“Yeah.” For the first time tonight, he’s confident, his grin cocky. “Let’s do more. If that’s okay with you.”
“Okay with—” I laugh in disbelief. But also, he’s so sweet. So innocent. Checking in with me, when that’s what I should be doing. He takes care of me, and that makes my heart swell. “Fuck yeah I’m okay with that,” I say, because holy hell, has he seen himself? I look at him, his broad shoulders and chest, his defined arms. “Your body is—” I swallow. “I’ve always loved how, like, angular you are, you know? When I was still a gangly teen, you already had muscles for days. Just…” I reach out and trail my hand over his shoulder, hold on to his arm. I’ve jerked off to this body so many times, it’s a dream come true to now be allowed to touch it. “God, Mar. I’m the luckiest guy in the world tonight.”
Marlon looks at me, disbelief written across his features, but this time at least he doesn’t dismiss me. Instead, something soft crosses his face, but it’s gone again so fast I might have imagined it.
“Wow,” I say finally, when he stays silent. “Way to leave me hanging, man.”
There’s that tiny blush again, the slightest tinge of pink in his cheek, and I’m already addicted to the sight. Then my world tilts, literally, because he flips us around and straddles me. Holy fuck, this is hot. He’s the fittest guy I’ve ever been with and the manhandling is making my stomach twist in all the right ways. “Whoops,” he says quietly and grins when our eyes meet. “Looks like those muscles are good for something.”
“Can’t wait.” I raise my hips off the bed to grind into him because god, how can he turn me on so much with so little?
Marlon leans down and devours my mouth. There’s no other word for it. Helpless, I make a little sound and whisper his name against his lips. My voice breaks on the second syllable and god, I hope he doesn’t notice. I expected to be the one in charge, to guide an anxious Marlon through this process. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected him to be so … forceful. Confident.Good. I slide my hands under the hem of Marlon’s shirt and splay them across his lower back, then I kiss him back for real. Like he’s air and I’m suffocating.
He gives as good as he gets and holy shit, we’re only snogging but this is already in my top three sexual encounters of all time. His shirt comes off at some point between kisses and I pull back to look at him again. I know his body, have changed and showered next to him for years, but this is different. This time, I’m looking at him, taking it all in. Allowing myself to appreciate all the things I usually ignore for the sake of team dynamics and my own sanity.
He squirms, as if he can feel my stare on his skin, and the air between us crackles. There’s something electric there, a moment charged with the promise of great things to come. Like the perfect pass before the goal.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.
“I want you,” Marlon says at the same time.
We both laugh, breathlessly, then Marlon looks at me with an intensity that is almost too much. “I mean it, yeah? I don’t know how far I can go, but I want—skin, and—touch you, and—” His stammering fades, but I know what he means.
I hold my breath, can’t believe this is happening. “Yes.” It comes out quiet, almost a whisper. I don’t want to ruin the moment. “I’ll make this so good for you, baby. Just you wait.”
Marlon shivers and I realise too late that the pet name has slipped out. Thank god he seems to like it. He’ll have to put up with a lot of tenderness, because I love making my partners feel good. It’s a big part of what makes sex appealing to me.
I push him, trying to get back on top, and he goes easily. His eyes are dark, his skin heated, his lips puffy and red from kissing. Nobody has any right to be as devastatingly handsome as he is right now. “I’m going to undress you,” I say and swallow. I meant it as a heads-up, but I can’t help but show him how much I want him. “I’ll strip you down until you’re naked in front of me, and when you are, I will worship your cock. Lick it, suck it, until you’re coming apart underneath me.”
Marlon whimpers and closes his eyes and I swallow, hard.
“If you’re up for another round after that,” I add, sure it won’t turn him off, “we can try more.”
“More,” he gasps and his body tenses underneath me. For a heartbeat, I wonder if I was too forward, but when he opens his eyes again, they’re lust-drunk. “Yes.”
I smile. “We’ll get to it,” I promise softly. “Don’t you worry.” I unbutton his jeans, sure I won’t be able to wait any longer than I have to.
They come off easily and he arches off the bed to give me easier access. He is so damn eager, and it makes my heart sing.
“Wait,” he then says, “you’re still—” Instead of speaking, he leans up and fumbles with my own jeans buttons. I help him, toeing my socks off along the way, and then get back on topof him. Marlon’s eyes are fixed on the outline of my cock in my underwear, looking at it like he’s never seen one before. He probably hasn’t, to be fair, not this close. His erection twitches under me and I smile. We’ll have to get him out of his briefs, and soon, but I’ll let him have another moment of coming to terms with all of this.
He looks dazed, but in a good way—I think—so I bend down, push his briefs down a little and softly touch the skin of his hipbone with my lips. He startles and I grin to myself. Like I thought, he was in his own head. Probably getting anxious. Slowly, my hands explore his body, carefully luring him away from any panicked thoughts he might have, while I place gentle, open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of his stomach. His abs are hard under the skin when he pulls in a sharp breath, and, jeez. Marlon is something special.
I slide down further and spread his legs so I can make myself comfortable between them. He wants me to keep going until he stops me, so I tug at his briefs and he lifts his hips obediently. As I slide them off, I take a moment to look at his dick, hard and with a bead of precum on the tip, smooth and long like him.
Carefully, I bend over it and lick the precum off him.
An animalistic sound escapes Marlon and he throws his head to the side, mussing up his hair.Good. Get out your head, sweetheart, and enjoy.I’m having fun. I go slow, but I never once hesitate. I know exactly what I want and I will give it to him. Kitten kisses, tender licks, fingers carefully fondling his balls. He throbs in my mouth and I love every second of it.
“Ohmygod,” he says, over and over, as if all other words have left him. “Freddie, fuck, yes?—”
It’s a stream of half-jumbled words falling from his lips and the more indistinguishable they become, the better I feel. Marlon’s losing his mind under my touch and it doesn’t take him long at all until his eyes suddenly fly open.
“Fuck,” he hisses and tenses. “Shit, stop, Freddie, I—shit?—”
I know what he’s trying to do, but there’s no way. I want to taste him. So I lift my head until our gazes meet, then, when I’m sure he sees me, I wink and suck, hard.
He comes undone and fills my mouth and I suck and swallow until he’s got nothing left to give me. I hold his softening dick for a minute longer, then softly release him.
