Page 77 of Off the Rim
"Goddamn I forgot how good this feels," Marcus groans.
My thrusts falter. It's not that I didn't know Marcus has a lot more experience than I do, and it's not that I have a problem with that, exactly. But I have the possessive urge to fuck the memory of every other guy out of his head, so that I'm the only one that remains. Fuck being inexperienced, Marcus is mine, and I plan to show him every single day until there's not a shred of anyone else left.
Pulling him to my chest again, I band my arms around his waist and hold him still. "You're fucking mine," I growl, leveraging my hips off the mattress and thrusting hard and fast. My cock pistons in and out of his hole, his ass smacking against my pelvis with every hit. "No one else gets to have you ever again."
I'm not sure if Marcus even hears me. His eyes are screwed up, mouth dropped open, a steady "aaahhhhhhhhh" leaving his chest as I drill into him. His body tightens, ass clenching down on my cock hard enough that it's hard to keep up my frantic pace. But I'm not ready to come yet, and I'm not ready to let him come.
This time,he'sgoing to beg for it.
In one fluid movement, I thrust my hips up, tighten my hold around him, and roll us so he's beneath me. Pulling up to my knees, I hold Marcus by the thighs, pushing his knees against his chest. I pull out, holding my cock just outside the rim of his gaping hole. It winks at me as the muscle relaxes without my cock inside him to stretch it out.
"Ash—”
I'd wanted to wait until he was begging to put it back in, but I'm too desperate to see what it looks like. So I press back in slowly, watching his ass swallow me greedily as Marcus sighs in relief, like not having me inside him was uncomfortable.
I'm still going to make him beg.
While I watch my cock move in and out of his hole, I plan my next attack. Maybe someday I'll feel experienced enough to drive him fucking wild without overthinking it—like he said, that's his MO, not mine. But I don't want to focus on only my pleasure, especially if I'm going to fuck out the memory of any guy before me. So, I calculate a little. It's probably safe to assume his prostate is going to be in roughly the same spot as mine, and I've learned what angle taps it just right. When Marcus had me on my back on my father's desk, he was hitting it so good I thought if he was a fraction of a centimeter taller, he'd hit in that spot that's a cross between pleasure and pain, where I'm not sure if I'm going to come or pee. I fucking love that sensation, and I want Marcus to feel that same excruciating pain. My cock isn't as big as his, and he has a rounder ass than I do, so I know I need to get creative with positioning to get to that spot.
Bringing one foot up to prop it on the bed next to his hip, I push Marcus' knees harder into his chest and lean my body so I'm directly above him. One long, firm thrust forces a sound out of Marcus that I've never heard him make before. It's a sound I know well, because I've made it. It's involuntary. It's the prostate rammer cry.
I start with long, steady movements, rolling my hips into him with each thrust. The whole time, I watch Marcus carefully, gauging his body language. His cock is steadily twitching and leaking. His hands are white knuckling the bedspread. His facial expressions alternate between open-mouthed stupor and eyes shut, hissing through a clenched jaw. The more I pick up speed, the more those unintelligible sounds are forced from him. Before long, I'm jackhammering into him, and he's screaming my name. It’s the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, begging me to fuck him.
"Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.Oh, God. Ash.Fuck!"
"Has it ever felt like this before?" I growl out, sweat dripping down my body.
"N-no."
"Has anyone ever filled this tight ass with cum before? Marked you from the inside like I'm going to do?"
We didn't actually discuss if that's what he wants, but from the way his body jerks, I don't think he minds. I think he likes it.
"Only you," Marcus pants. "You're the only one. Please, please give it to me."
"You want to come with my load filling your ass, baby?"
"God, yes. Ash, I'm so close. Please," he begs.
Fucking finally.
He can't reach his cock in the position I have him folded into. It's bouncing around, smacking against me as I drill him into the mattress. Do I let him have it? Do I let him reposition so he can touch himself, or do it myself? Or do I get what I really want?
I lick my lips, pounding into him mercilessly. Marcus cries out, not fighting against the way I'm using his body, but on the edge of his control because he needs just that last bit of stimulation to push him over the edge. He'll get it when I'm done with him. I muffle a roar behind clenched teeth as my orgasm tears through me violently, my thrusts hard and frantic to push my cum as deep inside him as humanly possible. Marcus lets out a choked gasp, and I know he's about to shoot.
Exercising every ounce of self-control I have, I pull my still pulsing cock from his ass and let go of his legs. The surprise position change interrupts his near-climax, but not for long. I scramble over his body and sink down onto his wet, dripping cock before he knows what's happening. I don't give myself time to adjust. I'm still prepped from a few hours ago. It feels tighter because of the swelling, and I'm definitely sore, but the pain is delicious, and I chase it, riding his cock hard and fast until he's busting inside me. My cock thrashes wildly with my movements, the pressure on my abused prostate forcing a last few spurts of cum to splatter on Marcus' chest.
Marcus' fingers dig into my flesh, guiding my ass up and down his shaft, head thrown back in ecstasy as he shouts and fills me for the second time today.
When we finally collapse, sweaty and breathing heavily, a sated heaviness settles in my bones. My limbs are jelly, my brain complete blissed-out mush.
I start to drift off in the comforting embrace of Marcus and this perfect moment we created.
"You know what I just realized?"
"What's that?" I ask sleepily.
"We left the butt plug in your dad's office."
