Kiss Me

Part Nineteen

Marcus

He liked being with me. He liked it because it was me, not just because of what I could do for him. I could have loved him for that alone, but there were so many other things to love him for. Warm, slick fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh, encouraging me to part my legs further, the sheets rustling as I shifted, looking for the perfect position. "Tell me to stop if you hate it," Walker said. "No pressure, promise."

"You like it," I murmured, too focused on the gentle slide of Walkers’s fingers over sensitive skin to absorb more of me.

"Love it," he confirmed. "Happy to let you fuck me as often as you want. No pressure on that either, though. I also like to cuddle."

"I know," I said. We’d done our share of cuddling already, but I could’ve gone for more of that, too. Being near Walker made me feel at peace for once. I’d never felt so calm as I did around him.

My stomach tensed as his fingers brushed over my hole, light and teasing at first, just getting me used to it. I was a grownup, I could take a little discomfort, but I understood a moment later that Walker wouldn’t let me be uncomfortable. Not unless it was completely necessary, because I really wasn't used to being on the receiving end. "You feel so damn good, Marcus." His free hand stroked up and down my side, soothing while his fingers kept exploring, dipping down far enough to nudge my balls and make me hiss, sliding up and down the cleft of my ass in increasingly firm strokes. I let my eyes fall closed, breath hitching as Walker toyed with my hole again, pressing the tip of a finger harder and harder until the muscle gave way, another ripple of tension fluttering through me before I relaxed. "You’re doing so well." he soothed.

"Bet you tell that to people you’re sticking needles in, too." I murmured, hips wriggling as I got used to the intrusion. It was weird, and I couldn’t pretend otherwise, but not bad. Not uncomfortable.

"Well, yeah," he mumbled. "But I don't love them."

"Love, yeah…" I said, hips jerking as Walker pushed in further, a sudden jolt of arousal hitting me under the belly button.

"A lot of love," Walker chuckled, pushing a second finger into me, letting me feel some of the stretch this time, shoving me right up to the edge of uncomfortable but not tipping me over it. I already felt full, but I knew his cock was thicker than two fingers. Then again, I knew mine was, too, and he’d taken it without a word of complaint. He’d taken it with a lot of enthusiasm, actually. A bolt of lightning shot up my spine as he twisted his fingers, pressing down on my prostate. The bed creaked under us as my hips jerked, a spurt of precome spilling from my cock into the sheets beneath me. He laughed again. "Oh yeah," he murmured. "This is gonna be fun for you." I swallowed, unsure how much more of that I could take.

"Just...fuck…"

"Huh," he twisted his fingers again. "You want me in you?"

I nodded. "God yes…" I managed. "Want you to fuck me." I said aloud. Blood rushed to my cheeks, what little of it wasn’t filling my cock making my face hot.

"I know," Walker said, voice low and rumbling. Everything we’d been through would’ve been worth it for the sex alone. "And trust me, you do want me to fuck you," he added. "I’m about to ruin you for everyone else."

"Everyone," I sighed. "You’re the only one I want." He made a soft, tender little sound, leaning over to kiss the back of my neck again, fingers still working into me. It wasn’t weird anymore, just enough friction to keep me interested, familiar tension starting to build low in my gut.

"You’re so good at this," he murmured. "And for the record, you’re the only one I want, too." I gasped as he twisted his fingers again, clenching as he pulled them out, leaving me empty and unsatisfied. A whimper escaped me, mostly muffled by the pillow, but a warm chuckle from Walker told me I hadn’t completely hidden it. "Patience," he said, the sound of crinkling foil making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in anticipation. I forced myself to relax again, taking slow, deep breaths with my eyes closed as I listened to him, reaching out with all my senses to form a picture in my mind. I grunted in surprise as his hands landed on my ass hard, strong thumbs parting my cheeks, fingers massaging deep as arousal pooled lower, hips rocking of their own accord. My body was more than ready for this. It trusted him, because every time Walker touched me, it felt good.

I breathed, letting all the air out of my lungs slowly as I felt Walkers cock against me, hotter and thicker than his fingers, slick with lube. He rocked back and forth, dragging the head over my hole so his piercing caught on it, and I was starting to figure out exactly why it was going to be good for me. How hadn't I felt this before? Maybe it was the rush of things and the fact I was so damn turned on before from the pain of the tattoo that I just didn't notice nor care at the time. But now...now I noticed everything.

I held my breath as he pushed inside, head spinning at the overwhelming pressure and fullness, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Every inch felt new and surprising, the slow slide home setting all my nerve endings on fire, so over sensitive that I felt like I’d come if I so much as twitched the wrong way right now.

