Pouting, Gerard tried one more pleading look. When Marcus shook his head with an affectionate chuckle, the young man let his eyes drift closed and squeezed the base of his cock, remembering the feeling of his lover’s hand. “Your hands are so big,” he groaned. “They feel so good on my cock.” It didn’t take long with Marcus’s eyes on him. He moaned, writhed and fucked his hand until his chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. His balls tightened; his eyes locked on his lover standing next to the bed. “Kiss me,” he panted, licking his lips. “Kiss me while I come.”
With a soft growl, Marcus moved from where he’d been frozen, swooping down next to the bed. He captured Gerard’s face between his hands and kissed him voraciously, pouring all the heat and passion that flooded him into it.
Gerard whimpered, lifting up into the kiss, body trembling. His hand flew as he sucked the fresh minty taste from Marcus’s tongue. “God, oh, God,” he cried. His cock surged and creamy white liquid covered his hand. He collapsed boneless on the pillows, lazily stroking his spent cock, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Marcus purred as he caught Gerard’s gasps. With a grin he looked down to see the other man’s slick hand, and he reached out and pulled it to his lips, licking some of Gerard’s come from his fingers. “Something else to remember you by,” he murmured, swirling his lover’s flavor on his tongue, banishing the taste of toothpaste.
The sated man groaned, his cock twitching against his belly. “I’ll be right here when you get back,” he murmured sleepily. Marcus turned to leave reluctantly, and Gerard reached out to grab his pants. “Don’t be gone long.”
GERARD pulled the covers up on Marcus’s bed. He was sure there were housekeepers to see to such duties, but he felt guilty about how badly they had destroyed it. As he rearranged and fluffed the pillows, he realized he was just stalling, trying to figure out exactly what he should do next. Last night, he’d had an assignment, a role to play as co-host. Today, with the focus shifted from social to business, he wasn’t quite sure what his place was. A naughty thought shot through his mind, causing his lips to twitch.
He shouldn’t. But he was going to. Marcus would learn not to leave him to his own devices unless he was comfortable dealing with whatever Gerard’s fertile imagination would devise.
Strolling nonchalantly down the stairs, Gerard greeted several of the guests from the night before who were either leaving from or returning to their rooms. He stopped to exchange pleasantries with Mr. Namonra, who mentioned he was eager to discuss a new service contract with Marcus that afternoon. Millicent Ratterly passed as they were talking, and Gerard lifted her hand to his lips with a smile and a wink that he wouldn’t have added if the woman had been on his side of eighty. She giggled like a teenager, blushing and shooting him looks over her shoulder as she walked down the hall.
Finally extracting himself, Gerard stopped in the kitchen to ask about the day’s schedule. Experience had taught him that no one knew more about a home than those who fed its inhabitants. Armed with both Marcus’s present and next location, he headed quickly to the older man’s office to get set up before Marcus and John arrived. Kicking his shoes out of sight behind the couch, he folded himself comfortably under the large mahogany desk.
It wasn’t long before his quarry and John entered. Marcus moved behind the desk as he talked about a real estate deal in the hundreds of millions of dollars, apparently John’s hundreds of millions of dollars. He sat in the comfortable leather chair and leaned back, listening as John answered with his concerns.
Gerard ran his hands up Marcus’s legs, grinning as he felt the muscles clench under his fingers and the almost unnoticeable hitch in his lover’s breath. His thumbs drew circles to either side of the already prominent bulge. Marcus’s slightly strained voice replied to something John said, and Gerard leaned close, his mouth hovering over the hard ridge, allowing his hot breath to seep through the thin fabric.
Facing John, Marcus struggled to keep his voice even and his face composed, succeeding in hiding his shock. Gerard. His new lover was definitely a rascal. He’d warned Marcus about the dangers of leaving him alone… Marcus swallowed as he felt his cock harden even more, painfully pushing against the fabric of his pants.
Letting his teeth graze up the hard length, Gerard mouthed the head with his lips. He was careful not to linger too long. Marcus didn’t need an obvious wet spot. His hand joined his mouth in teasing the erect cock.
Marcus’s voice wavered, and he feigned a cough to cover it, the percussion just pushing his cock harder against Gerard’s mouth. Hoping against hope the phone would ring so he could kick John out, Marcus forced himself to focus on the discussion at hand.
