Page 68 of Surface Scratch
Caleb gasped as Marcus added a third finger, unable to stop his entire body from tensing up. Marcus moved his fingers in and out of him slowly. Gently. Marcus stroked his hair, his panting louder and sounding more ragged than it had before. Caleb arched his back, a loud moan, louder than he had ever let himself be, feeling like it was being squeezed out of him. A shock of euphoria raced through him, making his skin tingle and even his hair follicles buzz.
What the hell was that?
“Fuck,” Marcus murmured, shoving his face into the comforter beside Caleb’s face. “I might need a minute.”
“H-have I done something wrong?” Caleb asked, squirming as Marcus’s fingers continued to fuck in and out of him.
“Of course not, my love,” Marcus said, voice muffled against the comforter. His free hand ran blindly over Caleb’s throat, his fingers twitching as though they were trying to clamp down of their own volition. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this and the beast wants out.”
Caleb felt his breath catch in his throat as Marcus’s fingers closed around his Adam’s apple, the pressure of them burning into his flesh. His stomach twisted and his muscles squirmed, fighting his instinctive urge to get away. He didn’t want to get away. He wanted Marcus to take every bit of him. Marcus’s fingers dragged over his prostate, shooting another jolt of pleasure through him. Caleb’s body responded immediately, flooding with warmth and pleasure and latching onto the sensation.
Marcus had been a bit rough with him when they first fooled around, but it hadn’t been a bad experience for him.
“Marcus,” Caleb said, his voice a whisper. “It’s okay.”
“What?” Marcus asked, lifting his face from the comforter. His face had reddened and was beaded with sweat, his jaw tight. “You don’t want that. I could break you.”
For the first time, he realized what it would be like to be fully consumed by someone else’s power and passion. He wanted to be taken over by it, to be subsumed in it until all that remained was him and Marcus together in a single entity of pure pleasure. Caleb wanted him. All of him. Even the beast that he only truly glimpsed a few times.
“Do it,” Caleb whispered. “Break me. Just put me back together when you’re done.”
Marcus shuddered, every muscle in his body clenching as his pupils dilated, his irises nearly disappearing in the depths of his inky black eyes. He lowered his face to Caleb’s, grazing their lips together. “You might regret this,” he whispered.
Caleb gasped as Marcus’s fingers slipped from his body. His head spun as the powerful grip on his throat disappeared and Marcus trailed his lips over every inch of his torso. His heart raced as he thought of Marcus’s mouth on him again, wanting desperately for it to happen, but knowing that it might be too much for him to handle if it did. Caleb propped himself up on his elbows and watched, enthralled, as Marcus’s mouth bypassed his leaking cock, moving lower with agonizing slowness.
His body quivered in anticipation as Marcus laved and teased the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. His fists tightened around the sheets as Marcus’s grip tightened on his thigh. Marcus glanced up at Caleb, a chill going down Caleb’s spine at the wicked smirk playing on his lips.
Marcus dug his fangs into Caleb’s inner thigh and he felt the muscles in his left leg grow taut and tense with fiery pain. It froze him for a millisecond, then he lurched forward, the pain scorching its way into his pelvis just as Marcus’s hand began stroking him again. The pain in his thigh had become more intense, but Marcus was relentless as he continued to lick and suck at the wound. Weird waves of pleasure and pain coursed through him. He wanted to scream for it to stop, but instead he found himself calling out Marcus’s name.
Blood dripped from Marcus’s lip as he pulled away and pushed Caleb back against the mattress, eyes heavy with lust as he looked down at him, panting.
“Every part of you is so sweet,” he growled in a breathy voice. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.” His mouth moved across Caleb’s neck hungrily, trailing a line of fiery kisses before biting down on his collarbone.
Caleb slowly glanced down at his chest, at the bright red blood dripping onto his skin. He looked back up at Marcus, his gaze so intense it made Caleb’s head spin.I must be out of my mind.
“M-Marcus, please…” he croaked, trying to peel himself off the mattress to reach for him.
He pushed Caleb back, holding his palm in the center of his chest and smearing the trail of blood across his skin.
“So fucking beautiful,” Marcus mumbled, his eyes greedily taking him in. He grabbed Caleb’s legs and pulled him closer. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Caleb complied without hesitation and spread his legs wider. He gasped as Marcus’s hardness pressed against him. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. Marcus reached over to the drawer on his nightstand, breaking the plastic top off of a small bottle of lube to open it.
This is actually happening.Caleb squeezed his eyes shut as Marcus began to stroke himself with a palm full of lube, suddenly feeling embarrassed, like he wasn’t supposed to watch.Your first time is happening with a two-hundred-year-old vampire and you’re both covered in blood.
He didn’t even have a chance to decide how he felt about that before he felt Marcus slowly push into him. Caleb gasped at the stinging ache, his hands clawing the bedsheets as Marcus pressed deeper.
“Fuck,” Caleb gasped.
Marcus’s cool forehead pressed against his. “Breathe,” he whispered.
Caleb took a deep breath and let it out slowly, staring up at Marcus’s blood-smeared face as it twitched, his plush lips trembling. He wondered for a moment if Marcus was saying it to Caleb or to himself. Both of their bodies shook.
“I’m okay,” Caleb told him, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to tell Marcus he hadn’t hurt him. Well, not a lot, anyway. “Keep going.” Caleb wrapped his arms around Marcus’s back.
Marcus nodded. He pulled his hips back and Caleb dug his nails into Marcus’s back, still unsure how uncomfortable he could expect to feel. He saw stars for a moment as Marcus sank back into him, that same terribly pleasant jolt shooting through him as Marcus rubbed against his prostate. It felt even better than Marcus’s fingers.
“God dammit, you feel fucking incredible,” Marcus grunted into his ear as he found a slow and steady rhythm.
