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“More,” I rasped out, my grip on his wrists tight. He rocked his hips forward, easing his prick deeper. “Yes, more.”
“Easy, I don’t want to—”
“You won’t hurt me, Marcus. Give me that dick,” I snarled like a feral cat. He licked his lips, bent down to capture mine, and then gave me that dick. All of it. In one heavenly thrust that had him buried to the root. Something in a mixture of two languages burbled out of me. What it was I couldn’t say, and it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered other than his dick filling me so perfectly. Elbows locked, my foot on his shoulder, he picked up the pace, our gazes never wavering from the other’s face. He was so gorgeous in his passion, his shoulders bunching, neck tight, eyes hot as Vesuvius. I linked my other leg around his back, squeezing his prick as it moved inside me. His mouth fell open, long black lashes fluttering as he rocked in as deeply as he could and burst apart. I felt the rush of warmth as he filled the condom. I let my eyes drift downward to enjoy the shudders of the big man atop me but my lashes flew up a second later when he took my leaking cock in a huge hand, gave it a stroke, and moved up to one knee on the bed and one off.
The angle change was every fucking thing. His pulsing dick hit my prostate as his rough fingers tugged my dick. Without even a warning cry I came, hot ribbons of cum coating his hand. My whole body felt as if I’d stuck a fork into a toaster. White hot currents of pleasure streaked outward from my dick, searing all rational thought processes and a few involuntary actions. Like breathing. It was only after I sucked in a massive breath and my muscles began to unclench that I realized that I’d been holding my breath.
I melted into the bed, Marcus atop me, his brawny body wet with sweat. He lowered himself down, easing his belly to mine, so that he could kiss me. I relished that easy, breathless kiss. Each swipe of his tongue over mine was heavenly, his taste something that I had craved for all those long weeks apart.
“Holy…shit,” he muttered over my cheek, easing out of my body before collapsing to the bed on his side.
“Yeah,” I replied between shaky breaths. I reached to the side, my hand landing on his hip, and I gave the bone a soft squeeze, which made him jerk and snort. “Ticklish?”
“Pfft, no,” he parried. I tickled him again. He flailed and kicked. So ticklish. And that led to a rather erotic Greco-Roman inspired wrestling match between one fiery comet and one lovesick gladiator. When I had him pinned, he smiled up at me and I knew I was lost.
“I think I fell in feelings with you somehow,” I confessed, my hands holding his arms to the tangled bedding. He blinked at me, his grin disappearing. “I didn’t mean that,” I rushed to say, moving off him, my foot wrapped in the blanket as I tried my best to get some distance. He was having none of it though and caught my arm to hold me in place. A nice place for sure. His spent dick was under my ass, the used condom having been tied and tossed to the nightstand when we’d been tussling.
“Did you really not mean it?” His face was pinched like I’d slapped him. I saw the pain in his gaze, felt it deep in my heart, and shook my head.
“No, I meant it. I was just…you looked horrified, so I thought I would just glide back into the blue paint where it’s safe.”
He nodded in full understanding of the hockey talk. “Sometimes someone skates into our safe space and knocks us off our skates. Kind of like you did me.” He reached up to slide his fingers into my hair. They caught on a knot, but he used that to lead my mouth down to his. His kiss was soft but deep, rife with emotion. I dove into the moment, the kiss, never wanting to surface. But we did have to come up for air. When we did, I found his sleepy eyes opening lazily. “I think I fell in feelings with you somehow too.”
A funny sort of sound fluttered out of me. A goofy sound for sure, and not one that a person would associate with a hockey player. It was a sigh mixed with a whimper, all wrapped up in a blanket of bliss. I captured his mouth, this time with a tangle of tongues that soon had us both panting, hard, and rutting against each other.
“I want you inside me,” he said as I nuzzled at the warm, furry place under his arm with my nose. Lifting my head from his pit, I found him looking at me as if I held all the ancient secrets to the world. “Will you fuck me?”
