Mark makes a strangled noise. “Moaning my name is off-limits while your brother’s in the house. Got it?”
I simply can’t agree, not when his fingers are working my muscles so expertly.
“It’s not even my leg you’re massaging,” I complain.
Mark grunts. He returns his attentions to my leg, and I vie between turned-on and so goddamn relaxed I’m at risk of turning into a puddle.
“Have you taken massage courses?” I ask.
“No.”
“Ah. It’s experience from all your hook-ups—” I yelp. Mark flips me and I end up with a mouthful of sheets. It drowns my initial complaint, and then Mark’s hand is against my nape and his body hovers over me. The weight of his knees appear on either side of my hips and the bed dips above my head where his arm must be set as his spicy cologne overwhelms me.
“I don’t know what kind of hook-ups you’ve had, but mine don’t typically involve full-body massages,” Mark says against my ear.
If Tommy saw Mark pinning me like this, or Chrisfor that matter, Mark would be fighting for his life. I die of arousal, heating throbbing through my core as my cock decides it’s done being relaxed—it’s very much paying attention now.
I squirm, breathing heavy.
Mark’s hips lower down, sinking his weight onto my bottom half, and I rut my ass against his hardening cock.
Mark’s lips touch against my ear in the whisper of a kiss. “Tommy got himself in a fuss about me being rough, and yet look how fast that got you hard?”
I groan.
“Shh,” Mark releases my nape and his top half presses down on me then, too. I slide one arm up, the other down, using them to push up as much as I can to get enough leverage to thrust my hips. I can feel the outline of his cock, and it’s intoxicating that I’m the one making him react and harden.
Mark exhales harshly against my neck, and I gasp as his mouth presses against my nape. He trails kisses to the top of my spine. I shudder and move more urgently, trying to find friction between Mark and the bed.
Both of us breathe harder as I rut against him, and Mark’s hand slips between me and the bed, and I whimper as fingers slip into my mouth. “Careful, Kyle,” Mark murmurs. “Moan any louder and Christopher will know you’re having your way with me in here.”
I slow, panting, and worry that I’ll bite Mark. I’m close to coming and I don’t want to hurt him.
“All done?” Mark teases, nipping my ear. “Want me to take over?”
He thrusts his hips forward, cock sinking into the space between my cheeks, and his larger body pushes me into the sheets. I can’t move an inch, and it tips me over the edge. I climax, moaning around Mark’s fingers, and jerk my hips desperately as I come. My movement peters out and I mumble around the obstruction in my mouth.
Mark kisses my cheek and withdraws his fingers.
“Did I bite you?” I ask, panting.
“Hmm. You did,” Mark hums. He rolls me onto my back, and his nose nudges mine. “Why don’t we do what you suggested last time?”
I’m breathing hard, my body coming down from my high. I nod and reach down to pull my shirt up.
“Hold it there,” Mark instructs.
I hear a zip and a wet squelch. I can feel the movement of air just above my bare stomach. I wish I could see.
Mark’s breath exhales on my face. His nose nudges mine again, and then his mouth slants over mine and his tongue is in my mouth. I remember to hold my shirt up with one hand. The other I sink into Mark’s hair, loving how his soft curls tangle around my fingers.
I try to get my tongue into Mark’s mouth like before, but it ends up in a tangle in my mouth instead. Overestimated, I groan, trying to say his name.
Mark’s breath falters. His hips suddenly buck forward, and I feel the first splatter of hot semen on my stomach, followed by more as Mark unloads on me. I whimper at how good it feels.
Mark breaks the kiss and lifts his weight.
“I want to see,” I whisper, hoarse.
