Page 68 of Beautiful Small Things

When we break apart, I realize I’m gripping his shirt tightly, and he’s still fully dressed. I reach for his sweats, but he steps out of my reach with a cocky smile.

“Uh-uh,” he taunts, placing the ball near me. “Bend over the ball.”

“But I want to see you,” I whine.

“You wanna see me, Baby?” he teases. “You want to explore?”

I bite my lower and nod. I feel like a child who has just received the best gift possible as he pulls his tee shirt over his head. He kicks off his shoes and shocks and stands before me as I trail my fingers across the waistband of his sweats, watching his abs contract under my touch.

Finally, I drop to my knees and yank his sweats down as his beautiful cock bounces against his abdomen. I silently thank God that he still has that piercing. I can’t wait to play with it.

Smiling up at him, I wet my lips and grab his erection, stroking him from base to tip, paying extra attention to the silver bar frenum piercing on the sensitive underside. It’s cool to my touch, an interesting juxtaposition to his hot, velvety skin.

Marcus touches my face as I look up at him, and that vulnerability passes between us for the second time. It’s almost too heavy to process, so I take the head of his cock and suck it into my mouth before I become overcome with emotion.

“Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. I flick his piercing with my tongue as I take him as deep as I can, coating his cock with saliva and causing my eyes to water. He moans in approval as I continue working his shaft and begin to suck and tug on his balls.

Suddenly he pulls me up and flips me over the ball. “I’m not coming in your mouth, Gorgeous. I’ve waited too long to be inside this beautiful cunt,” he says as he kneads my ass, pulling me apart.

With one long sweeping motion of his tongue, he licks the entire length of me, from my clit to my tight, puckered hole, taking his time to lick the area with his tongue. No one has ever done that to me, but it’s Marcus, and there’s no part of me I won’t allow him to have.

“I don’t have a condom, James,” he says with tightness in his voice. “Is that OK?”

“Yes, yes,” I pant. “There doesn’t have to be anything between us,” I tell him, and we both know I’m talking about more than a condom.

He’s kneeling behind me as he lines himself up with my entrance. I’m watching in the mirror as he feeds himself into me, one slow inch at a time. By the time he’s fully sheathed, I’m begging him to go faster and harder.

As he moves faster, I can only lay there, bent over the ball as it bounces back into him with every thrust. It feels so good that I never want it to end, as I can feel myself begin to tremble.

“That’s it, BJ,” he breathes as he reaches around and rubs my clit. “Let’s see this beautiful cunt cream all over my cock.”

I explode around him, convulsing and quivering as my limbs cease to work. I see stars as the sensations overtake me, and I scream through the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Fuck yes,” Marcus says behind me, and then in a second, before I’ve even had a chance to come down, he pulls out of me, spins me around, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us to the mirror and presses me up against it, kissing me furiously.

Within seconds he’s inside me, thrusting furiously as my entire body moves with him, sliding up and down the mirror. It’s even deeper this way; I can only hold on while he takes what he needs.

His piercing is dragging against my opening every time he pulls out and slams back in. I drop my head back and give in to the feeling as he thrusts faster and faster until finally, he stills, emptying inside of me. He continues to hold me, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his hands gripping my ass, until our breathing and heart rates begin to slow.

He carefully pulls out of me and sets me gently on the ground. There’s a moment where we just look at one another in awe of what just happened.

Marcus pulls my hand and we lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, connected only by our intertwined hands.

“Marcus,” I say softly with my eyes closed tightly, “I love you.”

He squeezes my hand tightly and responds. “I love you, James.”

That’s as much as we can manage at the moment. We can’t look at each other. This is a big step for both of us.

“Now, what?” I ask cautiously, still staring up at the ceiling.

“We should probably clean your ass print off that mirror,” Marcus jokes, and we both laugh. After a beat, he turns his head to look at me and adds, “Now we can do whatever we want.” He exhales loudly, adding, “I knew it would be like this. We burn like a fucking star.”

I smile as he says it, even though my brain reminds me of one immutable fact.

The problem with burning that hot is that stars eventually collapse under their own gravity and implode, leaving nothing but a black empty hole so deep that even the light can’t escape.

Chapter twenty-eight