Page 55 of Marcus in Retrograde
He arched his back as my finger breached him. I was slow and careful—if it really had been that long, I didn’t want to hurt him at all. And I knew there was a burn.
I felt the instant he relaxed and started to slide my finger in and out. I pulled all the way out, slicked two fingers this time, and slipped back in. He was tight—but what was I expecting? He admitted a long time and with all of the reading I’d done over the past few days about demiromance and demisexuality, it should not have surprised me at all.
It did delight me though.
“Oh, shit,” Chase managed. “That’s amazing,ohhh!”
Theohjumped out of him as I found the magic button inside of him—his prostate. His flagging erection suddenly stopped flagging and started pointing again. Up at me, and as I teased him, further until it reached a tipping point and laid itself against his skin, angry, purpling, and ready for a tug or two. I twisted and opened my fingers, eventually adding more lube and a third finger for just a few thrusts before I pulled them away completely.
“Dick, dick, get your dick in me,” Chase panted.
I liked this slightly out of control, finally horny man demanding I slide myself inside him.
I rolled the condom on quickly and slicked myself up with some more lube. I didn’t know how long I was going to last—I’d been ignoring my own hard-on in favor of prepping him, and I enjoyed that part a lot. So did my cock, and I was very hard and ready for this.
Before I could do anything, he grabbed my sheathed erection and pressed me against his hole. “Come on, please. Please.”
“Bossy!” I swatted his ass and he cried out.
“I’m begging—shit!”
The tip of my shaft popped through the ring of his ass, and there was an immense sense of satisfaction between the two of us. I pushed, slowly, feeling every inch of myself nestling deeper inside, and finally, I bottomed out and my own eyes rolled back in my head.
“Damn, Chase, you feel so good.”
“Don’t move yet, don’t move. If you move, I’ll come.”
“Again.”
He let go of his legs but hooked them around my back. His palms skimmed over my arms, my shoulders, down my flanks, and back up over my chest. Catching my mouth with his, he kissed me hard, possessing me this time.
“Can you move?”
I nodded against his lips.
“Good.” He smiled. “Fuck me.”
I really hadn’t meant to give Chase all the ammunition to forge this connection. I was hoping he’d be a friend. A hot, sexy friend, but I had been fine stopping there.
Now, though, dick deep in him, there was so much more I wanted from him. He was sweet, funny, helpful, kind, and hot. His cute pajamas, his amazing outfits, his smooth golden skin, his dark hair and blue eyes. And now, his handsome features, blissed out on sex and lust and I was falling hard for this guy.
Shuttling in and out, keeping a slow pace at first, I realized that I was finally in a place—and a man—I wanted more time with. I wanted to explore what we could be. I needed to explore this. After all the shit I had been through, after all I had done, and how I had kept myself away from people…here was Chase.
“Hard, baby,” he gasped. “Hard.”
Not a problem. I didn’t move faster, but I bottomed out every time, pressing over his prostate. He was grunting and his nails were digging into my shoulders.
“God, yes, Chase, mark me,” I managed. I wanted those bruises on my shoulder, those crescent marks from his nails.
One hand disappeared to wrap around his own cock, and he slicked his hand up and down his length.
“Good boy,” I managed. “Make yourself come. Take your pleasure. I want to see your cum on your chest.”
He sucked in a breath, and nodded. “Yes.”
I shifted my hips and nailed his spot every time I drove in, and he started having trouble catching his breath. “I’m not coming until you do,” I managed to instruct. His passage was so tight around my cock—it made my brain short circuit. He pulsed hard around me, a sign he was ready to come, and my eyes almost went crossed. I needed him to come soon or I wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
“Marcus!”
