Marshall: Mayfair Model Series

by Castle, Claire

  He nudged his ass back against me. “I don’t know. I’m sure we can find something to do in the fort.” Then he let out a small groan. “After all, the ice cream is melting.”

  I laughed. “Oh, you are so cheeky. Ice cream. Sure.” I picked him up. Two could play at this game. “Let’s go then.”

  He gasped. “But, but …”

  “Gotcha.”

  “Oh, well played, Mr. Easton. Well played.”

  After dragging our asses and getting bowls out and ice cream, we did eventually end up on the couch with cushions all around us and a sheet overhead. The lights on the ceiling shone through a little bit, giving the illusion that we were outside under the night sky. It was perfect, especially when Jess jumped up between us.

  I cuddled close to Stuart and petted Jess. This was the life. A sanctuary and peace. When had I last had that? Probably never. Maybe when I was two years old. “I really love this. This is perfect with just you two and not a care in the world.”

  “It really is wonderful. Do you want to watch something on television? Or we can just talk.”

  “Ah, did, I mean … you aren’t bored?” I asked, unsure. The last thing I wanted was for him to be bored out of his mind, sitting here with me and Jess. I held my breath, waiting for his reaction.

  Leaning over, he kissed me. I could taste the vanilla bean flavour on his lips. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

  Jess let out a woof and ran over to the door. “Need a pee break, Jess?” he said, moving to get up. “Be right back,” he murmured to me.

  “Thanks, ah, yeah.” I stopped talking because he was already out the door with Jess. How does he fit so seamlessly into my life? I wondered. And I’d let him. Hadn’t I? No one had ever just done something for me unless they were paid help—of course, taking the dog out was a simple thing—but it was remarkable in my mind. I should be stopping him or not accepting it. People always wanted something in return, didn’t they?

  As they returned, I tried to force myself to stop overthinking everything. We were away, on our own, and it was the best days I’d experienced in a long time. I felt like a completely different person here with him.

  He snuggled back in beside me and wrapped his arms round me. “Oh good, you are so warm and cuddly. It’s chilly outside of our cocoon, or should I say, your body heat.” He smiled up at me and I managed to smile back. A real, genuine smile, I thought. Not one for the cameras or for an interviewer who asked about my latest girlfriend while I cringed internally.

  “I have a question,” he said, looking deliciously devilish but also sounding overly curious. Very unlike him. I’d expect him to just blurt it out.

  “Anything.” Then I chuckled. “Well, obviously, not anything. It is me, after all.”

  “Good one,” he said. “No, I was just wondering about the scar at the base of your back. Ah, how did you get it?” His hand brushed over the skin in question, making me shiver.

  I cleared my throat. “I think you know I have two left feet after my whole ankle incident, but anyway, my mum never let me play sports even though I was good enough at it. One day after primary school, I snuck out to play frisbee with the lads, and as I was running backwards to make a catch …” I paused, laughing, remembering the day and then continued, “Well, I fell backwards into a bush that was right near this fence at the edge of the field. It made a really deep gash across my back. The way my mum treated me after that, I think she wanted to keep me in bubble wrap for the rest of my life.”

  I let him move me as he turned me over and rubbed it. “A lost childhood. I’m sorry.” Then he kissed me there, lightly and sighed.

  At a loss for words, I pulled him into my chest. I’d never thought of it that way, but he always seemed to have a way of bringing anything into focus. He could voice things about my life that I never could for myself.

  “Stuart,” I spoke softly at first. “I, well.” I closed my eyes and then realized I needed to see his face as I spoke. “It’s a lot, I know, with me not being ready to come out. And being a grumpy bastard.” I laughed, then ruffled his hair. “But I love it here with you. Our own little hideaway. So, just know you mean a lot to me, and I know I’m horrible at expressing it, but I’m—”

  He cut me off, placing his forefinger over my lips. “Shhh, it’s okay. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” He moved to straddle my hips and flicked one of my nipples.

