Marcus in Retrograde

by S A Sommers

  “What time does the vet open in the morning?”

  “Nine. They’ll be there nine to two, and they’ll be waiting for us,” I answered. “Marcus…”

  “Let’s wait to make any kind of decisions until we hear what the vet found from the tests and scans,” he answered my unspoken question. “We just don’t know what her condition is and you’re going to find I’m ruthlessly optimistic.”

  I grinned. “I need ruthless optimism sometimes.”

  “I find it preferable to sitting in the corner, rocking and weeping,” he said. “Did that already.”

  That I filed away for another time. There was a lot to unpack there, and while we were feeding kittens was not the time to do it.

  “When we get these guys settled again, would you like to come over to my apartment?”

  I must have worn the confusion on my face. I have a perfectly good bed right there.

  Marcus chuckled lightly. “I can show you my studio. Where I record the books.”

  “You have a studio? I didn’t see that when I was in there to pick up Pollux.”

  “Well, sort of? It’s a booth in my bedroom closet, but it’s easily disassembled and moved. I designed it to fit in a small space since I knew that New York City wasn’t famous for it’s large and generous square footage in living abodes.”

  “Nice.” I laughed. “But you seriously record right in your apartment?”

  “Yep. I spent a lot of money on good equipment since that’s how I was able to move down here.” He looked up from the kittens in his lap. “Wanna see it?”

  “Yes, of course I do!”

  “Cool.”

  Cool was possibly an understatement. This was Marcus Chastain’s recording booth. This was Marcus’ recording booth.

  The kittens had settled and Pollux had no inclination to join us versus snuggling up to those fuzzballs. Marcus huffed and walked away from him, leading me into his own apartment across the way.

  He slid the closet door open, and damned if there wasn’t a whole studio, just 24 inches deep and 4 feet wide. Leaning in, he turned on a light, and the little soundboard lit up. I could see the microphone, and the comfy chair, and the reading stand. The computer there was a detachable tablet style that clearly got take apart often.

  “Wow, this is it?”

  “I know it’s not much—”

  “It is so cool you can get something like this together,” I said, waving him off. “It’s such a compact little space. But, don’t you work at a sound studio?”

  “I do.” Marcus nodded. “But I don’t want to profit off their equipment. It’s an ethical line. I’m not up for mixing that. I need that paycheck and I need this one. So, a tiny studio in a closet.”

  “Brilliant.” I smiled.

  He sat down in the chair and pulled the boom mike down. Pausing, he considered something and then looked at me standing there. “I was going through a rough read of this one scene…wanna watch?”

  “Wait, what?”

  “Pull up a chair.” He tossed his chin to the one in the corner. “Bring it over. This is all a lot of fun for me.”

  I nearly ran to grab the chair and pull it in close. With a laugh, he started turning knobs and hitting buttons and booting up the computer. Detaching the tablet, he pulled up the script, and settled it on the reading stand in front of him.

  “Okay, this is that dirty book I was telling you about earlier. I’ve been doing rough reads of the more filthy parts to get a feel for them. I do that first, so if there are words I don’t know or can’t pronounce or there are editing errors, I can get through those more easily.”

  He pulled out a bottle of water from under the table and took a drink. “Once I hit the record button, just don’t say anything, okay?”

  “Got it.”

  Skimming the page one more time, he took another sip and hit a few buttons. “This is a rough read for Untied, Katherine Rhodes, Chapter Thirteen. Mark.”

  A little button on the board made a clapper sound.

  “Kneel,” he said.

  “Cece brought her hands back and sat up. She slid off the bed and landed on her knees. She nuzzled his hard cock through the leather—the best way she could think of to ask him to take it out and show her.

  He threaded his hands through her hair and pulled her back. “Take them off,” he said by way of permission.

  She brought her tied hands to his waist and slipped the button out of the fastener. She pulled the zipper down and saw that he was completely naked underneath. She slipped her hands in both directions and pulled the waist of the pants down, slipping it over his erection. He sprang free, and she immediately captured his hard length in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him and pulled him all the way into her mouth, tasting his pre-cum and playing with his head.

