With my other hand, I move slowly south, etching circles into their abdomen until my fingers graze their inner thigh.
“Does that mean I’m being a good boy, Qiang?”
“Jesus, Marcus.” A heavy groan rolls out of them, and my cock twitches against them.
“I’ll take that as a yes, so I’ll claim my reward,” I breathe against them, my fingers skating along their inner thigh, drifting teasingly close to their balls.
“And what reward is that?” Their body arches against me, their thighs trembling at my touch.
“I want three,” I growl into their ear.
A heavy gasp escapes them when I cup their balls.
“Three what?” they barely breathe out as they scrunch their eyes, an expression that’s as confused as it is concupiscent.
I nip their ear, living for the delectable shudder that works through their body at the sensation.
“Three of your orgasms. I want the first right now. The second is when I feast on your perfect ass. And the third, while my cock is buried inside of you. Think you can handle that?” I ask while my fingers curl around their hardness.
“Ah,” is the moaned response I get, and I press my thumb against the head of their cock.
“Was that a yes?” I tease against their ear.
“Ohfuck, yes,” they whisper out in ecstasy, and it does something to me to know my touch has them so far gone they can’t even draw up the snark that’s usually constantly hovering right there at their surface.
Qiang’s POV
Marcus’s hand glides along my dick, and the mixture of the warm water lapping around us and the pressure of his hand has me seeing stars.
His body is warm against my back, his hand sprawled across my chest, his breath heavy in my ear. My body can’t help but relax against him.
Today has been heavy. In all the best ways, but heavy nonetheless. And then being brought to this gorgeous hotel, knowing Marcus had arranged all of this for me. While part of me isn’t surprised he’d go so over-the-top, another part of me hitched on it because no one has ever spoiled me like this. And there’s the very real part where I’ve never been in a place where I could ever possibly allow myself to be spoiled like this until Marcus, and the weight of all of that hit too.
The shower helped me wind down from the many emotions curling through me. Still heavy and overwhelmed, but calming down and breathing easier, I’d stepped into the beautiful hot-springs tub outside to help soothe the rest of the way down.
The hotel had really gone all out to make it look authentic without actually being in the cold. The rock formations have fake snow accents, and the steam from the water is heavenly, the warmth even more so.
But now with Marcus against me, the heaviness is gone, my body relaxing into him while he takes more of my breath away with each pass of his hand along my dick.
The water lazily laps around us, except for the splashes and ripples from where Marcus’s hand is pumping along my shaft decadently.
“Fuck, babe. I’m not gonna last,” I whimper as all the energy coilingthrough me turns intothis, reshapes itself from the heavy, overwhelmed mixture of emotions into this hyper-focused concentration of just him.
Himin my space,himin my ear,hishands on me,hisbreath against me, the wayhiscock twitches hungrily against my ass, it’severything.
“Then don’t try. We have all night, pretty,” he drawls in my ear, his hand pumping me, and honestly, I don’t even know if it’s his hand working me over, or just having him pressed into every inch of my space that has my body coiling so fast.
Pressure curls at the base of my spine, but when his other hand trails down my body and starts rolling my balls, it’s too much to contain.
His body against me is the only thing holding me up when my toes curl, and I shatter into atoms in his hands. His voice murmurs a constant string of encouragement while he keeps jacking me through it.
It’s not until my body calms down, my breath steadying out, before he husks out two words that have my world spinning.
“That’s one.”
Andoh god, there are two more. My heart stutters in my chest, the most delicious heat coiling through me as he turns me around and hoists me up until my legs wrap around his waist.
He stares at me like I’m the molten core of his gravity, which has an unquenchable mixture of love and lust flaring within my chest. A shared, shaky breath flutters between us before he closes the distance between our lips.
