His hands wind into my hair, fingertips pressing against my skull. “Then fuck me.” A quiet groan slips from him as my breath hitches. “Hard. Give me all you got.”
Yes. Yesyesyes. I regret nothing we’ve done together but I do regret never going all the way. I want to feel him. All of him. Want to lose myself in him, show him how much he means to me. “You got it.” My voice is barely more of a whisper, all of me brimming with anticipation.
So, because we’ve done a lot of talking today, I decide we’re done with that part of the evening, and lick his shorts. I don’t feel anything, not through two layers of fabric, but Marlon moans nonetheless. Emboldened, I grab the waistband of the shortsand pull them over his ass, leaving them halfway down his thighs and only his underwear between me and my target. I could—maybe should—take my time with him, truly cherish him. This is our first time as—well, as a couple, I guess.
It feels odd, calling us that, even in my own mind, yet at the same time it makes my belly warm and glowy from the inside. I want to make sure Marlon feels the same, this intense happiness, but I hope he’ll understand anyway. My need for him is bigger than my feeling of responsibility.
As if in response to my thoughts, Marlon’s hand tightens on my skull and the other fumbles with the waistband of his briefs. I laugh a little, exhilarated and glad. He is so fucking perfect for me. There’s a blind understanding between us far beyond the field we play on. He wants me, wants this, as much as I do. There’s no point holding back when we’re both desperate to take the next step.
So I help him pull his briefs down, push two fingers into my mouth and roll my tongue around them, then eagerly replace them with his cock. We both moan when I first make contact and my eyes fall closed. Something contracts deep within me, lust and want and love tightening into one tight ball, and I grab his delicious, muscular cheeks and hold on for dear life as I suck him down. One finger slides towards his hole, touches, carefully at first, then rubs with more intent.
Marlon bucks forward into my mouth and I choke a little.
“Sorry.” His hands leave my skull and move to my face instead, cradling it in such a sweet gesture I could swoon. “Fuck, sorry, I forgot how good you are. Come on, let’s take this to the bed.”
“Do you keep your lube there?”, I ask hopefully, and Marlon grins at me as he pulls his T-shirt up over his head.
“And condoms. It’s all there, baby, ready for you.”
Oh, god.Baby. An embarrassing whimper escapes me, but I couldn’t have held back if my life depended on it. How is this day one of us being together and Marlon can already reduce me to an emotional mess with a single word?
Marlon gets on the bed, sprawled out and grinning and the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. There’s a levity in his gaze, a freedom in his expression I haven’t seen before. I did that. Us finally being together did that. “How about I blow you while you prep me?” Marlon’s words pierce through my emotional fog and my cock throbs eagerly before I’ve properly processed the words.
“Uhh—” I’ve forgotten how to form words. The imagery alone is too much.
Marlon cocks his head, halfway between amused and concerned. “No? Too much? Not a fan of 69-ing? All good, we can?—”
“You need to stop talking,” I burst out, then pull of my own T-shirt and hurry to get out of the rest of my clothes with no grace or restraint. “Everything you say is so fucking hot and my brain is already running on empty and?—”
He laughs and pulls me by the hand, making me tumble on top of him. He rolls us around, effortlessly, and our hard cocks slot together like they were made for it. I hiss and Marlon exhales in a stutter. I could come like this, with just a bit of movement, a tiny bit of friction—but I want more.
“I want you,” I tell Marlon and look up at his beautiful face. “So fucking much. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
His gaze softens, but he bends down to nip at my lips, playfully. “Er, don’t forget you’re a finalist at the EUROs and a Premier League title winner.”
I reach up with one hand and hold his chin, firmly, until he looks at me. “The best,” I repeat. “Everything else pales by comparison. I mean it.”
Marlon looks at me with so much love I can’t bear it, saying more than I ever could have hoped for while staying completely silent. How I lucked out like this, how I got a man like Marlon to want me, I’ll never know.
But I do know I’ll never take him for granted, ever again. I’ll never do anything to put this at risk. Tears well in my eyes and okay, fuck, I’mnotgoing to cry when my super hot boyfriend just offered me a blowjob. “Lube,” I say, trying to sound determined instead of emotionally vulnerable, and either Marlon understands or he at least pretends to play along, because he vanishes for a moment and then hands me the goods.
“I love you,” he says. “Now prep me so you can fuck me until I forget how to speak.”
One last, shuddery exhale, trying to keep my composure and not blow my load the second his lips touch me. “Turn around, then.”
He does, presenting himself to me in all his milky-white, hairless glory, and I gorge myself on the view for a moment. Then he licks the head of my cock and my eyes roll back for a heartbeat. So I get a grip and somehow manage to open the lube despite my shaking hands, pouring liquid generously across my fingers and then entering him without any further caution.
One finger first, surrounded by tight heat and muscle. I need to pause and breathe for my own benefit as much as for his, but I don’t wait very long and keep pushing, drawing guttural sounds out of him. They vibrate around my cock and make thinking difficult, so I continue, adding a second finger right away.
He did say he wanted to be fucked hard and I have a feeling a bit of roughness is exactly what he needs. Marlon confirms it immediately with a full-body shiver and his hips pushing back onto my fingers while he keeps sucking.
For a second, I think back to the Marlon from all those months ago, shy and blushing and with no idea what hewanted. It’s like he’s a different person now, and yet exactly the same. Still my Marlon. I curl my fingers up and find his prostate; Marlon’s moan makes me glad he kicked Clara out. She definitely would have heard. Hell, the neighbours can probably hear.
Not that I care.
Marlon feels so good, hot and tight and full of promise. I ease my fingers in and out, making sure to hit his prostate every time, trying not to pay too much attention to Marlon’s impressive blowjob skills or I will lose it immediately.
Finally, Marlon pops off my cock with a half-sigh, half-moan. “I’m ready.” His voice is throaty and rough and he throws a look over his shoulder, back at me, with dark eyes and pink, plushy lips.