  “Oh, Cece,” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”

  She moved him in and out of her puckered lips, tasting him, craving him. She hummed softly around his shaft, and she felt him twitching against her lips. She wanted to taste him in her mouth and was working him, trying to convince him to spill inside. She ran her tongue over the delicate seam on the underside and teased the head.

  Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ on a cracker.

  His voice was silk on silk. Husky, deeper than his normal speaking tone, the words were nothing but perfection, not a hint of an accent of any sort. They fit the scene perfectly, rough, strong, but caring, and shockwaves of his tone tripped over my skin.

  The words flowed, like a smooth fountain of sweet vanilla and chocolate I could dip my finger in and lick the sweetness of his sound from. There was no innuendo, and he left none there—it was pure, unadulterated sex and desire laced into each word.

  I smacked my hand on the stop button, turned him in the chair, and slammed my mouth over his. There was no half hard about me. I was fully erect, and fully dressed and one of those didn’t belong.

  MARCUS

  WELL THEN.

  Not pulling back even a little from the assaulting kiss, I yanked the headphones off and pushed the microphone out of the way.

  For just a moment, I toyed with the idea of pulling back and shutting the board down, but fuck that because I needed to fuck Chase, right now.

  Never releasing him from the kiss, I wrapped my hands around his arms, and backed him away from the closet and toward the bed. His arms slipped around me, pressing him close to my chest.

  God, he felt good.

  He was just a few inches shorter than me and the difference made it so easy to lean down and capture his lips over and over. He tasted like wine and chocolate, the remains of the fabulous meal we’d had.

  I hadn’t meant to seduce him by reading that erotica, but he was clearly taken by whatever it was he heard there. It was just a stage voice I used, but I could feel his erection long and hot, low on my hip.

  “You’re sure?” I whispered, flicking open the buttons on his shirt.

  “Just tell me you have lube and condoms,” he answered.

  “Nightstand,” I answered. “Hope springs eternal.”

  He nipped at my lip, let me finish unbuttoning the casual blue shirt he’d put on.

  Chase’s hand landed on his chest. “Hope springs eternal? What does that mean?”

  “It’s been a really, really, really long time since I’ve had a hot guy in my bed.” I lifted an eyebrow. “Major cockblock is living with your parents.”

  He laughed. “Okay, cowboy, pony up. Get naked and let me see what the rest of the homosexual population has been missing out on.”

  “But half the fun is undressing you…”

  “Not if I’m going to blow my load just because you touched my dick,” he stated. “Which is totally what’s about to happen if you don’t back up and shuck the clothes.”

  I leaned in very close to his lips and breathed the words across them, “Schuck. How every midwestern of you. I kind of like it.”

  The shiver ran through him, and he closed his eyes. “I will not come, I
will not come, I will not come.”

  “No, not until I’m buried deep in your ass.”

  “Oh, shit, oh fuck,” Chase gasped. “Bedroom voice. Very dangerous. Very orgasmic. Very climaxy.”

  At no point in all the books I had recorded had it occurred to me that my voice could be the very thing that got someone off. But Chase clearly associated my clean reading voice with sex, because he had a collection of them with bookmarks at the dirty parts.

  I was back at his shirt and I unfastened the buttons, just three left and then quickly popped open the cuffs. Pulling the whole thing off and and his t-shirt over his head, I had him standing there, barechested in a moment.

  “You’re absolutely sculpted perfection,” I said, using that voice. I leaned down and ran my tongue from just below his ear, down his throat to the soft skin of his collar. “Your skin is perfect, and warm, and soft and—”

  “Fuck, Marcus, I’m only just hanging on here.”

  I reached down and rubbed my hand over the bulge of his erection. “Mm, nice and hard.”

  “Jeeesus.”

  I dropped to my knees and brushed my cheek over him, nuzzling the outline of his dick. It had been a very long time since I’d hooked up, and even longer since I had a boyfriend. I hadn’t been kidding when I said that Mom and Dad were a total cockblock.

