by Cameron Dane
Marek nodded and looked away, putting his stare on the pool. “Just take care as you go up.” He held back, out of touching range, but said, “I'll be right behind you.”
Give him some quiet to pull himself together. Colin started up the steps without another word, extremely mindful of where he placed his feet and hands. He could not believe in horsing around he had almost charged up these uneven steps without care; Colin could only be grateful Marek possessed a cool head and sharp reflexes. Otherwise, Colin might have been two steps up and right off the edge before Marek's verbal warning had a chance to penetrate his brain.
Reaching the shelf, Colin moved toward the back and sat down, bending his legs to his chest. The damp from the flat slab of stone sank into his bare ass, but Colin welcomed the brief shock of cold. Marek reached the landing but hung back, letting his attention drift over the entirety of the small lean-to structure. It looked like he made a move toward jumping again but instead swept in on Colin, sank to his knees, and stole an aggressive, desperate kiss.
Colin immediately opened up and let Marek in, loving the duel of tongues and Marek's sweeps into the depths of his mouth. Angling his head, Colin wrapped his arms around Marek's neck and pulled him in closer, taking a little bit of the charge back. Marek's hands fell to the ground to hold himself up, and he breathed heavily against Colin's mouth as the tips of their tongues pulsed in and out, grazing one another and retreating with exquisite tastes for more.
On the fourth flick, Colin captured Marek's tongue and suckled the nubby length, drawing it past his lips to the wet heat of his mouth. He pulled on the small appendage with suction, and licked the smoother underside, earning him a tremble from Marek.
Colin let Marek's tongue slip free, and looked into his eyes. “Let me suck your cock. I want it.”
Marek groaned and pushed Colin's legs apart, making room to slide himself in. “I want inside you again.” He held Colin's hips and ground their thickening penises together, setting Colin's length on fire. Marek nipped at Colin's sensitized lips, pulling the lower one between his teeth, not stopping until it slipped free. “Even if I can only use a few fingers.”
Colin smiled against Marek as he remembered what he still had in the pocket of his jeans. “You can start with as many fingers as you want.” Fuck. Colin's passage throbbed, already anticipating the invasion. “But there's no need to stop at that.” His grabbed his discarded jeans, shoved his hand into the front pocket, and withdrew the pillow packet of lube. “You can thank Tom next time you see him. He has an interesting array of stuff in his shaving kit, and I grabbed one of these last night before I came to you.” He waved the white pack enticingly in front of Marek's face.
Marek grabbed the lube out of Colin's hand and studied it, apparently seeing a convenience packet for the first time. “Nice. Maybe I'll send him a fruit basket.”
Colin pushed into Marek with his weight and eased the man down onto his back. “Or a big slab of meat.” He kneeled on his hands and knees over Marek, looking at him with all kinds of dirty ideas showing in his eyes.
Marek chuckled. He slid his hand around the back of Colin's head and drew him close. “I'm not even gonna go there.” He lifted his head and captured Colin's mouth in a slow, exploring kiss. His fingers dug into Colin's hair, and his other hand slid down Colin's side to clutch his hip, pressing until he toppled Colin down on top of him. Marek then curled his hand right around Colin's ass, rocked their groins together, and let his fingers delve until the tips rubbed over Colin's excited sphincter. The man kissed Colin as if he had all year to do it; he probed Colin's mouth with gentle, shallow stabs and caressed his hair and nape with the softest brushes from his fingers. Colin's heart pounded, his hole shivered for more, and he very nearly pushed back on the pressure against his bud to help Marek get inside his ass.
No. Not yet. Using supreme will, Colin shoved his hand between their mouths and drew up to his knees. “Hold on.” He stared down and groaned at the picture Marek created with his red-tinged lips, slashing cheekbones, and bottomless blue eyes. “God knows you're about the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen, but I want a taste of your cock before you fuck me again.” He rubbed his thumb across the fullness of Marek's lower lip. “I won't be kissed out of my mind and forget about it.”
Marek grabbed Colin's thumb with his teeth and pulled it inside his mouth, sucking the digit and teasing the webbing with his tongue. All the while, his focus held on Colin, dark and unwavering.
