Page 74 of Marcus in Retrograde
I grabbed his hand and ran.
Hay was totally worth rolling in.
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MARCUS
I PICKEDANOTHERpiece of hay out of my hair and shook my head. I’d forgotten that hay goteverywhere,and it was sticky. Not gooey-sticky, but thorny-sticky.
Chase’s hand trailed up and down my back, trying to distract me or entice me, who knew.
I sighed and turned to him. I whispered at him, “Sweetheart, I told you when we agreed to stay here, I’m not fucking you in your parents’ house, in your childhood bedroom.”
“Hayloft is fine,” he said.
Leaning down, I kissed his nose. “I’m going to look like the hayloft if we keep that up.”
“Mmm, my own personal sexy scarecrow.”
“No. Never say that again.” But I was laughing. “Meanwhile, I smell breakfast.”
He flopped back in the bed. “I think I’m still full from Abuelita’s chicken last night.”
“Or are you still full from our second trip to the barn?”
He shook a lazy finger at me. “Do not pervert the fried chicken.” His hand dropped to the bed. “Damn you, Marcus. Now I’m hard.”
It had been mostly the memory of our second trip to the barn than anything else. He’d said fast and dirty, and I obliged. I was sure his ass still twinged.
“Now? You’ve been hard since you woke up twenty minutes ago.”
“Have pity on me, baby!” he cried, poking my side with his finger.
In the next instant, he was biting his fist in his mouth because in one smooth motion, I had turned, pulled the sheets down and swallowed his cock whole.
He was not ready.
After a few bobs and licks, I pulled off and gave him a devilish grin. “You want it, you got it. No noise, sweetheart, or I’m going to have to spank you.”
“That’s not a threa—ah!”
Honestly, I’d had no intention of giving him a blow job because this was his childhood bedroom in his parents’ house and that was just weird. But as soon as he said he was hard, I couldn’t ignore the lust anymore.
It was fun to try and make him scream or groan than to make him come, so I kept edging my poor boyfriend. He squirmed and made muffled sounds—he bit his lips and fist—he cover his eyes with his arm and tried not to even whimper.
Chase tasted delicious. I would never ever tire of tasting him, his cock, his balls, his cum. His skin was flushed and warm and the muscles of his thighs rippled as he squirmed. His nipples were pearled and his expression was one of bliss.
But even more, I liked being around him. He was sweet, strong, handsome…willing to forgive. He had come to see his father despite the fear of a second rejection.
I couldn’t help myself with this man.
Slipping a finger over the sensitive skin around his hole, I petted him lightly while sucking hard and finally allowed him to fall over the edge into the bliss of orgasm.
“Shit!” he yelled.
I won.
I grinned around his dick, taking every drop of cum he wanted to offer me. He whimpered as I drank him down, and cleaned him off, very thoroughly. So thoroughly, he was starting to get hard again.
