No Boundaries

by SE Jakes

  “I can’t fucking stand this.” Or you. “Just get off me. You’ve heard of personal space?”

  Marcus snorted, but he pushed off the floor, leaving Cole flat on his back.

  Shaking.

  And he didn’t want Marcus to notice, so he rolled himself onto his side, hoping it was less apparent, that Marcus would just leave the room.

  But the panic must’ve been worse than he realized. Because Marcus was wiping down his face and neck with a cool cloth, talking to him in a calm, soothing voice. His body against Cole’s wasn’t panic-inducing at this point.

  “I’m fine,” he croaked.

  “I know, Cole.” Marcus was serious. He pulled Cole up to a sitting position, had him lean against Marcus’s shoulder, helping him drink some juice and refocusing on the world in general.

  Cole turned suddenly to face him. They were inches apart. “I didn’t like saying things to hurt you.”

  “I started it,” Marcus said quietly. He slid his hand behind Cole’s neck, murmured, “And here I go again. Can’t help myself with you.”

  Cole closed his eyes when Marcus’s mouth took his. There was nothing soft about the kiss and Cole was glad. He didn’t want soft coddling because that would’ve been fake bullshit from Marcus. And they’d already laid their cards on the table.

  He groaned into Marcus’s mouth, a complete and utterly real sound that he couldn’t control. Marcus’s hand tightened until Cole was on his back again, Marcus’s weight on him.

  Cole’s leg came up around the back of Marcus’s thighs, pressed himself up against the big man. It was the beginning of the end…and suddenly Cole couldn’t think of any reason to stop it from happening.

  Marcus stared down at the handsome man under him. He’d been surprised at Cole’s strength.

  Hell, he was surprised about Cole in general. He was sweating, and Cole was covered in a thin sheet of sweat as well. Both of them were breathing hard.

  Jesus, this was foreplay if he’d ever seen it.

  “Why are you stopping?” Cole asked. Because Marcus had pulled back abruptly to make sure Cole was okay. Because he could barely breathe himself after making out like a fucking teenager until he almost came in his pants.

  “Because I want to make sure you’re okay,” he said honestly.

  That seemed to disarm Cole, whose eyes flashed with an expression akin to vulnerability. Or the closest he’d allow Marcus to see of that emotion. “I am.”

  “No, you’re not. But that’s okay, Cole. It is.” Marcus sucked the tender spot along the younger man’s collarbone, making him gasp. He had a feeling it’d been a long time since anyone had done anything in bed for Cole to simply bring him pleasure. And as badly as Marcus wanted to be inside of him right now…Cole wasn’t ready. Marcus still had some making up to do.

  He’d start now. He began kissing his way down Cole’s body as Cole semi-froze, his eyes following Marcus’s every move. Watching Marcus lick and nip his way down Cole’s chest, circling his belly button with his tongue, then dipping lower. Spreading Cole’s legs. Sucking hard along his inner thighs until finally he took Cole’s balls and mouthed them gently but still with enough pressure to put Cole through the roof.

  “Holy fuck, Marcus.” Cole grasped at the floor, obviously looking for anything to grab hold of to keep himself in check. But that wasn’t what Marcus wanted him to do, and he spent the next God knew how long driving Cole completely wild. He took Cole’s cock into his mouth, swallowed it down, deep-throating him to the root. Cole’s wild cries were music to his ears. He hummed around Cole’s cock, wanting to give him pleasure and take nothing in return. Cole wasn’t there yet, and this was the furthest Marcus would push him.

  He pulled back and laved the head of Cole’s cock while stroking him with an undeniable rhythm.

  “Dammit, Marcus…please.”

  “Keep begging,” Marcus encouraged.

  “Bastard,” Cole panted.

  Marcus laughed and suckled Cole’s balls into his mouth while holding Cole’s hips down.

  “Please, Marcus…I need to come…fuck. Please…”

  Marcus came in his goddamned pants because of Cole’s begging, so he figured it was only fair to let Cole. He sucked Cole in deeply, then stroked him fast until Cole stiffened and then shot down his throat, all the while calling Marcus’s name.

