It’s just one word, but I’m already buzzing with excitement.
Marlon tries to pull me towards the bedroom, but I dig my heels in. “Uh, I’m pretty sure I spotted an amazing rooftop terrace out there,” I say. “We should go there.”
I revel in the horrified look on his face. “Forsex?” His voice breaks ever so slightly on the last word and it’s delicious. Marlon is so uptight, sometimes he needs someone to unravel him.
“For the best sex there ever was,” I say, just to be a dick. “For the first time you’re topping me, after the best foreplay the world has ever seen.”
Marlon rolls his eyes, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth is unmistakable. “You know,” he says. “Not everything is a competition.”
I pull him close to me and slip my hands under the hem of his t-shirt once more, spreading my fingers wide to reach as much of him as I can. “No?” I dip my head and suck, gently, on the soft skin just underneath his jaw. “All right then, I’m sure you won’t mind me saying I’m much better at topping than you are.”
He stiffens and I do my best to hide my grin as I continue kissing his neck, slow, leisurely, open-mouthed kisses trailed over his pale skin. He does mind that. Because he’s a competitive bastard just like me, even though he doesn’t always want to admit it. You don’t get to where we are, at our age, without beingfull to bursting with ambition and a hunger to win. “Fuck you,” Marlon finally grits out and wrenches his neck away from my mouth.
“Yes, please.” Heat collects in my stomach as I think about it. Think about Marlon looming over me, his tall, muscular body covering me completely, taking me. A small moan tumbles out of me, but I’m not done riling Marlon up just yet. “Bet you have a nice view from out there,” I tease. “We could maybe even see the arena? And then give your neighbours a show.”
“Enough.” Suddenly Marlon’s hand is on my neck, a vice-like grip, and he yanks me backwards. Yes. Shit. Holyhellthat’s hot.
I hiss and moan again, apparently all the encouragement Marlon needs. He still holds me, like a wayward cat, marching both of us to the bedroom. I’ve never seen him this bossy except on the field and I fucking love it.
“You want me to fuck you?” It’s clearly a rhetorical question but I whimper my approval anyway. Marlon lets go of my neck, only to reach for my chin instead and angle it up so he can look into my eyes. “Then we’re doing it my way.” Something fierce blazes in his eyes and I swallow drily.
Not coming seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do earlier, and like a fun challenge for myself, but I regret it now. I’m so bloody hard, just from being manhandled like this. I’m not sure I’ll survive Marlon touching me anywhere below the neck.
“We’ll be on the bed,” Marlon says, “and I will fuck you, and you will shut your bloody trap except to moan my name.”
“Fuck,” I hiss and jerk, so turned on thinking is becoming difficult. “Yes. Yes, Marlon, fuck.”
“Good.” He pushes me through the bedroom door and I stumble backwards, then pull my shirt over my head in one swift motion, toeing off my sneaker socks at the same time, then going for my shorts.
“Stop.” Marlon’s voice freezes me in my tracks. His gaze rakes over me and I feel it as if he’d touched me. A tiny bit of intimidation mixes in with my arousal and I can’t say I hate it. Not at all. “I’ll do that.”
He strides across the room, assertively, and pushes his hand into my waistband. Then he freezes. “Are you—” He presses his lips together and swallows. “Freddie. Fuck. Were you commando the whole time?”
I want to make a quip, tease him, but instead I lift my gaze to his face, asking permission to speak. Marlon nods once, curtly, and I blow out my breath. His hand is on my arse and I want to get the talking part over with so we can keep going. “Yes. I told you I wanted only one thing, you should know me well enough by now to know I don’t do things half-assed.” I chance another remark. “And speaking of asses, please don’t go easy on me. I like it rough. I want you to?—”
He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me effectively, then he drops to his knees and pulls my shorts down with him. My achingly hard cock springs free, slapping against my stomach. I whine, quietly, but stop when Marlon looks up at me.
Shit. I had no idea this was something he had in him but I dig it so much. It’s such an unexpected shift from my usually soft-spoken, careful Marlon and it might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Including scoring the winning goal in the EURO semifinal last month. How did I ever get lucky enough to have Marlon in my life? To be able to call himmine?
He takes me in his mouth, so skilful and full of determination. It’s hard to believe this man was a complete virgin with no idea about his sexuality not even a year ago. The way his tongue strokes my cock is far from amateurish now, and he has me gasping within seconds. We haven’t even made it to the bed yet, leaving me standing in the middle of the room with nothing to hold on to but Marlon in front of me.
I push my fingers into his hair, helplessly, doing my best not to tug him towards me, no matter how much I want him. But I need something to help me stay upright, especially as Marlon moans around me and then holds my balls in his right hand, wrapping the fingers of his left around my cock.
Fuck. God. He fondles my balls, so carefully, almost tender, and then presses his index finger against my taint. Hard. The sensation has me bucking into him without meaning to, overwhelmed by pleasure and desire.
I swear to god he smirks, or whatever version of that is still possible with his lips wrapped around my cock. He knows what he’s doing, and what he’s doing to me. I’m like putty in his hands but I don’t mind it one bit. In fact, I wish we could stay like this forever. Never have to leave this flat again, damn the world.
Marlon stops and pulls off me.
I blink my eyes open with some difficulty. “Wha?—”
Marlon grins, fox-like, and points at his brand new bed. “Get comfortable.” He gets up and turns towards the door.
“Wait!” I don’t like the note of desperation in my voice, especially since I’m sure Marlon can hear it too. “Where are you going?”
He offers a smile, lightning quick, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Getting those brushes.”
“But—” He’s already out the door and I cut off my sentence. I was going to use those on him. Looks like he’s got other plans now, and just imagining what he might do with me makes my cock twitch.
