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Chapter Four

Marcus

I had never been so forward with another man, but I was consumed with desire for Ambrose. He'd lit a fire inside me that I couldn't ignore. It burgeoned until every nerve burned with need.

And so there I was, clenching onto Ambrose’s hand and dragging him out of the building and I didn’t feel a bit bad about it. As we crossed into the foyer, I noticed the typical looks I usually got when my face was exposed; laced with pity or disgust, but there was also a hefty dose of judgment mixed in at my brazen display. I couldn’t find any care to give.

There was something about Ambrose that soothed the worries I’d carried for so long. I’d just met him, but it was as if my soul had always known him. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me; maybe I felt this way because he was the first man to not only look past my imperfections, but look at them and still see value in me.

He was the first person to make me want to stop hiding, and that was enough. Enough to make me stop the constant questioning and self doubt; to allow myself to give in to happiness, no matter how fleeting it may be. And right now, that happiness was giving into the carnal desire flowing through my veins for this gorgeous man who was paying me his attention.

The walk back to my apartment building was faster than ever before. I had no time to waste waiting for the elevator, so I dashed up the three flights of stairs with Ambrose still in tow.

Once I unlocked the door, swung it open, and pulled Ambrose into my apartment, I realized that I hadn’t exactly asked if this is what he wanted. Granted, he hadn’t voiced any objection, but I didn’t want him to feel pressured in any way.

But when I looked at him in question, I saw no doubts in his eyes; they only reflected my own burning need. For a moment, I thought I saw actual flames flickering inside them. Their intensity didn’t scare me; it emboldened me. Ambrose wanted me as much as I wanted him and even if I didn’t understand it, I wasn’t going to let it slip by.

I lunged at him and he was ready for me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist as our lips slammed together. I sank my tongue into his mouth and lapped at the flavor of smoky sex appeal. His fingertips pressed into my flesh and I kissed him harder.

This wasn’t like me. I wasn’t one for hookups. I hadn’t even been with a man for the past six years - since the accident - and maybe that was fueling my behavior. Years of sexual need and energy were pent up and I was ready to let them burst out.

Ambrose tucked his hands beneath the hem of my shirt and pushed the fabric up my torso while I shamelessly raised my arms. He broke our kiss momentarily to lift my shirt over my head and when I tried to pounce him again, Ambrose took a step back.

I was worried at first, until I realized that he was just admiring my body…and enjoying it. His eyes were dark as they roamed across my torso. He licked his lips at the sight of my pale skin and light brown nipples.

He whispered, "Marcus, your body is incredible," and my knees went weak from the sincerity in his voice. I was seen and appreciated for the first time I could remember.

"I need to see you too," I insisted as I gripped the bottom of his hoodie. I whipped the shirt off over his head and my jaw dropped. His abdomen was smooth and shredded with muscle. I'd never seen a more perfect depiction of the human form, and it was right in front of me for the taking.

I became a wild man, clamoring at the zipper of his jeans and clawing at the denim. Ambrose did the same to my dress pants and we both teetered as we kicked off our shoes and socks.

"Holy shit," I whispered when he was finally bare before me. His muscled torso was a thing of beauty, but it somehow paled in comparison to his hard cock, which drew all of my attention. It was every bit of eight inches long, thick, and uncut. Juicy veins ran along the sides which made my mouth water.

I didn't realize my mouth was hanging open until Ambrose stuck his tongue inside, licking against mine as he kissed me deeply. When I wrapped my arms around his neck, Ambrose leaned down to cup the backs of my thighs before hoisting me up, and I instinctively clasped my legs around his waist.

My hard dick was captured between our stomachs and I rolled my hips forward, chasing sweet friction on my hot flesh. I moaned into his mouth and Ambrose responded with what sounded like a growl emanating from his chest. The vibration against my skin pulled a string of clear liquid from my cock that painted his abdomen.

I needed him and I couldn't wait. I sank my fingers into his hair and pulled gently, hoping to guide him. Ambrose took the hint and followed my cues as I navigated him to my bedroom.

He carried me over the threshold and to the foot of my bed. Instead of laying me down, Ambrose crawled onto the mattress while I still clung to him, marveling at his strength.

He hovered above me, staring into my eyes and I was overcome with a sensation that I’d never experienced; a desperate need for him to take me. My body craved for him to own me with nothing between us. I had always used protection and never even thought about not using it, but I wanted to submit to Ambrose in every way.

I shook my head, clearing the crazy thoughts. No matter what my hormones were telling me, my brain insisted that it was a terrible idea. So, I reached out to the side and fumbled with the drawer to my bedside table until I found what I was searching for; a bottle of lube and a foil wrapped condom. I hadn’t needed the protection in a long time, but I always stayed prepared.

I handed them to Ambrose, who studied the condom for a few moments. I wondered if he’d refuse to use it, and part of me stupidly wished he would, but he finally nodded like he’d figured something out before ripping open the wrapper and rolling the latex over his hard flesh.

After examining the lube as well, Ambrose popped the lid and coated his fingers with the liquid. He slipped his hand between my thighs and pressed a wet fingertip to my pucker. I took a deep breath and he slid in his digit with one push.

A burning tingle bloomed inside me as my muscles and flesh stretched, but it quickly dissipated, leaving behind only pleasure. Ambrose quickly pumped his finger in and out of my body until it slid easily.

“Please, more,” I begged, spreading my legs wide and inviting him in. He gave another sexy growl and pushed a second finger inside as I moaned at the ceiling.

His fingers twisted and pulsed, rubbing my sweet spot and causing my legs to tremble. Granted it had been a while, but I never remembered feeling like this; my whole body was electrified and yearning. Pleasure quickly built in my loins, but I didn’t want it to end too quickly.

I stabbed my palms with my fingernails to distract me from the ecstasy Ambrose was giving me, backing away from the edge long enough to beg shamelessly again, “Take me, Ambrose! I need you, please!”

I whimpered when he pulled his fingers free from my body, and shivered when he promised, “I’m here.” The simple words grounded me as he positioned himself between my legs. After soaking the tip of his cock with more lube, he pressed his slick crown to my hole.

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