Page 18 of Nothing But the Night (Basic Instincts 2)

Marc needed more. So much more.

He slid down Jason’s body, pressing his face on his chest and belly, until he drew level with his dick. His pushed his cheek against the hard bulge. Jason’s cock tented the front of his jock pouch. Marc turned his head, mouthing the outline. Pre-cum oozed through the white fabric. He caught the taste on his lips, and it inflamed him further.

Marc no longer knew himself as pulled the pouch aside to unleash Jason’s beautiful cock. His was thick and uncircumcised. His sticky juices glistened on the folds of his foreskin. Marc sucked on the tip, trying to draw out every drop of precious moisture. The taste was salty, strong, incredible. He couldn’t control himself. He gripped Jason’s smooth balls and the root of his cock in one hand, guiding it into his mouth. Now Jason groaned and slid his fingers through Marc’s hair, urging him to go further. He didn’t need encouragement. Marc opened his mouth and took him all the way, until the blunt head of Jason’s cock reached the back of his throat.

He was out of practice. Before his gag reflex ruined everything, he eased back, catching a breath through his nose, and took up a hurried motion. He was torn between wanting to explore and savour every hard inch of this beautifully smooth dick and the urge to let loose, to go wild and fill himself with cum.

He tugged Jason’s jeans to his ankles, giving him the freedom to spread his knees and thrust into him. With one hand on his balls, he slipped the other around the back again, to enjoy that hot, bare arse. He slid his fingers into the tight crack, finding his hole. That molten hot opening.

Jason moaned, easing his cock back and forwards, seeming to enjoy every second as Marc sucked and slurped.

His breath hissed and he gripped Marc’s head in both hands. “Easy. Easy. I’m not ready to end this yet.”

Part of Marc wanted to continue, wanted to feel the hot gush of cum across his tongue and down his throat. A more dominant part of him wanted much more. He fell away, panting, staring at the magnificent and wet cock just inches from his face.

Jason toed off his shoes and out of his jeans. He hauled the T-shirt over his head and cast it across the room. Marc gazed upwards at his body. It was as fantastic as he’d imagined. Thickset and trim. Jason’s hairy chest and treasure trail made his pulse race faster. Jason’s sexy, gap-toothed smile beamed down at him.

“It’s my turn to see you,” he said.

Marc gave Jason’s cock one last suck, before getting to his feet. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop. He was probably a good ten years older than Jason, but he had no worries about exposing his body. Running, boxing and swimming kept him in good shape for his age. He’d never look like a thirty-year-old again, but neither did he want to. Compared to Jason, the hair on his chest was relatively sparse, but his pecs were firm and well-shaped, and his belly was flat.

Jason murmured appreciatively. “Turn around.”

Marc did what he asked. Suddenly Jason was behind him, pressing his chest into his back. The warm contact of skin of against skin caused Marc to shudder again. He was so out of practice with all of this. Jason reached around and unfasted his belt and trousers. They dropped to his ankles. Jason’s hands were on his cock, smoothing the cotton of his briefs against the bulgingoutline. He nuzzled into the nape of Marc’s neck, making him shiver all over.

“Do you like this?” Jason grazed his fingers down the length of his cock, finding his balls, teasing them through the light material.

Marc’s stomach quivered. “Yes,” he gasped.

Jason explored, moving both hands to his waist. Every touch provoked fresh sensations. Marc had neglected the sensual side of his nature for far too long. He knew Jack had never wanted him to lock himself away for the rest of his life, but Marc had done that anyway.

Jason tucked his fingers into the waist of his briefs and tugged them down, exposing his arse. Marc let out a long exhalation as Jason rubbed his wet cock against his cheeks.Oh God, that feels so good.Jason held his hips and ground his hardness against him. Marc surrendered, arching his spine to push back.

After all they’d been through tonight, having that cock inside him would make everything feel better.

“Put it in me,” he growled.

Jason pressed his length into the cleft of his butt. “You sure?”

“Yes. Fuck me.”

Jason stepped back and gave his arse a firm slap. “Stay right there.” He hurried away.

Trembling, Marc struggled out of his wet trousers. He was naked when Jason returned moments later, carrying a bottle of lube, a strip of condoms and a towel.

“Get on the couch,” Jason said. “Show me your arse.”

Marc wasn’t used to being ordered around, in his personal or professional life, but doing what Jason toldhim to do was a thrill. He climbed onto the sofa and rested his arms across the back, sticking out his butt for Jason’s approval.

“Spread it,” Jason said.

Marc reached back, opening his cheeks. He had a good arse. His exercise regime saw to that, and he kept the crack clean and manscaped. He gasped as Jason dribbled cold lube into the cleft, then massaged it around his opening, before pushing his finger inside.

“Oh, God.” Marc rested against the back of the sofa and breathed deeply. He was tight. No surprise after all this time, but he wanted to go through with this more than anything. He focused on his sphincter and willed it to relax.

Jason applied plenty of lube and slid a finger all the way to the knuckle. He paused, giving Jason time to adjust, before withdrawing and going back in with two fingers. He worked his hole with a slick, twisting motion, getting him prepared. His nails were short and there was no pain or scratching.

Marc could barely wait for Jason to put on a condom.I need this. I need him.

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