And there’s also the knowledge that while Marcus and Tristan are doing much better now, there was a good chunk of time when we all first moved in, when they’d gotten distant for a while. I know both Qi and I played a part in that, and Qi has been actively finding time to ensure Tristan and Marcus have family time together too.
So, a family day really felt like a happy medium where I got to spend time with Marcus, albeit in a not-so-naked kind of way, and with Qi and Tristan watching nostalgic movies, and letting Marcus and Tristan have some of that bonding time they need, too.
Thing is, popping a plug in for the day when I know I'm gonna get laid later isn’t uncommon for me. However, sex is perfunctory to me, at least it was until Marcus.
In the past, when I knew I had sexy plans, it still only went as far as business as usual all day until I met up with the hook-up and got laid. The plug teasing me all day was the buildup to that, not the person, and there sure as fuck was never a full day of cuddling with that warm body beside me.
Not to mention the way today’s specific body has been able to turn me sideways just by looking at it, let alone touching it, and then throwing a plug in there to add to that mix.
Yeah, today has been hell. I mean, definitely the level of hell dedicated to all things sexy, but hell nonetheless. Marcus’s arm around me, pulling me in close. The deep rumbly tenor of his voice every time he spoke. The way his fingers traced lazy patterns into my skin. All the while, just a twist in a certain way, and that plug would press against a sensitive spot, and it took everything in me not to give myself away.
So Ireallycan’t be blamed for teasing Marcus, too. I mean, I needed to let out at least some of the pent-up energy, and I can’t pretend that Marcus’s heavy breathing or the way he groaned under the teasing didn’t just add fuel to the fire. Really, if he weren’t soadamantly hot and responsive to my touch, and so eager to sign up for this life with me, thenmaybeI’d have behaved better.
Suffice it to say, by the time Qi and Tristan went back downstairs, I was ready to go, and when Marcus’s intense eyes shifted to me, it took everything in me not to jump him on the spot. The gravelly countdown and subsequent chase only added to the need that had been building in me for longer than I care to admit.
And now we're tangled in the satin sheets of his bed, with him hovering over me, his kisses expressing just how pent upI’vemade him throughout the day, and if that isn’t the most aphrodisiac thought ever, then I don’t know what is.
But all that gets chased away when his hand works its way down my body and curls around my painfully ‘hard all day’ dick.
My head falls back at the heady sensation, disconnecting from his kiss with a whine of “Please, Marcus,” punching out of me because Ineedhis touch more than I need air.
“Please, what? What do you want me to do to you, Qiang?” Marcus drawls in my ear while his fingers curl in enough to add the perfect amount of pressure around my needy dick.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to sit down for a week without feeling you. I’ve wanted it all day, prepped for it this morning, hoping that we’d get here, and now Ineedit,” I rush out.
Marcus lifts his head to look at me, and I don’t know what he sees in mine, but I know the moment he processes how desperately I mean my words when his eyes dilate and the barest hint of a whine mixes in with the whoosh of air he exhales.
“Fuck, you say things like that, and it just scrambles my brain,” he says, and then, for whatever unfathomable reason he might have, he pulls away.
Not a lot, just I wanted more kisses and things to keep going, and he’s slightly sitting back on his haunches and creating distance.
I prop up on my elbows and try to meet his gaze while he’s having some sort of internal battle.
“You don’treallyneed your brain right now, do you?” I ask, hoping this isn’t me about to get rejected, because every momentleading up to this said we were on the same page, so I’m confused by the change.
Marcus’s eyes slam shut, and he takes a heavy breath before leaning a bit more into my space.
“Wait! Wait-wait-wait, I tested negative after my last hook-up back in August,” he says, and the pull back makes more sense now.
He’s not rejecting me; he’s setting up parameters for moving forward.
“I tested negative back in July during my yearly check-up. I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
Marcus curls his bottom lip back between his teeth before letting it go. Every time he does this, it about drives me mad. He has the most gorgeous set of lips I’ve ever seen, and watching him do this and the way the perfectly plush lip bounces delectably back into place is like some slow-motion porn fantasy on steroids.
“So condoms or no condoms?” he asks, pulling my attention from his lips to his eyes. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone before, but I’d really love to make a fucking mess out of you.”
Andoh my god, if I thought the ridiculous lip fantasies weren’t enough, the concept of his cum dripping down the back of my legs assaults my poor sex-deprived brain. Couple that with the way he made that statement so personal.
He doesn’t just want to make a mess; he specifically wants to make a mess out ofme, andholy fuck,if that isn’t the hottest sentiment ever, then I don’t know what is.
And I know it means even more than that, because protection is one of his hard rules, and yet he wants to break it for me. Not gonna lie, it's one of my biggest rules as well, and I’m just as into the idea of breaking it for him too. Which is just another first, one that’s centered on how seriously this is for me.
“Jesus, you just came right out and put that out there. I’ve never done that either, um–fuck.”
“It’s okay, we don’t have to,” he rushes out, taking my surprise as a ‘no’ instead of as me being completely waylaid by the assault of visions he just poured in my head.
“No, I want to.”
