Page 50 of Off the Rim
"I'm yours to do with as you please," I murmur softly. I'm not afraid to submit and show him that he owns me. Bending forward, I place soft kisses on the tops of his feet, on his ankles, the insides of his calves around to his shins. I place open-mouthed kisses above each knee, trailing up to the sensitive skin between his thighs, until his heavy cock is all but laying across my forehead, demanding attention. I look up at Marcus from beneath his cock, locking eyes with him as I run the flat of my tongue up the underside of his shaft. "Take your hate out on me. Use me. Hurt me. I deserve it."
He's not rough on me like he was the first time, giving me an opportunity to really taste him, to feel him against my tongue and throat. Whenever I take him deep, his eyes widen in surprise, and I fucking love that I can impress him with a talent I didn’t even know I possessed. I alternate between licking and kissing up and down his shaft, then hollowing out my cheeks and bobbing up and down his length. It's when I take him all the way into my throat, where he can feel the contractions of me swallowing around him, that he gasps and moans.
"I'm going to come," he warns, gently tapping the back of my head. I nod and take him deeper, forcing the head of his cock to hit the back of my throat. His hand weaves into my hair, tangling into the top knot I threw my hair into after my shower this morning. I moan when his grip tightens and he takes control, fucking into my mouth in long, slow strokes. My fingers dig into the flesh of his round ass, encouraging him to let loose and let me do this for him. If it's the only thing I can do to relieve any of his tension, if this is all I'm ever good for, at least I can give him this.
"God, Ash, this mouth—unghh—” He unloads down my throat, pumping spurts of hot cum into my belly. "Fuuuck," he moans as I keep my mouth on him, sucking until there isn't a drop left and he's too sensitive to tolerate it. To my surprise, he pulls me up by the hair to kiss him, licking into my mouth. Can he taste himself on my tongue? Fuck, that's hot. I wish I hadn't swallowed it all so we could pass it back and forth.
Marcus hurriedly unbuckles my belt and jeans, pushing the fabric down my legs. Without pulling my mouth from his, I step out of them and pull my shirt over my head. My clothes land on the wet floor with a heavy plop, and Marcus guides me to the small bench seat where towels and toiletries are set. Pushing my back against the corner, he guides me to place my foot up on the bench, forcing my legs wide open for him. He bends his head and sucks one nipple into his mouth, then dips lower, licking up the crease between my leg and groin.
"Yours to do with as I please, huh?" His hand runs up my thigh to squeeze my ass before his blunt fingertips caress up and down my crack. "And if I want to play with this?" He asks, one finger rubbing small circles around my hole.
I whimper and nod. "It's yours."
Marcus practically growls, placing a knee on the bench and lowering his head to take my cock in his mouth.
My surprised curse echoes off the walls, but if anyone's left in here, they don't say anything. Or at least I don't hear anyone. My heart is beating so loudly, blood rushing from my brain to my cock. I rut up into Marcus' mouth. An unintelligible string ofohfuckohfuckohfuckfalls from my mouth as I witness the miracle that is Marcus Vell sucking my cock. I startle when his finger touches my hole again, now slick with something—soap or conditioner. I don't know. I don't care. All I know is that one second, he's rubbing and probing, and the next a thick digit slips inside me. He moves it around inside me, and I moan.
"That's right," he whispers, pushing into me deeper. "Your ass is so greedy for me. Think you can take another?"
I'm honestly not sure, but I'll agree to anything he wants to do to me right now. A whine escapes me as a second thick finger pushes inside, and Marcus returns his mouth to my cock. He swirls his tongue around the head and sucks hard, drawing a strangled noise from what feels like the depths of my soul as he sinks both fingers all the way inside me and crooks them. He keeps sucking and fucking his fingers into me until my ass relaxes into the sensation, and I cry out every time he rubs over that electric button inside me.
Marcus lets my cock fall from his mouth and looks up at me, watching me squirm and pant. "You fucking love it." I'm not sure why he's surprised. It’s not like I haven't been a total slut for anything he's done to me so far. "Can you come like this?" He asks, his voice husky as he increases the pressure, thrusting his fingers deep inside me.
"Nnyynnnngh—I don't know."
"I think you can." He steps in closer, his revived cock bouncing with the rhythmic flexing of his arm working those delicious fingers against my prostate.
I'm so fucking close. If he so much as brushed an arm hair over my cock I would erupt.
"Marc—” I suck in a shaky gasp, ready to beg for him to please let me come.
"That's it, Princess, you can do it. Give it to me."
Fucking hell, he called me Princess. Why do I like that so much?
His words and the way he growled them, combined with the expert level precision he's hitting my prostate with, have me shooting like a geyser. Cum shoots into the air, splattering across Marcus' chest and biceps. He pulls me in close, milking me for every last drop while my hips rut into the air like an excited dog.
Holy fuck. I've never come so hard in my life.
Not able to help myself, I wrap my arms around Marcus and pull him against me, kissing him deeply, smearing my mess between us. My cock is still twitching, and I feel like I could cum forever. His cock is hard again, so I drop a hand between us and wrap my hand around us both. Marcus closes his eyes and curses quietly as he thrusts into my hand, fingers still inside me at what must be an awkward angle for him, but I'll riot if he pulls them out. I'm trembling and oversensitive, my moans echoing into the space because I have no control.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
Marcus' eyes fly open.
"I mean, I haven't… before… like that," I stammer. What an articulate way to show your vulnerability, fuckface.
He cuts me off with a kiss. "Not this time," he pants against my mouth. "We have a game tomorrow. But you better damn believe I'm taking this ass soon, Princess. I'm going to stretch you so fucking wide you won't be able to walk right for days." He pushes his fingers in deep one more time before pulling them out of me. Stepping back, he wipes a hand through the mess, coating one bicep before wrapping his hand around his big cock, using my cum as lube to pump himself hard and fast.
Fuuuck.
I fall to my ass on the bench, watching him with hunger and awe. Reaching out, I swipe a finger through the mess and bring it to his lips. My eyes roll back when he sucks it into his mouth, moaning like it's the best thing he ever tasted. I swipe up another finger full, but this time I reach between his legs. He moves in closer, lifting one leg to settle on the bench next to me. My eyes flick up to his, wanting to be sure I'm understanding. He licks his lips and nods.
Gingerly, I rub my wet finger up and down his crack, finding his hole and massaging it. I play with it, rubbing and teasing the very tip of my finger inside. Marcus rocks his hips, trying to get more. My initial intrusion is tentative and slow, unsure how or where to touch him to make him feel like I did a minute ago. I marvel at the tightness of his ass swallowing the tip of my finger, then up to the first knuckle.
Marcus isn't here to play games, though. He lets go of his cock to reach for my wrist, pushing my finger all the way inside him and rocking back on it. He uses my finger to fuck himself for a moment, while I stare open-mouthed at the salacious display.For someone so reserved in public, my broody tough guy is a goddamn sex god. Once he's satisfied that I understand the assignment, Marcus reaches for his cock again.
One hand working a second finger into his ass, the other digging fingers into his hip, I turn my head to the side and drop it to lick the base of his shaft while he's stroking himself.