  Chapter Eleven

  After he’d made Cole come hard enough to turn himself inside out, Marcus carried him into his bed and held him as the rain pattered on the deck outside the half-opened window.

  Neither man cared that they were sweaty and sticky. It didn’t matter. The original tension had bled away. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t be replaced…and Marcus really didn’t know what the hell he was hoping to accomplish with this. All he had known was that he’d wanted Cole, and it had been a hell of a long time since he’d wanted anyone this badly.

  Cole was watching him now. Maybe waiting for an apology, or maybe not. Either way, Marcus owed him something of an explanation. “I need you to understand why I was so hard on you. Why I’m going to keep pushing you on all of this.”

  “Okay,” Cole said, his voice slightly hoarse.

  Marcus tightened an arm around him, a reassurance. “Look, I came into Phoenix with several specialties, one of which is being able to tell who’s bullshitting the agency and who’s being honest.”

  “So Styx and his partners thought I was lying?”

  “No, I think Styx thought I needed a kick in the ass. Because instead of being able to pick out honest men the way I once could, everyone was guilty.” He looked at Cole, whose expression softened a bit. “And I wouldn’t have done it had I known the seriousness of this one. But I guess the point is that I couldn’t see clearly, and I’m sorry you were the one who almost had to pay for that.”

  Cole nodded. But he didn’t say anything about accepting Marcus’s apology. Instead, he said, “Paolo said this guy’s been watching me for a while.”

  “Right. And when he saw us together…”

  “But he wrote the note before I met you, Marcus. Before I talked to Styx.”

  “And you’ve been friendly with them since you came to town. So whoever it is never saw them as a threat,” Marcus mused. Which meant he’d traced them back to Phoenix, or discovered they were a committed threesome. “What happened in the hours before you saw Styx?”

  “Regular day at work. Fixed cars, dealt with customers.”

  “Any of them yell at you?”

  Cole’s eyes flashed after a second. “Definitely no yelling.”

  “Then what?”

  He stared at Marcus. “That guy—the one you thought I was propositioning? He was there in the morning, before the note came. Actually, just before.”

  “And the customer was pulling the same stuff he was the day I saw you together?”

  “Yes.”

  “Was he aggressive?”

  “Not like he was when you saw him. But nothing I couldn’t handle.”

  “And then I stepped in on top of that and escalated it. You betrayed him by talking with someone else…and then he saw us fighting and…”

  “You couldn’t have known.”

  But if I’d believed you… “You’re not dating anyone?”

  Cole flushed. “No.”

  “How long’s it been?”

  “I don’t date.”

  Join the club. “Last guy who picked you up?”

  “What makes you think they picked me up?”

  A little touchy there. He’d probe that, but really, he didn’t understand how Cole couldn’t see why he’d be wanted. “You don’t look like you’d have a shortage of men after you.”

  It’s a compliment, Cole. Marcus was asking questions but he was also flirting, which made him feel decidedly like flirting back.

  “You don’t look like you’d have a problem either,” he told Marcus, who let a slow smile cross his face.

  “True. But most people assume I’ll make the first move.
”

  “Don’t you?”

  “No.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “I see who’s circling me. And then I look for the ones who aren’t. And that’s who I go for.”

  “You like the chase.”

  Marcus chuckled, a husky sound that stirred Cole’s dick. “I do, but I like the catch better.”

  He was so close—closer than Cole might’ve ever let him get otherwise. He reached up and put his hand on the back of Marcus’s neck, pulled him closer, saying, “I like the catch too.”

  Whether Marcus kissed him first or not this time, it didn’t matter. Marcus took control soon enough, but not in a way that made Cole feel anything but aroused.

