Page 66 of Surface Scratch
He felt Marcus’s body slide against his own as he reached out and yanked Caleb’s hand away.
“No hiding, togaki,” he said, that same mischievous edge back in his voice. He fisted Caleb’s hair, drawing a small yelp from him that allowed him to take advantage of the opening and devour his mouth again with a greedy kiss.
At some point Marcus had removed his shirt, allowing Caleb to drink in the sight of his lean muscles that were so perfect they looked like they had been painted on. A soft whine escaped his lips as Marcus broke away from the kiss, once again moving slowly down his torso with chilly kisses that may as well have been chunks of ice pressed to his skin. The tip of his cock was wet with pre-cum, twitching from the friction of Marcus’s hard abdomen running painfully slowly down it as he bathed Caleb in little kisses that made him unsure if he needed a scalding hot shower or an ice bath.
His breath hitched as Marcus reached his pelvis and he squeezed his eyes shut as a chill shook his entire body. Plush lips grazed past his cock, skipping the area entirely to plant more kisses on his thighs and lick a streak up Caleb’s thigh until the cool wetness of Marcus’s tongue flicked dangerously close to the base of his cock. He whimpered, biting down on the inside of his cheek as though it would quell the sounds escaping from his throat.
When Marcus moved to his other thigh, a sound came out of him that was more like a whine than a whimper or a moan. He knew he was utterly helpless against what Marcus was doing to him, and a part of him loved that, but if Marcus didn’t touch him soon, the pressure building in his groin might make his entire lower half take off without him.
His eyes flew open at the cool sensation of Marcus’s breath against the head of his dick., just in time to see Marcus wrap his hand around it. Caleb jerked violently, the coolness of Marcus’s hand and the buildup ofneedinghis touch almost too much.
“F-Fuck,” Caleb choked out as Marcus took his leaking cock into his mouth. The cool touch of Marcus’s mouth combined with the suction was almost too much to bear, his mind suddenly lost in a swirl of pleasure, and a small bit of regret that he had never tried this before with anyone else now that he knew blowjobs feltthisgood.
But there was no denying Marcus telling him he loved him just a few hours prior made it even better.
He dared to open his eyes for a moment, not sure if the sight of his dick in Marcus’s mouth would push him over the edge. Black-and-amber eyes stared up into his as Marcus’s head bobbed up and down, his tongue somehow moving independently, circling the head of Caleb’s leaking cock and simultaneously laving up the underside of it with every bob of his head.
Caleb let out a low moan, unable to continue biting the inside of his mouth as he felt pressure building in the very core of his being, his balls tight and aching, tucked close to his body. He was going to come way faster than he wanted to, even with the vague threat of Marcus’s fangs grazing the sensitive skin of his cock.
Honestly, that made it more exciting.
With one hand, Marcus cupped his tight sac, gently rolling his balls in one hand as the other hand slid up Caleb’s chest. He jammed his fingers into Caleb’s mouth, a pleased groan vibrating against the shaft of Caleb’s dick as he did.
Unable to stifle his own moans, Caleb went with it, laving his tongue around and between Marcus’s long fingers that threatened to poke against the back of his throat. There was something so simple yet so dirty about the action that made Caleb’s skin catch fire, even with the cool suction Marcus seemed intent on taking to completion.
He jerked his head to the side, forcing the fingers from his mouth and smearing his own saliva across his cheek as he grabbed the back of Marcus’s head.
“Marcus, I don’t think I can—”
Marcus pulled off his cock with an obscene popping sound. Caleb’s thighs trembled as he talked himself off his orgasm cliff, not ready for the encounter to end. He gasped when, just as he began to mourn the loss of Marcus’s mouth on him, Marcus wrapped his hand around his leaking cock to stroke it slowly as he slid back up to meet Caleb’s mouth with his own.
He lost himself in the kiss.
Marcus growled into his mouth, the sound reverberating through his body, awakening every inch of his skin with tingling goosebumps. Caleb’s hands trembled as he fumbled with the front of Marcus’s dress pants, his fingers seemingly incapable of getting a grip on the button or zipper.
Marcus threaded his fingers though Caleb’s hair, smirking as he pulled away. Marcus glanced down to watch himself gently rub his thumb over Caleb’s slit, using the excessive amount of pre-cum to glide his hand up and down Caleb’s pulsing length again.
Desire pooled in Caleb’s stomach like an insatiable fire, the intensity of it searing through his veins and scorching his very core. He was one spark away from combusting, his entire being desperate for release.
“M-Marcus,” Caleb stuttered.
“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” Marcus whispered, running his tongue around the shell of Caleb’s ear before he began sucking gently at his neck
“Yes,” Caleb gasped as fangs gently pressed against his skin.
Chapter Twenty-One
Before he could say another word, Caleb found himself stumbling backward into the bedroom, barely able to catch his breath as Marcus licked and nipped at his lips, little pleased huffs and growls coming from him at every moan and whimper that Caleb released into his mouth. Marcus’s hands squeezed his ass as he lavished him with more kisses, hungry and just a bit too hard.
The last of Caleb’s sensibilities were abandoned with his clothing in the living room.
Marcus pushed him back onto the bed. Caleb propped himself up on his elbows as Marcus quickly unbuttoned his pants and kicked them off.
“Holy shit,” Caleb said breathlessly, his eyes fixed on Marcus’s rigid cock.
“Come here,” Marcus crooned, yanking on Caleb’s arm with his free hand. He stepped between Caleb’s thighs, his knees right up against the edge of the bed.
He found himself staring up at Marcus’s face looming over his, only vaguely aware that Marcus was reaching for something in his nightstand. His stomach knotted and his heart hammered in his chest, not sure where this encounter was going to go. He wanted Marcus so bad.
