The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,70
softly. “Um, he just laughed and said heaven forbid he be able to take a nap while you, uh, fucked your boyfriend.”
Robson frowned at the door, contemplating going down and exchanging words with his brother anyway. He didn’t want Marcus feeling uncomfortable in his home or around his family.
Reading Robson’s intentions, Marcus pressed a lingering kiss to his pec. “It’s alright. He’s leaving.”
Humming, Robson turned onto his side so they were chest to chest and braced his head on his bent arm. He smiled as Marcus lightly ran his fingers down Robson’s chest, tracing his tattoo and the lines of his abdomen. “Do you need to let someone at the manor know you’re going to be late?”
“I don’t have my phone,” Marcus murmured, fingers curling around Robson’s side as he leaned forward and licked delicately at one of Robson’s nipples.
Robson groaned and threaded his fingers into Marcus’s hair, his eyes falling shut. “You could borrow mine.”
“Hmm.”
Hissing when Marcus sucked on a patch of skin on Robson’s pec until it stung in the best way, he tightened his grip. “I’m sure they’ll survive without you for a few hours.”
After letting Marcus explore his chest a bit, he finally couldn’t take the teasing licks and nibbles. He tugged on Marcus’s hair to bring his head up and leaned in to press a sensual kiss on his full mouth, groaning at how eagerly Marcus kissed back. It was obvious to Robson that he was inexperienced even in this, his movements a little frantic yet still unsure, but that just made Robson slow things down further. Savor him even more.
He’d teach Marcus how to kiss confidently and then move on to teaching him… other things.
For long, heated minutes, they did nothing but share languid kisses and lightly caress over each other’s bodies. Slowly, Marcus got more sure of himself, his fingers pressing in more firmly and his tongue swiping into Robson’s mouth boldly. Before too long, he was gently thrusting his hard cock against Robson’s and moaning more and more loudly each time.
He rolled on top of Marcus again, pressing his back into the mattress, and gave him one more deep, spine-tingling kiss, then started moving down his body with purpose.
Sweeping his tongue across a line of freckles just beneath Marcus’s collarbone, Robson groaned. “I love these.”
“W-What?” Marcus was panting, his legs moving restlessly against the mattress and his fingers digging bruises into Robson’s skin.
And Robson was fucking loving it.
“Your freckles.” He propped himself up and pressed a kiss to the bridge of Marcus’s nose. The tiny brown dots were mostly on Marcus’s shoulders, but the little sprinkling on his nose and cheeks were there if you were close enough to look. “They’re so sweet. Just like you.”
Cheeks darkening, Marcus averted his gaze as he bit his lip. “Thank you. I… I like your skin too. And your, uh, tattoos.”
His voice was so soft and breathy, Robson had to strain to hear him. Grinning, he nipped at Marcus’s sexy bottom lip—made even plumper by their kisses—and ducked back down to continue his exploration. He zeroed in on Marcus’s nipples next, sucking one into his mouth while lightly pinching the other with one hand. He switched back and forth a couple of times until Marcus was whimpering and thrashing his head back and forth.
“Fuck. When I’m not so tired…” He trailed kisses down Marcus’s smooth stomach, nipping playfully at his belly button, then detouring around his weeping cock. “I’m spending hours just exploring every inch of your body, cariño.”
Marcus’s whole form twitched as he sucked in a breath.
Chuckling, Robson leaned forward, pressed a kiss to one of Marcus’s hips, then sat up between his legs, gripping Marcus’s thighs and eyeing his squirming mate. “You doing okay?”
With a huff and an eye roll, Marcus said, “Yes. You don’t have to treat me like a freak because I haven’t ever done this before.”
Eyes narrowing, he shot forward so fast he surprised Marcus, his body jolting and mouth parting in shock. Hovering over him, Robson said roughly, “Hey. That’s not what this is. This is me treating you with respect and care because you are fucking precious to me. You hear me? You are not a freak, and I don’t want to hear you say that again.”
Marcus was panting, eyes glowing faintly as he ran his tongue over his lower lip, but Robson wouldn’t be distracted.
“Do you hear me?” He pressed it because it felt important. Whoever had put that word in