  I let out a moan and then before I knew what was happening, Jess had jumped into our little sanctuary and started barking and crawling on both of us. “It’s okay, Jess.” I couldn’t control my laughter. “Thanks for protecting me from big, bad Stuart’s ministrations.” Then I winked at him. We all clambered to get up and out of the fort. “Come on little one.” She followed me through to the spare room and Stuart brought her bed. We made sure she was comfortable and closed the door.

  “Back to where we left off,” Stuart said as he grabbed me and pulled me back to our fort. He straddled me again and kissed me then shimmied down my body. As he pulled my boxers down, my cock sprung out. He enveloped my whole length into his mouth.

  My breaths came out short and shallow, and I was worried I’d be too loud. I shoved my fist in my mouth as I panted. All I could hear was his sucking. Then he stopped and I let out a soft moan and pleaded, “No. Don’t stop.”

  Looking down, I saw him lean up to me from under his lashes. “We’re alone, Marshall, so let go. It’s me. It’s us—not any hidden trysts or need to be ashamed.” Stuart stared up at me and I could see all the sincerity in his eyes. He pulled me up and my hard cock brushed his skin. “This will be an incredible weekend together. Away from the city. From everyone. Thank you for bringing me here. You can be yourself with me, Marshall. Let everything out, and tell me what you want at any time. Okay?” He posed it like a question, looking into my eyes, like he had done before. I was learning it was true, if ever so slowly.

  I couldn’t even remember when I’d done that, possibly never, before Stuart. I took a deep breath and pushed my hands through my hair. Then I pulled him to me and gazed into his eyes, hoping he could see all that it meant to me. All that I couldn’t say. “Thank you. You’re right. I’ll try.”

  He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard cock. I hadn’t noticed him get naked, that’s how much I was in my own head. Ridiculous. He licked my neck and I moved to give him more access. “Rub my cock, Marshall.”

  I took him in the palm of my hand and then, becoming braver, added my own alongside his, squeezing and stroking both of our cocks at the same time as they glided against the other. “Fuck, we feel good together.” I tore my eyes away from watching how hot we looked combined in my hand and found Stuart’s head leaning back as he moaned. I continued fisting our cocks and moved my other hand to his face then brushed my thumb across one of his eyebrows. “So beautiful.”

  Abruptly and without any warning, Stuart got up and pulled me with him. He reached around to slap my ass and as I stood there dumbfounded, he galloped away from me and into the bedroom, shouting, “Come on.”

  My cock became harder as I watched him. Shaking my head to get with the program, I stopped to grab the supplies from my bag and ran in behind him. The sight that greeted me felt like déjà vu and was almost too much to handle: Stuart, spread across the bed with his pert ass up in the air.

  Turning his head, he licked his lips. “Come and get me. Take what you want, Marshall.”

  As I moved onto the bed, I threw the supplies beside us. Rubbing the globes of his ass, and then his back, I was suddenly nervous. I froze on the spot, my cock brushing the covers, and I willed my hands to move. My back was cold, though the room was cozy and warm. “Sorry, I’m a fucking idiot,” I murmured as I crawled to the side of the bed and sat down.

  “Hey, it’s fine. What’s going on?” He sat beside me, rubbing my back.

  Moving sideways, I looked at him. “No, it’s just, I don’t wanna fuck it up with you. I don’t know what I’m doing. I think I
’ve told you, I’ve just done hard fucking in dark places pretty much. I … I want this. With you.” I pushed my hands through my hair. “I’m overthinking it all. You being here. It just seems like such a big thing.”

  “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Let’s just take it as it goes. No thinking.” He kissed me then, powerful and full of lust. “We’re just kissing. It’s only us. Now, kiss me back.” He chuckled. “Maybe I just need to tell you what to do.”

  “Tell me. Tell me more.” I licked up the column of his neck and then he sighed.

  “So good. See what you do to me. That wasn’t kissing, though, that was licking. If you want to lick, it’s my nipples you should focus on.”

  I moved my tongue over his nipples, as he suggested, and then I blew lightly over them. They perked up and I bit one. The erotic moan that left his lips was surreal, and I took a second to take that in. That I was able to do that to him. Licking down his abs to his cock, I knew I wanted to do it more. Make him come undone.

