Page 57 of Every November

He wastes no time taking me to the back of his throat. He moves his tongue around the head of my cock, and looks up at me in a way that slams into my chest. It feels like he’s worshiping me.

“Marcus,” I gasp, my fingers gripping his blond strands.

He hums around me in acknowledgment as he continues to bob on my shaft until I’m a moaning mess. The wet sounds are filthy. He’s fucking good at this, his tongue doing this wicked thing on the underside of my cockhead every time he pulls back, his hand working my base in a twisting motion that’s making my toes curl.

He pulls back, releasing me with a soft, wet pop that makes me shiver. He looks up at me, his eyes hazy with a smug, self-satisfied smirk playing on his face.

“Fuck, your mouth is heaven,” I groan.

He smirks at me. “Condoms and lube are in the table to your right, mind grabbing them for me?”

“Sure, but you have to do one thing for me first.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

I push myself up onto my elbows, letting the silence exist as the tension grows for a moment before I open my mouth. “Come up here and feed me your cock. It’s not fair you get to have all the fun.”

The shock on Marcus’s face is incredibly satisfying. His eyes widen, his jaw goes slack, and for a split second, the confident façade crumbles, revealing he’s just as turned on and desperate as I am.

Then he’s back.

“That what you want?” he challenges.

“Yes,” I confirm, nerves lacing my voice slightly, but I don’t care. Marcus already knows just how wild I am for him.

He moves up my body, swinging his leg over my chest so he’s straddling me with his strong, tattooed thighs, his knees on both sides of my head. He looks down at me, strands of hair falling into his eyes. He’s so fucking hot, and he’s all mine. At least… for now.

He grips his cock and positions it in front of my mouth. The bead of precum on the tip has me salivating.

“Open up,” he commands.

I do, my lips parting in invitation, but I don’t wait. I lean forward, licking over his head, tasting the salty precum before wrapping my lips around his tip and sucking, hard. My hands come up to grip his strong thighs, feeling the muscles flex and tense under my touch. He starts to move slowly, but I don’t want him to be gentle. I want him to lose control.

I relax my throat and take him deeper, encouraging him with a moan that vibrates around him. He gets the message and his control shatters.

Marcus grips the headboard with one hand, the other tangling in my hair, holding me in place as he starts to fuck my mouth. His hips snap forward, driving his dick deeper with every thrust until he hits the back of my throat. I take everything he’s giving me, my eyes watering, my lips stretched wide around his girth. I’m a mess of drool and desire, my own cock throbbing, but I ignore it. He always worships me so thoroughly, and now, it’s his turn.

“Fuck, Evan,” he growls, looking down at me, his expression a mixture of awe and need. “Your mouth... so fucking good.”

I look up at him, my vision blurred with watery eyes, and let him see how much I want this. How much I want him. His eyes darken at the sight, and his thrusts become more erratic.

I reach up and cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm, but then he pulls back and I gasp for air.

He moves off me, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat. He reaches for the condoms and lube in the nightstand since I never took them out.

“On your stomach.”

I flip over, the cool sheets of his bed feel good against my overheated skin.

Marcus squeezes the lube directly on my hole and I feel his fingers start to massage around me. He pushes one in and my body welcomes him immediately. “Hurry,” I request, feeling as impatient as ever to get him inside of me.

To my surprise, Marcus adds a second finger, then a third without teasing me. Being full of him is all I want and he’s giving it to me freely.

I hear the tear of the condom wrapper, more lube being dispensed, and I’m beyond ready for him to fuck me like I’m his. He kneels around my spread legs and he grips my ass cheeks, spreading me open for him. I shiver as I anticipate feeling his cock against my hole.

Instead, I feel the slick head of his cock slowly sliding down my ass. It’s a tease. So much for him skipping that part. My hips shift back, trying to urge him where I want him, but he just chuckles. He drags his cock over my hole, pausing to press the head against it, just enough to make me gasp, before moving on. Sliding his erection up and down.

“Marcus, please,” I whimper.