A moan caught in my throat as sweat beaded on my forehead, on the back of my neck, rolling down my spine to the small of my back in rivulets as Walker took his time. Slow, even pressure all the way in until his hips were pushed up against me, as far as he could go at this angle. All the air whooshed out of my lungs at once, the urge to clench around him finally overwhelming me now that he wasn’t moving anymore, inner muscles squeezing tight as a brand new wave of pleasure washed over me. Yes. This was exactly what I needed right now. To feel so deeply connected to him that I could practically feel his heartbeat in my body. "Walker."

"You feel incredible," he murmured, kissing the back of my neck, licking the sweat off it, nuzzling my hair. "Everything about you is so hot." I was too busy catching my breath to respond, but I loved hearing that. Walker wanted me. I’d never get tired of knowing that. "Imagine how much better the sex’ll be in a few months. A few years," he whispered, running the tip of his nose along the side of my neck, hips barely rocking into me. "When I know every inch of your body like it’s my own."

Fuck. I thought. Then said. "Fuck, move….god," I moaned louder when he pulled from me and pushed back in forcing my body up the bed. "Yes….like that."

"Shush," he said. "If you moan like that, I'll come too quick." And as he said that he pulled out again and surged forwards, over and over. Tipping me over the edge.

I couldn't hold back the pleasure pushing through me. The fizz. The heat. Everything. "I...fuck! Walker!"

"Shit, babe…" He choked out and grabbed my wrists, holding them above me as he fucked me like he knew I needed. And I was reveling in every push and pull until I was coming undone. Until he was coming undone, too. Then his teeth sank into the flesh on my shoulder as he came. Fuck, the pain felt so good I thought I'd pass out. "Shit…" He pants against my skin. "Coming has….never felt this good."

"If...you, bite me...like that…"

"Shit, sorry." He panicked.

"Don't be. I liked it."

He hummed against my skin. "I love you, so much. Don't wanna take my dick out of you."

I chuckled. "You can put in me again, whenever you want."

"Right back at ya." And he pulled from me and flopped beside me. "Last night here." He mumbled.

"I know. Doesn't matter though, because when we get home we will still have each other," I paused as he looked at me. "I'll get you a key cut."

"I see," he giggled. "We're almost married."

"Stupid. It's a key."

"Yeah and that's like being a real couple."

I frown. "We're not real?"

"I didn't mean it like that." He looked all forlorn. So cute.

"I know, dummy."

"Alright," he huffed out and leaned up on his hand. "Tomorrow. Are we going straight home?"

"Nope. Aya and Henley have invited us there for a couple of days, only if you can."

"I can. Be good. I'm excited."

I'm excited, partly. Because I love spending time with Aya and Henley. They have done so much for me even when I've not asked for it. But a deeper part of me was also dreading it. Matt and Zeke have been absent from my life for quite some time. And then there's Tom. But I guess I would worry. He knows stuff about me Walker doesn't and it's not like I don't want Walker to know, I will tell him….eventually. I just don't want Tom causing any unnecessary trouble. I hope he's grown up enough not to. "Just, the others are crazy." I said, trying to deflect my thoughts.

"Crazy," he was chuckling again. "Have you met me?" God, He's so fucking perfect. 

"Yeah, but I like your crazy. Theirs, not so much."

"You got me. I will protect you from their crazy." Walker broke into one of those special smiles that were just for me, the ones I was starting to recognize. He smiled constantly, one of the most cheerful people I knew, but this one, this smile was mine. "You know we've mated for life."

"What?"

"Where like two beavers. Once they find their mate, they stick with that partner for life. Did you know that?"

I shook my head. "I didn't know that." He smiled again. "You have a weird brain, I've always thought that."

"I have tons of knowledge packed in there." He said, poking his head.

"You should definitely get on with Matt then. He's kind of the same." 

"Well, its good that I'd probably get on with them, but no one is quite like me." He'd started running his fingers through my sticky hair.

"You make me happy." I had to say it, because its so damn true.

"You make me happy, too," he responded. "Proud of you. Both in terms of what you’ve done and how brave you’ve been, and like… proud to call you my boyfriend." 

"Still want that?" I asked, pushing my head into his hand subtly so he wouldn’t stop. "No take-backs."

"No take-backs." Walker promised. "Mated for life and I get a key. I'm so incredibly happy Marcus." Walker soothed, scratching my scalp lightly. I'm so incredibly happy too. My life was taking shape for real this time and I wouldn't change it for anything.