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CHAPTER 34

ASHTON

"Don't hate me—” are the first words I can manage once we finally make it back to the hotel. But the words are cut off by a stocky body tackling me against the door and climbing me like a tree to kiss me.

Marcus tears his mouth off mine, panting. "Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I hate you?"

"I don't know. That was… tense. And you didn't talk the whole drive here."

"I thought you might be processing, and I was afraid to say too much in front of the driver or accidentally jump you before we got back to the hotel."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," he says, putting my hand over his straining bulge. "I am so fucking hard for you right now."

"I know we should probably talk about all this, but?—”

"Talk later. Fuck now."

I don't need any further incentive to shut the fuck up and get naked. We tumble towards the bedroom, stripping out of our clothes piece by piece as we go. Marcus helps me pull the jockstrap down my legs, kissing the red indentions where the straps dug into my skin. He pushes me down on the bed and climbs over me, straddling my hips. Our cocks line up, and he thrusts against me as we make out, rolling back and forth across the bed. His fingers drop behind me to caress up my crack the way I like, teasing my sensitive hole. Except it really is sensitive right now, sore enough that I must wince, because Marcus pulls his hand back. I groan at the loss, even though it hurt. If there's one thing I've learned recently, it's that it only hurts for a short time, then it's fucking nirvana.

Would it be weird if I used that as a metaphor for our relationship?

Relationship. Shit. Are we in a real relationship, or was all of that for my father's benefit? I didn't really think about it, I just rolled with it like I always do. What if Marcus didn't appreciate not having a say in the matter and he?—

"Slow down, Princess. Overthinking is my thing, remember?" Marcus kisses down my chest, stopping to show my nipples some attention, and my body jerks the first time he sucks one into his mouth.

I'm effectively and thoroughly distracted now. The harder he sucks, the more the floodgates open, and I'm fucking desperate for release. Too much has happened today. I'm overwhelmed by it all, and I don't know how to get rid of all this pent-up energy. This frustration and emotions that are too jumbled up for me to make heads or tails of. All that pressure seems to be concentrated in my balls, like if I don't come soon, I'll implode.

"Relax, Princess. Let me take care of you."

Marcus grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside table, and I buzz with anticipation. I crave the fullness of him inside me, stretching me, filling me. Only, he doesn't lube himself up. It's my cock that he coats in the slippery liquid before reaching behind himself.

"What are you doing?"

"Opening myself up so I can ride your cock until you can't think anymore. I want to fuck you so good you go cross-eyed again."

My hand pushes between us, my fingers joining his as he stretches himself. I sink one finger inside, then two, in next to the two he already has in there. I'm trembling with need by the time Marcus declares himself ready and lines himself up. My mouth drops open as my cock is slowly enveloped by Marcus' ass. The muscle squeezes around me so tightly, I'm afraid it's hurting him and equally afraid it's going to squeeze the orgasm out of me way too soon. The head of my cock pops through the first ring of muscle, and I moan as he sinks down my shaft, until Marcus is fully seated on top of me. He breathes slowly, a small smile playing over his lips, eyes closed, face relaxed.

It takes effort to keep myself still, but I hold out as long as I can.

"Okay?" I ask, running my hands up and down his thickly muscled thighs. He nods and leans down to kiss me.

"I could stay here like this forever, just holding you inside me."

"Mmmm, baby, whenever you want. Your ass is… so tight. So perfect. I could live in here, but I need to move."

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I spread my legs so my feet can brace against the bed. Holding Marcus against my chest, I slowly pull out of him, then push back in. Marcus moans into my mouth as I kiss him, exploring his mouth with my tongue while my cock explores his ass, inch by inch. Where I felt hurried and almost frenzied before, I'm content to keep my thrusts slow and smooth, relishing every moment of how fucking good he feels. This time, it's Marcus that gets impatient. He starts pushing back on my cock with each slow thrust, encouraging me to pick up speed until he's rocking against me in a steady rhythm. Bracing his hand on my chest, Marcus uses his strong thighs to lift himself up and down my shaft until he's bouncing on my cock, and my balls tighten, threatening to end this sooner than I'm ready.

"Goddamn I forgot how good this feels," Marcus groans.

My thrusts falter. It's not that I didn't know Marcus has a lot more experience than I do, and it's not that I have a problem with that, exactly. But I have the possessive urge to fuck the memory of every other guy out of his head, so that I'm the only one that remains. Fuck being inexperienced, Marcus is mine, and I plan to show him every single day until there's not a shred of anyone else left.

Pulling him to my chest again, I band my arms around his waist and hold him still. "You're fucking mine," I growl, leveraging my hips off the mattress and thrusting hard and fast. My cock pistons in and out of his hole, his ass smacking against my pelvis with every hit. "No one else gets to have you ever again."

