Another time.
I’d figure out a way to steal him away from his youth groups this week. I had to. Going an entire week without him wasn’t going to fly. Not this time. Not now when I finally had confirmation we were in the same damn boat of instability when it came to the energy radiating between us.
This street wasn’t as one-sided as I thought it was and I’d be damned to let it return that way.
“Say that again.” My cock brushed up against his thigh when I moved closer to him again, smearing the leftover saliva still coating his mark on my tip. “I want you to keep saying it.”
“Marlow.”
Oh, he was indulging me tonight.
What a good and obedient thing he was.
In return, I gave him a nice hard slap on the underside of his thigh, earning a wail in response. “Marlow!”
Fuck, that was turning me on so bad.
Who knew my own name out of those plush lips would rev me up like that?
Actually, Blake could probably recite the fucking alphabet and it would get me going. He was lucky at this point, I wasn’t giving into my baser instincts to jack off over him and use my cum as a mark instead.
I lowered my mouth again down onto his other thigh, mirroring the mark on the other side and giving him a matching one there. His squirming made the process sloppy, his thigh slick from my mouth when I finally pulled away to judge my work. His skin shined slightly in the lighting, a thin sheen causing his skin to glisten.
An idea sparking, I drew his legs together. “Like I said, we’re going to improvise.”
He let out a harsh breath. “Ohhh... Marlow...”
Wrapping an arm around his shins, I kept them pressed against my shoulder, one hand trapping his ankles together to keep him from moving around too much. Using my other, I let a trail of spit fall from my lips and hit my dick, using it to cover my shaft. Inching closer to him once again, I dragged my tip along the seam of Blake’s thighs, rearing back my hips to thrust against that line.
This would have to do for now. As much as I wanted to sink into that tight heat of his that was teasing me so badly right now, we’d have to save it for another time.
Pressing against the seam of his thighs once more, I reared back again and shoved my way through the tight folds. Blake’s gasp was all I needed to hear to send my balls tightening up and a few beads of precum to leak out of me, coating his inner thighs and wetting them more.
“Next time,” I said. He was slick enough now that I could glide in between his thighs easily. Those thick, ropey muscles were a nice pressure against me as I fucked them, enough where I could envision I was someplace else instead. “Next time we see each other, I’m going to have a whole box of condoms waiting. I’ll get someone to do a drugstore run for me. I’m not letting you leave until we use at least a sleeve.”
I was so tired of us dancing around this fucking subject. It was actually torturing me at this point.
Maybe using an entire sleeve was a bit of wishful thinking on my part, but at the rate we were going at and what I still needed to explore of him, we’d be lucky if we only neededonebox.
Turning my head to brush my lips against his ankle, I grazed my teeth along the bone, following it until it gave way to muscle. I bit down until I felt his foot spasm in my grasp.
“Have some,” he choked out.
My hips stuttered and then clapped against the backs of his thighs hard.
What the hell did he say?
He already had some?
What the fuck, I thought he was single?
My teeth let go of him. “What does that mean?”
Blake’s head was resting back against the desk, his eyes closed and a blissed out expression relaxing his features. His fingers were still flexing in their makeshift restraint, though hewas being good and keeping them above his head where they belonged. His stomach clenched with each thrust of my dick between his thighs, his skin growing slick with sweat.
He was so fucking perfect it was painful.
“Blake,” I prompted again.