  His hand moved to thread in Marcus’s hair, losing himself in the kiss. Marcus’s hands were on Cole’s hips, holding him close, their cocks rubbing together. Between that friction and Marcus’s tongue, Cole came again with little effort, spilling all over Marcus’s belly. This time though, he’d pulled Marcus to climax with him, and that made him inanely proud of himself as he watched Marcus revel in the loss of control.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cole fell asleep for what must’ve been the better part of the afternoon, because when he woke, it was dark out and the house smelled delicious, like a home-cooked meal¸ and it made his stomach growl. He jumped in the shower quickly, then pulled on shorts and a T-shirt before heading down to the kitchen.

  He found Marcus at the stove, with several pots going, plus the table set already, appetizers lining the middle of the table. “Are you expecting company?” Cole asked.

  Marcus looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, you.”

  Cole’s throat tightened. “You’re cooking for me?”

  Marcus turned around to face him fully. “I can’t take you out on a date yet. I figured this is the next best thing.”

  “You’re treating this dinner like a date?”

  “That okay with you?”

  Cole simply shrugged at his question, and turned and headed back into the living room, but not fast enough to hide the small smile that bled through. He couldn’t explain it, but Marcus made him feel alive, more so than he ever remembered feeling.

  “Go ahead and sit. This is all ready.”

  Marcus plated the steak and the vegetables and potatoes for both of them. Took out the crusted garlic bread. Poured them sodas since they had to be alert. The appetizers were shrimp and cheeses and meats, and between the two of them they pretty much cleaned all the plates.

  Afterwards, Cole insisted on helping clean up, which made quick work of things. And then the two of them were half passed out in food comas on the couch. Cole’s legs were draped across Marcus’s lap…it was like a fucking dream except it was really happening.

  And just think, a few short days ago, you were prepared to hate him. And he definitely hated you.

  “Thanks for all of this,” Cole told him. “I mean, the dinner. And then being patient with me. I’m not a prude but…”

  Marcus waited patiently for Cole to finish. He wasn’t sure if he should put it all out there, but he figured it was certainly time. He took a deep breath and said, “I’ve only had sex for money, Marcus. I was a virgin when I started. And after I’d gotten out, I’d had enough sex to last the rest of my life.”

  “But you didn’t. Trust me.” Marcus rubbed a hand over Cole’s bare shoulder.

  Relief surged through him. “I do.”

  “Good. Then it’s time to change your experience. Ready?”

  Cole was more than ready. Adrenaline pounded through his body as Marcus stood, pulling Cole up with him, then forcing him to walk backward until he hit the wall. He pressed against Cole, asking, “Is this what you want?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Use me, baby.”

  Cole tilted his head and stared. Marcus continued, “Come on. Pick me up. Talk dirty to me. Fucking own me while I’m owning you.”

  Cole smiled. Oh yeah, he could do this. He grabbed Marcus’s hair in his hands, fisting it hard. “You’re mine tonight. Got it?”

  “Yeah,” Marcus breathed. “You gonna use me hard…put me away wet?”

  “I want you to do that for me,” Cole told him.

  “So it’s all about you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” Marcus reached down to the hem of Cole’s T-shirt, tugging it up and over his head while Cole released his hold momentarily. And then Marcus was kissing him, his strong hand splayed on Cole’s bare back. Cole shuddered at the sudden contact, moved a hand back up to thread through through Marcus’s thick, dark hair. The other rubbed Marcus’s jean-clad hip, then moved up to touch the bare skin along his side.

  “What do you like, Cole?”

  God, it had been about pleasing everyone else for so long that he didn’t even goddamned know what turned him on.

  “Did you come with your clients?” Marcus prompted.

  “Yes.”

  “Because you lost yourself and fantasized, or was it pure biology?”

  He’d been sixteen years old when he’d started hustling to pay the rent and eighteen when he’d gone full-fledged to the streets, and at that age, a good stiff wind could’ve made him hard. “The last one.”

  And that made it worse—he didn’t even like what was being done to him and still his goddamn body betrayed him.

  Marcus traced the muscles in his arm, concentrating deeply. Cole felt the first stirrings, like he did whenever Marcus was this close and concentrating on him as if Cole was the only thing in the world that mattered.

  Cole tried to do that with his clients and he guessed he faked it well for the first few minutes, because after that, once the fucking began…who the hell noticed?