“Hell yeah.” Colin succumbed to desire as he watched Marek perform fellatio on his thumb. “I'll do it just like that.” Colin's dick was hard as a rock, but he reluctantly withdrew his finger, making a little popping noise as he severed the connection. Shaking his head to clear the fog, he tilted Marek's head back and licked down the column of his throat, pausing to dip his tongue into the indentation beneath his Adam's apple. Marek's throat convulsed as he swallowed, and his hips bumped up into Colin's core. Colin burrowed into the curve again, fucking the little dip with his tongue.
Marek spread his arms wide and pushed his palms, spread-fingered, into the stone. He hissed, and his head arched even farther back. “You have an incredible mouth and tongue.”
Colin kept his head down, but glanced up with his eyes. “Oh, I'm just getting started.” With that, he shimmied down and proceeded to anoint every inch of skin covering Marek's shoulders and chest with a brush of his lips, a light graze of his teeth, or taste from his tongue. He ran the tip of his finger around the small dark circle of Marek's nipple and then coated the area with a drop of spit. In response, Marek rolled his body in a long, needful wave, making Colin eager to do more. He curled his lips in over his teeth and worried the twisted disc of flesh, pausing to sweep his tongue back and forth over the tiny tip before moving on.
Pecking kisses across the width of Marek's chest, Colin gave similar ministrations to Marek's other nipple, loving every jolt and start the man's body gave him. He dipped and licked down the side of Marek's torso, shifting as he created a slick trail on Marek's warm, tan skin, and not stopping until he reached Marek's hip. Skin pulled taut over the jutting bone, and Colin opened wide over it, sucking with as much enthusiasm as he planned to do with Marek's prick.
Marek groaned and drew one leg up, curling his toes into the damp flooring. He palmed the back of Colin's thigh, yanking and manipulating until Colin straddled his chest. “If you don't hurry it up”—his voice was ragged and strained—“you're gonna get about one lick at my cock before I bury it all the way in your ass.” Marek dragged Colin's buttocks down and spread his cheeks. “I'm getting you ready right now.” He plunged his face into Colin's crease, sucked right on his asshole, and Colin very nearly came undone.
Groaning against the insane pleasure, Colin slid down to his elbows and spread his legs wider on either side of Marek's chest, eager to open himself to more of the intimate kiss. Marek licked and poked at his pucker, driving the muscle and channel beyond into a pulsing frenzy for more. Colin dropped his head down and sucked in cleansing oxygen, trying desperately to clear his mind. He couldn't help pushing his ass back into the rimming, though, searching for something deeper that would fill him full inside. A cool, slick substance shocked the heated area, and moments later, a firmer pressure tapped Colin's bud, steadily increasing force, until Colin's body gave up the battle and Marek's finger penetrated his ass.
“Ohhh fucckk…” Colin squeezed his eyes shut and bit his cheek as Marek eased that single finger out and slowly pushed in two, twisting them and working in more lube. Colin's channel throbbed with every tormenting slide along his walls, and his penis snapped to full salute against Marek's neck, dripping early cum.
Carnal desires racked Colin's body, and he blindly turned his head, searching for Marek's cock. A searing line of heat stamped a brand on his jaw and cheek, and Colin licked his way up to the top, engulfing the head and then taking half the length to his throat. Marek's hips bucked with the taking, and he redoubled his efforts in Colin's ass with a
third finger slipping inside and spreading, stretching Colin's opening with a twist of pleasure and pain. Colin released Marek's erection to swallow and grit his teeth, but as soon as he could breathe again, he stuffed his mouth full of rearing cock one more time and pressed his tongue flat down the topside while taking Marek almost to the root.
“Enough, enough.” Marek withdrew his fingers from Colin's chute and reached down, knocking at Colin's jaw as he went for his own nuts and pulled them away from his body. “If you don't turn around and sit on me right now, I'm gonna come down your throat, and we're gonna leave your pretty ass open and slick for nothing.”
