Page 36 of In the Middle of No(ah)where
"Nonsense. Safewords are designed to keep you safe, both physically and mentally. If something was disturbing you at that moment, I'm glad you calledyellow," he reassures me. Reaching his hand out but pulls it back before it makes contact with my thigh.
"It's just…no one has ever really seen…you know," I tell him while looking down at my covered arm.
"The scars," he supplies.
"Yeah."
Marcus lifts my chin, so I look at him, both of us almost fully clothed still. "Do you want to leave your shirt on?" He asks tentatively.
I sit and think about it. It would be nice to feel him skin-to-skin. He will see them eventually. My stomach rolls just as I shake my head. "No. I want you to see them. I don't want to hide things from you." I tell him truthfully. "I just don't know if I'm ready…here." I tap my temple.
"I understand." He tells me softly. "Whatever makes you comfortable."
I stand up to face him, but before I do, I lean over and flick off the lamp. Only the light from the moon is seeping in through the blinds, casting us both in a light of lined shadows. I step back over to him, and Marcus pulls me to stand between his legs. I grab the cuff of my sleeve and slowly pull my arm out, and Marcus helps me slowly lift it over my head. I close my eyes before it's completely off because I don't want to look at the disappointment in his eyes.
"Noah, look at me." His Daddy tone has me opening my eyes, but when I look at him, he's looking at me, not my arm. I feel my eyes sting. "You're beautiful," he tells me before taking my arm and pulling it to his mouth. He presses a kiss on some of the scars, and it sends a shiver up my spine. He doesn't linger on any one scar too long. Instead, he moves his lips to my chest and trails his tongue down my flat abdomen while his hands trail down my back, cupping my ass.
My brain is short-circuiting. Marcus undoes the button on my pants with his teeth, and my heart pangs with jealousy of the person who taught him that. Using his teeth on the front, his hands grip the fabric of my pants on my hips, and he slides them down my legs. His eyes look up at mine, and he cocks a brow and smirks. "These are cute," he tells me when he sees my LEGO-themed underwear.
"They'll look cuter on the floor," I return his sly smile with one of my own.
Marcus softly bites my cock through my underwear and licks the wet spot before sliding them down my legs. His rough hands slide up my thighs, and his thumbs move my balls out of the way as he inhales me from underneath, running his tongue flatly across them to my shaft. "Damn, you taste good," he tells me before taking me all the way into his mouth. Hitting the back of his throat, he takes me in further and swallows around me.
"If you keep that up, you're going to make me come before I even have the chance to see you naked."
After a few more pulls, he releases me and stands, swapping positions with me. As I turn to the bed, Marcus pushes me on my stomach, and I hit the mattress with a bounce, causing us both to giggle. His hands around my thighs tug me back toward the edge of the bed. I relax and let Marcus lead, and then I feel his warm breath on my hole, and then…holy shit. I've never experienced this before. His tongue laps at the ring of muscle, and I'm sent into orbit. His stubble runs across the skin, and the sensation is like nothing I've experienced before. I feel his saliva run down the inside of my thigh, and I know if I was an animal shifter like the Omegaverse books I read, my slick would be flowing out of me right now.
"What color are you, baby?" Marcus' voice is gritty, and I know he's barely holding it together.
"Green. Totally fucking green."
"Language," he warns before his hand comes down on my ass. His palm slapping the skin on my ass echoes in the room, and I see stars. Holy mother of–another slap comes down, and my chest hits the mattress with my ass still in the air. The cool air feels colder against the burn of my skin where he made contact.
"Sorry," I whimper.
"Sorry, what?" Marcus asks. Another smack hits my ass, and I feel a drop of liquid seep from my eye.
"Sorry, Daddy. I won't cuss again." But I might if it means I can feel his hands owning me again. I wiggle my ass, hoping for another one. Instead, Marcus' hand rests on the globe of my ass as he rubs gently. A finger runs down my crack, and when it meets my asshole, he slips the digit inside me. It's tight. I don't hook up with guys often, and usually, when I do, I'm the one who tops. Always with protection. But this…I want it. Scratch that. I need it. I need Marcus to own me.
After he slides in easily, he adds another finger, and I welcome the burn. By the time he gets a third finger in, I don't even know my own name.
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I'm about to come just by feeling the heat of Noah around my fingers. The soft moans he's making are going straight to my dick. He wiggles and bears down, sending electricity through my arm. I pull out slowly and hear him whine, "No… don't stop…please, Daddy."
I slide open the drawer of the nightstand next to me, pull out a condom and the half-empty bottle of lube I use to jerk off with, and toss them on the bed. I know I'm clean as I was just tested and haven't had intercourse in a long time. Usually, I play with a few guys at the club, but never intercourse. I'm more into taking care of my partner. It feeds my daddy side.
Noah flips on the bed, and his dick hits the lower part of his stomach. His cock is perfect. Pale and a slight upward bend. The skin is soft, and his dark brown pubes have been trimmed.
"I want to see you when you fu– I mean, enter me," he corrects himself, and I smirk. I'm definitely not going tofuckhim as he was about to suggest. Not this first time, anyway. I want it to be more than that. I want to feel the connection between us.
I stand to remove my pants, but Noah stops me. "Let me," he whispers. His hands already replacing mine on the button. He licks my naval up to my pec, where his tongue lands on my right nipple. He sucks, and I let out a moan. "Oh, fuck, Puppy." He bites down gently, sending shock waves through my body. His fingers tweak my other nipple, and my hands land on his ass, squeezing the flesh and pulling him up so he's flush with me.
Noah kisses me hard to distract me while his hands make quick work of my zipper, and as he drops to his knees in front of me, he takes my pants and boxer briefs with him down to my ankles. My cock hits his chin. He rubs his cheek against it affectionately–like a cat marking their territory.
Doesn't he already know he's mine?
