Page 92 of Marked By Shadows

He kicked off his shoes and unzipped the duffle bag, taking out a bag I’d made that I knew was filled with toiletries for the both of us and setting it on the counter in the bathroom. I watched him move, focusing on him as I breathed, and let a moment of peace begin to roll through me. He latched the metal door lock and paused to look at me.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Sure,” I said absently.

He frowned. “You gonna take your shoes off and stay awhile?” He glanced down at my feet.

I looked at them too, and absently toed my shoes off, leaving them near the table. “Are there any ghosts or anything in this room?” I asked him.

“No,” Alex said.

And that was settling. No ghosts. No cosplay group. Just four walls, a locked door, and Alex.

“What do you need?” Alex said crossing the room to wrap his arms around me. He touched my face, gaze searching, concerned. “There’s a couple fast food places across the parking lot. I can go grab us something to eat. You should eat.”

“I don’t want food.”

“What do you want? You know I’ll give you whatever you need.”

I felt a smile tug at my lips, thinking a cascade of naughty thoughts since we were alone at last and in a place where I didn’t feel vulnerable. “You don’t know what you’re promising.”

“I do,” he said, his body responding to something he saw in my face, because his breath hitched, and I felt him harden against my thigh. “Fuck, anything.”

I shoved him back on top of the bed. He landed with a little bounce and waited, watching as I crawled on top of him, straddling his hips and reaching for his face. Our lips met with fury, a heat of need, my demand of possession. He was mine. He wanted me. Looked at me like I was his world. Saw me in ways no one else did. Sometimes that scared me, but right now it made my body sing. It was easy to turn the anger to lust. The emotions weren’t far apart, and I could never be angry with Alex.

I devoured his mouth, tasting every crevasse, memorizing the flavor of his tongue, and sucking on his lower lip while grinding my hips into his. I could come this way, a mess of fast frottage, but wanted more. Needed to see his pupils blown wide from pleasure, body trembling, breath labored, sweat glistening on his skin.

There were a lot of parts of our lives where I felt older than him, more experienced. Often it made me sad, realizing so much of my youth had been strained, while somehow, he’d survived with some portions of his innocence intact. His years in the military had tainted him in other ways, colored his vision of politics, war, and power, but everyday life sometimes awed him. However, in this instance, his body beneath mine, I reveled in my knowledge. Fantasized about a thousand ways to make him come, and teach him the ins and outs of our bodies.

“Please tell me you at least packed lube in that bathroom bag,” I begged.

“Course,” he said between kisses, his hands cupping my ass to slow the drag of our erections together. “Condoms too. Wasn’t sure what we’d need.”

I thought about that for a moment. A thousand thoughts in my head. Doubts, questions, anxiety.

“Hey,” he said. “Don’t go all quiet, share the train of thought.”

“Condoms?” I asked.

“I don’t need them if you don’t.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, and bit his lip lightly. “Let me go grab the lube.” He did one more small sway of his hips, a nearly painful glide of our dicks trapped by fabric, and it was so good. “Fuck.” Now I was copying him. Swearing like an Army man. He was rubbing off on me. I gave a dirty little laugh as I pulled away and went to find the lube. “I’d like him to rub off on me,” I told my own reflection, not caring how silly it sounded.

“You can rub off on me whenever you want,” Alex promised from his spot on the bed as I returned.

I stripped off my shirt, unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down before getting back on the bed and dropping the lube beside us.

“No fair,” Alex said. “I want to be mostly naked too.”

“I want you completely naked,” I said, tugging his shirt up and off, then pushing at his jeans. He didn’t even try to keep his underwear on. He shoved them and the jeans off in one go, kicking off his socks. He tugged my underwear down until I had to crawl out of those and cast them aside. When our bodies met it was like a roaring fire of heat.

“Fuck,” Alex groaned as I slid my body against his, sweat almost instant and mixing with the precome from both of us. His hands went back to my ass, cupping my cheeks and pressing our bodies together, increasing the slickness. He breathed out a long breath like he was trying to keep himself from coming. “What do you want? Need?”

“You,” I answered immediately.

“Yeah?”

I realized then that he was really offering me anything. Willing to do whatever I wanted. I could have turned over and told him to eat my ass for the next few hours and he would have. And wasn’t that insanely hot?