Smiling inside, Colin oh-so-lightly grazed his teeth up Marek's granite-hard cock and swiped the slit with his tongue, to the sounds of low cursing and groans from Marek behind him. Colin turned around and straddled himself right over Marek's straining cock. He found Marek's gaze and held it. Watching, he said, “We can't have that.” He reached back and took Marek in hand, lined them up, and bore right down on his thick head. Colin rolled his hips and pushed, and with a grunt of pleasure, Marek broke through, breaching Colin's ass.
“Jesus Christ.” Marek's eyes darkened to cobalt as Colin swallowed each inch with his rectum, and it looked like he didn't breathe until Colin had every centimeter tucked inside and could take no more. “Still so tight.” He drew his legs up and grabbed onto Colin's thighs, sinking his fingers painfully into Colin's flesh. “Suffocating.” He flexed under Colin, withdrawing and entering again, creating torturously inadequate friction along Colin's walls.
“More.” Colin curled his hands into fists on Marek's chest and rocked his lower body in a faster, delicious slide up and down on Marek's invading prick. “Take more.”
Marek sucked in a breath and knifed his hips in a rougher rhythm, countering deeply with every downward thrust of Colin's ass. “Oh yeah, fuck me.” Marek's face twisted, and he stabbed his dick deep inside Colin, owning Colin, even from the more submissive position. “Fuck my cock.”
Colin slid down and wrapped his arms around Marek's head, fusing chest to chest, and crying out with pleasure as his passage took a pounding. With his legs folded in half on either side of Marek's waist and hips, Colin slammed his flaming tunnel down to receive Marek's piercing length again and again, groaning in time with every full taking. Colin squeezed his anal muscles with all his might, clutched at Marek's cock inside, and swore to God he could feel each and every ridged vein inside him.
The mist from the fall swirled around them, and the shielding wall of water and drumming noise blocked out everything beyond, cocooning Colin and Marek in a private world smack in the middle of the outdoors. Colin bracketed his arms around Marek's head and became trapped in the depth and focus of his stare. He whipped his ass up and down over Marek's embedded erection, burning for the physical joy in the connection, but the hold with his gaze locked Colin to this man more powerfully than any interlocked body parts ever could. Colin got so caught up in wanting another level of closeness with Marek that he brushed his thumb on the sharp cut of Marek's cheek and dipped down to sip a kiss off his lips, aching for the muffled noise and cling of mouths Marek gave him in response.
“Ohhh goddamnit fuck…” Marek delved one hand down to Colin's backside and the other into his hair, clutching him in a violent hold. Fusing Colin to his front, Marek surged his cock deep one more time, stilled, and with a shudder, succumbed to orgasm and emptied himself inside Colin's ass.
Wetness filled Colin, coating the deepest parts of his bowel with hot cum. A long, thick cock pulsed in his rectum, a big hand gripped his buttocks in a bruising hold, and a husky voice whispered against his lips, “Let me feel you come.”
Colin didn't know if it was the final request, or a combination of the three, but his balls responded to it like the most intimate touch. His penis swelled ridiculously. Squished between his stomach and Marek's, Colin gave it up and came, shooting seed all over their flesh. His anus contracted all around Marek, and they both shivered as the last wave of sensation rippled through their sated bodies.
Marek continued to hold Colin to him for a long stretch of time afterward. Colin would have stayed forever, but eventually his leg muscles and hip protested the folded position. An unintentional groan escaped him, giving him away.
“Are you okay?” Marek immediately released him and gently rolled him onto his side, running his hand all up and down the side of his body, and even delved his fingers into Colin's crack to settle his asshole. “Damn me.” He rubbed Colin's hip, and Colin just managed to bite down a wince. The man would surely blame himself for something Colin had gloried in participating in equally.
“Shh, please.” Grabbing Marek's questing fingers, Colin carried them to his lips and pressed a kiss to the callused skin. “I'm fine. I promise.” Colin rolled to his back and moved Marek's big hand to his cheek, holding it there. “But you're not going to get me out of this hiding spot and back down the mountain until you feed me.” His gaze drifted to the waterfall and came back to Marek with a smile. “Unless you want to pick me up and toss me over the edge.”