“Yes, shit yes,” I gently replied, easing up to steal a few dozen kisses. Eyes, nose, cheeks, earlobe, shoulder, belly, and balls. I tasted him everywhere, swiping my tongue up and down his cock, where I picked up the lingering taste of his cum. I toyed with his hole, pressing my tongue against the furled edges, easing him open with just my mouth. He was a pliant mess when I sat on my heels, my face slick with spittle. He moved to his hands and knees, offering himself up, his dark skin stark against the tan sheets. I fondled his tight ass cheeks as I rubbed my cock up and down the crack. Somehow, I managed to boot up along with making a mess of the sheets with an overzealous squeeze of the lube bottle.
Seemed it didn’t matter to Marcus one bit. He was happy for the lube overload when I eased into him. His body tightened as I worked slowly past that tight ring, his back tight until I moved past it. Then he exhaled, a long feathery sigh of sorts that made me tingle down to my toes. He was tight, hot tightness, and vocal as hell, not that I was surprised by how toppy of a bottom he was, and he was magnificent. We moved as one, his body seeking more as mine strived to please him. We found the perfect momentum, his brow resting on the bared mattress as I held his hips in my hands, ensuring he wouldn’t go down just yet. I found the pace that we both yearned for, built upon it, and then threw myself into the fire as my balls contracted to fill the condom. His ass gripped my cock as he found his release, his hand pumping madly in perfect syncopation to my thrusts. Emptied of air and sperm, I folded over his strong back, shuddering like a buck rabbit. A thought that made me snicker.
“What the…hell are you…giggling…about?” he asked as his knees finally gave out. We fell to the bed with a grunt, me on his back. I rolled my hips, got a growl of pleasure from him, and then sadly pulled out of all that tight heat. I flopped to my back, breathing like a marathon runner who had just crossed the finish line, and peeled the rubber off my dick.
“Sir Numpty Noggin,” I answered, pawing around on the nightstand for something to drink. Damn it, I’d made coffee like forever ago but never managed to get it into the bedroom.
“Sorry, I think you fucked my brains sideways. Did you call me a numpty noggin?” Marcus moved to his side. I did the same so that I could look at his incredibly sexy face. Man he looked good after being soundly plowed. His eyes were lush ponds of contentment that called for me to wade out into them and simply float forever.
“Dude, not at all.” I chuckled as I wiggled closer so that his belly and mine touched. “My sister had two rabbits when we were kids. The doe was named Lady Arabella Carrot, and the buck was Sir Numpty Noggin. She named them. I wanted to call them Kiara and Kovu. It was my Lion King II phase…don’t judge me. I was like five or something. Totally underrated movie, by the way. Prove me wrong.” He shook his head. “Anyway, the rabbits tended to breed like…well, rabbits. And every time the buck would come, he would squeal and his hips would piston super-fast. It was hilarious. Of course, I had no clue what was going on, so I used to say Sir Numpty was kickstarting Lady Arabella like Dad did his beloved old scooter that he had brought over from Thailand. My parents liked to die laughing when I said it. My father laughed so hard, I thought he was going to pass out. My mom wasn’t at all impressed and Citra pinched me for saying Lady Arabella needed a kickstart.”
“Okay, that is pretty funny. Your family sounds amazing.” He smiled and pulled the covers up over our chilling bodies. I moved closer to rest my hand on his side. He slid a leg between mine. It was the most perfect moment I had ever known with a man. “Will they be okay with you dating me?”
I ran a finger up his side, enjoying the play along his ribs to his pit. He wiggled about like a worm, so I stopped.
“Do you mean because you’re a Comet?”
He shrugged as my hand wandered back to his hip, where it rested as if it had been crafted just for that dip on his body.
“Yeah, and the fact that I’m Black.” His fingers moved up to my face to tangle into my hair. “I love your hair. Don’t ever cut it.”
“Noted.” My toes curled into the bedding at his softly spoken words. “They won’t care that you’re Black. They’ve grown pretty liberal over the past few years. I mean, they still have some pretty conservative Asian things they cling to, but Citra and I are weaning them off all that. Having a gay son has kind of forced them to choose between bigoted, outdated views or loving their child. Nothing is more important to them than my sister and me. Well, maybe Banyu now that he’s here, but there really is no competing with a grandbaby, is there?”
“No, there isn’t. Okay cool, I was just wondering how they’d be when I showed up at their door for Easter dinner.”
“Well, we don’t really do Easter in the way you Christians do. We just tend to eat a lot of Thai food, gorge on chocolate bunnies, and then watch a movie or something.”
“Like the Lion King II?”
