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Over the last year, the few times Micah gave in to his carnal needs, he had taken his “dates” to a hotel—anicehotel but still a hotel. Never to his apartment.
Such wasn’t the case with Mark Stein. Micah didn’t hesitate in the slightest to bring the man to his home, allow him entry into his inner sanctum.
“This is nice.” Mark strolled around the apartment. “Very spacious.” His gaze drifted over the large living room windows. “I bet you get a lot of natural light.”
“I do.” Micah fixed them each a skiff of brandy that he kept on hand for special occasions. There weren’t many of those, but tonight surely came as close as he would ever get. “Here.” He handed Mark the snifter of brandy and gently tapped glasses in a toast. “To thebenefitsof friendship.”
Mark laughed softly. “Here, here.”
Micah lit the gas fireplace and turned the lights down low. He left his glass on the mantle and walked over to Mark and moved up behind him, his hands resting on Mark’s waist. Mark stood at a good six feet, just a couple inches shorter than Micah, his body somewhat leaner than Micah’s solid athletic frame.
“This is nice,” Mark whispered and pressed back against him. “I haven’t…been with anyone in a long while. Sometimes I just miss the closeness…the touch…of another man.”
“Me, too,” Micah murmured. He slowly rubbed up beneath Mark’s suit jacket, the man’s warm skin practically melting his white button shirt. “You feel good,” Micah breathed in his ear and began plucking loose his shirt buttons.
Mark placed his glass on the coffee table and twisted around and cupped Micah’s face, pressing a passionate kiss on his mouth. Mark urged him back toward the sofa and down on the cushions and then crawled onto his lap. “You don’t know how much I need this tonight,” he whispered shakily, his fingers hesitant and unsteady as he unfastened Micah’s tie and turned to his shirt buttons.
“I may have some idea,” Micah replied with a tremor and caressed Mark’s back, then peeled away the man’s shirt and tie. He shivered as he laid palms to his date’s bare flesh. “More thansome.”
The quiet urgency in both men urged them to bypass thepleasantriesof foreplay. When their bodies merged—Mark in his lap—a flurry of shivers surged through Micah as his lower abdomen flexed, a tightness coursing through his loins.Sweet God in heaven—the young man feltso good.
Mark threaded trembling fingers through Micah’s hair and touched his head to Micah’s warm brow. Shallow, quavering breaths slipped out of Mark as he rocked on Micah’s member, his rhythm tender and sensual as his hips rolled in a fluid motion.
“Oh, my God…” Micah swallowed hard and his head sank back against the sofa. His fingertips played along Mark’s spine, drawing shivers out of the man, bumping his warm skin. “Oh, Mark…uuhhh…yes…”
Mark slipped his arms around Micah’s neck and hugged his head, his lips pressed to his hair, as their rhythm increased, and passion heightened. The younger man whimpered and moaned, his breath coming quicker, hotter, splashing down Micah’s neck and across his shoulder.
“Micah…”Mark choked and held on tighter, his lean body tensing, rocking harder in Micah’s lap. “Oh, my God…Micah…I’m so close…”
“Me, too,” Micah panted and slipped his hand between them, aiding Mark with his impending orgasm. “Oh God, Mark…baby, I’m right there…right there…”
Mark stroked urgently on his member as Micah met him thrust for thrust. “Uuh!” Mark sucked in a sharp breath and his body jerked with a spasm as he emptied himself onto Micah’s damp skin. “Oh my God.”He shuddered as Micah worked him through the orgasm.
“Shit…”Micah gasped sharply and grabbed Mark’s hips with both hands, thrusting into him fast and deep. He gasped again and shouted out loud—and filled the condom. “Uuhh!God…” He rocked his pulsing member inside Mark, quivering all over as the ecstasy of release ebbed then gently receded. A shuddered breath rushed out of him. “Oh, my God, Mark…”
Mark wilted against him, panting unevenly, his head resting tiredly on Micah’s shoulder. “Wow…” he mumbled in exhaustion. “That was…that was…” He shivered hard and pressed his lips to Micah’s hot, damp throat. “Wow.”
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Admit it—this is the most fun you’ve had with someone in a long time.
It was true.
And the best sex you’ve had—ever.
Also, true.
There was a comfortable sense of peace and satisfaction in being with Mark. Even some relief. Neither had any expectations of the other and there was freedom in that. It wasn’t that Micah feared commitment—he didn’t—but the quest for “the one” became emotionally exhausting and mentally taxing after a while. It felt nice to be with Mark without the stress of wondering if he wasthe oneor if things would work out between them—or if he would fall for him, only to be dumped later down the line.
Coming out of the shower with the other man, it occurred to Micah that Mark was an “oasis” in this weary, barren journey to seek out his “one true love.” He was the R&R Micah desperately needed. Maybe his soulmate really was out there somewhere, but for now—he was happy and content to hang out in this momentary paradise with Mark.
Their time in the shower had been spent with much fondling and caressing, and a bit of mutualoralattention. When they walked into the bedroom with just the towels draped around their hips, both men were fully aroused once again.
They had all night to enjoy one another and didn’t rush right back into sex. Micah retrieved a bottle of wine from the kitchen and they shared it without glasses, passing the bottle back and forth.
Mark dribbled a little of the sweet nectar on Micah’s chest and it drained down through the map of his marbled abdomen. Mark took his time sucking up the wine and licking all traces from Micah’s warm skin. He raised his head and smiled at Micah, scooted up, and kissed his lips.
