Kiss Me

Part Twelve

Walker

I couldn't bear watching Marcus breakdown. He'd always been so strong. He always has this attitude that nothing or anything could touch him. But now...now he was a wreck. "She shouldn’t talk to you like she does," I said, even more certain this time. What had Marcus gone through behind closed doors? I was starting to realize that I’d had no idea how bad it was. I’d barely even scratched the surface of understanding.

"She shouldn’t talk about you like she just did,” Marcus said. "But if you’ve ever wondered why I moved away and never went back… I guess you’ve got some ideas now."

"Yeah," I said, heart aching for him. "Yeah, I do." With a final sigh, I pulled away from him, giving us both space we desperately needed. Although I'd happily hug him forever.

"Thank you," he said. "For getting between us. You really didn't have to."

He sniffed again, making me sniff. "I know I didn't and I wasn't doing because we're pretend boyfriends. I did because it was….almost the right thing to do, well from my point of view."

"It was right. Although it's not the end of her onslaught."

"You're not leaving the wedding?" I asked.

"Fuck no I'm not. It's Lily's wedding. Not hers."

I smiled as we stood face to face. "I'm glad you said that."

"Here," he dug into his inner pocket, pulling out an actual, real-life handkerchief and holding it out to me. "You look you need it more than me now, not that snot isn't a good look for you.”

I took it, marveling at the fact that he carried one. Who carried a handkerchief? "I suddenly feel like a delicate nineteenth century lady," I said. "Do you also have a fainting couch stuffed in that coat?"

"Silly. It's cold and your nose is running."

I chuckled. "Yeah and yours is on my coat." Marcus shrugged, an adorable blush coloring the ridges of his cheeks.

I wiped my face, figuring there was no point in letting Marcus’s unexpected preparedness go to waste, and then balled it up and stuffed it in my pocket, not least of all because it seemed a little rude to pass back a handkerchief covered in bodily fluids. "I’ll cherish it forever." I said, and I was only half-joking. Marcus was going to turn me into the kind of person who carried one, just because he’d given it to me and I wanted to keep it.

He smiled, warm and soft and so, so tempting, taking a half-step toward me. My stomach flipped, convinced he was about to kiss me. Was that why he wanted me to clean up? So he could? "Good." he said, licking his lips, and I’d already forgotten what we were talking about.

Before I could kick the part of my brain that would have told me not to into gear, the part that needed to hug him again and maybe a good orgasm to feel better took charge, and suddenly my hand was on his cheek and our noses bumped together as I kissed him, hard and needy, a flood of warmth washing around the pit of my stomach at the soft, surprised gasp he made. The part of my brain that wasn’t a needy asshole shuddered into life a moment later, yelling stop in my head, whistles and sirens going off between my ears. I pulled back, horrified at myself. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he said so softly it was barely heard. But I see it, on his face. And he moved in, pressing his lips to mine. Inner me was screaming yes, fuck yes. But outer me was shocked. He'd initiated this kiss, all on his own. Then Searing arousal flooded south, a low, needy moan rumbling in the back of my throat as he kissed me, pinning me to him, one hand on my shoulder and the other clenched in my hair, holding me still so he could take what he needed. Then he pulled away, leaving a cold space between us. "Lets go to the room."

"You read my mind."

"I didn't need to read anything Walker, it's pretty damn obvious."

"Back at ya." He smiled and grabbed my hand practically pulling back into the warmth of the hotel. Head held high like he didn't give a shit anymore. Like what happened with his mom was something that didn't happen at all. And yeah, I was so excited I could explode into million tiny pieces.

I barely waited until we were behind closed doors to kiss Marcus again, need and desperation pushing me to bite at his lip, shove my hands under his coat to hold him close, want and arousal filling the space under my ribcage, making my lungs tight. "...clothes…" He panted through the kiss.

"Uh huh." I agreed. Then stripped away my clothes as he rushed his. "Your on top, this time." Why? Why did I say that. I've never bottomed before, but fuck me I wanted to bottom with him. I wanted his dick in me. I wanted to feel him slide in and out of me. God, I wanted it so bad.

"Don’t," Marcus said, thumb brushing the shell of my ear as he pushed his fingers into my hair. "Not if you don’t want to." I did want to. I wanted him, who was kind and warm and sweet and protective, who treated me like something with value, who stood up for me. I wanted all of it.

"I want it." There was no one more appropriate. For my first time as a bottom. "I want you," I said, nerves making my stomach clench as I said it, fear of rejection slithering down my spine. What if he didn’t want me, after all the screwing around?

