Marshall lifted my arm and kissed the delicate skin against my wrist bone before wrapping the leather cuff around it like a seal meant to keep the feel of his mouth against my skin. His fingers slowly danced back up my arm and across my back, down the other side where he repeated the same gentle kiss, the same leather restraint. The only sounds in the room were the labored pant of my breaths and the slow, steady cadence of his.
How was he not absolutely unraveled?
“You’re a vision,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down the sides of my back and over my hips. His weight shifted behind me, then he touched my ass, the backs of my thighs, behind my knees, and lower still. “Better than anything I could ever design on my own. I wish you could see yourself.”
I was less than a second away from suggesting he turn me toward a mirror so I could, but the words stopped dead in my throat when his lips grazed over my ankle bone. My head jerked to the side, ready to look over my shoulder to see what I knew had to be true. The only way he could get his mouth that low was if he’d prostrated himself on the ground behind me. But his words rang loud in my ears, a present reminder of what he expected of me in those moments.
Don’t. Move.
A kiss and a cuff, the same journey from one leg to another, then another brush of his lips against my opposite ankle bone and the cool wrap of leather sealing it in. He was back after that, body pressed against mine, hands constantly moving and exploring my skin the way I wished I could explore his.
“Your obedience makes my cock ache, Silas,” he whispered against my ear, bucking his hips against me so I could feel the cock in question. It was—somehow—harder than before, and even hidden by the layers of fabric between us I could tell he was endowed. He snaked his hand around to the front of me, the tips of his fingers barely touching the base of my shaft. “Does your cock ache too?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“You’re trembling.” He slid his hand down my shaft, rubbing me with his palm. The tip of my dick was embarrassingly wet with precum, and he smeared it around, making a very pleased sound.
“I know.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.” It was a breath, a puff of desperation out of my mouth.
Marshall dragged his cheek against mine, though with our size difference, he was more against my temple, the fringes of my hair. He pressed against me, using his body to push against mine until I moaned and melted against him. Somehow still on my knees but also resting most of my body weight against his chest.
This was what I’d been after. Every time Lincoln wanted to find me a man with strong hands, all I’d really needed was a man like Marshall. Not only did he have strong hands, he knew how to use them. He knew how to useme. Marshall had asked for more time, an early arrival and a later departure, but at the rate things were going, I was going to come and call it a night in thirty seconds.
The slow drag of his palm across my shaft had turned into a heavy pressure and my hips surged forward, chasing after more of his touch. He made a very quiet tutting noise in my ear, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth.
“I said don’t move, Silas,” he warned. “That includes those unruly hips of yours.”
“S-sorry,” I stammered, squeezing my eyes closed and clenching my jaw. Trying to bring my body back under my control when all I wanted to do was surrender to it was a massive feat, but I knew when I’d managed it because Marshall kissed the shell of my ear.
He gave me another good boy, then finally wrapped his fingers around my shaft. His grip was wet and tight, and two slow strokes later, I cried out, “I’m going to come.”
Marshall’s hand was gone before I finished the sentence, my cock spasming wildly in the air. I sucked in a breath and swayed forward, but Marshall banded his other arm around my chest to stop me from falling face-first onto the floor. He pulled our bodies back together, sank down onto his heels and took me with him. The pose wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t quite natural, and then his hand was back around my cock, stroking lazily from root to tip.
I shook violently in his arms, pressing my chest forward to test the strength of his hold, which was more than sufficient. He huffed an exhaled kind of laugh against my ear and stroked me faster until I was right back there ready to shoot my load all over his hand.
“Marshall,” I whined. “I’m so close. I’m right there.”
“I know,” he said, sounding almost apologetic as he took his hand away again. “You’re right on the edge, Silas. Right where I want you.”
I sank down into his lap with a defeated whine, and then he took my cock again into his hand and walked me right back to the cliff but refused to let me jump.
CHAPTER 12
MARSHALL
By the time I was ready to spank him, Silas was a trembling, sweaty mess of a man. His cock had grown long and thick in my hand, the skin stretched in a way that looked almost painful. The tip of his cock was nearly purple, precum leaking from the slit like a faucet. I swiped up some of the wetness with the pad of my thumb and raised it to his mouth as an offering. He moaned, nipping at me before sucking me in past his teeth.
“Slowly, slowly,” I warned, shifting the angle of my thumb so I could add two fingers into his mouth. Pressing against his tongue, Silas sucked desperately at my fingers, and I cradled the back of his head with my free hand to keep him steady. “Good boy, do you want one more?”
He moaned so low that it vibrated up the length of my arm, so I obliged him with a third finger. My reach spread his jaw wide, and as I stretched toward the back of his throat, his body seized with a gag. I pushed the back of his head forward, curling my fingers into his skull.
He choked, taking my fingers up to the last knuckle. Spit slid down his chin and his lips were spread so far apart toaccommodate my fingers, and I really did wish we’d negotiated some kind of recording rights because I was already going to jerk off about this encounter for the rest of my days. Being able to call it up and rewatch it was a reward I probably hadn’t done anything to deserve.
“This is how deep I expect you to take my cock, Silas. Do you understand?”