I'm not sure if Marcus even hears me. His eyes are screwed up, mouth dropped open, a steady " aaahhhhhhhhh " leaving his chest as I drill into him. His body tightens, ass clenching down on my cock hard enough that it's hard to keep up my frantic pace. But I'm not ready to come yet, and I'm not ready to let him come.

This time, he's going to beg for it.

In one fluid movement, I thrust my hips up, tighten my hold around him, and roll us so he's beneath me. Pulling up to my knees, I hold Marcus by the thighs, pushing his knees against his chest. I pull out, holding my cock just outside the rim of his gaping hole. It winks at me as the muscle relaxes without my cock inside him to stretch it out.

"Ash—”

I'd wanted to wait until he was begging to put it back in, but I'm too desperate to see what it looks like. So I press back in slowly, watching his ass swallow me greedily as Marcus sighs in relief, like not having me inside him was uncomfortable.

I'm still going to make him beg.

While I watch my cock move in and out of his hole, I plan my next attack. Maybe someday I'll feel experienced enough to drive him fucking wild without overthinking it—like he said, that's his MO, not mine. But I don't want to focus on only my pleasure, especially if I'm going to fuck out the memory of any guy before me. So, I calculate a little. It's probably safe to assume his prostate is going to be in roughly the same spot as mine, and I've learned what angle taps it just right. When Marcus had me on my back on my father's desk, he was hitting it so good I thought if he was a fraction of a centimeter taller, he'd hit in that spot that's a cross between pleasure and pain, where I'm not sure if I'm going to come or pee. I fucking love that sensation, and I want Marcus to feel that same excruciating pain. My cock isn't as big as his, and he has a rounder ass than I do, so I know I need to get creative with positioning to get to that spot.

Bringing one foot up to prop it on the bed next to his hip, I push Marcus' knees harder into his chest and lean my body so I'm directly above him. One long, firm thrust forces a sound out of Marcus that I've never heard him make before. It's a sound I know well, because I've made it. It's involuntary. It's the prostate rammer cry.

I start with long, steady movements, rolling my hips into him with each thrust. The whole time, I watch Marcus carefully, gauging his body language. His cock is steadily twitching and leaking. His hands are white knuckling the bedspread. His facial expressions alternate between open-mouthed stupor and eyes shut, hissing through a clenched jaw. The more I pick up speed, the more those unintelligible sounds are forced from him. Before long, I'm jackhammering into him, and he's screaming my name. It’s the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, begging me to fuck him.

" Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme. Oh, God. Ash. Fuck !"

"Has it ever felt like this before?" I growl out, sweat dripping down my body.

"N-no."

"Has anyone ever filled this tight ass with cum before? Marked you from the inside like I'm going to do?"

We didn't actually discuss if that's what he wants, but from the way his body jerks, I don't think he minds. I think he likes it.

"Only you," Marcus pants. "You're the only one. Please, please give it to me."

"You want to come with my load filling your ass, baby?"

"God, yes. Ash, I'm so close. Please," he begs.

Fucking finally.

He can't reach his cock in the position I have him folded into. It's bouncing around, smacking against me as I drill him into the mattress. Do I let him have it? Do I let him reposition so he can touch himself, or do it myself? Or do I get what I really want?

I lick my lips, pounding into him mercilessly. Marcus cries out, not fighting against the way I'm using his body, but on the edge of his control because he needs just that last bit of stimulation to push him over the edge. He'll get it when I'm done with him. I muffle a roar behind clenched teeth as my orgasm tears through me violently, my thrusts hard and frantic to push my cum as deep inside him as humanly possible. Marcus lets out a choked gasp, and I know he's about to shoot.

Exercising every ounce of self-control I have, I pull my still pulsing cock from his ass and let go of his legs. The surprise position change interrupts his near-climax, but not for long. I scramble over his body and sink down onto his wet, dripping cock before he knows what's happening. I don't give myself time to adjust. I'm still prepped from a few hours ago. It feels tighter because of the swelling, and I'm definitely sore, but the pain is delicious, and I chase it, riding his cock hard and fast until he's busting inside me. My cock thrashes wildly with my movements, the pressure on my abused prostate forcing a last few spurts of cum to splatter on Marcus' chest.

Marcus' fingers dig into my flesh, guiding my ass up and down his shaft, head thrown back in ecstasy as he shouts and fills me for the second time today.

When we finally collapse, sweaty and breathing heavily, a sated heaviness settles in my bones. My limbs are jelly, my brain complete blissed-out mush.

I start to drift off in the comforting embrace of Marcus and this perfect moment we created.

