Chapter Four

Marcus

    He lowers me into the bed; tongue still stuck down my throat. I don't know what happened to our towels because his hot naked body is draped over my very naked body. He moves the kiss from my mouth to the hollow in my neck and peppers my chest with kisses. He licks at my nipples which are now as hard as pebbles. He bites, and I cry out in pain, but he soothes it with his tongue, and I can't decide if I like it or hate it, but my leaking cock decides for me. He moves his ministration to my taut stomach, and before I can adjust to that, his hot mouth engulfs my cock, and my back arches. I make a strangled sound as my balls tighten. I know I am seconds away from coming "please…I am about to come...” I cry out. Instead of slowing down, he renews his effort with vigor, and suddenly, my vision goes white as I come so hard. I feel like I have an out-of-body experience, and I can't even bring myself to feel ashamed at how fast he got me off. I come to, slowly to Simon shushing me and caressing my hair. "Are you back with the living? For a moment there, I thought you had totally blacked out.” "That was amazing," I slur, with a dopey smile I couldn't get rid of even if I tried, "I am not done yet," he says with a glint in his eyes.

  He opens the side table, and after slightly fumbling, he pulls out a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms, and I shiver in anticipation. He kisses me briefly before moving between my legs. I hold my breath as he blows at my spent cock, and it tries valiantly to come back to life. He kisses my thigh, and tingles of pleasure run through me. He flips me over and puts me on my knees with my ass in the air. I should be embarrassed or ashamed to be this exposed, but I shiver in anticipation. I wait for the cold touch of lube but instead, a searing hot tongue touches my hole, and the shock and pleasure almost make me fall off the bed. He holds me firmly and moves me to a more comfortable position. He holds me firmly and then proceeds to eat me out till I am a blubbering mess begging for anything and everything. My cock is so hard it's leaking hard. When I can't literally take it anymore, he gives me a small reprieve.

  Soon, his tongue is replaced by a lubed finger; it feels strange but in a good way; before I can fully adjust, he removes the finger, and soon it is replaced by two fingers. It feels incredibly full, and my erection flag a little. He adds more lube and starts thrusting slowly. I relax until he touches something and incredible pleasure goes through me. "what the fuck was that? I ask breathlessly with glassy eyes "that was your pleasure spot…you know your prostate," he tells me with a smirk. "Please do whatever that was again, please, "I begged desperately. "My pleasure, baby," he says as he renews his fingering. I thrust my hips in time with him feeling desperate for more. He somehow understands what i wants because he removes the fingers, and soon, I have three fingers scissoring me, and the pressure is too much. "Please fuck me now, Simon, please, I can't wait anymore. "Shhhhhh, I will take care of you, "he says as he removes his fingers, and I can't help but whimper with need. He lines his cock to my needy hole, but I stop him because I need to see his face when he finally buries himself deep inside me. He immediately stops, concern etched on his face "what is it? Did I hurt you?" he asks, leaning to cradle my face. I lean into the touch "no, I don't think you would hurt me. I just want to see you when you…You know..." I stop and bury my blushing face in his neck; he chuckles and kisses me. "Any way you want me is fine, baby, though on your knees would have been easier for your first time" he arranges me to face him and puts my legs up to his shoulders. He lines his cock near my hole, and a flash of anxiety runs through me. He looks at me questioningly. I nod, and he goes back to penetrating my fluttering hole. He eases in so slowly "breathe in love and push out against the pressure' he tells me. I try to follow his instructions, but the feeling of being full is overwhelming; there is little pain, though, and I am glad it's not as bad as I thought it would be. He bottoms out, and we both exhale with relief.

   He pauses to give me a moment to adjust. I feel so stretched but also a pull to feel more. I can feel the pleasure beyond reach, and I start squirming. He chuckles and then starts moving slowly. It starts uncomfortable but soon it turns into pleasure, and I want him to move faster and harder. I move my hips to encourage him, and soon, he gets the hints. He moves faster, and soon, he is pounding me so hard the bed is banging the headboard. I can feel my orgasm again as he repeatedly hits that magical spot. He slows the pace a bit, takes my weeping cock in hand, and then resumes the punishing pace, giving my cock the much-needed friction to get me over the edge. I come with a scream, and I can vaguely hear him come with a bellow, and warmth flood my hole through the thin latex. He collapses on top of me, and I hold on to him with everything in me as tears of gratitude and healing sting my eyes. "Shhhhhh, I got you, baby. I promised I would take care of you always”, he says, and for the first time I feel like, I have finally found my safe space.

The next morning I wake up to the smell of bacon and coffee. For a minute, I am confused; it’s been a while since I woke in an actual bed. I lie there for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of warmth and safety. Memories of last night flood my mind. I am torn between squirming with joy for what happened and dying of mortification for the condition he had found me in. Him, my knight in shining armor. There must be a guardian angel somewhere rooting for me who sent him my way. I experienced so much yesterday that I don’t even know how to process it. I hear footsteps, and I panic a little; maybe he is here to throw me out. Technically I had no business being here even though last night was epic, and I wouldn’t mind experiencing more of it. I pull the covers and cover my face when he opens the door. “Marcus, are you awake? I made breakfast.”

  I slowly uncover my face and peek at him. He sits on the bed and uncovers me some more. “Are you ok, M? I nod and then blush because I am naked, and for some reason, I feel shy having him see me naked even though he had worshipped every part of my body last night. “Can…I do….you….have a robe I can borrow?” I manage to mumble. He smiles at me, goes into the closet, and brings me a fluffy robe. “Get dressed and find me in the kitchen,” he orders, then leaves me to it. I put it on quickly, and it covers me fully as he is bigger than me. I find him in the kitchen, and there is already a plate set aside for me, heaped with bacon, pancakes, and fruit. My stomach growls and I feel ashamed. It’s been a while since I had pancakes, bacon, or breakfast, for that matter. “Go on, have a bite am a pretty decent cook,” he says with a wink. It takes a lot of self-control to not wolf down my food. “Your clothes are in the washer, but you can borrow some of mine while we figure out your next move.” I nod and continue eating, I am afraid he will ask what my plan is, and I don’t have one. I had not planned on being alive this morning, so yeah there is that.

    I finish my meal, take my plate to the sink, and rinse it before putting it in the dishwasher. He is still eating his breakfast, so I sit back in my seat and wait with bated breath for the marching orders that I know are coming. I really have no business being in his house, best sex ever aside. “Thank you for breakfast. I will leave as soon as I have my clothes back,” I say with my eyes lowered I didn’t want to see the relief on his face of getting rid of me. “Hey, look at me,” he says, touching my chin, I look up and find his concerned gaze. “I don’t want you to leave, ok? You will stay here until we have a plan. Please stay” his eyes plead with me to say yes, and I find myself nodding.