Gerard’s nimble fingers worked Marcus’s belt and zipper as quietly as possible, letting his fingers trail inside the open trousers, grazing warm, smooth skin. He pulled the stiff treasure free of the fabric. The tip of his tongue traced the heavy vein from base to tip, placing a wet, open-mouthed kiss on top of the broad head. Taking a risk, he whispered softly, “I’m gonna suck you until you could care less if John hears you scream.”
Freezing in place, Marcus heard the quiet whisper and the promise in it, but since John continued on, prompted by his grunts of acknowledgement, he knew the other man hadn’t heard. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair, hand tightening on the pen as he felt the hot heat of Gerard’s mouth close on his throbbing dick.
Wanting Marcus undone, Gerard sucked strongly, sliding the entire length deep in his throat, his tongue fluttering against the head as he moved up for air. His fingers formed a tight ring, gliding easily over the wet, slick shaft. Mouth and hand worked in tandem, driving the blond higher. He couldn’t quite stifle a soft moan when one of Marcus’s hands slipped beneath the desk to tangle in his hair, guiding his head. If they’d been alone, he’d have begged Marcus to fuck his mouth and come on his face. Just the thought sped his actions.
Marcus could feel himself losing control. “John,” he interrupted, forcing his voice to be as even as possible, “Could you give me a few minutes? I just remembered that I need to make an important phone call.” Thankfully, the other man agreed and departed with only an odd look at Marcus. Marcus didn’t care. As soon as the other man shut the door, he rolled his chair back, pulling his saliva-slick cock right out of Gerard’s mouth as he buried both hands in his lover’s hair. “Rascal,” he said dangerously.
Looking up at his lover through a dark fringe of lashes, Gerard gave voice to his desires. “Let me taste you,” he rasped. “Fuck my mouth.” Scooting forward, his swollen lips closed over the purpled head as he gave himself over to Marcus’s guidance.
“Christ,” Marcus muttered, sliding forward in the chair as his cock was engulfed. He pushed himself to his feet, Gerard moving with him, and soon he was shifting his hips, pulling out and pushing in, hands clenching in his lover’s hair. It was so fucking hot and wet, and Marcus grunted as he thrust harder and faster, fulfilling Gerard’s request as his cock bumped against the back of the other man’s throat.
Gerard knelt on the plush carpet at Marcus’s feet, humming his pleasure, his hands clutching Marcus’s hips. Opening his eyes, he looked up, watching the look of unadulterated bliss on his lover’s face. He felt his own cock twitch and surge in his pants. He’d never come just from giving pleasure before, but he was damn close. He hadn’t intended to do anything but get Marcus off, a sort of quid pro quo for teasing him this morning, but since Marcus had dismissed John, why not? He lowered a hand to his own fly, quickly opening it and pulling his cock free.
Marcus’s eyes flashed with rampant hunger. “Yeah, pretty, let me see you get yourself off on sucking my cock. I want to see you out of control,” he said harshly, his hands holding Gerard’s head gently despite his rough thrusts into the younger man’s mouth. “When I see you spill, I’m gonna come hard and hot down your throat, and you’re gonna swallow every bit and thank me.”
Gerard moaned, fisting himself erratically. He had never reall
y gotten off on being submissive, but there was something about the older man’s confidence that aroused him when Marcus talked to him that way. His thighs trembled as he spilled over his hand, creamy droplets spattering the charcoal gray carpet. A deep groan vibrated up from his chest as he sucked on Marcus’s cock hungrily.
“Oh yeah, my Rascal, such a hot, dirty little mouth, suck me in.” And with a groan, Marcus was coming, his hips snapping to ram his cock against the back of Gerard’s throat.
Gerard swallowed, sucked, and swallowed more, refusing to relinquish Marcus’s cock even as the older man stumbled backwards and collapsed to his chair. He settled between the spread knees, suckling the softening length until his lover’s body twitched with every touch on his over-sensitive flesh. Letting the cock slip from between his abused lips, he rubbed his cheek along Marcus’s inner thigh like a cat asking to be petted, head coming to rest on his leg. “I really didn’t intend for you to run John off,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse from the intense session. “Just thought I’d make good on my promise.” He grinned up at his lover, his expression turning thoughtful. At some point in the last day and a half, Marcus had changed from a pleasant weekend fling to his lover. That was going to take some processing, but in the meantime, the older man had a meeting to finish. He stood up and started to straighten the mussed clothing.
