“More than okay,” I assured him. “Keep going.”
He pushed in another inch, then another, pausing to let me adjust. His free hand found mine, threading our fingers together and pinning my hand to the couch beside my head. The gesture was so intimate, so tender, that I had to close my eyes against the sudden rush of emotion.
When he was finally seated fully inside me, we both let out shaky breaths. He stayed still, giving me time to adjust to the fullness, and I could feel the tremor in his muscles from the restraint it took.
“You feel incredible,” he murmured against my neck. “So tight and perfect around me.”
I squeezed his hand, using my other to grip his shoulder. “Move,” I urged. “I need you to move,now.”
He pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again, and I saw stars. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl. He set a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, just right.
“Is this good?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me what you need.”
“It’s perfect,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulder. “You’re perfect. Just—fuck… just keep doing that.”
He found a rhythm that had me moaning in delight, each thrust deliberate and controlled. The couch creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with the rain hammering against the windows and our ragged breathing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and felt him shudder above me.
“Xavier,” he groaned, his voice wrecked. “I’m not gonna last long. You feel too good.”
“Don’t hold back,” I told him, reaching between us to stroke my neglected cock. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
His rhythm faltered, became more erratic. I could feel him getting close, could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way hiseyes went dark and unfocused. I stroked myself faster, chasing my own release, wanting to cum with him.
“Look at me,” I commanded, and his eyes snapped to mine. “I want to see you when you cum.”
That’s all it took. His hips stuttered, and I felt him pulse inside me as he came with a guttural moan that sent shivers down my spine. The sight of him—head thrown back, throat exposed, completely lost in pleasure—pushed me over the edge too. I came hard, spilling between us with Marcus’s name on my lips.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trembling and breathless. Marcus’s forehead dropped to rest against mine, and I felt his heart hammering against my chest. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, and I winced slightly at the loss.
“Stay there,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple before disappearing down the hallway.
I lay there on his couch, boneless and satisfied, listening to the storm rage outside, the wind rattling the windows. My body felt heavy, pleasantly used, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this content after sex. Usually, I was already thinking about leaving, about getting back to my own space. But here, in Marcus’s living room, I found myself hoping he’d come back and just hold me.
Which was dangerous thinking. Reallyfuckingdangerous.
Marcus returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up with gentle touches that made my heart ache. Then he settled beside me on the couch, pulling me onto his lap like I weighed nothing. I went willingly, tucking my head under his chin and listening to the steady thud of his heartbeat.
“Wow… that was…” he started, then seemed to lose the words.
“Yeah,” I agreed, because I knew exactly what he meant. “It was some of the best I’ve ever had.”
His hand stroked up and down my spine in slow, soothing motions. Outside, the storm showed no signs of letting up. Thunder rumbled overhead, and rain continued to pelt the windows. But inside, wrapped in Marcus’s arms, I felt safe. Protected. Like nothing bad could touch me here.
“Stay the night,” Marcus said softly, kissing the top of my head. “I… I don’t want you driving in the storm.”
I leaned back, my hand on his cheek as I stared into those green eyes. “Is that the only reason?”
He blushed but shook his head. “No.”
I nodded, settling against him once more. This feeling between us, however dangerous, was at least mutual. “Then I’ll stay.”
Chapter 18
Marcus
“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Mrs. Baxter grinned the moment I stepped through the entrance. “Sleep in today, handsome?”
I just groaned, shaking my head. I wasn’t ready to admit to anyone that I’d spent most of the night fucking Xavier, fell asleep with him in my arms, and then slept through my alarm. And then there was the quick blowjob before work at the front door. It wasquitea night.
