Marcus watches my face for a second. “You sure, you aren’t just–”
“Yes, Marcus, trust me, I’m completely sure that the only thing I want more than feeling your cum oozing out of me and dripping down the back of my legs, is to feel your cock lodged firmly in my ass! So where's the lube already?” I hiss out, my dick throbbing with impatience at the conversation.
Marcus’s eyes are popped open wide, his breathing heavy when the question finally hits him, and he shakingly nods his head.
“Right here,” he says, reaching up over me to pull it out of his nightstand.
There’s a bit of fumbling above my head, and I try to arch up to look behind me, but the gravity of the situation becomes apparent when Marcus starts muttering to himself.
“Shit, it’s empty,” he curses. “Why is it empty?” he asks himself, as though the concept of unreplenishable sources eventually running out is out of his grasp at the moment.
Can’t really blame him. I’m at the end of my tether too; my dick is getting quite pissed actually at yet another interruption.
I let out an aggravated sigh because no, this isn’t a moment when I can rein in my emotions and act like a normal human with feelings who is aware that other humans have feelings, too. I scramble to get out of bed, and Marcus wraps his hand around my wrist to keep me from getting too far away.
“No, wait. I can–” he says, thinking I’m throwing in the towel.
“I’m just running to grab mine; I’ll be like two minutes,” I explain, trying to dislodge my wrist from his grasp.
The worry in his eyes is instantly replaced with a huge smile. “I’ll give you thirty seconds,” he teases, and his ability to bounce back from feeling rejected to being cocky is an unnatural feat that should definitely be studied.
Just not right now. Right now, the only thing that matters is getting the fucking lube.
Luckily, the delay is minimal, since putting the plug in this morning and popping up to my room throughout the day to reapply, Iknow exactly where it’s at and how much of it I have, which is more than enough for tonight. I’ll worry about more tomorrow; hell, I’ll order enough to challenge the country’s stock of the stuff if I have to, to make damn sure we never run out again.
When I rush back, I find a very naked Marcus, laying a towel down on the bed. He looks up at me, and I let my eyes drop down and take a very slow, very pointedly appreciative perusal of his gorgeous as fuck body.
My brain is curling around the notion that he is just ridiculously mouthwatering, with his thick, perfect lips and intense eyes, along with all that dark skin, bulging muscles, and cut abs.
An intrusive thought of being in awe that someone like him would ever want someone like me tries to take root, but when he takes a step towards me with raw, hungry eyes, the thought runs away.
I toss him the lube before hooking my hands under the hem of my shirt and giving him a cocky wink.
“You got started without me.”
“Just getting everything ready.”
His eyes never leave mine as I strip off my clothes. Not gonna lie, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how openly appreciative he is of my body. Not that I think I’m terrible to look at or anything. But I know society prefers abs and muscles like his over my thin lines and smooth, undefined skin.
“Definitely gonna need to get things ready. Luckily, when I said I prepped for this earlier, I meant it.” I step towards him, trying to dispel the intrusive thought.
Marcus has never held back on telling me how pretty he finds me, and he’s never done or said anything to contradict that, so those nasty thoughts have no place here. Not tonight.
“What do you mean?” Marcus raises a curious eyebrow as he grabs my hips and hauls me in closer to him, his leg hair grazing my already hard dick in a way that has my head spinning.
I bite the inside of my lip to hide the smile trying to break free. I’m going for sultry here because I know this is gonna be the ultimate tease for him, but the smile will ruin the delivery.
“I’m not the most patient person ever. It’s been a really long time since I last got laid, and you’re not exactly average-sized, so Imayhave made accommodations formyimpatience andyoursize,” I purr out lightly while walking my fingers up his torso and down his arm.
“What does that mean?” he rumbles out, full of hesitation and curiosity.
“It means,” I start while threading my fingers through his. “This,” I finish while guiding his hand down and behind me until his fingers brush against the metal ring resting against my hole.
I know the instant he feels it when his eyes widen with understanding, before his face morphs into a mixture of lust and possession that would almost be scary if it weren’t for it being Marcus.
His fingers dig into my hip as he pulls me deeper into him, while the fingers of his other hand start curling around the ring of the plug and playing with it, causing the toy to shift and wreak havoc inside of me.
“You mean to tell me,” he growls against my ear. “You’ve been curled up on me all day, teasing thefuckout of me, while wearingthisthe whole time?”
