IT WAS A GIFTI would not take lightly or for granted. What must it cost him to trust me? I didn’t yet know all that he’d been through, but I knew it still had a huge impact on him. I would wait for the words because I knew that he’d say them when he was ready.
I slowly pressed up against him, my chest to his back and loosely held him at the waist. “When or if you need me to stop just say so. You’re in charge, Mark.” My voice shook with strong emotion as I whispered the words in his ear.
I took my time working more lather into my hands before I stepped away and placed my hands at the back of his neck. I began massaging the tense muscles in his neck and then down into his shoulders. The tension flowed from his body as he gave in to my touch. I worked my way down his muscular back until I reached the firm globes of his ass that begged to be bitten.
My hands shook as I caressed his ass and it was his turn to assure me. “It’s okay, Mitch. I want this; I want you and this is the first step.”
His sure words emboldened me and I slid a soapy finger along his crack. Once again, I slowly stepped up behind him letting him know my intentions. I was prepared to step back again if it was too much too soon, but his contented sigh told me he was okay. I told myself to just take it slow as I continued to let him get used to my touch.
“More, Mitch.” His voice was strained with tension or need – possibly both.
I circled his wrinkled hole with my middle finger, nibbled at the taut skin of his neck, and reached around the front to fist his cock with my free hand. I teased his crack up and down several times before I circled his hole again. By that time, he had started to push back against my finger seeking more friction.
“Tell me if this doesn’t feel good,” I told him before I breached the tight ring of muscle with the tip of my middle finger. “You with me, Mark?” I asked when his body tensed all over.
“God, yes. Don’t stop, baby.”
I slid the finger further into his tight channel and reveled in the hungry growl that slid from his throat as my finger bumped against the bundle of nerves that would set his body on fire. I continued to tease his prostate as I stroked his cock up and down.
“More, Mitch.”
Mark started pushing back against me, driving himself to my knuckle and then rocking forward until only the tip remained inside him. He lay his head back on my shoulder as he gave in to his body’s urge to come. I kissed and nibbled his neck while he fucked my fist and finger at the same time. I felt his body tense in my arms and his sphincter tighten around my digit, signaling that he was about to come.
“Come for me, baby,” I urged him on, needing him to explode in my arms.
Mark reached an arm back around to grip my neck. I turned my head and kissed the luscious lips he offered me, capturing his grunts and groans as he came undone in my arms. I only released his mouth when his body gave up its final quake and he sagged back against me.
“So beautiful,” I told him. I wasn’t talking about his looks; I was talking about the way he gave his body over to me in complete trust. I referred to the way he relied on me to hold him up when every ounce of energy left his body.
I knew that there was nothing that Mark wouldn’t do for me and I returned those feelings. I would take as long as he needed. He meant more to me than anything money could buy and I wouldn’t fuck it up. I was getting a fresh start with my father and I found that I wanted that in other aspects of my life as well.
The water had started to turn cold so I reached over and shut it off. We dried off and got dressed in spare clothes I kept downstairs. I tried not to laugh when the t-shirt and sweats I let Mark borrow were a size too tight. He looked like he was advertising his goods.
“It’s better than walking upstairs naked or wrapped in a towel,” I said when he caught me smirking.
“Just barely,” he replied on our way upstairs.
Unfortunately for him, we didn’t make it up to my bedroom without him being seen by the team. They had a good laugh at his clothes and he fired back with a middle finger. I was just glad to see that he was feeling loose and happy after what we just shared.
Mark changed into clothes that fit him while I sat on the guest bed and watched. Afterwards, we grabbed a cold beer and sat out by the pool. I couldn’t recall the last time I took a day off in the middle of the week. I wished that it wasn’t because my father nearly died, but I found pleasure in missing work. Once, my career was all I had to be proud of, but that was no longer enough to satisfy me. I wanted more out of life than just building luxury hotels around the world. I wanted the promises I saw in Mark’s eyes during unguarded moments.
I wanted a man to come home to at night and share dinner with while I discussed my day. I wanted to share my soul with someone who needed to belong to me as much as I did him. I wanted it to be the man that sat beside me sipping a cold beer and watching the sun sparkle on the pool.
We sat there for hours, just soaking in the sun and each other’s company. Edna served us dinner outdoors and later we went swimming. By the time the sun had gone down, I was resting between his spread legs in the chaise lounge chair. Mark stroked his hands up and down my arms, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
“My mom died of cancer when I was eleven,” he said into the darkness. “I lived with my grandmother for a few months before she died of a broken heart.” Mark rubbed his nose against my temple and his arms tightened around me. “I was a very lost and angry boy when I went to my first foster home. They were really kind to me and I thanked them by acting out and making them miserable. Sara Jane removed me from their home when I became too much for them and placed me with a family she felt more equipped to handle a troubled pre-teen boy.”
I wanted to set my beer down and turn in his arms to face him, but I dared not move or say anything. Mark took his first steps toward physical healing with me earlier in the day; it made sense that he’d want to get his past out in the open.
“The sick bastard only got me once and I was ready for him the next night when he came into my room to try again.” His words made me physically sick, but I continued to listen to whatever he needed to say. “I stole a beer bottle from the trash and busted it over the picnic table outside so that it was nice and jagged. I waited, afraid to fall asleep like I did the night before, because I just knew that once was never going to be enough like he said it would be.” He took a shaky breath before he continued. “Sure enough, he slipped into my room after he was certain I was asleep. I waited until he made his move and I whipped that jagged bottle from beneath my pillow and cut his face.
“He yelled and screamed, carried on something awful. When his wife ran into my bedroom, I told her what happened and she called me a liar. She didn’t want to believe her husband was capable of molesting boys, but I guess not many would.” His grip tightened on me and he became silent. I was afraid he would quit talking after he’d come so far. I sat patiently through the silence until he decided to speak again. “She called the police on me and they came. While waiting for them, she kept screaming about how much trouble I was going to be in. She gave the cops a sob story when they arrived but the officer took one look into my eyes and slapped the handcuffs on the dirty bastard.
“Of course, they took me to the hospital where I was subjected to exams and then Sara Jane was called again. It was obvious from my injuries that I had not been lying to the police. Luckily I was taken to Howard and Dorey.” I heard the smile in his voice at the mention of their names. “Howard made me two promises; I’d always have my own room and no one would ever touch me inappropriately in their home.”
“But then you had to share a room with me for a little over a year,” I said, speaking for the first time.
Mark dropped a kiss at my temple and tightened his arms around me even more. “It was the best time of my life after my mom and grandmother passed away. I might’ve resented you at first, as you very well know, but you wore me down with your wounded, dark eyes.”
