Page 24 of Daddy Marc's Gem

“Lift your hips for me,” Marc instructed.

Foster complied, allowing Marc to slide his slacks and boxers down his legs in one smooth motion, before removing his socks and shoes. A burst of heat rushed to his cheeks as he sat exposed and vulnerable. But Marc’s gaze held nothing but hunger.

Foster’s breath hitched as Marc dragged his tongue along his inner thigh. “I’ve been wanting to taste you from the moment we met, when we first locked eyes. You were so flustered, so sweet,” Marc’s voice was rough and throaty. “Now I want to taste all of you.”

Foster was unable to form words as Marc’s warm breath ghosted over his hardened cock. When Marc finally took him into his mouth, Foster cried out, the sensation overpowering. He dug his fingers into the bedspread, his toes curling in an effort to keep from coming too fast.

Marc’s mouth was hot and wet around him, his tongue working mercilessly as he took him deeper. Foster’s head fell back, and a string of incoherent sounds poured from him. With each suck and lick, he fought to keep from losing it. He gazed down at Marc and the sight of him—his Daddy—between hislegs, those large hands gripping his thighs, thumbs digging into flesh was almost more than he could bear.

Foster keened, threading his fingers through Marc’s hair. “I can't—I'm going to—”

Marc pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Foster’s. “Not yet, baby boy. I’m making this last.” Marc abruptly rose. “Scoot all the way back on the bed.”

Foster obeyed, watching transfixed as Marc undressed. His broad chest was dusted with dark hair that tapered down to a trail disappearing beneath his waistband. When he finally stood naked before him, Foster's mouth went dry. Marc's body was the perfect blend of strength and softness - powerful shoulders and arms and solid, muscular thighs. He was a man comfortable in his skin, and the confidence radiated from him like heat.

Foster couldn’t tear his eyes away from Marc’s cock, thick and heavy between his legs. A flutter of nervousness mingled with his desire. He didn’t have much experience bottoming, and Edward hadn’t exactly been a beast in that department. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to take such an impressive dick, and Marc would be disappointed.

“Roll over, sweetheart.” Marc climbed onto the end of the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he moved toward Foster with deliberate slowness, like a predator savoring the moment before claiming his prey.

“Red!” With dismay, Foster realized he no longer had to worry about coming too fast.

Marc startled, but immediately rose from the bed. “Let me get your clothes, then I’ll get dressed. We can discuss what happened in the living room if it makes you more comfortable.”

Foster’s brain hadn’t quite caught up to what was happening. Why would they be getting dressed? He smacked his forehead. “Wait! Don’t get dressed. I forgot about yellow. I really meant yellow. That’s the slow down one, right?”

He was babbling yet was also desperate to keep from ruining what had been a perfect night so far. He wanted all the sex with Marc, but slowing down was the best way to describe how he felt.

Marc nodded, then sat next to him on the edge of the mattress. He clasped Foster’s hand. “Good job on using your safeword. I’m very proud of you.”

Foster smirked. “Kind of bad timing when we were having so much fun, though.”

“Your feelings are always valid. No matter how much fun we’re having.” Marc winked, wiping away some of Foster’s tension. “Talk to me, baby.”

He folded his hands in his lap. not sure he could make graphic sexual confessions with his dick on display.

“Before I was with Edward, I only dated. Fooled around, but didn’t want to have intercourse until I was in a committed relationship.” He rolled his eyes. “Which brings me to Edward. As it turned out, he wasn’t that interested in full on sex.”

“He was ace?”

Foster shook his head. “No, he said that wasn’t how he identified. He loved getting off, but he mostly wanted hand or blow jobs. Once in a while, he’d want me to bottom, but very rarely.”

“Did he ever want you to top him?”

Talking about something so private had never been easy for him. But other than feeling a bit awkward, telling Marc wasn’t a problem.

“No. Not even close. In general, he didn’t want to touch me there, and he definitely didn’t want me to touch him, either.”

“So no ass play at all? No fingers, tongues, toys? Just penetration once in a while.”

“Uh…” He might be moving past his comfort level after all. At the same time, maybe this was his chance to finally… Heswallowed hard. Marc certainly wasn’t hesitant or coy about sex. Why shouldhehold back?

Marc tucked a stray bit of Foster’s hair behind his ear. “Anything you say is fine. No judgments.”

“None of those things. But that’s only because of him. I would’ve been interested.”

Oh yeah. His cheeks were on fire, but now was the time to be clear when everything was still new. If he’d been honest about what he wanted to try and what his desires were from the beginning, he might never have gotten so deeply involved with Edward.

“What is it that you’re interested in?” Marc smiled as if in reassurance. “Again, no judgments. I have quite an assortment of activities I enjoy, so I doubt I’ll be shocked.”

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