Chapter Twelve

MARCUS DIRECTED me back to the A16 somewhere between the town of Louth and the village of North Thoresby, and at last I knew where I was. I drove back to Grimsby and parked on Marcus’ drive behind his Mini. He’d already invited me to go in and spend the rest of the evening with him, and I was filled with excitement as he unlocked the door and flicked on the light in the hall.

The house was a large terrace with a big old-fashioned kitchen and a lounge-diner that ran the entire length of the property from front to back. Marcus told me the bathroom was at the top of the stairs if I needed it, with the spare bedroom next to it at the back of the house, and his bedroom at the front. I went up to take a pee while he made coffee, and I couldn’t resist a little peek into his room.

The bedroom was large and had a wall of fitted wardrobes with glass doors. His bed was king-size with gray and white striped bedding. A small cabinet sat beside it with various items resting on top. There was a plastic bottle of water, an alarm clock, and a book by Chris Ryan. I wondered what he kept in the drawers, but I didn’t look. I imagined us lying in the bed together, and I began to get hard. I backed out of the room and went downstairs, but the damage was done. All I could think about was whether Marcus would touch me and whether he wanted me physically as much as he seemed to.

Marcus brought two mugs of steaming coffee from the kitchen, and we sat on the enormous leather sofa. He flicked a switch on the remote control, and the TV came to life. A quiz show was on, and Marcus searched through the channels until he came to one which showed films. Gone in 60 Seconds was starting, and he looked at me questioningly.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to see it.” I almost blurted out that I thought Nicholas Cage was hot, but I held my tongue and sipped my coffee instead.

We chatted idly as we watched the first half hour of the film. We sat close, but not touching, and despite the casual conversation and the nature of the film, I remained persistently hard. I sat with the leg closest to Marcus pulled up with my ankle resting on my other knee to disguise my condition. My hiking trousers were loose and my erection obvious. I gave it a surreptitious rub with the heel of my hand when Marcus took the empty mugs to the kitchen, but it only made things worse. I was aching and filled with excitement at the thought of what might happen, and at the same time I was nervous. I’d never felt this way with a man before. I didn’t want to be a disappointment to him, and as desperate I was, there was no way I would make the first move. And so I waited.

Marcus returned from the kitchen and sat down closer to me than before, with his thigh tucked under mine where I had it propped up. He rested his hand on my knee and I felt the heat of his palm through my trousers. My cock jumped, and I bit my lip to prevent a groan of frustration escaping. I could feel dampness in my underwear indicating I was leaking. If he did get around to touching me, I’d probably come in about five seconds. I shivered, and Marcus took his hand off my knee and slid his arm around me instead.

“You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

“A bit.”

“We don’t have to do anything. I just like having you here.”

“No, I want to,” I blurted. He’d clearly misread my anxiety. I pressed myself closer to him as his arm tightened around my shoulders. Reluctantly I lowered my leg and put my foot on the floor, knowing he only needed to glance down to see the enormous bulge in my trousers.

Marcus turned more toward me, the film forgotten. He lifted his free hand to my face and guided me into the position in which he wanted me before his mouth covered mine. I expected him to start with slow and gentle, but he thrust his tongue into my mouth, and our teeth bumped with the urgency of the kiss. I didn’t try to stop my moan of pleasure as I responded. I clutched at his shirt with both hands and poured myself into the kiss. My cock throbbed, and I edged even closer to him, longing to feel his hand on me. If he put his hand there now, I could easily come in my underwear.

I was forced to pull my mouth away from his to suck in a breath. Marcus ducked his head to my neck and nibbled on the sensitive spot between my ear and collarbone. I rolled my head back and whimpered as he grazed my skin with his teeth and soothed the spot with his tongue. He lowered his hand from my cheek to my chest and began to unfasten my shirt, one button at a time. He paused halfway down and slid his hand inside, stroking over my smooth chest. I groaned and swore under my breath when he found one of my nipples and pinched it between finger and thumb. It stiffened in response, and he moved his hand over to the other one, giving it the same treatment while I squirmed and trembled.

“You like that, huh?” Marcus looked up at me, and my half-closed eyes took in his enlarged pupils and broad grin.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Please.” My balls hurt with the need to come, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders. I wanted to grab his hand and push it down to my crotch. He continued touching me, tormenting me by taking it slow. He made his way down the rest of my shirt buttons and pushed the garment open so he could stroke my stomach. I looked down and noticed he was as hard as I was. The shape of his erection was even more obvious than mine, and I guessed he must be wearing loose boxers under his trousers. I imagined his cock pushing out through the opening in the front, eager for me to touch it. I lowered one hand to his chest and began to fumble with his buttons. I needed to do something with my hands.

