Darius took two steps forward and shoved Marc up against the door, slamming it shut.
“Is this what you want?” Darius asked. “A second time?”
Marc could barely breathe; his chest felt tight, heavy. Finally he recovered enough to speak. “That’s hardly a secret.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you. I’ve wanted you every day since I met you.”
“This is a mistake.” Darius leaned in and kissed Marc’s neck. Marc tilted his head to the side, making it easier for Darius’s mouth to slide along his skin.
“Yes.” Marc wasn’t sure if he was agreeing with Darius—he was right, this was a mistake—or asking for more.
Darius growled. “We’re doing it anyway.”
Marc had no desire to contradict him.
Darius kissed him then, hard, and Marc groaned in response, pressing his tongue between Darius’s lips and flicking it over the roof of his mouth. Darius grabbed his hips and yanked him closer.
Marc felt as if Darius were trying to consume him. Once Darius gave in, he didn’t hesitate. What would it be like if he agreed to more?
Just enjoy this.
Marc would. God, yes, he’d enjoy it, but it wouldn’t be enough. In the past, he’d settled for scraps if that was all he could get. But now he wasn’t going to do that. Damn Riley for showing him how good a relationship could be.
Darius sank to his knees, and Marc sucked in his breath. Fuck, it was just like his fantasy from the fitting room, except without the measuring tape or any pretense. Darius looked up at him and grinned as he unfastened Marc’s pants.
“Don’t stop,” Marc said, his voice a whisper.
Darius didn’t. He pulled out Marc’s cock and stroked it, rubbing his palm over the head and making Marc so hard, he didn’t know how he’d last.
Then Darius flicked his tongue over the tip, and Marc jerked. Fuck.
Darius chuckled. “So damn eager.”
“Fucking right I am.”
Darius looked up as he drew Marc’s cock into his mouth, taking it down slowly, deeper and deeper. Marc fucking loved the intense heat as Darius swallowed around him, pulling Marc’s cock to the back of his throat.
“Holy fuck!”
Darius pulled back and then took him down again. Marc was desperate for him to go faster. He took hold of Darius’s head and tried to thrust deeper, but Darius squeezed his wrists and pulled off.
“Hands against the door.”
“No.” Marc wasn’t sure what the point of fighting was, but he refused to give in that easily.
Darius smirked. “Then you don’t get any more.”
“You’re fucking killing me.”
“Hardly.”
Marc glared at him, but after a few seconds, he pressed his hands to the cool wood. He needed to see where Darius was going with this.
Darius lifted Marc’s shaft so he could lick and suck his balls, and it felt so fucking good. Marc squeezed his hands into fists and pounded the door.
“Suck me,” he demanded.
Darius shook his head as he ran his tongue up the underside of Marc’s cock. Then, without warning, he took Marc down and began to suck in earnest.
“Fuck!” Darius was going to make him come in seconds.
Darius sucked him until he thought he’d lose his mind, but he wanted more.
“Want to taste you too,” Marc said. He wanted to show Darius what his mouth could do.
Darius pulled off, and Marc followed him to the rug that covered part of the room. Darius lay back on the floor, undid his pants, and pulled his cock out. “Get your pants off, and get over here.”
Marc nearly fell over as he tried to undress quickly. The sight of Darius there, hand around his stiff cock, jacking himself, had Marc salivating. Fuck, the man was gorgeous, and he seemed to know exactly what would make Marc even more lust-crazed.
Finally, he managed to kick off his pants and kneel next to Darius, pushing his hand away so Marc could stroke him instead. He bent and tongued Darius’s slit before taking him down his throat. Darius worked his hips, trying to get deeper. Then he grabbed Marc’s thigh and tugged, encouraging him to straddle Darius’s face.
Marc had never been a big fan of sixty-nine because it was too fucking distracting. Yet the thought of Darius’s lips wrapped around him as he swallowed Darius’s cock had him hard enough to drive nails.
Darius pulled Marc’s hips down until his cock brushed Darius’s lips.
Marc stroked Darius’s cock while he lowered himself and let Darius’s throat envelop his shaft. He worked his hips up and down while he licked Darius’s head like it was his favorite ice cream and he needed every drop.
Darius pushed Marc’s hips up so he could speak. “Quit holding back. Fuck my mouth. I can take anything you give.”
Marc sucked in his breath. “I—”
“Fucking do it.”
Marc brought his hips down, shoving his cock all the way into Darius, and Darius took it. He couldn’t slow down then. His concentration went to shit. He couldn’t do more than lick and tease while he worked his hips, driving deep into Darius’s throat. “Fuck! Gonna come. I can’t—”