  Chase’s fingers slipped through my hair and I tipped my chin up to stare into those magnificent blue eyes. I didn’t let them go, even as my hand found the button and zipper of his pants, and I relieved him of his clothes. My hands skimmed his pants and his boxers down off his waist, down his legs, feeling the rough scrape of hair on them, and outlining the muscles I could feel dancing just below the skin of his thighs.

  I still held his gaze as my hand slipped back up his leg, over his stomach and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I leaned in, finally pulling my eyes from his and inhaled the scent of the downy, soft hair at the base, slipping one hand to his balls.

  “Marcus, I can’t…”

  “You totally can, baby, you totally can.”

  I licked a stripe up the underside of him, pausing to collect the pre-cum that had gathered there. I flicked my tongue over the slit and I felt his cock twitch hard.

  Looking up once more and locking my eyes with his, I slipped my lips over his wide crown, and swallowed him right down to the root.

  He shouted an inarticulate sound, and if I hadn’t grabbed his ass seconds before, he would have fallen down. I spun us around, never letting his cock escape my lips, and pushed him down on the bed so he wouldn’t fall.

  Flopping back, he gasped, “Jesus Christ, Marcus!”

  Pulling off him a bit, I swirled my tongue around the shaft, delighted at his girth. He was hard and hot and heavy and the wonderful taste of male that I loved so much.

  I wrapped my fingers around his base again. I knew he was close to coming, but I wanted to play a little more before he did. It was fun. He was squirming and kicking and trying desperately not to squirm and kick.

  “Oh, God, Marcus. Shit, shit!” Chase gasped when I pulled him back in and sucked hard on him.

  Letting him pop out of my mouth, I put a hand on his stomach. “Sit up, Chase. Watch me suck you.”

  He gasped and was up on his elbows in a flash. He found my eyes, and I saw his were a whirling pool of lust. I gathered a taste of his precum again, then slowly slid his length into my mouth. I could see him gasping for air and trying not to break our locked gaze.

  Moving my hand from the base of his dick, I cradled and fondle the heavy sac below. My finger grazed over the thin strip of super sensitive skin that led to his hole, and I saw a shock of pained delight pass over his face. Chase sat up a little further and skimmed his fingers through my hair, trying to pull me off.

  “You have to stop, Marcus. You have to. I’m going to come if you don’t.”

  I hummed in the back of my throat and he squealed from the feeling it created. Reaching up, I pinched one of his pointed, willing nipples, eliciting another screech.

  “Marcus! I can’t stop this!”

  That was just fine with me. I moved my mouth up and down his length faster, pulling and pushing against the fingers in my hair. Chase got the message when I caught his eyes again.

  His breath caught, and he tightened his grip. “You want my cum? Down your throat?”

  God, yes. I did my best to nod, and it seemed to just set him off. He jacked his hips up and his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged a bit, and then—

  “Oh, shit, yes!” Chase’s fingers pulled on my hair painfully as he erupted in my mouth, spilling his climax deep in my throat. I immediately swallowed, then pulled back a little so I could taste him on my tongue. When the next pulse of cum hit my mouth, I knew I was addicted to his flavor.

  When the orgasm released him, he flopped back on the bed. “Jesus, God, and all the angels in Heaven.” He picked his head up just enough to look at me with my chin on his thigh, smiling at him. “That was illegally good.”

  “Once upon a time, yeah, it was illegal. I think they jailed Oscar Wilde for being flagrantly gay.”

  “He was a dandy, and sentenced to hard labor for gross indecency,” Chase said. “Please come up here and kiss me, Marcus. I’m pretty sure I can’t move right now.”

  I kissed my way up his naked body. “Odd fact to know.”

  “My drama teacher in England loved Wilde.” His breath was still heavy, and reacting to each touch of my lips. “He loved The Importance of Being Earnest. He was also, himself, a ‘dandy’.”

