Page 10 of Reckless Hearts

Oh holy hell, forget about throbbing. My cock is now pulsating with an intensity that makes me worry it’s going to detach from me.

When I pull back, I see Marcus’s eyes have shut.

His eyes fly open, and oh my god, his gorgeous eyes are huge pools of want.

We stare at each other for a few heartbeats. I’m aware my heart is beating so fast it could audition for a drum solo.

It starts to beat even faster when Marcus closes the distance between us and plants his lips on mine.

Holy shit. I’m kissing Marcus. I’m kissingMarcus.

Yeah, my brain doesn’t quite know what to do with that fact. It can’t really process something so improbable.

I let out an involuntary moan, and suddenly, Marcus’s tongue slips inside my mouth.

He kisses me smoothly, his tongue dancing around mine like this is a performance. I try to match his fancy moves, but I can’t, so instead, I let myself be taken over by Marcus’s mouth. Those plush, perfect lips, his nimble, talented tongue.

Marcus tastes as good as he looks.

He reaches down to my waist and pulls me closer to him, and his erection presses against me.

Marcus is hard for me. Yep, my mind is officially beyond blown now.

Something about having Marcus’s hard cock against me causes me to lose my mind.

Suddenly, I’m not kissing him cautiously anymore. Every ounce of desire I’ve built up over the years explodes out of me.

It’s lust.

It’s dynamite.

I kiss him with everything I have.

And we’re really kissing now, and it’s not like before, when it felt like Marcus was pulling out his practiced moves.

This is messier and sloppier, underpinned by need. Like something has ignited. The fire between us is so scorching it could burn us both.

My fingers dig into his scalp, clutching him.

It’s deep and dirty and beyond any kiss I’ve ever had.

He pulls back, and I whimper without thinking because losing his mouth for a second feels unbearable.

Then reality hits me.

Have I done something wrong? Has he come to his senses? Is he going to put a stop to this?

When I open my eyes, I find him staring at me, his pupils blown out in lust.

“Holy fuck, Seb,” he says hoarsely, and then his lips are on mine again.

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Marcus

Fucking hell.

I didn’t expect this.