"Weird coincidence," he said, pulling back to look me in the eyes. "I want you, too." Joy like I’d never felt before filled my lungs, replacing all the air with happiness so big it hurt, too big for me to contain.

"Good." And then that was that. He'd pushed me across the room to the bed. I fell into it in a fit of happy laughter as he moved between my legs and trailed kisses up my body. Slowly at first. Up my thighs to my hip. He nuzzles his face in my groin and lets out a long breath as his hand slid over my very hard dick to my stomach and my back arched at the action. "Marcus…" I choked out.

"Mmm, yes."

"Don't...leave me, like this."

"Like this?" He repeated and licked my tip then stopped. Fuck, this. "Okay, breath." He said. Breath, fuck...I tried then my breathing completely stopped when he swallowed me all the way to the back of his throat I felt it fizz through my legs making my toes curl.

"Oh, you’re gonna be so much fun," he murmured when he pulled away, nuzzling his way along my length, pressing a butterfly light kiss to the base. "You taste incredible." I’d never heard that before, but I liked it all the same. I liked that Marcus so obviously wanted me, that he wasn’t afraid to hold back, that he wasn’t making this feel like a favor he was doing for me. He didn’t let up for a second, holding my gaze for long moments while he sucked and swallowed around me, what little was left of my brain power draining right out of me.

My eyes fell closed, a moan scraping the back of my throat as Marcus took me deeper again, taking his time. Slow and steady until I was nudging the back of his throat, surrounded by his heat, thighs tense with the urge to thrust into it.

Marcus moaned around me, low and needy and sincere, like he was getting off on this, too. Getting off on me, on sucking my cock and turning me into a whimpering mess. My fingers tightened in his hair, and a jolt of pleasure hit me as he sucked harder, the barest scrape of teeth making me hiss, teetering right on the knife edge between pleasure and pain. He was good. Not that he needed to be. I was weak against this, so turned on by the thought of him enjoying it that I knew I’d never hold out long. Not with Marcus making happy noises around me, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, dipping into the slit, sucking and swallowing like he couldn’t imagine having more fun. And he felt so fucking good, sucking on me like I was the most incredible thing he’d ever had in his mouth, low moans punctuating every rhythmic stroke, heat and pleasure and need building and building inside me as he worked my cock.

Then it was gone and I looked down to see him coating his fingers with saliva. "Brace yourself," he whispered and I closed my eyes and spread my legs further apart for him. "Relax, I won't hurt you." I believed everyone single word. Yet my breath hitched as he slowly, carefully pushed his finger in me. Then two. And that's when the burn took hold, but not enough for me to want him to stop. I wanted it to burn more.

"Fuck," I gripped his hair so tight he hissed, then moaned. So I did it again and again he was moaning while fucking my arse with his fingers. He was definitely well versed in finger fucking, so much I'm dying to see how good he is with his dick. "Just...god, fuck me...please." I whimpered.

"Alright," his voice a soft hush. "I won't go easy on you, not anymore."

"Good."

He grins, wickedly so and moved up my body, biting and kissing as he positioned himself. "I'm a cruel man," he said, nudging my hole with his dick. "I will hurt you, one way or another."

I grabbed his cheeks in one hand and pulled his mouth to mine. "I don't care, as long as it's not my heart."

He smiled again. "That's the one thing I won't ever hurt."

"Then my body is yours…." Oh fuck me! I thought when he pushed in me with no finesse. And lifted up to grab my hips so he had a better angle.

His head tipped back as his hips thrust forward pushing me up the bed. My hands fist large amounts of the bedding. The burn was intense but the pleasure was even more intense I had no words. Just groans and grunts as he fucked me. "So...fucking good," he moans.

"Doing great," I managed, too busy enjoying myself to remember the burn. Marcus laughed, genuine, happy laughter that vibrated against my skin as he came in for a kiss, his hands kneading and exploring, fingers tracing the outlines of tattoos, then digging deep into my flesh as he sped up, breath catching in his throat, want written in every stroke. He wanted me, and it felt so good.

We both fell quiet, rolling around in the joy of each other’s bodies, shared gasps and sighs and the shifting bed frame beneath us the only sound in the room, the whole world narrowed down to the places where our skin was touching. Every little sound of pleasure that spilled from Marcus's lips rippled its way to the pit of my stomach, tension building there, thighs tight with need. "Harder," I gasped into his mouth, and Marcus didn’t waste a damn second giving me what I wanted until we both came and spent.

"Ahhh." Was all that left him as he lay on top of me. So I wrapped my arms around him, holding him there. Not wanting to disconnect in anyway. I wanted to fall asleep, just like this. With Marcus wrapped around me, too.