Page 66 of Off the Rim
Marcus' tongue moves over me again, this time with more pressure. He laps at me like a dog drinking water, making wet, sloppy sounds and moaning like my ass is the best thing he's ever tasted. A quick look at my painfully aching dick, and yeah,I'm harder than I've ever been in my life. My cock is like steel, the head purple and angry, dripping as it bobs with the involuntary movements my hips have started smacking against the tile.
The movements of his tongue become more precise, more concentrated around my hole. He swirls it and pushes in a little before starting over, until he's probing my asshole with his tongue, pushing it deep inside me. The sounds I'm making should be embarrassing. If I had to listen to a recording, I'd probably be mortified. But I can't stop. I’m crying and moaning and begging for more, for less, for him to just fuck me already. I don't even care that we don't have any lube, he can use the goddamn hotel shampoo for all I care, just get inside me right fucking now because?—
"I need to come," I cry.
He moans into my ass, and then I feel more pressure, two fingers pushing inside me and spreading my ass open so he can fit his tongue in there deeper. A finger presses against my prostate, and a jolt of electricity charges through me. Pushing back on his face, I reach for my cock and pump myself one, two, three times before I shoot. Cum splatters against the wall, coats my hand, and drips down onto the floor of the shower. I lean against the wall, still stroking my cock, face and chest plastered to the tile while I take deep, shuddery breaths.
Marcus wipes his face on my ass cheek, which I find both funny and weirdly erotic, and stands, kissing his way up to my shoulder blade. I turn, pressing my back to the wall and bending down to kiss him. He holds out a hand to stop me.
"Are you sure you want to kiss me right now?"
"Why wouldn't I. that was the most insane, intense thing I've ever felt in my life. I need to kiss you right now."
"My mouth was just on your ass."
"Yeah. If you can put your mouth on my ass, I think I can put my mouth on your mouth after it's been there. If you're not afraid of my ass, I figured I shouldn't be, either?"
Marcus chuckles and leans forward to kiss me. I deepen the kiss, not getting any hints of anything unpleasant. Then again, I'm sure if there was anything unpleasant, he wouldn't have stayed down there as long. Right?
Now that I've experienced it, I'm curious as hell. I flip us so Marcus is the one against the wall and start kissing down his body. "My turn?"
"You don't have to. Not everyone likes?—”
"Do you like it?"
"Well, yeah, but?—”
"Marcus, I don't think you properly appreciate how fucking obsessed I am with you. Like, full on creeper weirdo obsessed. I left a top four team to move closer to home where my dad could harass me just so I could fucking talk to you. If you don't let me put my tongue in your ass right now, I'll annoy you until you let me do it. If you haven't noticed, I can be pretty fucking persistent."
"Yeah, I've noticed." He rolls his eyes but laughs, turning slowly and pushing his round, meaty bubble butt out so it's inches from my face.
"Goddamn, I'm obsessed with your ass," I say, cupping his cheeks, moving them around. I tap the sides so they jiggle a little, and bite into one juicy cheek when Marcus tries to protest. "Shh. I'm busy here." I do things that I'd never once considered doing to someone's butt. I rub my stubble against both cheeks, nuzzle my face between them, bury my nose into his crack. I'm weirdly very into the whole thing, and when I finally put us both out of our misery and flick my tongue over his puckered, winking hole, I let out a guttural moan that would make you think I was the one receiving Marcus' magic tongue again. "Fucking hell, that's good," I say, muffled against his ass.
"Mmm. So good.More," he instructs, pushing his ass out further.
His body shakes rhythmically, and I look up to see his arm flexing. He's jerking his cock while I'm eating his ass. I'm eating Marcus Vell's ass.
Determination trickles through me like I've been doused in cold water. Inexperienced or not, this is about to be the best fucking rim job he's ever gotten.
Ravenous to make him feel as good as he made me, I dive in like a starving man. Iamstarving. Starving for him. For his pleasure. For his need. For his love and acceptance. As if I could leech everything I want from him through his asshole, I work him over with the thoroughness of a man on a mission. My tongue flicks over his hole, massages around it, and thrusts inside him. I fuck him with my tongue until he cries out my name and paints the shower wall with another coat of thick, white cum. As he squeezes the last of his orgasm out, I pull back and watch his hole clench and release with each wave, and I nearly come undone again at the thought of what those muscles would feel like clenching around my cock.
CHAPTER 31
MARCUS
Ashton grabs my hand the moment we step out of the hired SUV with tinted windows. I look back at the heated leather seats forlornly, wishing we could just stay inside, flirting and touching while we drive along. Just another few minutes of ignorant bliss before everything blows up in our faces.
I feel it. Something big, maybe something bad, is lurking ahead.
"Stop fidgeting," Ashton whispers, and presses a kiss to my temple. He straightens the bow tie on the tux that showed up at our room shortly after we exited the shower, along with a tailor to make sure the fit was right. By the time we took a nap, sucked each other off, and took another shower, the garments were waiting for us, along with shoes and matching silky purple bow ties. A small box that I'd ordered, and spent a huge chunk of my meager savings to have delivered discreetly, conveniently arrived around the same time.
"I feel ridiculous."
"You look hot as hell. I'm worried I might not make it long enough to search the office before I need you to fuck me."
I hum in appreciation. "I'm surprised you're not more fidgety, actually."
Ashton chuckles. "Oh, I'm barely holding back, believe me. We're lucky that jock strap is tight enough, but it's only going to contain things so long if you keep looking at me like that," he growls.