  I kept one finger brushing his nipple as I sucked his huge cock. I glanced up and saw his back arch off the bed. Fuck, so hot. I swallowed his cock down and touched and rubbed different parts of his body, gauging his reaction and listening to the sounds of his gasps and moans. It was such a turn on.

  “Marshall, you keep doing that, and I’m going to come down your throat.” He glanced down at me. “Is that what you want? Can you take it all?” His tone of voice made it sound like a challenge.

  I lifted off and kissed each inner thigh. Then I swirled his left ball in my mouth and still hadn’t answered. Hearing his moans let me know he wasn’t complaining. The head of his cock glistened with precum. I enveloped him once again until he rolled us over and I ended up with my back on the bed.

  “Oh, you are naughty, aren’t you, Marshall?” He got up on his knees and stroked his cock a few times.

  I licked my lips. “Yes, give me that cock,” I said as he lowered his length towards my lips. I sucked and nibbled it a few times and then sucked some more, locking my lips around his cock.

  “That’s it. I’m coming. You take it all.” And he sprayed down my throat.

  I didn’t miss a drop and licked my lips as I watched his body contort and tremble as he came. He pulled out and kissed me passionately. Then, I rubbed his sides and moved to his ass.

  “Hot damn, Marshall. That was fabulous.” Stuart held the condom and lube with one hand, and with the other, he stroked my throbbing cock just once. “Your turn. You’re gonna fuck me hard and fast.” He ripped the package open, rolled the condom on me, then inserted his lubed fingers in his ass to prep himself.

  I cleared my throat. “Ah, I’ll take over.” I added lube to my fingers and slowly pushed them into his perfect asshole, which made my cock bounce. As I scissored my fingers a bit, I admired his balls, and because I couldn’t resist, I leaned over and bit one of his cheeks.

  “I’m ready, baby. Fuck me like you want to. Let it all out and release … Anything you want.” He kissed me and rolled onto his stomach and pushed his ass up and out. “Show me what you got.”

  I smiled. He was so cheeky and I loved it. I moved to kneel behind him and enjoyed the view. Then I pushed my sheathed cock in his hole. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.” I moved slowly at first, then gaining speed, I grabbed his hips and began pumping in and out. “Oh god. Oh god, Stuart. I’ve never felt anything like this.” He nudged backwards and then lifted up onto his palms so he was almost on all fours and squeezed around my dick as if he knew exactly what I needed in the moment.

  Throwing my head back, I roared and drove my cock in so deep that my pubic hair was touching his ass. The sensation of being myself and letting loose so freely with someone that meant something to me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I tried to control my breathing and leaned down to kiss his back.

  After I pulled out, I tied off the condom and lay back; smelling of sex, with a sheen of sweat on my chest, I threw one arm over my forehead.

  Stuart straddled my chest and proceeded to kiss me all over my face. “That, my man, was amazing. Thank you.”

  I cracked open one eye. “What in the world are you thanking me for? If anything, that should be me.”

  “For showing me the real you. For trusting me.” The sincerity in his voice couldn’t be mistaken. I leaned over to kiss him and my stubble brushed against his smooth skin. “Plus, that was hot as fuck.”

  “Agreed.” We briefly enjoyed the languor of cuddling in my warm bed and eventually decided to both go out with Jess for a short walk. Throwing on some sweatpants and hoodies, we clambered outside with Jess on the lead.

  After a short walk, as the light became dark, we got back to the cottage and gave Jess a toy. She walked over to her bed, did a few turns and fluffing of the pillow, then plopped down and closed her eyes.

  20

  STUART

  “Well, bed for us too?” I asked, stretching my arms over my head. I put out my hand to Marshall, and after he took it, we went into the bathroom to get ready and then cuddled in bed together. We were in another cocoon again. Different to the fort in the living room, but just as good, or even better.

  Marshall’s breathing had evened out and I assumed he’d fallen asleep. Sleep was elusive for me and counting sheep wouldn’t work. I knew I was falling for him. Hard. And it was ridiculous. I didn’t want to play games, but maybe we should make the break easy. Sure, this weekend was perfect—more than perfect. But it wasn’t reality. Even here in the country, we couldn’t touch or show any affection outside of the cottage. And then my mind flip flopped to the other end of the spectrum and thought, he was worth the wait. I knew he was. But how long could I be kept a secret. If I was with someone, I wanted them to be proud, and vice versa. I let out a sigh. I was getting nowhere so I snuggled into Marshall’s chest. We still had one more day here, just us and Jess. I’d take each day as it came.

