally blocked and redirected all this shit. This time, it plowed right through me.
Marcus Romano was fucking gorgeous.
And I wanted to get to know him even more.
Before I could put any thoughts in my head, or pull any out or screw all this up by thinking, I pressed forward and slammed my mouth over his.
He let out a little gasp, just a little one, and thentook the fuck over.
His tongue pressed against me, pushed against my lips and invaded my mouth. As demanding as that was, his lips were liquid, warm, inviting on mine. He moved them slowly and carefully, as his tongue did the same with mine. I felt pure heat race through me, and the languid desire seemed to follow, landing in my balls.
I hadn’t felt this hard in years.
While his assault on my mouth continued, his fingers laced up into my hair, scraping my scalpe lightly, teasing the nape of my neck. His other hand slipped down my back, tracing my spine, and spreading wide over the globe of my ass.
He squeezed, slowly.
The sensation of his heightening pressure on me through my jeans did crazy things to my brain, my whole body.
I felt like I was going to come in my pants like I was thirteen again.
With a quick move, Marcus rolled us so he was above me and his weight on me felt so damn amazing. I could feel his hard cock pressing against mine through the sweat pants we were wearing.
“Holy God, Chase…” His breath was ragged as he leaned his forehead on mine.
“You kiss like a dream.”
He moved his hips over mine, rubbing us together. “I want to drag you into that bed. But if I do that we’ll never climb out tomorrow.”
I reached down between us and slipped my hand under the waistband of his pants. “You’re absolutely correct on that.” I trailed my fingers down his erection and cupped his balls. “But we’re not getting up until you get off.”
His hand didn’t bother trying to be subtle. He shoved the pants off my hips, dragging my boxers with them, and let them rest halfway down my thighs. I took his cue and did the same with his.
Marcus’ big hand brought our cocks together, and he held them tightly, slipping his thumb over the head and gathering the pre-cum, moving his hand up and down. “I need to make you come, Chase.”
“Yes, God, yes,” I hissed.
He leaned down to my ear, and for the first time in the weeks we’d spent together, I heard Marcus Chastain’s deliciousfuck mebedroom voice. “I have wanted to touch you almost since the day I met you. I have craved your taste like a man in a desert craves water.”
Oh, God.All I could do was whimper at his words. So many times I heard those perfect tones in my ears when I listened to him narrate those filthy words, his sounds, his breaths in the headphones, while my hand made quick work of my own cock.
Now, they werehiswords, and his hand, and he was above me pressing me to the floor of my own bedroom. Real, live, sexual, sultry, andoh so fucking good.
I hadn’t even realized I was building the emotional connection I needed with him for this to happen, and it felt better than just about anything else—or one—I had ever done in my life.
“You feel like steel in my hand, Chase. Your skin is hot and you’re so perfectly thick against me.”
“Marcus…”
“I want your cum on me.”
There was no stopping me at that point. I arched into his body, pressing our dicks against his stomach and the orgasm just roared out of my body, spilling every last drop of cum I had in my balls all over him, me, our cocks, his hand, our shirts. Not even three strokes of his massive hand later, he roared his climax as well, joining his release with mine all over our bodies.
He released our spent erections a moment after, and he wrapped his hands under my arms, rolling us to our sides.
I was staring into his amazing eyes.
