My head falls back at the sudden decadent sensation when his deep voice rumbles in my ear.
“You underestimate my superpowers,” he murmurs before placing several kisses down my neck.
“We are not testing your powers while my brother is downstairs waiting for us,” I point out.
Marcus chuckles against my neck before pulling back enough to look me in the eyes.
“It’s not like he doesn’t already know what we’re doing.”
“You aren’t the one who has a three-hour car ride with him.”
“Fair enough, but I promise I can make you come, shower, and be downstairs with time to spare,” he purrs before leaning in and kissing me.
I don’t think I’m ever going to win these disputes against him when he swallows my arguments with his kisses. Because Marcus doesn’t just kiss; hedevours. His mouth is greedy and commanding, like he’s determined to pry every secret that ever existed in my mouth, and there’s nothing to do but surrender to the heaven of being explored by him. I mean, Icouldfight it, but why would I want to when it feels so good?
Marcus’s lips leave mine as he trails kisses down my neck and then back up towards my ear.
“Where is your mind?”
“Thinking about how good your kisses are,” I respond honestly, because I’m so fucking lit up from his kisses I can hardly think straight.
“Hmm,” he murmurs with a hint of disappointment. “I think I need to up my game.”
“Why? It was a compliment,” I point out, a little confused at his response.
“Yeah, but I want them so good you can’tthinkabout them; you can onlyfeelthem,” he murmurs before leaning in and capturing my mouth again.
This time there’s no urgency, no desperation. Instead, it’s steady, slow,exploratory. It’s the kind of kiss that carries more emotion than lust, and just as he wanted, it drives thoughts out of my head. Nothing exists beyond the way his lips move against mine and the way our tongues wrestle.
The more he kisses me, the more I melt into him. His body is pressed up against mine, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, dick to cock, and it’s the greatest sensation I’ve ever experienced.
I’ve had a lot of sex, but this is a different level. This isn’t lusty teenagers fumbling through new territory, or emotionless hook-ups to scratch an itch. This is deeper than anything I’ve experienced. It seeps into my bones so deep I can feel it in my soul. It’s profound, and we haven’t even fucked yet.
It’s almost terrifying to imagine how deep that experience will be with him when a blow job and a bit of rutting against each other is all it takes to blow every other sexual experience I’ve ever had right out of my head.
My arms are coiled around his neck, my lips meeting his kiss for kiss, beat for beat. I don’t want to just passively accept what he’s offering with his hot as fuck kisses; I want to come to the table and meet each term with an equal reciprocation of my own.
His mouth travels from my lips, down my neck, across my face, and back to my lips, tasting as much of me as he can in the position we’re in.
My dick is so hard it’s throbbing painfully against his as he ruts against me, seeking enough friction to send us both over the edge, but it’s not enough.
Marcus must realize that just a beat before I do, because no sooner does the thought cross my mind than he reaches behind us for a bottle of something that smells a lot like lotion. He douses his hand in the stuff before reaching between us and gripping both of us in his fist.
An overwhelmed whimper bursts out of me at the heady sensation. His cock is slightly bigger than mine, and it lines up to where the flare of his head presses into the tip of mine, and it creates a toe-curling kind of pressure.
I'm not the only one drowning in the heady sensation, though, because Marcus breaks away from our kiss and buries his cheek against my neck with a deep growl.
"Fuck, you’re perfect," he praises into my skin with a mixture of ecstasy and worship that's almost as visceral as the steady rhythm his hand is pumping us to.
Everything is too good, too much, and I can't stop the low cry of his name from escaping my mouth. Not that I'd really tried, or evenwanted to try to stop it. He's a cocky pain in the ass, but he'smycocky pain in the ass, and he deserves to know what he's doing to me when he's doing it so goddammed well.
"That’s right, Qiang. Say my name, just like that," he mewls in my ear before nipping the lobe.
My fingers tighten around him, holding on for dear life while he tears me apart with each word of praise and each slick glide of his hand around our cocks.
"You feel so fucking good, pretty," he purrs in my ear before pulling my face towards his and devouring my mouth.
His lips cover mine, with his tongue invading my mouth zealously, taking no prisoners, just capturing my soul completely.