When I slid my hand inside Marcus’ shirt, I felt the rough mat of his chest hair under my palm. I stroked my fingers through it and encountered one of his nipples, already stiff with arousal. I tweaked it and rolled it between my fingers the way he’d done with mine, delighted by the deep groan he let out. I continued caressing his chest while I undid the rest of his shirt buttons with my other hand. I already knew his stomach was as hairy as his chest, but I’d only been able to imagine how it would feel to touch him. I stroked both hands over him until he grasped my wrists and stopped me. I opened my eyes in surprise.

“This’ll be over before it starts if you keep doing that.” He laughed huskily and pushed me back against the sofa cushions. “Lie back. Any time you want me to stop....” He trailed off and put his hands on me again.

I didn’t want him to stop. I bit my lip as he stroked up and down my thighs, gradually getting closer to my groin without touching my balls or my cock. I gyrated my hips, and the brush of my trousers over my erection was almost too much. I clenched my fists and tried to breathe slowly. I’d never been so close to orgasm without coming.

At last Marcus stopped teasing me. He reached for my belt buckle, deftly unfastened it, and then popped the buttons on my trousers. The tip of my cock had forced its way out of my underwear and was dark and swollen where it had emerged from my foreskin. My tip glistened with precome and I almost lost control when Marcus rubbed his thumb over it.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “I’m not gonna last.”

“It’s okay. We’ve got plenty of time. Lift up.” Marcus hooked his thumbs into my trousers and underwear, and when I lifted my hips, he pulled both garments down to my knees. My erection slapped against my stomach and left a smear of fluid there. When Marcus wrapped his large hand around my shaft and gave it a couple of pumps, my balls tightened. I bucked my hips and tried to fuck his fist. I was so close, I couldn’t think about anything except my imminent release.

“Come for me, Tommy. Let go.” Marcus jerked me two or three more times and tipped me over the edge. My cock pulsed in his hand and shot thick strings of come onto my belly and chest. My cry of pleasure filled the room, and Marcus continued to stroke me gently as I rode it out, the last drops of my fluid dribbling over his fingers.

“Shit!” I gasped. I forced my eyes open and noticed he had his cock in his other hand. I hadn’t heard him unzip his trousers. He released me and swapped hands, using the mess on his fingers to lubricate himself. I watched, fascinated, as he pumped himself steadily. He was circumcised, and his cock was beautiful. The mushroom head was flushed purple, and the shaft was thick and so hard the veins stood out against the pale skin. Precome oozed from his slit, and I licked my lips, wishing I could taste it. I wanted to suck him, but I just lay there, breathless, watching him masturbate.

Marcus panted hard, his chest heaving and his forehead beaded with sweat. He moved his hand faster and pushed his underwear down farther so he could cup his balls in his free hand and tug on them. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and my spent cock twitched. It occurred to me that I was being selfish and I should offer to touch him, but he came then, before I could say anything. He caught most of it in his hands and continued stroking himself through it until he’d teased out the last drops. He was visibly trembling, and I pushed myself up from the cushions at last and met his eyes.

“That was so hot. I’m sorry I didn’t—”

“Don’t do anything you don’t want,” Marcus interrupted breathlessly.

“I do want. Next time.”

“Stay there a minute.” He got up and left the room. I heard him climbing the stairs, and when he returned, he had cleaned up and fastened his trousers. He had a damp cloth in one hand, which he used to wipe the mess off my skin and my half-erect cock. I whimpered as he rubbed me with the cloth far longer than was necessary. By the time he tossed it aside, I was fully hard again.

“You’re over-dressed,” I pointed out. “If you’re gonna play with me again, I want to touch you, too.”

Marcus grinned and shrugged his open shirt off his shoulders. He stood up, unfastened his trousers again, and pushed them and his underwear to his ankles in one quick move. Socks followed, and then he was naked. He wasn’t hard, not even a little bit, but he was still big and beautiful. I couldn’t stop looking at his cock head. I’d never seen a cut one in the flesh, and I couldn’t wait to touch it and take it in my mouth.

“Hell, Tommy, you’re gonna make me blush.” Marcus knelt on the end of the sofa and began to pull my socks off. “You’ve got too many clothes on here. The least you could have done is strip while I was getting mine off.” His eyes shone and he grinned at me. I loved the way he would tease me with words that sounded as if maybe he was annoyed but smile to show me it was only a joke. He always seemed to think about how things would make me feel.

