“Nothing like waiting until the last minute,” he said with a chuckle. “Was your time with Jude so engaging that you couldn’t make it back with time to spare?”
“There’s time,” I said, and frowned because the less we spoke about Jude, the better. “Plenty of…so?”
“You tell me,” he said, and he pushed my hand down over his cock, which wasn’t slightly at attention or perked up; it was full blown hard and pressing against the jeans he had changed into for the hike. “But it would be a really bad look if we were both late for the trip.”
“I think we’ll manage,” I said as I yanked open the button to his jeans and reached in to fish him out.
As often as I had told him, I didn’t think I had ever really got across to him how beautiful his dick was, mostly because I was sure that if I did, his ego might explode from being over-inflated. Not that I minded if he got arrogant, because it really was worthy of praise. It was hefty and long, but neither trait was in excess that you had to worry about what you were going to let him do to you. I loved the way it felt in my hand, with the perfect amount of weight, and I definitely loved the feeling of it filling me up, ass or mouth.
I squatted, took him in my mouth, feeling his hands push into my hair while I started rooting through my bag until I found a smaller bag. I let him grab my head and push forward, ignoring the protest from my throat as I felt him slide into it with a low groan. I opened the smaller bag and found what I was looking for as he began to pump slowly.
Then he stopped when he saw what was in my hand. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” I said as I stood up to kiss him again, desperate to add layers and layers of his kisses to my lips as I undid my pants and dropped them and my underwear to my ankles and opened the lube. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Two things, if I fuck you like I mean it, especially with minimal time for prep, I can’t see you getting through a whole hike comfortably,” he said and yet he wasn’t moving to stopme as I slathered a layer of lube over my hand and wrapped it around his cock. “And do you really want to do all that walking with my load inside you?”
The practical answer was I absolutely did not want that because it could end up being messy. Except the practical side of my head wasn’t in control, and instead another part was taking over. That side said that if I had his load in me for hours, I could think about that rather than the lips of a well-intentioned eighteen-year-old pressed against mine.
“You mean,” I began as I closed the bottle and dropped it back in the bag, “is it a good idea for your load to be inside me while I walk around with the guys? With everyone unaware that you fucked me and left me marked from the inside? Do I think that’s a good idea?”
“Is it?” he asked, but his voice was hoarse, betraying the way my words had pierced through his logical thinking and reached the animalistic part that was desperate to do what I was describing.
“It wouldn’t be the first time one of us went about our normal job with the other’s load up their ass,” I reminded him as I turned around and tried to angle myself so he wouldn’t have to hunch down to fuck me. It also drew his attention to my ass rather than to the logistical problems of my desperate, but hopefully just horny-looking behavior.
“Fuck,” he muttered in one of his rare moments, and his hands were on my hips, shifting me around until I felt the head of his dick pushing against me. “Don’t blame me if you end up sore.”
“I’ll live,” I said, trying to sound dismissive. I didn’t want to betray the desperation I felt that he be the one who touched me, the one who kissed me, and now fucked me deep and left me with a reminder so I didn’t have to think about what had happened.
God, was doing that right after Jude jumped me with a kiss a horrible thing to do? Or was it only horrible because I wasn’t being honest about it?
Before I could get lost in whether I should be uncharacteristically tight-lipped or not, I felt the pressure as he pushed forward. There had been no prep, so there was plenty of tension fighting to keep him out. Yet I had faith he would get it in and focused instead on taking deep, quiet breaths as I willed my body to relax, to take the dick that we already knew was enjoyable when it sank in deep.
Thankfully, that meant I was prepared when he finally punched through. It had been a while since someone had stuck it in me without any sort of prep work, and I’d forgotten how strong and deep the burning sensation could go. Yet when he reached around and grabbed my softening cock as the head of his cock stretched me open, I felt the discomfort fade. It wasn’t gone by any means, but it was a lot easier to ignore when he slowly stroked me as he eased forward.
“Oh, you’re right, there’s going to be plenty of time for us to make it,” he groaned softly, and I shivered when I realized he was leaned in close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck. “It’s…almost too tight.”
“You like it?” I asked roughly as he rocked, moving his hands with the movement, and I sucked in a breath as the pleasure radiated from where our bodies met.
“Love it,” he added in a low growl that almost made me forget the pain when he reached even deeper inside me and the burning ache renewed. Yet he waited, his breath coming out in harsh puffs as he was clearly trying to keep control but struggling as he pushed in deeper, testing me, or perhaps himself.
There was no time like the present, however, and I pushed my hips back, biting back a cry as my ass bumped his hips andI felt the entire length inside me, pulsing with the beat of his heart. Marc swore colorfully again, his forehead pressing against me as he kissed the back of my neck with a feverish, hungry energy that made chills race down my spine.
“Close,” he warned, and I knew I had almost tipped him over the edge. “How do you always get me so close, so quickly?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, my body humming with the ache, but anticipating what was to come. I had jumped him in the elevator, and while that camera didn’t record, there was always a chance that someone on my team could glance at the elevator feed and see what we were doing. Which was fucking, in a semipublic place, and then we were going to leave the elevator and pretend nothing had happened, with his cum deep inside me. “Fuck, oh fuck, Marc…Jesus, you’re not even moving and you feel amazing.”
“Still not perfect?” he asked, grinding against me, and I bit back another cry. I’d never had cause to find out if the elevator shaft could muffle sound for anyone who might be near the doors, and while it was dangerous, I didn’t want to risk being blatant.
“Needs, more…study,” I ground out and then groaned when he pulled back. He felt bigger than usual, but that only meant I was gripping him tightly as he pushed in. Burn and pleasure filled me as he pulled back again and again, taking time to push in carefully. I knew the moment had come when the ache faded and I was left with the feeling of his cock inside me, of the pleasure it was already bringing, and what it could bring.
“Fuck me,” I said, pleading rather than demanding, because right now, wrong or right, I needed it.
Whether he sensed that or was just as eager to fulfill the wish, he did just that. As a lover, Marc was neither shy nor hesitant; he moved with confidence, even if he wasn’t always doing the right thing at the exact right time. Which meant he could thrustinto me again and again until he found the spot inside me that made my vision explode with color and my stomach tighten with anticipation.
I heaved out a breath, gasping for air as his thrusts picked up pace, faster than usual, but that made sense considering our time limit. His fingers dug into my hips and his breath was hot on my neck as he really pounded away at me, working as deep as he could each time. Standing meant he could fuck me in earnest. I found my face pressed against the cold metal of the car’s wall as he worked into me repeatedly.
He was right to warn me; I was going to be sore the rest of the day and possibly into tomorrow. That didn’t matter because I was getting exactly what I wanted as my breath fogged the metal. My legs shook and my body quivered, but all that left my mouth was eager panting and encouragement that I kept as quiet as I could.
