Page 49 of Missed Steps

Mark catches my wrist, freeing my mouth as he lifts my hand, guiding it to his shoulder. “Keep both hands up here,” he tells me.

“I want to hold us together,” I complain as I grasp at his curls. I don’t care that I’m getting semen in his hair, and Mark either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

“You’re allowed to move your hips,” Mark says and grins. “And also kiss me. Tell me if the position gets taxing, okay?”

I lean in for a kiss, and Mark grasps the hair at my nape, tugging my head back into an awkward angle that makes my body go still. I grab his shoulders for balance.

“You said I can kiss,” I groan.

“Answer me first.”

“I—” What did he ask? My mind doesn’t provide the answer. “What was it?”

“Tell me if you get uncomfortable. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Mark kisses my Adam’s apple, and I shudder at the touch against the vulnerable spot. “Do you want me to cover your leg?”

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” Who has time to pay attention to anything like—

Mark slaps my ass. I yelp, jerking forwards against him, and whimper as the sting registers. My cock twitches, and I come dangerously close to a premature orgasm.

“I said to move your hips,” Mark reminds me.

Mark releases my hair and I promptly move in for the kisses I’m allowed, moving my hips and clutching at the back of Mark’s hair. Mark reaches between us, grasping my cock for several firm strokes, and then releases me to grasp my ass instead. Come-slick fingers tease my crack, gliding past my hole at first before focusing on the spot.

I’m too distracted to kiss him. I cling to him instead, resting my chin on his shoulder as my breath’s stutter. My thighs tremble from the effort of supporting my weight and thrusting, especially while I’m so heavily distracted.

Mark kneads the area until gently the tip of his finger pushes in. I jerk, then bear down on his hand, groaning. Mark turns his head to press kisses against my ear, teasing and distracting me as he works his finger inside.

“You can touch yourself, now,” Mark murmurs to me.

I’ll come instantly if I do that.

“Are we not doing more?” I ask, shivering as Mark’s finger sinks in and out. I wait for him to add more. To push me onto the bed and sink his cock in next.

“Not today.”

I shut my eyes, and I don’t reach down. I instead thrust my hips back onto his fingers, sure that my wants will come across clearly.

Mark lets out a breath of amusement. “I’m not doing more without supplies, Kyle.”

“I have lube.” A bottle that went unused for many months, thanks to the accident.

“Condoms?”

I stay quiet.

Mark kisses my cheek, my temple, thrusting his finger into me as he plants sweet caresses across my face.

Reluctantly, I reach down. I grasp Mark’s cock, starting with a careful experimental stroke. Mark’s breath catches, and I shudder in delight, quickly throwing aside my nerves to pump his cock like I want my own to be touched.

“Can you support your weight?” Mark asks me, breaths heavy.

I nod, not sure if it’s true or not. He’s had a hand under my ass to help me hold up my weight for a while now. I wobble as he releases the supporting hand, falling especially on my left. I lean into Mark to stay upright. His large hand wraps around my leaking cock and he works me at the same desperate pace I’m handling him.

“Mark—” I cry out, only a few strokes in. I thrust my hips wildly into his hand, moaning and gasping, until I’m falling. Mark catches me. Flips me onto my back and locks his hand over the one I have around his cock, and then thrusts his hips erratically until he’s erupting against my palm, hot come spreading over my fingers.