All the memories I’ve tried so hard to ignore for the past four months come flooding back. Like an avalanche of mental porn. I moan into the kiss.
It’s different from last time, though.Marlonis different. I don’t know if it’s his terrible mood or the time that has passed or something else, but gone is the shy, self-conscious guy from December. This Marlon is fierce, almost combative, like the kiss is a fight and he wants to win it.
Not what I expected at all—I thought I’d have to cheer him up, be gentle, careful, take care of him. And while that would have been amazing and the thought alone makes my heart flutter—this is…incredible. Hotter than any kiss has a right to be. A small part of me wonders why kissing other people has never felt like this.
I’m glad he’s angry. Anger is so much better than the sorrow from earlier. Anger is productive. And it can lead to very hot sex.
Our bodies stick together, wet clothes stuck between us, and Marlon is shaking. I’m freezing, too. “We need,” I gasp into the kiss eventually, “to get,” another kiss because I can’t get enough, “out of these clothes.”
Marlon pushes me away like we’re in a fight and I stumble briefly. Fuck this is hot. I love the dark look on Marlon’s face, sounlike his usual calm self. “Are you worried I’ll get sick? Or are you this desperate to see me naked?”
I laugh, surprised, then crowd him back against the door. “Shut up.” This is new, and it’s awesome. Marlon seems so much more secure in himself. What he does, what he wants. I kiss him again, hungrily, and wedge my thigh between his legs.
Marlon moans into my mouth, chasing the friction of my touch, then tugs at the hem of my shirt. Unlike him, I’m still in formal wear, white shirt, black suit trousers. It clings to me and provides no warmth at all. “Go on then,” Marlon hisses at me when he can’t pull the shirt out of the trousers, and I take a step back.
I must look like Bambi on the ice as I scramble to get the fabric off me, fumbling with the shirt buttons, but at last I manage to pull it off me, standing in front of Marlon with only socks and briefs on.
He eyes me up and down. “Muscle still not sticking to you, huh?” I’d be offended if I couldn’t see the lust so clearly in his eyes as he drinks me in.
“Bet it’s enough to hold you down on the bed,” I retort. My cock pulses at the thought.
Marlon barks a laugh, then nods. He’s a lot more elegant than me in removing his own clothes, though to be fair, he doesn’t have any buttons to deal with. And yeah, yeah, fine, he’s a lot more muscular than me. Whatever.
I pretend not to stare at him as he removes his boxer briefs and stands in front of me, fully naked, his cock half erect. The bulk is necessary to intimidate and ultimately stop opponents on the field, but the muscles aren’t what turn me on. I’m usually into more androgynous types—in both women and men—but Marlon defies that. It’s because he’shim. He looks like a baddie and is actually a softie and I can’t get enough of him.
“So.” Marlon eventually breaks the silence andstrutstoward me; there’s no other word for it. Fuck me, he’s sexy. “You promised a distraction from my misery?” He trails a finger down my chest, all the way to my belly button. “How about you keep that promise?” He leans in, softly bites my lower lip, then walks past me toward the bed.
I’m frozen for a second, mesmerised by him. Gone is the guy who kissed like he might get hurt. This Marlon knows what he wants and is not afraid to ask for it. It’s not often I’m at a loss for words, but right now I have no idea how to respond. Because this Marlon? He wantsme. And it’s all I’ve ever hoped for and more.
Slowly, I turn, and the sight I’m greeted with gets me fully hard. Marlon has reclined onto the many pillows the hotel staff have piled up on his bed, one arm behind his head, showing off his biceps, one leg stretched out, the other at a slight angle. The space between his legs calls out to me.
Marlon blinks at me, slowly. “Changed your mind?” There’s a teasing note in his voice but I hear something else underneath, too. Something he tries hard to hide, but I know him too well. I saw him, only minutes ago, up there on the roof. I love this seductive facade he’s putting on, but I also want to give him reassurance. Support.
“Fuck no.” I tear my briefs and socks down gracelessly, then hurry to the bed and crawl towards Marlon. My gaze caresses his naked body, so beautiful even in the unflattering hotel lighting. When I get close enough, I nudge his legs apart and kiss my way up his thigh, sloppily, greedily. Goosebumps follow my touch and I love how responsive he is.
I duck my head so I can lick his balls. “You look incredible.” I lick again when Marlon moans.
His hand holds his cock, stroking it lazily, and I want to live in this moment forever. “Been thinking about this,” I murmurinto the crease of his hips, where the skin is so soft it makes me weak in the knees.
I realise too late how much I’ve given away, and I freeze. Shit. I never meant to say anything like this—never wanted anyone, least of all Marlon, know how much he’s been on my mind.
Not…fuck. Noton my mind. Obviously. Just spank bank material. Super casual. Super normal.
I gaze up at Marlon’s face, almost scared of what I’ll find there, but his eyes are closed and I don’t think he heard me. Thankfuck. That would have been an awkward conversation to have. I had one job to do, and I did it. The end. Well, no, not the end, because we’re back at it again, but still.
With a sigh, I squeeze my eyes shut to rid myself of all these thoughts. I don’t want tothinkwhen I’m in bed with someone. I want to enjoy. And I have the most beautiful man in the world right in front of me, all mine. For now, anyway.
I lick the top of his cock and he breathes out, heavily. I smile to myself and do it again. His tiny, needy sounds are like a drug, making me want more and more andmore. Is it fucking dangerous to be doing this in a hotel with team staff, colleagues, and bosses? One hundred percent. Could it cost both of us our careers if anyone ever found out? For sure. Do I care? Not even a little bit.
I’ll take whatever I can have, whenever I can have it.
Marlon winds his fingers into my wet hair and pulls me closer, and I go down happily. Another whimper falls from Marlon’s lips and it encourages me to keep going. Make him feel good. Show him what a good idea it is to do this, and do it with me.
I can still smell the cold rain on him and it drives me wild. Maybe because it reminds me of where we were minutes ago, and the fact that I’m the one who’s distracting him from hissorrow. I pulled him out of his despair. He’s here now, under me, warm and wanted and so damn perfect.
Marlon arches off the bed when he comes, spilling in my mouth like he did last time, but there’s no awkwardness around it tonight. I’ve barely finished swallowing all of it when he pulls me up and kisses me greedily, licks into my mouth, and he must be tasting himself on my tongue.
“Mar,” I whisper against his lips, and press myself as close to him as I can. Everything is so different with him. More intense. More desperate. I’m floating when he kisses me, or maybe I’m falling, I’m not fully sure.