  I started to chuckle and then bit my lip. This was the most overthinking I’d done since I was eight and my mum asked me which Disney prince was my favourite. Well, at least I knew it was a very important matter then. At the back of my mind was what Jamieson had told me too. When I thought about him taking me here, it was a huge risk for him, and I couldn’t take it lightly. So what? We couldn’t kiss on the way to town. Was that so bad?

  I got up in the middle of the night to see if Jess needed to pee. Creeping back into the bedroom, I slid in next to Marshall again. He grabbed for me and pulled me on top of him.

  “Need you,” he said. Kissing me, I looked into his eyes and saw the openness and trust. He wasn’t shutting me out. Though he couldn’t voice the words, he was slowly peeling back all the layers and letting me see the real him.

  The tone of his voice was rough, yet smooth, and I knew this didn’t call for a hard, quick fuck. I grabbed the supplies and kissed him, slowly. Our tongues danced together and my lips became swollen with the kissing and his rough stubble. I loved it.

  “You are so handsome. Now, I know the whole world says that every week, but hear me out. Even though they portray you as a grumpy bastard, I know the real you. Inside and out. And just so you know, I’m gonna be greedy and keep you all to myself.” I nudged his nose. “Okay?”

  I continued kissing him and picked up his hand. “Ready yourself for me. I want to see.” I rubbed lube on his first two fingers and, as I watched him, felt my cock get harder when he reached down to insert them in his hole.

  In slow motion, I took the condom package, tore it open, and slipped it over my cock. “That’s it.” I watched his face and he closed his eyes and sighed. “Ready?” I asked.

  He nodded and moved his hand. I admired his abs and dusting of hair on his chest. “Hey, do you shave it yourself, or you have an assistant?” I asked, curious.

  “That’s what you want to discuss?” He cracked an eye open and smirked, staring directly at my hard cock. Then he tugged his own cock.

  I batted his hand away. “You’re right.” Leaning
between his thighs, I kissed his lips and brushed my cock over his hole. He opened his legs wider, granting me better access. Holding my cock, I tapped his hole. I put one hand to his side and ever so slowly entered. I nibbled his ear and whispered, “Open your eyes.”

  He looked at me with such longing, it was almost too much to take. But there was also something else there hidden in those depths. I brushed my thumb across his lips and cheek and pushed further in. I swivelled my hips and his legs moved further up, almost folding under me.

  “Oh god, Stuart, that’s so good.” He rubbed my chest and let out a slight whimper.

  I slid out and moved my forehead against his. A sheen of sweat showed on his chest. “Feel me deep inside you.” So many foreign emotions were creeping in. I wanted this. Him. Forever. No matter the cost. I blinked my eyes closed and got back in the moment.

  “Squeeze around me now,” I told him and let out a breath.

  He did as I told him and then I pulled completely out of him, as he choked out, “No.”

  I continued to take him to the edge and then back again. Watching his movements and listening to every noise, his abs became taut and precum dripped from his slit.

  “Please, I need to come now.” He gasped. “Too. Intense,” he said in broken words.

  “Baby, I know you’re ready but I’ll tell you when to come. We’ll come together.” Driving in and out more quickly, I looked into his stunning blue eyes and saw a man whose guard was completely down. Full of lust and love. One more thrust and I stroked the back of his hard cock a few times, prompting him to spray come all over his chest, his abs, and the bed, keening—almost yelling out a chant of my name.

  That set me off and I held his legs up as I spilled my load into the condom. “Oh god. Oh god. Yes.” Rooted inside him, I’d let it all go and then leaned down to kiss him deeply. “That. Was. Everything.” I sighed and slowly pulled out, tying off the condom. I went into the bathroom to discard it and walked out with a warm, wet towel. I peeked in on Jess and saw she was still asleep.