  Humming as I reached his neck, I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Oh? Did we have a bit of a taboo relationship, Chase?”

  He laughed hard. “The dude fucked me in the bathroom of the Old Vic. It was more than a bit of a taboo relationship.”

  “Note to self, Chase likes dirty encounters in intellectual settings.” I snagged the drawer handle and pulled it open, lifting out the condoms and lube. “Right now though, we need to have a dirty encounter right here.”

  “You’re still fully dressed,” Chase hissed. “Get naked, you magnificent cocksucker.”

  “Oh, you liked that, eh?”

  “I’m demi, not dead.”

  I slowly licked at his lips and tasted his smile. “I don’t know, man, you’re kind of boneless. Oh!” His hand wrapped around my still mostly hard dick through my pants and made me gasp.

  “I think you can solve my boneless problem.” His words dusted over my cheek as he moved to suckle my ear. “I want this in my ass, Marcus. Please.”

  “So polite,” I answered, reaching out for the bottle of lube. “Get on the bed the right way, Chase, and maybe you’ll get just that.”

  “Will you be naked?”

  “Oh yes, baby.” I gripped his neck and whispered in The Voice, “I plan to be fully naked, fully erect, just so I can feel every inch of your perfect body and your hard length against my skin as I drive this cock into you.”

  Chase’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Jesus Christ, Marcus.” The bright baby blues popped open again. “Not tonight, but one night, I want to see if you can make me come with just your voice.”

  “Mmm. Challenge accepted.”

  Scrambling out from under me, Chase slipped up the bed and leaned against my headboard. “Strip. I want to see you strip and I want to see you naked and I want to see you back in this bed.”

  “Bossy bottom,” I quipped, pulling my shirt up and over my head.

  “Sometimes, maybe.” His grin was wicked, and he canted his head. “Sometimes, I might like to be the bossy top.”

  “Mmm, I don’t mind switching.” My dick twitched in agreement. Yeah, definitely could handle that with Chase and that magnificent cock of his. Unbuttoning my pants and slipping them off my hips, and down my legs, I grinned at him. “But not tonight.”

  His eyes went wide, and he grinned like he’d won the biggest prize at a carnival game “Oh. Damn. I’ll shut up if that’s what I get all the time.�
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  I leaned over the bed and crawled over him. “Oh, don’t worry about shutting up. I have just the tool to help you with that.”

  “Ohyesmyyes.”

  He pushed forward from the headboard and pressed his lips to mine. “I want to explore every line and dip in your body with my tongue, Marcus. But not tonight. Please, please, fuck me?”

  “How do you want it, babe?” I asked, smoothing my hand up and down his hip.

  “Hard, fast, deep.”

  Chuckling, I kissed him again. “Well, that’s a given, but do you want to face me, or do you want me to pound your ass into the mattress, face first.”

  “Both please.” He grinned. “Like this, facing you. I want to see your O-face. I want to see what you look like when you spill yourself inside me.”

  Kneeling, I gripped his hips and pulled him down the bed. A gasp of shock escaped him, and then a laugh. “Shit, Marc, is sex supposed to be this much fucking fun?”

  “It’s supposed be fun fucking…” I slanted my mouth across his and possessed him. I licked over his lips, and when he parted them, I slipped my tongue across his and a deep, thrilling moan erupted from him.

  He was absolutely delicious. Everything he did spoke to me, or answered me without words. I had not been able to get him off my mind since the floor incident last night and now, here in this bed with him, I didn’t want to.

  I wanted more Chase Garcia. More and more.

  I popped the cap open on the bottle of lube and knelt back. Chase handed me a pillow and I slipped it under his hips as he wrapped his hands behind his own knees and pulled himself up and open.

  Putting just a few drops on my finger, I dusted over his hole, and he let out a groan from deep inside. “Oh, my God, it’s been s-so long…”

  He arched his back as my finger breached him. I was slow and careful—if it really had been that long, I didn’t want to hurt him at all. And I knew there was a burn.