Page 67 of Surface Scratch
“Do you want to taste me?” Marcus asked, his voice husky and ethereal again.
Marcus’s words caressed Caleb’s ears like a gentle whisper, sending a shiver down his spine as his body responded to the suggestion. The heat rose in Caleb’s chest and face until he felt like he was a raging inferno, his every nerve alight with anticipation. He nodded, his aching length bobbing in the air as every single muscle in his pelvis contracted at the thought of tasting Marcus.
He didn’t give himself a chance to second-guess the decision. He leaned forward and took the head of Marcus’s cock into his mouth, surprised by how heavy it felt on his tongue, the soft skin slightly salty with Marcus’s own pre-cum as Caleb took more of him into his mouth. He felt Marcus’s cool fingers running through his hair, gently tugging his head forward and back to guide him, his eyes watering as the tip tickled the back of his throat.
Holy shit, I have Marcus’s dick in my mouth.Of all the times he had succumbed to his own lonely horniness and found time to jerk off, he had never imagined sucking someone off, nor had he imagined how incredibly hot it would be.
He felt like he was going to burst.
“Your mouth feels amazing,” Marcus said through gritted teeth. He held Caleb’s head still as he climbed onto the bed on his knees and sat back on his heels, dragging Caleb forward so he was all fours. “Keep going, my love.”
Caleb’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, feeling very exposed on his hands and knees, but he let the thought go as Marcus’s nails dragged up his back—not light enough to tickle but not hard enough to really hurt either. His whole body twitched from Marcus’s touch.
His jaw ached and his gag reflex threatened to kick in as Marcus seemed to lose some of his composure, his hips thrusting forward as he continued to guide Caleb’s mouth farther down his length.
Caleb focused on each sound coming from above, taking pleasure in the noises of approval that said he was doing it right. His body quivered with desire and the familiar pressure began to build within him again. He worried he might climax just from giving a blowjob.
The thought vanished as Marcus pulled away and dragged a gasping Caleb up toward him, engulfing him in another passionate kiss.
“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” Marcus moaned against his chin before nipping at the skin around his face, ears, and neck. “Do you want my cock inside you?”
Caleb looked up at Marcus, still gasping, his eyes wide, his lips bright red and glistening.
“I-I… I-I’ve never—” he began to stutter. He dropped his head, instead nodding as he stared down at Marcus’s disturbingly perfect cock, tempted to take it back into his mouth so he could hear Marcus moan again.
If I tell him I’m a virgin, will he stop?
I don’t want him to stop.
Marcus shoved him backward. Caleb let out a small cry of surprise, his arms splayed out in a failed attempt to catch himself, and Marcus wasted no time climbing on top of him, caging him against the mattress with his body.
“I need to hear you say it,” he said as he pushed Caleb’s thighs wider apart with his own legs.
Caleb reached up, his hands trembling, to stroke Marcus’s beautiful, unworldly face. He had such incredibly sharp features, but his skin was so soft. There wasn’t enough time in the world for him to stare at Marcus and fully appreciate what a uniquely gorgeous man he was. He cleared his throat after a few attempts at opening his mouth, not a sound coming out.
“I want you to f-fuck me,” he finally forced out, his face burning with such intense embarrassment he was convinced he would see steam rising up in front of him at any moment.
He felt Marcus’s hips rock against his own and curled his fingers into Marcus’s thick gray and black hair in a futile attempt to hold his moan at bay.
Marcus’s fingers tapped against his lips. “Suck,” he instructed.
Caleb did as he was told, writhing beneath Marcus as he licked a cool trail from Caleb’s throat to his nipple, pausing for a moment to tug at it with his blunt teeth. A shock of fear gripped him. It would be so easy for Marcus to take a chunk out of him without even trying.
The fear and anxiety and pleasure and small stings of pain all set him ablaze, burning like hot coals beneath Marcus’s chilly weight.
Marcus pulled his fingers free from Caleb’s mouth and moved back up to crush their mouths together. “You have to tell me if this becomes too much.” His hand drifted lower down Caleb’s slim body, his moistened fingertips slipping between his legs. “I don’t want to break you.”
Caleb tensed as he felt one of Marcus’s cool fingers press against his hole, making him dig his fingernails into Marcus’s muscular back. This was the part he had been most apprehensive about. He wanted to say something, anything, but nothing coherent came to mind, just a series of shaky gasps and whimpers.
“Relax, my love,” Marcus said breathlessly in his ear. “I’ll try to keep my beast calm.”
Marcus kissed him again, his tongue thrusting into Caleb’s mouth as he slipped a finger inside of him. Caleb winced at the unfamiliar sensation, his teeth clamping shut on Marcus’s lip to keep himself from crying out. He forced himself to open his eyes, just in time to watch the gash he’d bitten into Marcus’s lower lip begin to heal over, leaving a single streak of blood down his chin.
“Oh fuck,” Caleb gasped as he felt Marcus’s finger begin to move in and out of him. The stinging sensation quickly gave way to a mind-numbing pleasure that swooped low in his belly and swelled in his chest. He dug his nails harder into Marcus’s back, drawing a combination of a snarl and a moan from him.
He whimpered as another finger entered him, the feeling of Marcus’s skin on his, their foreheads pressed together, and both of them panting suddenly overwhelming. He felt so full, like there wasn’t a single place on his body that hadn’t been consumed with desire. He sought Marcus’s mouth with his own, no care left at all for the sounds coming out of him. He needed more.
Anticipation ripped through him like a flash of lightning as Marcus’s lips drifted down to his neck, cool breath panting against his damp and sticky skin. He tried to convince himself for a moment it was his fear, but he knew the real reason. He wanted Marcus to bite him. To claim the entirety of him and mark his skin in a way that told the world he belonged with and to Marcus Itou Graves.
