“Because Christopher came in thirty minutes ago to open them and ask what you wanted for breakfast,” Mark informs me.
I jolt. “He barged in here?” I pull back to read Mark’s expression.
“He knocked,” Mark admits begrudgingly. “And I told him he could come in. You didn’t wake up, even when he opened the curtains. NowthatI didn’t tell him he could do. I was trying to let you sleep in more…”
I am going to have words with Chris immediately. I do notwant him coming in here while I’m in bed with Mark. Presuming that is, this will happen again. I’m hopeful it will. I overheat as I think about last night. It had been good. So, so good. I’ve worried the effect that my leg would have on getting intimate, and naturally I fussed that maybe Mark—or any other prospective partner—would be turned off by it…Okay, fine, honestly I’ve only been thinking about how Mark might react.
“Is this morning after regret, or are you just angry with Christopher?” Mark asks.
My gaze jumps to his face. “Do you regret—”
“No.”
Mark’s expression is earnest. I wonder what mine is like? Tomato-like, most probably. “I don’t either,” I mumble out, fighting past a wave of shyness.
Mark’s lips tug up at the corner. He leans in, pressing his mouth to the corner of mine. My lids flutter closed and I turn my face toward him, feeling his smile as our mouths connect. Mark guides me onto my back, rolling on top of me as his tongue teases against my lips. I wonder for a moment if Mark finds me easy, and in seconds, my hands are under his shirt and gripping at his back to pull his weight down on me.
Mark grumbles his approval, and the arm not supporting his weight grips my throat and pushes my head back to an exposing angle. His domineering touch draws an aroused moan out of me, and my hips jut up, seeking contact.
Mark chuckles, breaking the kiss and tightening his grip on my throat to keep me still. It’s not enough to constrict my breathing, but enough to make my cock twitch.
“Mark,” I whisper desperately.
“You’re too shy to talk to me in front of my friends, but not too shy to rub against my cock with your big brother in the next room?” Mark asks me in a low, teasing voice.
“I’ll be quiet,” I whisper. My shyness loses, big time, to lust. Maybe if Mark wasn’t squeezing my throat in such a way, it wouldn’t have.
“Will you? Alright then. Pull your shorts down,” Mark instructs me.
I feel around under the blankets, obeying with arousal, and push my shorts and underwear clear of my cock. I can’t get the fabric down any further.
“Good,” Mark murmurs. He releases my throat and his hand slips down my body until his fingers skim over my cock. I groan, jerking against his hand, and Mark buries his face into my neck, pressing heated kisses to my skin. I lose contact with his hand and seek it out with mine. I find him pushing down his own shorts, and shove at the fabric at his hips to help him along. His heavy cock comes free, touching mine. I draw in a sharp breath.
Mark rolls his hips against mine experimentally, then sets his elbows on either side of my head, propping up his weight. His hips keep moving, and I grip his sides, tilting my head back into the cushions as I release a drawn-out groan. Mark dips his face to mine, silencing my moans with kisses as he thrusts against me. Our cocks grind together, our stomachs providing friction, and soon I’m breathless as tension and heat build up.
I jerk my face away from Mark. He follows, drawing me into more nerve-exciting kisses, and I struggle, pushing against his chest. He finally lets me go, burying his face into my neck, moaning open-mouthed kisses against my skin. He thrusts against me, pace quickening.
My mouth freed, I drag in deep breaths, moaning his name as I push at him one second—getting that damned hot mouth away so I can breathe—only to pull him closer again the next, missing him as soon as he retreats. Mark nips my throat and I jerk, tensing abruptly. I arch into him, crying out as everything crashes into overload. I clutch at Mark through my orgasm, and his hips piston against me as a low groan slips out from between his parted lips. Our releases mix together on my shirt, and Mark’s movements gradually peter out. He captures my mouth once more, kissing me until our breaths level.
I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet and I’m already spent.
“If that’s you being quiet, I can’t wait to hear you when you’re not holding back,” Mark notes with a chuckle.
I make a noise of objection in my throat. “I tried to be!”
“Oh, no you didn’t,” Mark says, amusement clear in his voice. “You shoved me away so you were free to make as much noise as you liked.”
I—okay, Mark is right. “Do you think he heard?”
“I’m sure he didn’t,” Mark says, and I can tell at once that he’s only saying that to coddle me. “But…you’re okay, right? You aren’t going to stress out about that?”
I sigh. I will definitely be embarrassed by it. “I’m okay,” I grumble. “I know I’m safe with Chris.”
“Safe?” Mark repeats the word with a puzzled frown. “Why wouldn’t you…” he trails off as he takes in my hooded eyes. “I think another shower is in order,” he adds, changing gears before I can respond. “Close your eyes if you don’t want to see your leg.”
That’s all the warning I get before Mark tosses the covers off us and gets out of bed, taking me with him. I grunt in surprise and grab onto his shoulders. Mark pauses once we’re up and kicks off his boxers. His cock rests against mine, both of us soft against my thigh. I don’t give my stump a second thought, gazing down at our cocks touching. Mark is big, and everything feels so intimate like this, I act without thought. I grab his hair and lean in, pressing my mouth against his, and finally I manage to get my tongue into his mouth. For a second, anyway. Mark hums, tilts his head and regains the upper hand; I’m the one being devoured.
Mark sits on the bed, situating me carefully on his thighs. This position—with me on top and not pinned—means I can move my hips like I want. It’s desperate how I rut against Mark, and I reach down to grasp our reinvigorating cocks to hold them together.