  Cole knew Marcus would notice.

  There’d be no way to escape noticing Marcus during sex. That made Cole’s gut twist with fear and worry…and excitement. He swallowed hard, and Marcus smiled and said, “So treat me the way they treated you.”

  “What?”

  “Use me to explore. Discover. That’s what they were doing, right? You were safe for them.”

  Cole hadn’t thought about it like that. It put a spin on it that, while he wasn’t entirely comfortable with it still… “Yeah, I’m the Mother Teresa of fucking.”

  Marcus snorted, but his eyes remained serious. “You shouldn’t feel guilty about what you did. I just don’t like that you felt forced.”

  “I don’t want to go there now.”

  “Where do you want to go?”

  Cole stared into his dark eyes that were ringed and flecked with black. “I don’t know, Marcus.”

  “Then trust me.”

  After a long moment, Cole nodded, and Marcus added, “I’ll take good care of you. And I’m also going to blow your goddamned mind.”

  Cole wasn’t even really remembering to hang on—but it didn’t matter. Marcus was controlling everything, and there was no way to stop his full weight from driving Marcus deep inside of him. The constant rub and thrust of Marcus’s cock against his gland was making him fly.

  And he wouldn’t let Cole look away. Their eyes locked the way their bodies were—with Cole squeezing the shit out of Marcus’s shoulders and Marcus holding Cole’s hips hard. They’d both bear marks from this.

  Cole wanted Marcus’s marks all over his body. “Marcus, please… Yeah… Just…”

  Marcus continued his rhythm, driving in deep and hard and smiling. Growling Cole’s name. Finally he said, “Baby, you’re going to come when I say so.”

  Cole nodded with a pleading gaze and finally a gruff plea of “yes” escaped from his throat. He was surprised to hear it—silence had been his thing, if the john would let him get away with it. Otherwise, he had to fake it.

  None of the sounds he made while Marcus was fucking him were fake. He was half sobbing, cursing Marcus while begging him to please fuck him harder.

  “Guess we know what you like,” Marcus managed as he bared his teeth. They were both sweating, straining to hold t
hemselves back.

  “Marcus, goddammit.”

  “Come, baby. Come all over me.”

  Cole couldn’t tear his eyes off Marcus, as he shot, hard enough to see stars alternating with Marcus’s smile, a smile that urged him on. He kept coming, his ass contracting around Marcus’s dick. He cried out. Cursed. And then got to watch Marcus fucking lose it. And it was the best thing ever.

  His expression went taut, then relaxed as his body went rigid. His hips jerked erratically. His cock pulsed inside Cole, who basically went over the edge again. “Jesus Christ, Marcus.”

  Marcus held him tightly, groaning as Cole contracted around him again.

  Cole wasn’t sure how long he stood there. His head bowed against Marcus’s shoulder, Marcus supporting him. But at some point, Marcus pulled out of him, then slid an arm around his waist, another under his ass and carried him to the couch. Cole was still wrapped around him when Marcus sat, with Cole straddling him. Marcus kissed him, an openmouthed, messy tongue kiss that got Cole hard. Marcus chuckled into his mouth.

  “What?”

  “Your response time—the beauty of youth.”

  “Think you can keep up, old man?”

  Marcus’s brows raised. “You just bought yourself a hell of a lot of trouble.”

  “Is that supposed to scare me?”

  Marcus shook his head and broached him with his fingers. Cole groaned and pushed against Marcus’s fingers, surrendering again to Marcus, fully. He rubbed himself against Marcus, and it wasn’t an act, his mind didn’t go to a scene a john asked for.

  No more johns—only Marcus. For as long as he was in danger. Cole couldn’t dare hope for beyond.

  He also couldn’t help but ask, “Does this happen a lot—with clients?”

  “That they end up with my fingers in their ass? No.”

  “I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just…this job forces you to get close to people…so I thought…”

  “I don’t get close to people,” Marcus said tightly, and Cole’s heart froze…until Marcus put a hand on his cheek. “But I guess one good save deserves another.”