Marcus’s eyes widened, but he didn’t answer; instead he began kissing Tyler, running his nose down his cheek, his lips soft and gentle. Little licks of fire flickered inside Tyler’s bloodstream and even though he’d come already, his cock stirred with renewed interest.
Marcus continued his trail of kisses, licking down his neck, stopping only to suckle at Tyler’s nipples, which Tyler, never having paid much attention to them, had no idea were so sensitive.
“Ahhh, shit.” His hips rocked up to Marcus’s, and his half-hard cock twitched and swelled. Desperate for friction, he reached down to grab his cock and touch himself.
Marcus stopped his sucking and watched him for a moment. “Yeah, keep doing that. I like to watch your face as you get off.”
No longer embarrassed, Tyler moaned and thrust into his fist, his hand becoming coated with his own slick, sticky fluid. His hips rolled, but it wasn’t enough, dammit, he needed more. He needed Marcus. Inside him.
“Marcus, fuck, come on.”
“Come on what?” The damn annoying man grinned, but reached over and grabbed a tube of lubricant along with a condom from the drawer.
His fingers met Marcus’s as both of them now worked his cock. Slick with cool lube, Marcus knew just the right amount of pressure to get him off a second time, although it was now a gentle, sweetly aching release.
Marcus didn’t stop at that. With his hand still wet from the mingled fluid and lube, Marcus brushed his fingers over Tyler’s hole. Still absurdly sensitive, Tyler flinched and his ass clenched.
“Relax, baby.”
Tyler bit down on his lip, willing his hypersensitive body down from its high. Cool fingers brushed against him again, and though he shivered, he didn’t pull away. Marcus slid one finger inside, then a second, curling them deep. The burn only added to the flood of crazy sensations bombarding his body.
“If I don’t fuck you now, I’m going to lose it all over the sheet, and that’ll be the biggest waste of a hard-on.”
“Do it.” The restrained pleading in his own voice didn’t bother Tyler. He was beyond caring; all he wanted was Marcus inside him. “Please.”
Tyler heard the ripping of the condom wrapper, and then Marcus was there; the thick crown of his cock pushed in past the initial tight little opening, only to move and sink in deeper. Tyler loved it; Marcus’s cock filled him perfectly, beautifully. He swore he could feel every bump and vein as his cock slid inside. Tyler took it all, and when Marcus was seated fully, Tyler gazed into his eyes and smiled.
“Now move.” He rolled his hips, and Marcus groaned.
“Fuck, you feel amazing; better than anything. I knew you would.” Shifting his knees to get better penetration, Marcus began to plunge in earnest, until that promised banging of the headboard became a reality and their grunts and groans filled the room. Strong hands held his hips as Marcus thrust into him, penetrating him, ruining him for anyone else ever again.
Tyler cried out when the head of Marcus’s cock brushed his prostate. Too good, too much. His head thrashed on the pillow, and his body shook, creeping toward overload; his balls ached, his head spun, and the pounding of Marcus’s cock inside shattered him to pieces. Tyler’s vision blurred and grayed at the edges.
“Ty,oh fuck.” From a distance he heard Marcus cry out as he came, shaking above him, his dick pulsing and filling the condom to overflowing.
All sound spun away, and everything went black.
Chapter Fifteen
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Marcus awoke ina pitch-black room, unable for a moment to figure out where he was. As his night vision improved, he registered the familiar shapes of his bedroom furniture. For the past month, with Lillie sleeping in the guest room and Tyler recuperating in his bed, Marcus had either slept on the sofa or caught naps at the club.
Tyler. Marcus rolled onto his side and with only a whisper of sound, pulled the sheet off the naked man lying next to him. His beautiful body was a work of art in repose—all tight, well-defined muscles and long, smooth-skinned limbs. And he tasted as good as he looked; Marcus couldn’t recall ever enjoying kissing anyone as much.
His cock stirred and swelled, and Marcus reached over and grabbed the lube and another condom. The sex between them had been wildly hot and intense; Tyler fell asleep as if drugged, and after Marcus had cleaned him up, he’d crawled into bed next to him and for the first time in many months, slept without dreaming.
Waking up and finding himself sharing a bed was never part of his life plan; normally he’d send his nightly pick-up home with a half-forgotten kiss and nothing more. He never sent mixed signals about what he expected; he was responsible for himself and owed no one an explanation for the way he lived his life. Right now, he wanted Tyler again, and if that was unusual, he didn’t care.
He slicked his fingers with lube, then began kissing Tyler down the long lines of his back, while at the same time inserting his finger in between the globes of his ass to push past the hole. Tyler sighed and shifted, unconsciously spreading his legs wider, assisting Marcus in his cause.
Hopefully he’d be giving Tyler one hell of a dream or a wake-up. Marcus slid his finger all the way inside, then added another, loving the unique velvety wet warmth of Tyler’s body.
“Mmmm. Best wake-up I’ve had in forever.” Tyler moaned and pushed his ass farther onto Marcus’s fingers, making hot little noises of pleasure that drove Marcus crazy. He began to plug away in earnest, and Tyler writhed beneath him, working himself on Marcus’s hand. Unable to stand it any longer, Marcus withdrew his hand, rolled a condom down his aching cock and pushed himself inside Tyler, burying himself in to the hilt. That place of perfection, the absolute rightness of being inside Tyler settled over him. Instead of running scared, Marcus rocked his hips and kissed the side of Tyler’s neck. Tyler keened a high-pitched whine of need and scrabbled at the sheets.
Unable to hold back his own satisfied sounds from the inconceivable pleasure of Tyler’s body, Marcus slid an arm around Tyler’s waist, grasped his now rigid cock and began to stroke him off. Almost immediately Tyler began to come, pumping hot streams through his fingers.
“So fucking hot,” said Marcus, then bit down on Tyler’s shoulder as he thrust inside and came so hard he saw stars.
