Page 51 of Silent Secrets

“I’ve never seen this piercing before.”

“It’s called a magic cross,” he tells me and I can hear the restraint in his voice as I explore not only the piercing, but his entire length with my hand. “It’ll make the sex even better.”

I lift an eyebrow because I’ve only been with one other guy who’d had a piercing, but it hadn’t been the same type. I can’t wait to see what it feels like once it’s inside of me. But first, I want to taste him.

Grasping the base of his cock, I open my mouth wide as my lips close around him. My mouth stretches almost painfully wide, but as I slide down his length, I love the sensation. I pull back when he hits the back of my throat, running my tongue along the underside of him before swirling it around his tip. I’m rewarded with his taste as he leaks pre-cum, and I can’t help but hum as I glide back down his length. His hips thrust to meet me, his cock sliding further down my throat before he pulls me off of him.

“Your mouth, kitten, is heaven. But if you want me to fuck you, we’ll need to stop that.”

I grin, loving the fact that I’d worked him up so much already. “Well then, get down here, big boy.”

“Big boy?” Marcos laughs. “Pretty sure that would be Hunter.”

I make a face. “Can we not talk about that asshole when you’re about to fuck me?”

Marcos laughs, rolling his eyes. “Good call.”

Laying back, I watch as Marcos strokes his cock from base to tip a few times before kneeling between my spread legs. My hand shoots up before he can slide inside of me. “Wait.”

“What’s up, kitten?” Marcos asks as he settles back on his heels, his cock bobbing enticingly, and for a moment, I almost forget why I stopped us. “Hadley?”

“Right.” I shake my head. “I have an IUD, so I’m not worried about getting pregnant, but I don’t know how STDs work here.”

Marcos’s eyes widen almost comically. “Fuck, what was I thinking?”

“Well, that’s easy. You were thinking with your little head, not your big head.” I grin.

Marcos snorts as he moves over to his bag. “I guess I was.” He holds up a condom in triumph before turning to me with a grin. “Also, I’m surprised that Grace didn’t tell you. You’ll want to get your IUD taken out—it won’t work here. Something to do with the magic? I don’t really understand it.”

“That’s annoying.” I make a face, eyes dropping to watch as Marcos slides the condom over his hard cock. “I love my IUD.”

“There are potions you can take that we import in from Cruthanna that will do the same thing.” Marcos kneels between my legs once more. “But much like in L’Airid, condoms are your best bet against STDs.”

“It shouldn’t be so sexy to hear you talking about preventing pregnancy and STDs,” I tell him with a grin, pulling a laugh from him as he strokes his cock again before leaning down to kiss me.

Breaking the kiss, he slides his cock through my juices a few times; the head brushing over my clit a few times before he lines himself up and slides inside. Grabbing onto my hips, he thrusts into me and even with as wet as I am, it’s a tight fit and he can’t push inside of me all at once.

With each thrust of his hips, he slides further inside of me and my eyes roll back as he bottoms out. He wasn’t kidding about the piercing making it feel better. I can feel them rubbing inside of me every time he moves.

He lifts one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder, spreading me even more as he rolls his hips. He fucks me slow and deep, grinding against my clit with each pass. His eyes stay locked on mine as he moves inside of me and it’s almost too much—his attention on top of the sensations he’s causing my body. But I won’t be the first to look away, even if it’s way too fucking intimate for my tastes.

I’m stretched wide, the piercings rubbing deep inside of me and I can feel myself building up to an even better orgasm. It’s warm and heavy, building deep inside of me. Marcos seems to sense that I’m close as his hips begin to snap against me, his pace picking up.

My nails dig into his back as I scream out his name, spiraling out of control and loving every moment. He bucks against me as my pussy pulses, squeezing his cock over and over. His grunts and groans join my screams, but still I can hear the sound of skin on skin as we move together.

His lips crash into mine as one of his hands snakes up to my breast, palming me. The brush of his palm as his hand moves is just the right amount of pressure against my nipple and I can feel another orgasm building before the first has even finished.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” I pant.

“Fucking you, obviously.”

I open my mouth with what I’m sure would have been a witty retort, but when he lifts my hips and fucks me even deeper, all I can do is scream out his name over and over. I know that I’m being loud as hell, but it feels so fucking good. My hips lift to meet his and it’s only minutes later that I’m coming again.

His movement changes then, his thrusts becoming harder and shorter as he focuses on his own release. Then his mouth is falling open as he buries himself deep, hips rolling against me as I feel him coming inside of me. Warmth fills me and another, smaller orgasm rushes through me.

Marcos collapses on top of me, head buried in my neck as we both try to catch our breath. Too soon he slides his cock from me and I barely hold in the whimper that threatens to escape at the loss. He takes a moment to remove the condom, tying it off, and tossing it in his bag—which, ewwww, gross—before he rolls onto his back, pulling me to lie on his chest.

Neither of us speaks as he strokes a hand up and down my back. He has a few tattoos on his chest, and I can’t help but trace them. But the one over his heart is the one that I keep coming back to as I try to figure out what it is. I sit up to get a better look at it and realize that it looks familiar.

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