Sighing as he tucked himself back into his pants, Marcus reached out and snagged Gerard’s arm, pulling him into his lap and capturing his mouth in a long, soft, wet, lingering kiss that promised more to come soon. Once their lips parted, he breathed. “Rascal.”
Gerard stood again on slightly shaky legs, making sure he was at least somewhat presentable. He wiped his hand on the tail of his shirt before tucking it in. He could sneak back to the room and clean up before lunch. Stealing one more kiss, he slipped on his shoes and exited through the balcony doors.
Marcus watched him go, whispering to his disappearing form, “My Rascal.” HAVING apologized and finished his meeting with John – successfully – Marcus grinned as they shook hands and the other man went off to find something to drink. Rolling his shoulders, Marcus decided he wanted to celebrate the very, very lucrative deal he had just sealed, and finding Gerard would be a fabulous start. Preferably, fucking him ’til he screamed with pleasure would be included. Oh, he loved to hear Gerard scream his name.
Greeting a few of the other relaxing guests, Marcus took the stairs two at a time and entered his suite, shutting and locking the door. Hearing the shower, he smiled, stripped down, and padded into the bathroom, already stroking himself in anticipation. The slim outline within the silvered glass only whetted his appetite.
Gerard leaned back into the shower of water, eyes closed, letting it sluice over his face and body. Unlimited hot water was a luxury he didn’t have at his apartment. He’d chosen it for the wonderful studio space, not the plumbing. His mind conjured an image of Marcus, naked in the light from the two-story windows. His fingers itched with the desire to form the blond’s sculpted muscles in clay. His lips parted, and he sighed.
“I could listen to that all day,” Marcus murmured, standing at the entrance to the tiled walk-in shower. “I hope that moan was for me.”
Gerard opened his eyes, turning slowly with a smile. “I’ll moan for you all day long if you want me to. You missed your shower this morning,” he invited, pushing open the glass door.
Stepping into the steamy enclosure, Marcus pulled the door shut behind him and slid arms about the warm, wet body. He made a noise of contentment, burying his face in black, waterlogged hair.
Gerard curled around Marcus, skin sliding against skin. “Mmmm. How’d you manage to disappear so fast?” “Was almost done, really, just nitpicking when we got to the office,” he murmured. “Then, for some reason, I was more motivated than ever to get finished.” He licked down Gerard’s neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh behind his ears. “Fuck, you’re like a drug in my blood,” he groaned, shifting to rock his half-hard cock against Gerard’s thigh. “I haven’t gotten off this many times so close together for years.”
Gerard laughed, arching his neck, granting Marcus easier access. “Maybe I should change my name to Viagra?” he teased, sliding his leg between the older man’s thigh and rubbing against Marcus’s interested erection.
“I like your name as it is, Rascal,” Marcus growled, biting into Gerard’s shoulder as he slowly rutted against him, feeling the desire curl in his gut.
“I like it best when you’re screaming it as you come.” Gerard turned in Marcus’s arms, guiding one hand down to his cock, bracing himself against the tile and pushing his ass back into Marcus’s groin. “Hand jobs and blow jobs are great, but I really want to feel you inside me,” he begged.
Marcus cursed colorfully. “I didn’t bring a condom, pretty,” he groaned, fingers gripping Gerard’s hips as he dropped his head to the other man’s shoulder.
“Fuck!” Gerard cursed, glaring playfully over his shoulder. “Next time your interrupt a perfectly good shower, make sure you come prepared.” He winked. With a sigh, Marcus made to move to the door, but Gerard stopped him. “Stay. I have serious fantasies about this shower that you’re about to fulfill. I’ll be right back.” Grabbing a towel off the heated rack, he slung it carelessly around his hips as he shot into the bedroom. Marcus leaned back against the wall and let the water splatter all over him. He knew he was in for a wild ride. And he couldn’t wait.
