again. “God, that’s…”
“You feel amazing. And you look amazing.”
“So… So do you.”
He kept moving slowly, taking me little by little until he’d relaxed enough for long, fluid strokes. He didn’t pick up much speed, though, and we both swore and gasped as he kept up his easy, steady pace, letting me enjoy every second of every stroke.
I teased his nipple with my thumb and forefinger, and he shivered, tightening around me.
“Fuck, Armin…”
It was my turn to shiver. “I swear to God,” I panted, “I’ve fantasized about doing this a million times.”
“Yeah?” He grinned down at me. “You like it like this?”
“Uh-huh. But mostly, I was…” I licked my lips as I slid my hands over his smooth, dark skin. “I was fantasizing about doing it with you.”
“Mmm. Me too. And it’s…” He shivered hard. “God, it’s so good.”
“Yeah it is.” I put some more lube on my hand, and Marques bit his lip as he watched. Then I closed my fingers around his cock.
“Aw, fuck…” He sat back a little and rested on one hand as he rode my cock and fucked my hand. Wow, this was a sexy view. He’d always been gorgeous, and he’d been stunning in my fantasies, but the real thing? His muscles rippling and his skin gleaming with sweat as we fucked? That was beyond everything I’d ever imagined.
Marques slowed to a stop. Breathing hard, he met my eyes. “How about you get up behind me?”
“Mmm, fuck yeah.”
He lifted himself off me and turned around, and I had to struggle to catch my breath as I knelt behind him. Sliding back into him? Oh, my Lord. I wanted to pound him and make us both come, but I’d been wanting this for so damn long I needed to savor it, so I moved slowly, mesmerized by the sight of my own cock pushing in and out of his gorgeous ass.
Our breathing fell into sync, and the rain kept smacking against the windows as I kept right on fucking Marques and trying to hold back so this wasn’t over too soon. How I hadn’t come yet, I had no idea. I still couldn’t believe this was even happening. That I was buried to the hilt inside Marques, pumping his thick cock, driving those helpless sounds from his kiss-swollen lips.
Except I couldn’t kiss those lips. And I couldn’t see his face. This was sexy as hell, but I’d waited too long to touch him without being able to watch his gorgeous face.
I slowed and pulled out. “Get back on top. I want to see you.”
“Mmph. Fuck, yeah.”
We changed positions again. This time I was flat on my back, and he straddled me and eased himself onto my cock again. This was even better than what we’d been doing earlier—he had more range of motion, and I had more leverage. As he found a rhythm, I complemented it, pressing my heels into the bed and fucking up into him every time he came down.
“Oh my God,” he murmured. “Fuck, baby…”
“You are so hot like that.” I slid my hands up his thighs. “So fucking… Ungh.”
He leaned forward on one hand and started stroking himself. I nudged his hand out of the way and took over, and now that he was balanced on both arms, he rocked faster and harder, and I tried to keep pumping him in time with his motions. We fell into a perfect rhythm, and the sight of him… The sounds he made… His cock stiffening in my hand… How tight and hot and slick he was…
“I’m gonna come.” My voice came out as a strained moan. “Are you… Is this…” I swept my tongue across my lips. “You want me to come like…”
“Oh, yeah.” He rode me harder. “I’m almost there too.”
The arousal in his shaky voice was all I could handle, and I pumped him for all I was worth as I cried out and came inside him.
Marques swore as his hips jerked. They jerked again, and he grunted, and his cum landed on my stomach. One especially enthusiastic drop hit me in the chin, and we both laughed in between gasping and panting, and that made me even dizzier.
I was deep inside Marques. We’d both come. We were both laughing. Oh God. This was real?
He touched his forehead to mine, and for a long time, we just sat there and trembled and tried to catch our breath.
And against all odds, I didn’t wake up.
Because this hadn’t been a dream after all.
Chapter 13
Marques
Going