Page 65 of The Poster Boy
“No condom,” I told him. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
His gaze glimmered at me as he tossed the condoms back toward the bag and stalked toward me. I’d propped myself up on my elbows to watch him but dropped back down as he stretched out next to me. Marek pulled my leg, draping it over him. I watched the intensity of his expression as he drizzled lube down onto the shaft of my cock.
“That’s cold,” I complained.
“I’ll warm you up.”
“Cheesy.”
“You like it.” Marek met my gaze as he wrapped his hand around my cock.
“I love it. And you.” I groaned as he started stroking me.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
I barely heard him over the rush of blood in my ears.
“I love you. You’re mine.” I reached for him, cradled his face in my hands and dragged his mouth down to mine. There were no words after that.
Marek teased me with his hand, stroking my cock as he kissed me. He worked me up into a frenzy until my cock ached and leaked. Throbbed. Pulsed, and didn’t comebecause Marek squeezed the base of my shaft and laughed softly against my lips when I let out a groan of protest.
“Not yet.” He kissed my jaw. My throat. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His hand slid lower, and I spread my legs for him. Slick fingers probed my hole. I hoped I never got used to the thrill of having him touch me there or the way my body sang when he slid a finger inside.
Marek’s mouth found mine, and he tongue-fucked my face as he fingered me open. He took his time, the asshole. Tortured me within an inch of my sanity. I was barely hanging on. Sweating, panting, leaking precum on my abs as he teased my hole open with his fingers. Stroked them over my prostate, smiling against my mouth as I cried out.
“Marek, please. I’m going to fucking die soon. You’re killing me.”
“You beg so pretty.” He kissed the corner of my mouth.
I whined when he pulled his fingers out of me. It made me feel hollowed out, like he’d taken a vital part of me with his touch.
“Shhh. You’re okay. Roll on your side for me. That’s a good boy.”
Boneless and needy, I let Marek arrange me how he wanted me. On my side with one leg tucked up against my chest. He climbed on top of me and leaned over me, bringing his mouth down to mine, stealing a kiss. His hand smoothed up the back of my leg, stopping behind my knee. He kept my leg bent and slid inside me. Slowly breaching me, he fed me his cock a fraction of an inch at a time until he was all the way inside me.
I couldn’t look away from him. Marek Myers was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on, and the way he looked at me made me want to do anything I could to keephim. Anything at all. There wasn’t a bridge I wouldn’t burn, a line I wouldn’t cross, a single thing I wouldn’t do.
I brought him down to me, grabbing his face, and I slanted our mouths together. Marek fucked me with long, deep thrusts. He went slow at first, but built the intensity as time went on. I couldn’t breathe or think or talk. I could only kiss him and let myself be kissed and lie there as he railed into me. His forehead was slick with sweat when he pressed it against mine, but I didn’t care.
“Jay—”
I knew he was close. I could feel it in the way he struggled to hold himself back. The rigid lines of his body. The tension in every joint and muscle.
“Please. I want it.”
Marek slid an arm around my neck and anchored himself to me, slamming his hips into me, sinking his cock as deep as he could. Deeper than I’d ever been fucked before. And then he was coming. He moaned my name, and God’s, and a few dozen swear words as he filled my ass with his cum, and when he was done he pulled out and pushed me onto my back.
Marek took my cock into his mouth in one quick swallow. I gripped his hair, not lasting longer than a few seconds as Marek’s talented tongue made love to the head of my cock. My shaft. He drained me dry, licked every last drop off my dick, then rolled me up like a pretzel and licked his way up the crack of my ass.
My entire body was tender and sensitive, and I whimpered, wanting him to stop, and never stop, as he sucked his cum out of my ass. My legs shook as my body short-circuited.
Marek eventually stopped, probably when my whimpers turned from pleasure to something sharper, somethingtoo bright and too good to keep tolerating. Then he crawled over my body, laid his weight on top of mine, and kissed me with the taste of us mingled on his tongue.
I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head in the curve of his shoulder until he rolled onto his side and held me in return. I didn’t know what came next, and part of me was nervous, but nothing had compared to the sick feeling I’d gotten when I thought Marek was done with me. I could live with any kind of uncertainty so long as I had him.
Chapter 31