He pulled my trousers and boxers from around my knees and tugged them off my feet. They joined his clothes on the floor and he stretched out next to me on the broad, four-seater sofa. He propped his head up on one hand and looked down at me.

“You look so gorgeous—all flushed and sexy.” I felt his cock move against my hip. “I know this is fast, but I want you to know I really care about you. I don’t want you to go home after this and feel like you have before.”

“I won’t. This is different.” My eyes stung and I blinked rapidly. “God, Marcus. I... I’m... I’m gonna end up falling for you.” I couldn’t quite bring myself to tell him I’d already fallen.

He didn’t say anything in return. His eyes smoldered as he looked down at me, and then he touched my face, so gently I barely felt the brush of his fingers. I closed my eyes, and he began to press light kisses all over my face—my cheeks, temples, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. I slid my arms around him and held on. My throat was tight, and I didn’t dare open my eyes in case tears spilled out of them. I felt something I’d never felt before in my life. I felt safe. I knew he’d never hurt me, and I felt safe to be myself.

The moment passed, and I became aware of Marcus’ growing erection pushing impatiently against me. Mine had softened, but it began to take notice again when I felt his hard length rub against my skin, and the light brush of the hair on his balls. His sac was soft and loose, and I slid my hand down to cup it. I rolled each of his balls in my palm and then squeezed both together. Marcus hummed his appreciation, and his erection throbbed against my leg. I slid my hand up to its base and curled my fingers around it. He was hard and hot, and I felt him pulse in my palm. Slowly I made my way up his length to the spongy head I’d been longing to touch. I looked down and watched as I traced the shape of the crown with one finger and stroked over the slit. A bead of precome oozed out, and I spread it around, then grasped him again firmly.

“Can I suck you?” I whispered.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Is it okay?”

“Fuck, yes.” He touched my face again and drew me into a warm kiss. When he let me go, we changed position. Marcus turned onto his back, and I rose and knelt between his feet. I didn’t dive right in and take him in my mouth, as much as I wanted to. I ran both hands up and down his thighs teasingly, the way he’d done with me. I let my thumbs dip into the creases where his thighs met his groin, and he shivered and groaned. His cock jumped against his stomach and leaked into the light covering of hair. I made my way back down to his knees, then up and over his hips, avoiding his cock. It rose an inch as if trying to reach me, and I noticed his balls had pulled up against his body. My erection strained upward, rock hard in response to what I was doing. I wanted to stretch out full length on top of Marcus and rub our cocks together, but I stayed where I was, teasing him.

Marcus groaned again and clenched his fists at his sides. I wondered if he was restraining himself from touching his cock. He was probably aching. I lowered one hand between his thighs and cupped his balls again, then bent toward them. I drew one gently into my mouth and sucked on it, while I rolled the other around between my fingers. Marcus tensed under me and began to pant. When I glanced up, his chest was heaving and his stomach quivering. His cock was so hard I could see the veins. I released his balls and extended my tongue to lick at his base.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, Tommy. I’m not gonna last long... again.”

I chuckled and continued licking up his shaft toward his swollen cock head. It was shiny and oozing, and I circled it with the tip of my tongue. I tasted the sharp tang of precome and opened my mouth to draw him inside. Marcus whimpered, and his hips jerked. I took him firmly in my hand, lowered my head, and took a couple of inches of his length into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around and pressed it flat against the thick vein in the underside of his shaft. As I moved my hand up and down, I bobbed my head, stroking and sucking and licking simultaneously. I took his balls in my other hand again and caressed them. I could feel how close he was, and for the first time in a very long time, I loved what I was doing. This gorgeous, wonderful man who cared about me was writhing beneath me, gasping and moaning, and it was me making him feel like that. I wasn’t doing it because I was ordered to or because I wanted some stranger to like me. I was doing it because I loved him and I wanted to make him feel good.

“Tommy... babe... I’m close,” he warned breathlessly. “If you... want to stop....”

“Mm mnh,” I mumbled. I dropped my head forward, relaxed my throat, and took him deeper for a few seconds. I swallowed around him until he cursed and shuddered, and then I pulled off until only the head of his cock remained in my mouth. I jerked him hard and fast, and immediately he pulsed on my tongue. I tasted him, salty and sour, and I swallowed and sucked out the last few drops.

“Fuck... stop....” Marcus hissed. He pushed at my head and ground his teeth. “Too much.”

