Page 69 of Surface Scratch
Caleb shook, his hips bucking to meet Marcus’s thrusts, sounds coming out of him that in any other circumstances would have made him faint from embarrassment. He clung to Marcus as his paced quickened and the pleasure took him over. He felt each thrust shoot through him, each one somehow deeper than the one before it.
Marcus’s mouth found his, stifling his panting with blood-soaked lips. He could taste his own blood on Marcus’s skin. Pressure built in him, his abdomen clenching as a familiar pleasure boiled up the length of his weeping cock. He wanted Marcus to fill every last bit of him and make him into something new.
“Fuck, Marcus I-I’m—” Caleb words were cut off by another inescapable moan. He tossed his head back against the bed as he was pushed closer to his end. Marcus grinned into the kiss, his hand finding its way around Caleb’s throat again.
Marcus grabbed one of his legs with his free hand, lifting the trembling limb and hooking it over his shoulder. Caleb cried out, the new position pushing Marcus even deeper into him, each fierce thrust hitting that sensitive spot inside him. It was like being torn apart in the best way possible.
“So fucking tight,” Marcus growled through clenched teeth, his face beaded with sweat, skin red from exertion as he slammed himself harder into Caleb, fangs biting through his own lip and sending droplets of blood down his chin.
Caleb had never felt the kind of mind-numbing pleasure he was experiencing as Marcus hit his prostate over and over again. It was consuming him as quickly as Marcus was and he was sure he would die when he came. The way Marcus moved inside of him felt like heavenly torture, pushing him closer and closer to the edge without mercy. Caleb could barely contain himself, the pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. His breath came out in shallow gasps between ragged, whimpering moans.
Marcus grabbed Caleb’s other leg and slung it over his shoulder, his hand on Caleb’s throat keeping him pressed into the mattress. Caleb was quickly losing all sense of time and place as Marcus’s cock thrust into him harder and faster, practically folding him in half as his movements became more erratic and his grunts turned into ragged growls against his neck. Caleb felt wave after wave of pleasure crash into him, a shuddering rapture threatening to drown him. He clawed at Marcus’s side, his forehead pressed to Marcus’s muscular, sweat-slick shoulder.
“Fuck—Marcus—I’m going come,” he practically sobbed.
“Do it, come for me.” Marcus’s whole body shook, his own face tucked into the crook of Caleb’s neck as he pounded into him. Caleb felt himself rising higher and higher, the pleasure reaching a feverish intensity until—finally—it hit him, rippling through his body with a force that made his body arch off the bed. His cries of pleasure echoed off the walls. He bit down on Marcus’s shoulder as everything flashed white behind his eyelids, his body jerking uncontrollably as he came between their bodies in a blind rush.
Marcus snarled and bit into the crook of his neck, moaning against the wound as his hips jerked wildly. Caleb could feel Marcus’s cock pulsing inside of him, each little movement threatening to send another series of convulsions up his spine.
Caleb stared up at the ceiling in a daze as Marcus fell over him, panting and stroking his hair, every inch of his skin buzzing as though the air around them had been electrified. They lay there, wrapped up together, for what seemed like an eternity, boneless from the intensity of their orgasms, before Marcus shifted his weight to roll onto the bed beside him.
As Marcus pulled him close, Caleb couldn’t help but feel a hint of sadness that the moment was over, but just as soon as it had begun to well up, he felt a warmth blossom in his chest as Marcus held him closer.
“Are you okay?” Marcus asked gently, tilting Caleb’s chin up to look at him. “Was that too much? I lost control there for a bit.”
Even with his face stained with blood, he was beautiful to look at. Caleb felt his throat tighten, and before he knew what was happening or why, tears were streaming down his face.
Marcus looked mortified. “I’m sorry, Caleb, I’m so sorry. I knew it was going to be too much.” His voice trembled as his arms tightened around Caleb protectively.
Caleb shook his head against Marcus’s chest as he tried to force himself to stop crying. “It’s not that,” he said, his voice thick. “I-I just… Y-you make me feel too good. Too h-happy.”
“Oh, Caleb, no, no, no, don’t shed tears over that,” Marcus said softly, planting a kiss on the top of his head. “You deserve happiness more than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“But you’re in danger because of me,” Caleb squeaked as he felt some semblance of control coming back to him. The rims of his eyes burned, but at least the tears had stopped almost as quickly as they started.
Marcus shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about me,” he insisted. “Stay here with me for a few more days. We’ll figure out what to do. Together.”
Caleb nodded, allowing himself to relax in Marcus’s embrace. He was probably right. He had been alive for two centuries, surely he knew how to handle himself. There had been so few times in his life when he’d been able to talk himself out of an anxiety spiral, and maybe it was the fact that he was still floating on a sea of endorphins and oxytocin, but for once he believed it.
Marcus would figure out what to do and they would figure out a way to make everything okay again.
Yeah. He could live with that. With all of this. Even the messy sex.
Marcus spoke, his voice soft and gentle. “I love you, Caleb.”
Caleb’s heart fluttered as he continued to melt against Marcus. “I love you too.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Caleb couldn’t stop grinning to himself like an idiot the entire walk back to his apartment. He probably looked absolutely mad, and a part of him still wondered if he was. It was one thing to lose your virginity. It was something entirely different to lose your virginity in a semi-violent, blood-soaked fuckfest and wake up the next day and scrub dried blood out of every nook and cranny like that was what everyone did. There was nothing normal about that.
He couldn’t wait to do it again.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he paused in front of his door, fishing both his keys and his phone out.
Marcus: Did you really just sneak out like a college kid after a hookup?
Caleb chuckled as he typed his reply.
