you,” I say as I hook his leg and grab his arm before pulling his leg out and pushing him onto the ground. Then I take off while remembering that the whole reason I got in the tub was to get rid of the soreness in my leg.
But I’m a man of my word and I absolutely cannot go back on a race. So I rush for the stairs. It was a dumb race seeing as he flies past me at lightning speed before I even put foot on one step and then I’m left in his wake.
When I reach the bedroom, he’s already butt-ass naked, sprawled out on the bed reading a book. “Huh, I’m surprised you bothered to show. I thought you got lost along the way.”
“Ass,” I growl as I shed my wet shorts near the door and walk over to the bed. “You even had time to read?”
“I got a whole chapter finished.”
“Liar. Then what happened in it?”
“Don’t even get me started on what Louise did when Hammerhead Dan came home. And he didn’t get that nickname from using a hammer.”
“Oh my… kinky,” I say as I crawl onto his lap. “I didn’t know you read such kinky books.”
“I didn’t either.” He tosses the book on the bedside table before pulling me onto his lap. I lean into him as he sits up, back against the headboard, my ass on his lap as his cock brushes against mine. I lean in until his lips find my throat and begin to move down it, sucking and kissing as I press into him, aching for him to bite me. When he returns to my lips again, I feel a little disappointed, but I know he doesn’t like biting me too often, even if I don’t mind.
At all.
He grabs the lubricant, which he also must have had time to get out as I was struggling up the stairs, and pops the cap as he gives me a cocky grin that always makes me smile in return.
“What?”
“Oh, just thinking back on that time when you thought you could beat me in a race,” he teases.
I laugh as I slide my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. He’s a little damp where water still drips from his hair and onto his back, so I trail my fingers through it like I’m painting him with splashes of water. “Hey, I put you on the ground first.”
“You actually did,” he says. “I guess I was expecting sexy time, and instead, you just threw my ass on the ground and ran off.”
“I like keeping you on your toes.”
“You do a good job of that.”
His hand, wet with lube, runs down our cocks, pushing them together so they rub into each other as he moves his hand over them. I moan as I reach down and rub my palm over the head of his cock. I love the way he leans into me as my hand quickens. His free hand traces a line down my thigh and over to my ass, squeezing it gently. While I draw my hand over our cocks, his wet hand joins the other and rubs a line between my ass cheeks. As his finger circles my hole, I press into him and kiss him. His tongue wraps around mine as the heat in my body rises.
His finger pushes inside me and rubs against me as I stroke him. I already want more of him, need more of him, but he’s going teasingly slow as he adds a second finger that moves in and out and stretches me. I feel like it’s been too long since we’ve had sex since it’s not exactly like we can hide from Orin while here.
“I love you, Marcus. I know I tell you I love you all the time, but you make me feel so free and so strong.”
“That’s all you. I don’t believe I’m the one who has done that,” he says.
“Of course you have,” I say.
Once I’m ready, I pull away from his fingers as I take ahold of his cock and hover over him. Slowly, I lower myself down until I feel the head brushing against my ass. I push down until I feel him begin to open me up. As soon as the head of his cock is resting inside me, I sink down onto him and groan as he fills me up.
He murmurs something against my lips before kissing my throat as I rise up and drop back