Page 93 of Marked By Shadows

He smiled up at me. “Share what’s on your mind.”

“Ass eating,” I said. I liked that he was beneath me, thought briefly of sliding into him. How long had it been since I’d been on the giving end? And then was suddenly struck with an image of him riding me. Well fuck wasn’t that hot. “You riding me,” I added without thought, and instantly regretted it. What if Alex never bottomed? Would he get mad?

Alex rolled us over, startling a gasp from me. “What do you want first?”

I couldn’t breathe. Had my cock ever been so hard? I groaned as he gripped it and ran a slow squeeze over my length, adding lube, I realized. He fingered the head, teasing my foreskin and the sensitive underside. “I should stretch you,” I whispered to him. “Don’t want to hurt you…”

“You just want to play with my ass,” he teased.

“Yes,” I sighed. “Always.”

He captured my lips with his, tasting me, teasing me with his tongue while his hand worked me to a fire. I could have come just from his lazy stroking, it was maddening, almost tight enough to hurt, drag slow enough to keep me on edge, but teetering so close. I wasn’t sure I would last more than a second of him around me. Maybe I should have gone with the ass licking first.

He smiled, moving a little above me, breathing in my air and meeting my gaze. I felt him then, the tip of me at his entrance, both of us burning up. He pressed down, and I held my breath as he swallowed the tip of me, his body tight and clenching at the intrusion. I couldn’t help but cry out as I slid in, a steady glide until I was fully encased. His body rippled and shifted around me, accommodating my size, which had never been small despite being the fem boy of all my former equations.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” he groaned.

“Am I hurting you?” I prayed not, he felt incredible, soft and tight, squeezing me and guiding me deeper.

“No,” he said almost in a growl. “Good, so good.” Alex closed his eyes, leaning back a little, shifting his hips a time or two as though trying to find the perfect seat. I felt a tiny bit more give, my balls resting against him, his pressed between us. He groaned, glanced down, and then reached between us, where he stood hard, and jutting against my stomach, adjusted his balls, the weight of them hot and sweaty. I slid in a little more, until he was fully seated. He let out a long breath. “Fuck, it’s been so long. Never been this full. Feel it everywhere. The stretch is so good.”

We both sat like that, breathing for a minute, me trembling with the need to move, his body still shifting and clenching around me, adjusting. He rocked his hips a little, his breath hitched and eyes fluttered.

“Fuck,” he said drawing out the word.

“Like that?” I asked, mimicking his movement and adding a bit of a pressured shove up into him.

“Yes…” he sat back hard against my hips. “Yes, fuck me please. Do that again. Hard.”

I reached for his hips, something to hold as he rode me, shoving my hips upward as he pressed down into me, friction gold. We rolled together, not a dance, but a wicked slam of circling hips. I could tell each time I grazed his prostate because he gasped and trembled, eyes deep, pupils wide, eyelids fluttering. It wasn’t like videos, with the full pullout and shove back in, no, this was a balls deep glide of only a few inches, his heat like lava. And the way he looked at me wasn’t that absent interest in only my body. He gazed at me, seeing me, focused on me in a way I realized I hadn’t been comfortable with in the past. Not with anyone but him.

“I’m so crazy about you,” I told him, tracing a hand up his chest, playing with his hair, and the sweat, pinched at a nipple, teasing it, drawing more decadent sounds from him. Alex might have been thin and needing to be fed up, but he was still beautiful, breathtakingly so, body moving above me. I traced his lips and face for a moment, marveling at the high cheekbones and soft beard that tickled my skin. Couldn’t help the sweet sigh that left my lips as he caught my palm and kissed it. I was close, dancing on the edge of release, fighting that final explosion because I didn’t want it to end. Not even for a second.

“Yeah?” He gave me that boyish grin I loved so much with a mix of added lust and desire. “Want me for more than my body, right?” He teased as he rode my cock like something out of a dream of an incubus.

“Fuck yes.”

He guided my hand up to his hair, let me take a firm grip and tug his face back down to meet mine. The angle wasn’t as good this way, not as tight or deep, but still enough to make me tremble as I tried to stave off my release. I would have reached for him, squeezed his fine cock and teased him to release before me, but it was trapped between us at that moment. His movements adding to the friction.

I sighed into his lips. “Don’t want to come yet,” I told him. “Want this to last forever.”

He smiled against my mouth, the feeling a funny tickle of his beard and the soft flesh of his skin. “We have all night.”

Alex reached back, and I wasn’t sure what he was planning until I felt a finger where our bodies joined. A press of the digit against his hole and our bodies. I paused, but Alex didn’t. The fingertip pressed in beside my cock and it triggered a thousand things at once. Dirty thoughts of Alex fingering himself, the stretch of his body around me and that digit, and lots of longing to put my own fingers inside him until his eyes fluttered back in his head.

Then there was his body’s reaction, a clenching, almost bucking frenzy of movement, muscles gripping me in a vice but still sliding until I couldn’t hold back the climax. It poured from me like his body was milking it from me. I spurted inside him as he continued to ride me, his finger pressing in a little further, causing another ripple effect.

I screamed into his lips, my entire body coming in a way I couldn’t recall ever happening. A tightening of everything, an explosion of all senses, body, brain, and soul. I might have even lost consciousness for a few seconds because I gasped, and opened my eyes to Alex kissing my face. We were no longer moving, at least not intentionally. Our bodies were still locked together, sweat pooling between us. His come warmed my belly and dripped down my sides. We both spasmed a few times, bodies clenching and unclenching around each other, like an ongoing play of mini orgasms.

He danced small kisses around my face, palm on my chest over my heart. “I love you,” he said softly.

I smiled, realizing my hand was still gripped in his tight curls, aching with the strain. I hope I hadn’t hurt him, though he didn’t look unhappy in any way. “Holy fuck,” I grumbled into his kisses.

“That’s back at the shop,” Alex said. “And I don’t think we need it. We do just fine on our own.”

And wasn’t that the truth. He slid off of me and I was instantly saddened by his absence. “You should be permanently attached to my cock,” I told him.

He laughed. “What would people think?”