I pulled off and sat up, a grin on my face a mile wide. I didn’t move until Marcus opened his eyes and looked up at me.

“God, I can’t move.” He laughed breathlessly and reached for my hand. “Come here. Lie down with me. You’re gonna have to give me a few minutes before I can return the favor.”

“You don’t have to.” I squeezed into the gap between his heated body and the cool back of the leather sofa. I was achingly hard, but I didn’t care about that. I hooked one leg over Marcus and draped my arm across his chest. He slid his arm under my neck, cupped the back of my head, and guided it down to rest against his shoulder.

“That was so good,” he whispered. “And I will return the favor. In a minute.”

I didn’t have to wait long. Despite having come twice, he seemed to recover his energy quickly. He slid his hand between our bodies and palmed my erection. He turned his head and kissed me long and deep. I was reluctant to let him go when he pulled away and worked his way down my body. I loved kissing him, but the way his lips caressed every part of me they touched turned me to jelly. He tugged at each of my nipples in turn with his teeth and then sucked on them until they tingled. He made the rest of his journey down to my cock last for what seemed like an interminable length of time. By the time he circled my navel with his tongue, my cock was bumping his chin impatiently, and I couldn’t keep my groans of pleasure and frustration inside. I writhed under him, silently begging him to take me in his mouth.

It was so long since anyone had done this for me. A few of the men I’d dated after Colin had given me blow jobs, but they’d been hurried, sometimes reluctant, and they’d never left me feeling particularly happy. I’d always wanted something more—cuddles and caresses, loving kisses, something that made me feel important.

I moaned loudly as Marcus finally reached my cock and licked the tip. He took my length in one hand and rolled my foreskin back, while he continued to tease and taste me. I reached down to touch his head and dragged my nails through his short hair. Lying still was virtually impossible, and I fought against bucking up hard into his mouth.

I didn’t last much longer than I had the first time. A few minutes with him stroking and sucking and rubbing over my hole with the tip of one finger, and I shot my load into his throat. When he released me and sat up, I lay there weakly, my chest heaving and a sheen of sweat covering my body. I was completely spent.

I opened my eyes to find Marcus lying beside me, gently stroking my damp hair out of my face. He was gazing at me adoringly, and I realized he’d put his underwear on and draped his shirt over me.

“Oh, shit. Did I fall asleep?” I was mortified.

“Only for a few minutes.” Marcus chuckled and kissed my cheek. “I feel like doing the same.”

“I should... um... I should probably go,” I said reluctantly.

“You can stay with me if you want. I’m sure you don’t feel like getting up and driving.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Text Sarah, though, or she and her mum will have my guts next time I come ‘round.”

I grinned, and my heart fluttered with delight at the thought of sleeping in his arms. For once, I didn’t consider whether or not we might have sex later, or in the morning. All I could think about was falling asleep with him holding me.

I found my phone and sent Sarah a text while Marcus gathered up the rest of his clothes and went upstairs to use the toilet and brush his teeth. He’d told me to follow him when I was ready. I put my underwear on, placed the other items neatly on the sofa, and headed upstairs.

“There’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom cupboard!” Marcus called out from his bedroom. Relieved, I found it. The last thing I wanted was to wake up with come-breath and not be able to kiss him. I scrubbed vigorously, then had a pee and made an effort to quickly wash in the sink with handfuls of soapy water.

I switched off the light and walked slowly along the landing to the bedroom. A faint glow of a lamp lit the room, and Marcus lay under the duvet at one side of the bed, with his hands folded behind his head.

I’d never felt more nervous in my life. It was ridiculous. I’d only ever spent the night with Colin, and for at least two years of that time, I’d fallen asleep in fear. Now I was afraid of.... I didn’t know what I was afraid of. Fucking up, maybe. Snoring. Waking up and finding out he regretted what we’d done. Waking up to find him gone.

He’s not going to be gone. It’s his house, you twat.

“Tommy, come here.” Marcus folded back the top of the duvet on the empty side of the bed and patted the mattress. He turned onto his side and stretched his arm out just below the pillow. When I lay down, shivering, his arm was under my neck. He pulled the cover up over me and slid closer. He did everything I needed him to do right then. He folded both arms around me and held me tight. He stroked my hair and kissed my ear and whispered that he couldn’t wait to wake up with me. And when he turned off the light and rolled onto his back again, he kept his arm around me, and his other hand held mine in the middle of his chest. When I dozed off, I felt safe and I felt loved.