Gerard stumbled back into the bathroom, losing his grip on the towel as he attempted to hold it, a handful of condoms and two bottles. Giving up, he let the towel fall to the floor. The other things were far more important. Stepping back into the steamy shower, he set his booty on the tile ledge, holding out one of the bottles to Marcus. “Pina-colada flavored,” he provided with a sultry look back over his shoulder as he turned around, presenting his ass to Marcus, “and it would be a crime not to taste a flavored lube, don’tcha think?”
“Taste it? I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” Marcus replied with a grin, accepting the bottle and squeezing some lube onto his fingers.
“It’s been almost eight hours since you fucked me last. You have to open me up somehow,” Gerard replied innocently. Growling, Marcus shoved Gerard closer against the wall and dropped to one knee, sliding his lubed fingers down through his cleft, then spread his cheeks and thrust his tongue right into him. “Fuck!” Gerard’s head fell against the tile with a thump, spreading his legs wider. “If you ever decide to give up the whole millionaire business mogul thing, you have awesome potential as a prostitute,” he said breathlessly.
Marcus laughed against Gerard’s ass, sucking and licking and thrusting and biting as he tried to drive his lover wild. At the same time, he slid a lubed finger into him, sinking deep and aiming for his prostate, wanting to hear him howl.
Between the assault of Marcus’s tongue and fingers, Gerard’s legs were threatening to give out, and what had started as an encouraging moan was reaching the level of an all-out scream. “God, Marcus, fuck…” He reached around, attempting to pull the older man to his feet. “Need you, want to come with you inside me,” he pleaded.
Rising from his knees, Marcus made quick work of rolling on the condom and slicking himself up. He pushed Gerard against the wall again with a firm hand against his lower back, nudged in between his legs with one knees, and after lining himself up, thrust in hard. “Fuck!” he hissed as he was sucked deep into Gerard’s tight hole.
“God, don’t stop,” Gerard panted, pushing back into the penetration. “Move! Fuck me!” With a strangled moan, Marcus bent his knees and started pushing up into him, pulling back slowly and then in again, ramming hard, encouraged by Gerard’s breathy gasps. “I told myself I’d fuck you until you screamed,” he growled. “You scream so pretty for me. I like hearing it.”
“So make me scream,” Gerard challenged, already biting his lip stave off his orgasm. Grunting, Marcus drove into him, his thrusts pushing Gerard’s body up the slick
tile, and gravity forcing him back down on Marcus’s cock. The older man’s hands dug into his hips, sure to leave bruises. “Christ, I still want you,” he ground out as he fucked him as hard as he could, the sensations driving him swiftly to the edge.
“You better still want me. I’m no where near done with you yet.” Gerard reached behind him, fingers clutching at Marcus’s slippery skin, trying to force him deeper, faster. Twisting his head back, he parted his lips, begging for a kiss.
Marcus’s mouth ground against Gerard’s just as his body ground into him, plundering and biting at those glorious lips, and Marcus felt the buzz gathering in his balls. He pulled his mouth back, sinking his teeth into Gerard’s shoulder. “Rascal likes it rough, does he?” he hissed.
“Only from you,” Gerard groaned, pushing back, matching the force of the other man’s thrusts into his body enough so that water splattered from his darkened-to-copper hair across Gerard’s shoulder. “Fuck! Gonna come!” the younger man swore.
Snapping his hips, jaw clenched, Marcus let loose of Gerard’s hip and slapped his ass just enough to sting. “Come, then!” he growled as his thrusts became erratic and he shuddered. Then he thrust again as he started coming hard enough to see stars.
Gerard started to reply, “Couldn’t stop if I…” but the force of his climax stole any coherent thought from his mind as he moaned, impaled on Marcus’s cock, each piercing push sending him soaring higher. “Fuck … fuck … fuck …” he chanted as tremors racked his body, and he started to slide towards the shower floor.
Marcus barely had the presence of mind to catch Gerard, cradling him close, and he moved to sit on the tiled bench just outside of the spray of water. He pulled Gerard onto his lap and then let his head fall back against the wall as he just breathed.
GERARD stepped out onto the balcony, a glass of orange juice in his hand. He’d raided the refrigerator after his siesta with Marcus. Tipping his face up to the sun, he let the warmth soak into his skin.
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