Page 56 of Marcus in Retrograde
A shout, and twist of his features, and his seed shot from the tip of his cock, up onto his chest. His passage tightened on me and there was no holding back—I immediately filled the condom between us with my own release in just a few hard thrusts into him.
“Damn.”
CHASE
ICOULDN’T SEE.THE ORGASM RENDEREDme blind and deaf.
Well, maybe not deaf. There was a ringing in my ears and I could hear a soft chuckle above me.
Marcus slipped out of me and I felt his movements telegraphed through the mattress as he disposed of the condom and put the lube back on the nightstand.
Panting hard, I tried to find my center again, but before I could, I felt a pair of lips and a tongue licking and sucking their way up from my once-again-exhausted cock, over my navel, up my abs.
Cracking one eye open, I found the man who had made me so boneless, again, cleaning my cum off my body.
“Jesus, Marc… That’s so fucking sexy. But, please stop because I just don’t think that my balls can handle another orgasm right now.”
“Just cleaning up after you.” I felt his smile on my skin.
“Get up here and kiss me.” I tugged on his arms and pulled him up.
Normally, I didn’t go for the whole ‘taste your own spunk’ kink, but on Marcus’ lips and tongue, it was different. Probably because it was him and there was a whole lot I liked about him.
He pulled me against his side and let out a satisfied sigh as he made himself comfortable. “You’re going to be sore in the morning, Chase.”
“Fuck, I hope so,” I answered. “Because I seriously don’t want to forget that fucking.”
“You like pineapple.” His voice was sleepy.
“I do,” I answered.
“You taste like it.” He laughed. Sitting up, he looked around like he had never seen this room before. “We should shower.” He slipped off the bed and wandered buck naked into the bathroom.
Man, that ass.
“Shower in the morning,” I called to him.
He reappeared with a washcloth and walked back to my side of his bed. “Agreed. But, gotta clean off the sex residue. Sexidue.”
“Cum cakes,” I mumbled.
“Spunktacular.”
I was laughing as he carefully wiped between my legs, brushing over my wonderfully sore hole. “I honestly have never had this much fun during sex.”
I really hadn’t. Not ever, not with my first boyfriend, the naughty professor, or the last long-term disaster I was in. No one made me laugh while we were in the act.
“Sex is a ridiculous action,” Marcus said, and swiped the last of my release off my stomach. He tossed the washcloth just inside the door of the bathroom. “I mean male-male or male-female, you’re stuffing normally squishy parts into squishy holes and making your brain do weird things expressing its delight in all this temporarily hard stuff inside squishy holes.”
I couldn’t stop laughing at that. He settled himself against me, a little laugh escaping him as well.
“If you can’t have fun doing something fun, why bother?”
I rested my head in the crook of his shoulder. “Is that your life motto?”
“No, that’swhat the hell is going on right now for real?”
I chuckled again. “Pollux and the kittens are in my apartment. Should we get them?”