"You know what I just realized?"

"What's that?" I ask sleepily.

"We left the butt plug in your dad's office."

"Hey," Marcus says, kissing me awake. "Room service is here."

I groan and stretch, all my muscles deliciously sore. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten."

"In the morning?"

The smile on his face as he laughs is brighter than the sun peaking around the blackout curtains. I can feel it against my mouth as he kisses me some more, tasting the mint of his toothpaste and?—

Wait a second.

I pull back, narrowing my eyes. "Did you shower without me?"

"I've been awake for nearly two hours," he confesses, smirking. "I stayed in bed as long as I could, but you're a furnace and I had to pee. Besides, all the dried cum was starting to itch."

Wriggling around a little, I wince. "Yeah, it's not as pleasant when it isn't fresh."

"Makes your skin soft, though."

"Oh yeah? Well, in that case…" I pull Marcus on top of me. "Maybe you should give me a facial."

He laughs and swats me. "Get up and shower and let’s eat first. We haven't had anything but a few tiny appetizers since lunch yesterday and I'm going to get hangry soon." He looks down at me with a serious expression. "You won't like me when I'm hangry."

My stomach grumbles loudly, like it heard him. "Alright fine. Food first, then a facial in the shower." He rolls his eyes at me, but I can see the twinkle of amusement and interest there.

Marcus climbs off me and pulls me from the bed. I toss on a pair of boxer briefs that were laying on the floor on our way into the small living space. There's a cart waiting for us, with multiple dishes of delicious smelling food. We're ravenous, not even bothering with plates, sharing bites of waffles, bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy, and fruit right from the trays. Marcus pours us orange juice, and both of us gulp down a couple bottles of water each.

When there's nothing left but crumbs, we lounge across the couch. Marcus sits in the corner of the couch, his head resting over the side, one bare foot on the coffee table. I'm sprawled out over the rest of the couch, my head on Marcus' thigh and legs draped over the opposite end of the couch. Despite sleeping through the night and well into the morning, I still feel like I could sleep for a week. I guess it's a good thing we're off for winter break and don't have practice until Tuesday. Speaking of winter break…

"When are you supposed to go to your mom's house?"

"Yesterday," Marcus says, chuckling. "I told her a little bit of what was happening yesterday. She knows I went to the party with you to back you up. She just doesn't know for what. I'll have to figure out how much to tell her."

I stretch my neck to look up at him. "How much do you want to tell her?"

His lips twist uncertainly. "I'm not sure. I don't want to lie or omit anything, but there's still a lot we don't know yet, and still a lot that needs to be decided."

"It's your call," I tell him. "We tell her whatever you think she needs to know, whatever you need to get off your chest."

"And it's your call how far we take this."

"What do you mean?"

"Your tentative deal with your father is that he doesn't interfere in our lives in exchange for us staying quiet for now. But how long are we going to be able to keep him settled with such uncertain terms to the deal? Is the plan to hold him off until after graduation, and see where it goes from there? Or do you want to play this game with him forever? Are you actually going to turn him in?"

"If he doesn't live up to his part of the agreement, hell yes, I will. I'm not going to let him ruin your life anymore, Marcus. I mean it." Tucking my chin to my chest, I pick at my cuticles. "I know I need to come up with a plan, and fast. If anything, we've given him time to cover his tracks and retaliate."

A sad smile stretches across Marcus' lips. "Maybe we'll get lucky and just knowing someone knows the truth will be enough. Maybe this is as far as it needs to go."

"What about your dad? Your mom's pain? Everything you went through?”

"We can't change the past, Ash. And we can't really count on the future. All we can do is live for the here and now."

"I just keep thinking that this is my chance to make things right. If not with your family, then maybe for someone else's. Maybe I can blackmail him into not making backdoor deals that hurt people?" I give a short, self-deprecating laugh. "I'm not sure what kind of power I have here, if any. But it feels like this is my chance to actually do something useful for once in my life."

"Are you sure you don't want to take over AJames Enterprises after all?"

"What?"

Marcus shrugs. "I'm just saying, I've never seen you care about anything this much."

"I care about you this much."

He bends and presses his lips to mine, and I twist myself around to climb over him. Our bodies fit against each other, mouths and hands and heavy breaths saying all the things we haven't said and maybe aren't ready to say. But I feel it. I know I do. I think part of me always has. I think five-year-old me knew it all those years ago, when he met a messy haired boy with big ears and a bigger smile. Why else would that memory stick with me for so long?

"Is your favorite color still purple?" I ask softly.

His head cocks, confused at my question. Then he’s distracted, looking down at his hand that's playing with the elastic band of the boxer briefs I'm wearing.

"Are you wearing my underwear?"