Page 124 of The Butterfly Killer

He wanted to get fucked into the mattress. His body might be apprehensive, but that was to be expected for his first time. Playing with toys and fingers wouldn’t be the same as a real cock going up his ass. Or being fucked the way he wanted to be.

He shivered when the thought about how he wanted Roman to not care about Marcus’s pleasure and justtake.It definitely wasn’t healthy, but who said any of this was healthy?

He took a deep breath. He reinserted his fingers, going deeper this time. He stretched himself more than he’d done before, knowing Roman was really watching this time. He was so close, hands on Marcus’s waist, fingers gripping his flesh, and his eyes focused on what Marcus was doing to himself.

Marcus couldn’t help when he wiggled his hips. His jaw went slack, mouth open as he silently moaned. His fingers were brushing up against his prostrate, not quite there on top of it, but everything was so sensitive inside him once he got past the initial burn.

His hips swiveled. Roman’s grip tightened as if Marcus was trying to get away from him. Oh, it was the complete opposite. Marcus couldn’t wait for him to be inside him. He craved it. It seemed like that was the only thing that would keep him from falling apart.

With Roman’s fingers leaving behind bruises, Marcus’s hold relaxed further, sucking his fingers in as far as they could go.

“Oh fuck!” He hips stuttered, his cock aching to rut against anything. He was definitely hitting his prostrate now. His hand cramped, but he tried to press in further to pound into the nub making him feel so good.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. As much as it pained him, he withdrew his fingers again. The ache was even greater this time. His hole twitched in the open air, trying to tempt Roman alone, but Marcus was like a cat in heat. He mewed even, his face burning with embarrassment he would feel later when he was more in his right mind.

He pushed his hips up higher in the air and pressed his face into the sheets.

“Fuck me, Roman. Now.”

He craned his neck to just barely see Roman behind him. There were only a couple times that Marcus had been able to stun the man. The look upon his face was delicious. Marcus drank it up. Jaw slack, his eyes glassy with carnal need that rivaled his own.

Roman stripped from the rest of his clothes. He threw them hastily to the ground. Marcus didn’t have the energy to do the same. His mind was on Roman getting inside him and cumming—that was it.

But Roman seemed to be thinking for the two of them at least. He helped Marcus from the rest of his clothes, yanking Marcus’s shoes off without untying them but not caring to take his socks off. One dangled halfway off his foot.

When they were both naked, Marcus resumed his initial position. Roman kneeled behind him, stroking himself. Marcus nudged the bottle of lube in Roman’s direction and he took it.

Marcus was too aware of his own quickened breaths and his racing heart as he heard the cap creak open. It snapped closed and there was a soft thud as it dropped to the mattress.

There was a wet squelch as Roman prepared himself.

Roman pressed the tip of his cock to Marcus’s awaiting hole. He circled the sensitive wrinkled skin. Marcus clenched, chasing the head as if he could put it in himself.

Roman swatted his ass. “Stay still.”

Marcus tried to. He really did. He clenched his whole body to keep from rocking or swiveling his hips. Still, his body trembled as Roman began to press inside him.

Marcus’s pulse migrated to his ass. He felt his heartbeat there, his lower half flushed and hot like he was starting to burn from the inside.

Roman hissed. His thumbs spread Marcus’s cheeks, holding there as he sunk deeper and deeper.

Marcus clenched around the hot length. It surged forward, the lube giving it the glide it needed, but though it was happening at a snail’s pace, he felt like it was too much all at once. He pressed his face into the mattress. He let out a silent scream then clamped his teeth on the fabric so he didn’t actually scream.

Roman stilled though it was obvious it took a lot of effort.

Marcus panted as they held there, waiting for the other to speak. The air was heavy around them. Sweat, lube, and musk. Marcus would commit this smell to memory. It was already imprinting on him.

“Why’d you stop?” He didn’t know how he managed to speak. Though, it was more like a slur of words.

Roman rocked his hips, edging in a little deeper. Marcus couldn’t stop the yelp he let out. He bit his tongue all too late. The copper taste mixed with everything else, creating a sensory overload that fried his brain.

“That’s why. You need to be stretched more,” Roman gritted out. He sounded like he was on the edge.

Hope—a sickening thing to have now—that Roman would lose control was felt in Marcus’s chest. He dashed that stupid thought away. And it was stomped further when Roman actually started to pull out.

“No!”

While Marcus was barely taking the stretch, he couldn’t take the emptiness. He needed this. Heneededto feel Roman.

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