“You look so good kneeling there,” Royce growled. Lips brushed against the outer shell of Marc’s ear, and fingers tightened in his hair. “I can’t decide if you were born this perfect shade of honey or if I can see you laying stretched out on a nude beach somewhere along the Mediterranean.” There was a pause, but Marc didn’t speak because Royce hadn’t asked him a question. Royce tilted Marc’s head to the side and slowly licked up the side of his throat.
“Mmmmm…must be born this way.”
Marc shivered again. He was going to fucking come before Royce got his cock in his ass.
“I turned off the two cameras in this room. It’s just us.”
He gave a quick, jerky nod. The fucking cameras. He’d completely forgotten about the fact that cameras covered nearly every square inch of his home now. And in truth, he hadn’t cared. He might have teased Lucas just weeks ago about the porn-worthy exploits that went on in his penthouse, but he now found himself on his knees in his bedroom, practically whimpering with the need for Royce to take him.
Royce pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to the side of his head before walking around to stand in front of Marc. His eyes instantly fell on the sizeable bulge pushing against the zipper of his jeans. His mouth watered at the thought of pulling Royce free and sucking him down the back of his throat. He wanted to feel the weight of him on his tongue. Wanted to know his taste. His smell.
Royce placed two fingers under his chin and tilted Marc’s head up. A smirk lifted one corner of his mouth as if he could read his mind. “Before we start, I want to tell you that I plan to fuck you. I plan to have you suck my cock. I plan to have my mouth on every inch of your body. I want to know right now, truthfully, are you okay with my plans?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
His smirk grew into a wide grin. “Stay.”Chapter ThirteenMarc heard Royce leave the room, followed by the faint slap of his feet on the marble floor of the bathroom, but he couldn’t imagine why he’d left or what he could possibly be getting. Marc dropped his head back and bit his lower lip. He’d never expected Royce to be like this. The commanding, controlling side he expected. But the gentleness, the tenderness, they were just as intoxicating.
Seconds later, he could hear Royce returning, but when the man stepped in front of him again, holding the same black tie that he’d loaned Royce for the gallery show, his heart gave a little skip. There’d been others when he’d given up control that had tied him up. It hadn’t gone well. He could feel Royce’s eyes on his face, and he knew that he wasn’t hiding his own unease as well as he wanted to. He didn’t want to mess this up, didn’t want Royce to walk away.
Royce was different.
It had become a mantra that he kept repeating in his head.
Putting his wrists together, Marc lifted his hands and forced a smile. “I trust you.”
The smile on Royce’s lips became a little sadder. He put his hand on top of Marc’s hands and pushed them down before lifting the tie to run the satiny material across Marc’s bottom lip. “No, baby. That’s not what I’ve got in mind. Say it again.”
Marc stared at him in confusion for a moment before he realized what he wanted. “I trust you.” This time the words were easier. Freeing.
“Perfect.”
The last thing Marc saw as the tie covered his eyes was Royce’s smile.
Satin material pulled tight against his eyes, plunging him into darkness. Royce knotted it on the side of his head, probably so that it wouldn’t be under his head should he find himself lying down. And then Royce stepped away. Marc licked his lips, and clenched his fists at his sides, straining to hear Royce over the pounding of his heart in his ears. He did trust Royce, but that didn’t mean that excitement didn’t thrum through every fiber of his being as he waited, trying to anticipate what would happen next.
A strong hand wrapped around his throat from behind, tilting his head back, until it rested against Royce’s flat stomach. The other hand slipped down over his shoulder, sliding across his chest in a caress, making it impossible to hide that fast beat of his heart. His thumb brushed over his lower lip, tugging at it until Marc opened his mouth.
With his sight stolen, his sense of touch was that much sharper, his skin tingling with each motion of Royce’s hand. The soft hint of Royce’s warm scent wafting over him.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are? So beautiful. I’ve never met anyone who looks as perfect as you do.”