We danced, talked, and laughed for the duration of the wedding reception, and I was filled with a nervous excitement about going back to Carter and Isaac’s house. Carter and Isaac were heading off to some five-star hotel for the night, so I knew we’d be alone when we got there.
So after the newlyweds said goodbye, and as the happy crowd dispersed, we made a quiet car trip home.
Will looked nervous too, which told me he knew what was about to happen between us as well.
Walking through the front door, I pulled off my jacket and tie and threw them over the sofa. “Did you want a drink or something?” I asked, walking through to the kitchen trying to act distracted.
Will followed me in. “No, thanks,” he said softly. Then he stepped in front of me and ran his thumb over my jaw. “Mark?”
I could hardly breathe, let alone answer him. I swallowed thickly and managed to nod.
His lips teased mine, barely touching me, but his eyes were dark and heavy lidded. “I want you.”
My heart hammered in my chest. “I want you, too.”
“Take me to bed,” he whispered. “Please.”
I kissed him then, holding his face to mine, and he pushed us against the kitchen bench, pressing his entire body against me. I could feel how hard he was, how turned on he was.
I moaned at the contact and warmth shot through my blood. I pulled my lips from his, trying to slow things down. “Will, bedroom,” I said gruffly, and taking his hand, I led us down the hall and into our room.
Our room.
Will surprised me by walking over to the walk-in closet. He rummaged through his suitcase until he found what he was after and smiled as he put a box of condoms and a bottle of lube on the bedside table.
He walked back over to me and kissed me softly.
I started to unbutton his shirt. “Will, I want to take my time with you,” I said breathily. “I want this to be perfect.”
He cupped my face and made me look at him. “It will be.”
“I’m nervous,” I told him quietly.
“Don’t be.”
“I thought you might want to top…”
Will’s eyes widened and he smiled. “Mark,” he said gently. “You’re not a bottom.”
“I would do that for you,” I told him honestly. “I will do that for you. I want to.”
He smiled and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine. “Not tonight,” he whispered. “I want you inside me.”
His words sent a shiver right through me, and when I kissed him, I knew there was no stopping.
Never taking my mouth from his, I undressed him. I undid his shirt buttons and let his shirt fall from his shoulders. I undid his suit pants and pushed him gently so he sat on the bed. I took off his shoes and socks and pulled his suit pants from his legs, leaving only his briefs on.
I undressed myself slowly, taking in his almost-naked body before me. There were no first-time jitters now, no embarrassed, awkward moments. I was completely sure about this.
When I was completely naked, I knelt on the bed and made my way up his body, trailing openmouthed kisses over his skin. Over his thighs, over the outline of his hard cock, I breathed in his scent. It was musk and spice and heady and his breath hitched as my nose ran up the length of him.
I kissed up his stomach and over his chest, pressing my lips against his throat, his jaw, and finally his lips.
I settled my weight on him, nestling between his open thighs, and our cocks pressed against each other.
It sparked an urgency, a passion, in our kiss, in our touch. His fingers dug into me as he lifted his hips into mine. “Mark, please,” he said gruffly. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I knelt back on my haunches and leaned across to the table beside the bed. I grabbed the supplies, put them on the bed, and then pulled Will’s briefs down over his hips, freeing his engorged dick.
I threw his discarded briefs somewhere and turned my attention back to Will and the way his cock lay heavy his stomach. He was easily over eight inches and thick. “Fuck, Will. You’re beautiful.”
Then I licked him, and he moaned.
When I took his cock into my mouth, he gripped the sheets beside us and groaned. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him, hear him, drink him.
Spreading his legs even farther, I poured some lube onto my fingertips and as I took his cock into my mouth, I teased his ass.
He lifted his hips and spread his thighs. “Mark,” he moaned. “Please.”
So I took his cock as deeply as I could and slipped a fingertip into his hole. And then a little bit more and a little bit more, until I had two fingers inside him.
The harder I sucked him and licked his balls, the more he tried to push his ass onto my fingers. He was gripping the sheets and then he growled. “Mark, if you don’t fuck me soon…”
I smiled around his cock and pulled off him, licking his slit. Then I leaned forward, resting on one hand, and kissed him deeply.
Will reached blindly for the foil wrapper and pressed it against my chest. “I’m really close,” he said. “And I’ve waited a long time for this. Don’t make me wait any more.”
