Page 43 of The Poster Boy
“Let me take over.”
I loved the way he felt on my cock. The tight heat, the way it gripped me as he rode it, but I wanted to flip him over and fuck him until he forgot his name.
When he didn’t respond at first, I said it again. Quieter this time, and as a question instead of a command. “Let me take over?”
Marek sighed against me. Going boneless, he melted into me, giving me his body. His trust.
Untangling my hands from his was an unfortunate necessity, but I needed my hands. Smoothing them downhis back, I spread his cheeks apart and gently traced the rim of his ass where my cock was currently buried.
“Your hole is so tight.”
Marek let out a scoff, it might have been a laugh. “I almost never bottom.”
Pride rumbled inside my chest, coming out as a low grumble, a sound of approval. I liked the idea that he let me in places he didn’t let many people. A possessive part of me wanted him to never bottom for anyone else ever again. I ignored the implications of that particular fantasy and focused on the sound he made when I brought my knees up and planted my feet on the mattress. Spreading him apart with my hands, I held him down as I thrust up into him.
Marek made a sound like I’d punched all the air out of him. It dragged out into a full-bodied moan as I continued. “Oh, fuuuuck. Oh, God, Jay.”
Hearing my name on his lips shouldn’t have mattered. It should’ve been inconsequential, but instead it felt monumental. It was one of those moments that I’d remember forever. The smell of his skin. The heat of his body wrapped around mine. And the airy way he’d said my name.
His whimpers grew increasingly frantic as I held him still and fucked his ass. I kept up an unrelenting pace. A steady rhythm. Then Marek broke and pulled away all at once. It happened so fast that at first I thought I’d done something wrong. Then he was scrambling for the lube and working his way between my legs, rolling my hips up to give him access to my hole.
“Hell, yes.” I grabbed my cock and gave it a stroke or two while Marek spread lube around my hole, working some in with a finger. “Need you.”
Maybe I shouldn’t be telling him shit likethat, but my brain didn’t have enough blood left in it to make rational decisions. Maybe I shouldn’t be here, in Marek’s bed, feeling a whole lot like it was the only place I wanted to be. But it was too late to turn back the clock. Too late to go back to pretending that I hated him. That I didn’t admire him for how he handled whatever life tossed at him with grace and dignity. That he’d taken a potentially life-ruining event and turned it into something he could live with.
Marek’s cock pressed against my entrance. I looked down, seeing where his hands rested on the insides of my thighs as he spread me open. He bent my legs as he slid inside, pushing all the air out of me. My head spun and a moan tore out of me. For the first time, we were face to face and could make as much noise as we wanted. I didn’t have to wonder how I ended up here. When he looked in my eyes, I knew it to be the inevitability it was.
Somehow, we were always going to end up here.
Sliding my hands into his hair, I pulled him down and slanted our mouths together. Marek surrounded me, thrust into me, burying himself deep. Kissing him transformed me. Melted my frozen hockey puck heart. He kissed me like I was the answer to a problem he never knew he had.
Marek pulled back and flashed me a smirk, but it didn’t match the soft look in his eyes, like he knew he was just as fucked as I was but wanted to pretend that things hadn’t just changed between us.
With his hands behind my knees, Marek folded me in half and drove into me, fucking me like he hated me. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, relishing the way Marek fucked me hard and deep. Releasing one of my legs, Marek put the other one over his shoulder.
“Fucking hell, Jay, you’re so tight.”
I looked up at him and held his gaze as I squeezed mychannel, gripping his cock even tighter. The moan that tore off of him sounded broken. His body trembled and stuttered, and then he fucked me harder. Drove into me again and again until beads of sweat ran down his forehead. Until he was shiny with it.
He wrapped a hand around my cock, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was coming.
With a startled gasp, Marek pulled out. “Condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m negative.” I reached for him, quietly tugging him back toward me. “You?”
“Yeah, me too, but… shit. I should’ve asked.”
“It’s okay, Marek.” I pulled him down into a kiss to calm him. He looked unsettled, almost panicked. I flicked my tongue along the seam of his lips until he softened and let me in again. I kissed his lips. The corner of his mouth. His lips again. Slid my tongue inside his mouth. Took my time ramping him back up.
“You sure?” Marek asked, pulling back to study my face for the truth of my answer.
“I want it,” I told him. It was the truth, if not the whole truth. I needed it. I wanted him in me. Wanted to feel him leak out of me. I wanted to have him in every way possible. “Please.”
He slid into me, stealing my breath. Slanting our mouths together, he reached down and hitched an arm behind one of my knees and lifted my leg up toward my chest again, changing the angle of his entry.
God, nothing had ever felt this good. Marek had captivated me. Stolen my attention from the start. Even before I knew him, I’d been obsessed. And now I knew the truth of it. I’d been obsessed because I liked him. Admired him. Maybe was a little jealous of him. But none of those thingscompared to the incredible feeling of having him. Of taking his bare cock.
Reaching between us, I grabbed my dick and stroked it. Marek’s pace had increased to something just shy of feverish.
