Chapter Eight
Eli
The way this man looksat me is too much.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I was close to blowing. Coupled with the plug in my ass and the way Mark drinks me in with his eyes, there’s a strong possibility I might come the moment he touches me.
Taking this opportunity while I make Mark strip in front of me allows me to catch my breath and get myself in check. I’m rewarded as he peels off layer upon layer, starting with his soft, blue cotton pullover. My face and body heat as I appreciate his incredible physique. My mouth waters at the first glimpse of his torso. Where I’m muscular and athletic, my new lover is a wolf. All male, well-built, dark thatches of hair in all the right places. And oh-so virile.
I stare with my mouth open, sucking in large quantities of air, palming my erection through my jeans.
“You’d give any of those doctors on Grey’s a run for their money,” I point out, to which he replies with a furrow of his brow.
“Never mind. Proceed.” I gesture for him to keep going.
The gleam in his eye has an edge of seduction and deviousness, both of which I like a lot. Watching him morph from the buttoned-up doctor to this sexually assertive man is like unwrapping the best birthday gift ever.
Mark places his hand on the front of his jeans and I stare with rapt attention at the trail of coarse, thick hair leading in and disappearing under the waistband.
“Stop.” I say, taking a step toward him as his head pops up, question written in his features.
I bat his hands away and replace them with mine.
“Let me.”
He holds his arms out like he’s ready to fly. “Be my guest.”
Mark’s a few inches taller than me, so when I lean in to kiss him I need to stretch just a bit to reach him. My fingers deftly unbutton as I use my tongue to swipe across the seam of his lips. I make quick work of his jeans and shimmy them down his legs, dragging them to the ground as he kicks them off.
I do the same with my jeans and it leaves us both in only our underwear and socks.
“Maybe we can take this into your bedroom?”
Without a word, Mark grabs the paper bag in one hand and my hand in the other, tugging me down the hall toward his bedroom.
As we move through the condo, I briefly take notice of the layout and surroundings. A bathroom, two other rooms and then we step into a large, luxuriously-styled master bedroom. Even with the briefest of tours, it’s easy to see that Mark has money based on the posh furnishings, artwork and decor. And I have my doubts that he lives solely off his doctor’s income. He screams Ivy League and Trust Fund baby.
I’ll save those get-to-know-me questions for another time, though. Right now, all I want to know is how Mark’s cock feels inside me. Mark shoves me onto my back on his bed, where I land with a soft plop.
“I’m going to explore a little bit. Maybe finish what I wasn’t able to start last night.”
The tip of his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and my cock twitches at both the sight and the comment.
Instead of responding, I tug my briefs down, lifting my hips to assist in matters, as Mark yanks them down the rest of the way. My erection springs free and bobs against my belly.
“Spread your legs. I wanna see,” he says, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
His excitement gives my own eager behavior a run for the money and I grab my knees, pulling them up against my chest so he gets the full view of my plug-filled ass.
“Shit, that is so hot. How does it feel?”
The question gives me pause. Has he never worn one? Interesting. I make note to add that to the questions I’ll ask later. But for now, I want to move things along before I blow my load.
Before I can respond, I feel his finger skim down the back of my hamstrings, teasing the soft hairs that line my legs until he curves them inward and his fingertip circles featherlight touches over the plug.
I suck in a breath and grunt, biting my lip when the lightning bolt of pleasure bursts through my body.
“Ungh...”