“I didn’t mean to tease you,” I told him. “I want this to be good for you.”
Will slid his hand along my jaw and into my hair, pulling me in for another kiss. He whispered gruffly, “I want to come with you inside me.”
Fuck.
I sat back and, tearing the foil packet open, rolled the condom over my cock. I was hard and aching. I’d been so caught up in Will’s pleasure, I’d almost forgotten my own.
I leaned forward again, kissing him sweetly. He lifted his legs higher, bringing his knees up near his chest, opening himself, offering himself to me.
I pressed against his hole, and as I slowly pushed inside him, I kissed him. I teased his tongue with mine, giving him my tongue as I gave him my cock.
I slid one hand between us and wrapped my fingers around him, pumping him. His eyes widened and his head pushed back, cording his neck as he pulsed in my hand.
Will’s whole body convulsed and he groaned low as he came. His ass clenched around me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I thrust hard, once, twice, three times, giving him every inch as his orgasm rolled through him, followed by my own.
I arched into him one final time, feeling my cock empty inside him. My face was buried in his neck and his arms and legs were wrapped around me, and I rocked into him again and again, my senses obliterated, the room spinning around me.
The next thing I noticed was soft kisses down my neck and over my shoulder and Will’s fingertips tracing circles on my back.
I slowly pulled out of him, then leaned back so I could look at him. His hands went straight to my face and he kissed me softly, sweetly. He stared at me with something akin to wonder in his eyes.
Resting on my elbows, I put my hands to his face, pushing his hair off his forehead so I could see him clearly. “I have never…” I started, not sure what I was trying to say. “I’ve never experienced anything like that. That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
He smiled and rolled us over, settling himself on top of me. “I love you, too.” Then he looked at the clock on the bedside table. “And it’s only four o’clock in the afternoon,” he said with a grin. “We have a lot of time.”
I leaned up and kissed him. “Wanna stay in bed for a while?” I asked. “We could make out some more, order in some dinner, and then come back to bed.”
Will smiled. “That sounds perfect.”
“I meant what I said before,” I told him seriously. “Maybe after dinner, we could trade places…”
Will looked at me for a quiet moment. “Are you sure?”
I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. “I know you’ve got a big dick, but I’m game if you are.”
Will laughed, and his eyes shone as he kissed me with still-smiling lips. “Dinner first though, yes?”
“Actually, it was make out first, if I remember correctly.”
Will snorted and settled his weight on me. “Just as well you’re a great kisser,” he joked.
I held his face and asked, “Was it everything you thought it would be?” I had to know. “Was it worth the wait?”
His smile faded and his eyes bore into mine, and he nodded. “It was more,” he murmured before he kissed me deeply.
He was right. It was more. It was everything.
And later that night, when he topped me—when he made love to me—it was everything all over again.
Will and I got up late and were in the kitchen having a lazy breakfast when Carter and Isaac walked in.
They startled us, and considering we were wearing only our briefs, I was rather thankful Isaac was blind.
A smiling Carter cleared his throat. “Didn’t hear us come in?”
“Um, no,” I said with a laugh.
“Because Mark was singing,” Will said, blaming me. “Really badly. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Carter said. Then he slid his hand into Isaac’s and told him, “They’re eating pancakes in their underwear.”
“I figured as much. They smell like maple syrup and sex,” Isaac said with a knowing grin.
Will bit his lip and blushed, and Carter burst out laughing. “I take it the six-month drought is over?”
“Several times,” I said, not even trying to hide my smile.
“I think I’ll just go get dressed,” Will said.
He disappeared down the hall, and I put our plates in the sink and turned around to face the newlyweds, still just wearing my briefs. “How was the first night of wedded bliss?”
“About as good as your night, apparently,” Carter said.
I smiled at him, but said nothing else on the subject. “What time is your flight?”
“We fly out at five,” Isaac answered. “Hannah wants to take us, if that’s okay. I’m sure you’ll guys will find something to do…”
“I’m sure we will,” I agreed with a laugh. “Any house rules we need to know about while you’re gone?”
I was certain Carter would have a list written down somewhere, of times and routines for feeding Missy and Tiddles the Evil Cat, and instructions on the pool and the alarm, but it was Isaac who answered.
“Just don’t rearrange the furniture.”