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One became two, and I was riding his digits while he played with my pierced nipples again, licking and nibbling, sucking and blowing on them, which made goose bumps cover my skin.
“Marcus…God…I need you so much. I had such a shitty day, and I just wanted you…knew you’d make it better.” And he did, probably more than he should have.
“Christ, you’re gonna fucking wreck me. I need inside you.” He reached for the condom, but I placed a hand on his wrist.
“Do we need it? If you’d feel more comfortable suited up, that’s fine, but I’m tested regularly. I went in right before I moved in here, and I haven’t been with anyone but you…and I’ve never…without a rubber.”
I swear his whole fucking body vibrated, like any second his skin would crack and he would burst free of it. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing until he said, “You’re gonna let me shoot my load in your tight little hole? Gonna let me fill you up and watch it leak out of you?”
“Holy shit. Don’t say stuff like that unless you want me to come before this even begins.”
Marcus chuckled, and I did too. “I’m negative too. I’ve been tested recently, and I don’t fuck without protection either.” And PrEP was also part of each of our daily routines.
“We don’t have to. I—”
“I want to,” he admitted. “Now lube up my cock and ride it for me.”
I trembled in response, pleasure skating down my spine and landing in my groin. “You’re the worst. Stop making me want you so much,” I said as I slicked up my hand, then wrapped it around Marcus’s dick.
“This is on me, huh? You’re the one who kept flirting, and look at us now. This is all your fault.”
“Yeah, but are you complaining?”
His voice turned serious when he said, “No.”
Jesus, Marcus Alston was going to be the death of me.
I pushed up onto my knees, holding the base of his cock as I maneuvered it so I could slowly lower myself. He’d opened my hole up good with his fingers, but it was still uncomfortable at first, the way it always was, my body accepting something inside.
“That’s it, baby boy. Take me. You know you want it, want my cock. That ass was made for me, wasn’t it? Tell me your ass was made for me.”
There was nothing in the world hotter than Marcus dirty-talking. His mouth was a national damn treasure of filth that I fucking loved. “My ass was made for you…but doesn’t that mean your cock was made for me?”
I lowered myself more, the pressure and stretch so damn welcome. Before I knew it, he was buried to the hilt, me sitting on his lap with my favorite dick wedged inside me.
“Ride me,” he said instead of answering, and I did, raising and lowering myself on his thick shaft. It hit me just right, made pleasure explode through every inch of my body.
I dropped my head back, but he tugged it forward again, Marcus’s mouth and tongue on my lips before he licked my piercings, playing with them, fingers digging into my ass cheeks.
He lowered himself on the couch some to make it easier, leaned back, and ran a hand down my torso. “That’s it, baby boy. Show me how well you can take that dick. Ride it until I empty my balls, filling you up with my load. Let’s see if you can come hands-free, shoot all over my chest with just my dick in your ass. Can you do it? You can rub your cum into my skin and make me smell like you.”
“Oh fuck.” My thighs began to tremble, my whole body tingling, a steady feeling that just increased each time I rose and sat on Marcus’s dick. Even more than that, it was what he said, his words fucking my brain the same way his dick did my ass, and there was nothing sexier than when your head was completely into the sex like this.
“That’s it, take my cock in your hungry hole. Milk a load out of my balls, Kai. My cum is all yours.”
Something about those words did me in, made my nuts tighten, dizziness sweeping through me as I splintered apart, spurting my release all over my stomach and Marcus’s, my cum running down his groin and into the dark curls there. It was like I couldn’t stop; each time I lowered myself on him, his dick hitting my prostate, I shot again, and then it was his cock twitching, spurting, Marcus’s load just where it belonged—inside me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Marcus
I pulled Kai’s head toward me again, needing to kiss him once more. It was slow, sensual, my tongue easing into his mouth like we had the rest of our lives to do this, but I had a feeling whatever he was going to say, I wouldn’t like it. That for the first time in my life, I had a boyfriend and I wanted more, and he was likely going to tell me this was over.
