I was nothing if not efficient when given the right motivation.
Marshall chuckled when I sat back down, eager for my show to begin, and gave my rock-hard cock a quick squeeze to stop it from getting too excited. “Socks, too, please.”
His chuckle became an outright laugh when I pouted.
“Not until you lose your pants,” I grumbled, giving my cock a tug, swiping my thumb over the slit to spread the precum already leaking everywhere.
“Why, of course,” Marshall responded, turning around to tease his jeans over his slim hips with his thumbs, catching his tight boxer briefs as he went, and peeking back over his shoulder at me with hooded eyes. “I did offer those terms, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you…,” I said, trailing off when his jeans popped past his ass, revealing his firm behind.
Was I drooling? I felt like I was drooling.
I lifted a hand to wipe at the corner of my lips.
Yup. Definitely drooling.
Grinning slyly, he tucked his cheek into his shoulder before he slowly bent over to drag his pants down his legs, gradually revealing each inch of his smooth, unblemished skin. By the time he stepped out of his pants, his muscles shifting in such tantalizing ways that I felt mesmerized by every movement, I was a groaning mess.
Before he thought about rising, he took hold of his ass cheeks and pulled them apart for the briefest of moments, just long enough to give me a peek at what he was offering.
Goddamn I wanted in that tight little pink hole.
“Socks,” he chided, snapping me out of my haze, before he removed his own and slowly unfolded himself, making sure to keep his back to me. He grabbed his cheeks again and massaged them, letting them sneak apart once or twice to tease me.
“Gah….” I reluctantly let go of my dick and brought up one foot, then the other to divest myself of the offensive material,flinging them to the side so they could be found sometime next year.
When I looked up again, I found that Marshall had taken my distraction as an opportunity to approach and now stood in front of me, his gorgeous, flushed cock on proud display.
He ran his thumb down the length, pushing down until he reached the tip. He hovered there for a moment before he slid off, letting his cock rebound to thwack against his stomach.
I felt my fingers twitch with the need to touch him, but I also didn’t want to stop the show he was putting on for me, so I kept my hands to myself and waited for his next instruction.
“Scootch back, babe,” he murmured, tapping my shoulder. “I want to ride you.”
With whatever brain cells I had left working guiding me, I slid back until I was in the middle of the mattress, lay back, and gripped the base of my dick again as I watched him watch me.
A swell of pride swept through me when I realized that it didn’t look like I was the only one drooling.
Before climbing onto the bed after me, he stepped over to the bedside table nearest him. “Lube and condoms?”
“Bottom drawer, but not that one.” I tipped my chin at the other bedside table, never taking my eyes off him. “That one.”
Although I’d regularly bought plenty of lube over the last few years, I’d never been so glad that I’d bought a small box of condoms in a fit of rage after Jackson had left than I was right that second. Though I’d been determined to hit the nearest club for a hookup in a misguided sense of revenge once I found myself single again, I’d not found myself in the position of using any. There had never seemed to be enough hours in the day to get everything done around the farmandthink about finding someone I could have some fun with, so the box remained unopened.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if it still had its plastic wrapping.
Sure enough, when Marshall opened the drawer and rummaged around until he found the supplies, he picked up the still-sealed box and tossed it to me with a smirk. “I’m not going to ask how long it’s been.”
I scrambled at the plastic, desperate to get the damn box open. “Probably a wise idea.”
Gripping the bottle of lube, he climbed onto the bed and walked on his knees over to me before he clicked open the lid and doused his fingers. “Do you think you’ll have that open and one on by the time I finish prepping myself?”
The box went flying as I swallowed my tongue. “Urgh….”
“I’ll take that as a maybe, then.” He leaned over me to grab the box, letting his slick fingers teasingly graze my cock as he moved, smirking again when I groaned at the fleeting touch.
Fucking hell, this wasn’t going to last long.
