play until Jordan’s cock hardened.
Then he took it in his hand and stroked him, his grasp harder, he knew, than the one Chastity had so recently given. Not better, just different. He couldn’t say, himself, which kind of handling he preferred. Both his lovers aroused him.
“Oh, yeah.” Jordan practically purred, and nothing pleased Marcus more. Of course, it had thrilled him to make Chastity cry out in release, too.
Jordan opened his eyes and set his wine down. Marcus read the expression on his face, the heat in his eyes.
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“I want to please you,” Marcus whispered, because those words portrayed the heart of him, and he knew it. He received more joy in giving than receiving, even in this.
“What do you need, Marcus?”
Jordan had used that velvet-over-iron tone that thrilled Marcus to his core. It was his Master’s voice, the edge of will he’d come to depend upon. Just knowing Jordan loved him, that his loyalty was absolute, had lifted Marcus from the almost unfathomable unhappiness, the horrible loneliness he’d lived in before they’d met.
Before this man and this love had come into his life, he’d merely existed.
Was it any wonder his joy came from giving? He craved giving back, and could never give enough to fully repay Jordan for the gift of his love.
“I need you, Jordan. All that you are. I need you inside me.”
“Show me.”
Excitement propelled him from the water, guided his movements as he reached up on the shelf for a condom. He had the package open, and as Jordan stood, Marcus smoothed the latex into place on his rigid cock. His hand lingered to stroke the silky shaft once, then again.
“Marcus.” Jordan nearly bit out his name, and Marcus felt tremendous pride that he could bring such a strong and dynamic man to the edge of his control so quickly.
Turning, he gripped the edge of the tub, his knees on the bench so he could lift himself higher, lean over, and give his lover free, easy access.
“No, not on the bench. Stand up, sweetheart, and brace your legs apart and away from the wall of the tub and then lean over.” Marcus complied instantly even as he wondered why Jordan wanted this different, more difficult position. Then he had no time to wonder as the cold glide of lubricant caressed his anus. He shivered, braced for the wonderful sensation of hot cock sliding into him. His body knew Jordan and adapted easily to the invasion. The slow slide Reckless Abandon
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in, then retreat, just to slide home again spread such tingles of delight through every part of his body that Marcus groaned, lost in bliss.
The water rippled, and a hot feminine mouth closed over his cock.
Oh, God . Now he understood what Jordan had been doing when he’d ordered this position—making room for their woman. The double seduction nearly overwhelmed him in the first moment.
Jordan bit his shoulder. “Don’t come,” he warned.
Marcus sobbed, the challenge to his will nearly too much. On the bench before him Chastity sucked his cock, running her tongue along his shaft, one hand caressing his balls while the other splayed up his chest to tease a nipple.
“You’ll kill me,” he said, half in jest. The laugh that had wanted to erupt morphed into a moan of total delight. He’d never been the focus of two lovers at the same time. No wonder Chastity had screamed when she’d come.
“If I get a choice, it’s how I want to go,” Jordan said. His hands gripped Marcus’s hips and he could feel the tension in the man’s body and marveled at the force of will that kept his thrusts measured and slow.
Marcus flexed the fingers of his left hand then played them through Chastity’s soft brown hair. Her mouth, hot and wet, moved in nearly the same cadence as Jordan’s hips, and Marcus marveled at the primitive passion swirling, rising as if it had a life and a will of its own. He didn’t know if he could hold back his orgasm much longer in the face of such ardent stimulus.
The
Then he took it in his hand and stroked him, his grasp harder, he knew, than the one Chastity had so recently given. Not better, just different. He couldn’t say, himself, which kind of handling he preferred. Both his lovers aroused him.
“Oh, yeah.” Jordan practically purred, and nothing pleased Marcus more. Of course, it had thrilled him to make Chastity cry out in release, too.
Jordan opened his eyes and set his wine down. Marcus read the expression on his face, the heat in his eyes.
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“I want to please you,” Marcus whispered, because those words portrayed the heart of him, and he knew it. He received more joy in giving than receiving, even in this.
“What do you need, Marcus?”
Jordan had used that velvet-over-iron tone that thrilled Marcus to his core. It was his Master’s voice, the edge of will he’d come to depend upon. Just knowing Jordan loved him, that his loyalty was absolute, had lifted Marcus from the almost unfathomable unhappiness, the horrible loneliness he’d lived in before they’d met.
Before this man and this love had come into his life, he’d merely existed.
Was it any wonder his joy came from giving? He craved giving back, and could never give enough to fully repay Jordan for the gift of his love.
“I need you, Jordan. All that you are. I need you inside me.”
“Show me.”
Excitement propelled him from the water, guided his movements as he reached up on the shelf for a condom. He had the package open, and as Jordan stood, Marcus smoothed the latex into place on his rigid cock. His hand lingered to stroke the silky shaft once, then again.
“Marcus.” Jordan nearly bit out his name, and Marcus felt tremendous pride that he could bring such a strong and dynamic man to the edge of his control so quickly.
Turning, he gripped the edge of the tub, his knees on the bench so he could lift himself higher, lean over, and give his lover free, easy access.
“No, not on the bench. Stand up, sweetheart, and brace your legs apart and away from the wall of the tub and then lean over.” Marcus complied instantly even as he wondered why Jordan wanted this different, more difficult position. Then he had no time to wonder as the cold glide of lubricant caressed his anus. He shivered, braced for the wonderful sensation of hot cock sliding into him. His body knew Jordan and adapted easily to the invasion. The slow slide Reckless Abandon
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in, then retreat, just to slide home again spread such tingles of delight through every part of his body that Marcus groaned, lost in bliss.
The water rippled, and a hot feminine mouth closed over his cock.
Oh, God . Now he understood what Jordan had been doing when he’d ordered this position—making room for their woman. The double seduction nearly overwhelmed him in the first moment.
Jordan bit his shoulder. “Don’t come,” he warned.
Marcus sobbed, the challenge to his will nearly too much. On the bench before him Chastity sucked his cock, running her tongue along his shaft, one hand caressing his balls while the other splayed up his chest to tease a nipple.
“You’ll kill me,” he said, half in jest. The laugh that had wanted to erupt morphed into a moan of total delight. He’d never been the focus of two lovers at the same time. No wonder Chastity had screamed when she’d come.
“If I get a choice, it’s how I want to go,” Jordan said. His hands gripped Marcus’s hips and he could feel the tension in the man’s body and marveled at the force of will that kept his thrusts measured and slow.
Marcus flexed the fingers of his left hand then played them through Chastity’s soft brown hair. Her mouth, hot and wet, moved in nearly the same cadence as Jordan’s hips, and Marcus marveled at the primitive passion swirling, rising as if it had a life and a will of its own. He didn’t know if he could hold back his orgasm much longer in the face of such ardent stimulus.
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