“Not unless I'm holding you in my arms.” Marek leaned down and brushed his lips back and forth over the sensitivity of Colin's, teasing him into a moan, then pecked a kiss to the tip of his nose. “You relax.” He winked and hopped to his feet. “I'll go get the pack with food. Be right back.”
Colin watched Marek walk away, stifling another groan at the combination of balls-to-the-wall sexy and pussycat gentle that made up just a few parts of this complex man. He'd known it from the second he saw the house from the deck of the schooner and then met Marek again in person after living with him for two years in his dreams; Colin was in even bigger trouble with the reality of Marek Donovan than the mirage in his mind.
I am already knee-deep in love with him and can't imagine leaving this place or him.
Marek surely wasn't ready to hear words like commitment and love.
Digging the heels of his hands into his forehead, Colin groaned.
Fuck.
Chapter Fourteen
Colin let himself inside the house the next afternoon after having spent part of the day with Tom, Alison, Gayle, and Sylvia. Marek had driven him to Vanua Levu in his boat this morning and had returned home to do some work; Colin had driven himself back in his speedboat rental.
He put down a few bags and leaned against the doorjamb to toe off his shoes, eager to be barefoot again. The soles of his feet hit the hardwood floor and a nice little buzz tickled up to his calves. He chuckled, almost used to the minor sensations now. “Hi, darlin'.” He ran his hand along the wall and swore to God it vibrated under his hand like a purring cat. “I'm here.”
A throat cleared to Colin's right, and he spun to find Marek leaning against the entry to the computer room. The man arched his brow, and he affected his familiar stance of arms crossed against his chest.
“I should have known better than to think that endearment was for me,” Marek said. “And here I got up from my work to greet you and everything.” Marek smirked, and Colin knew his lover only humored him with his comments about the house and didn't entirely believe the things Colin felt were real.
Colin strolled across the foyer at a leisurely pace and came to a stop right in front of Marek. “Shame to put those ten feet you walked from the computer to waste.” He slid both arms around Marek's waist and yanked him in right close. “Yes, the house is my darlin', but remember”—Colin rubbed his groin against the bulge pushing behind Marek's cargo pants—“you are my sexy baby.” He pushed Marek back into the squared arch and leaned into him, stealing a warm, exploratory hello kiss. He nudged the seam of Marek's lips and slipped his tongue inside, slowly tasting heat and a mixture of sweet fruits with a hint of smoke, something entirely Marek.
Marek kissed his way up the side of Colin's face, ending at his hairline. “Mmm…” Inhaling, he circled his hand around Colin's neck and brushed his thumb along the line of his jaw. “So you've added 'sexy' to my tit
le since this morning, have you?”
“After the things you did to me in the bathroom”—Colin could still feel the entire front of his body plastered to the wall as Marek covered him and fucked him from behind—“I thought the promotion well earned.”
“I aim to please.” Marek sidled out from the door frame but held Colin's hand and led him into the computer room, talking over his shoulder as he did. “But if you share even a single part of this cheesy conversation with anyone, I will buy ropes and a whip, and we will try an entirely new kind of play.”
“All right,” Colin said. “So I won't share the details with Jordan and Tag over lunch tomorrow.” Marek sat down in his plush swivel chair, and Colin leaned against the desk, crossing his legs at the ankle. “You can make sure I don't, because they would like you to come with me.” Colin rubbed his thumb over a tiny ink smear marring the corner of the desk and tried to wipe the ingrained stain away. “I didn't get to see them today, but I talked to them on the phone and set up an early afternoon lunch.” He worried the inside of his cheek as nerves tackled the steadiness in his voice. “Will you come with me?”
Marek sat completely still, his fingers steepled. Drumming the tips together, he eventually said, “I guess. If you want me to.” The edge of his lip pulled, almost making him look like he frowned. “If they want me there.”
Relief washed through Colin, and he pushed up a bit straighter. He's just nervous, not unwilling; that's all. “They do. Jordan and Tag would like to get to know the person who has been occupying so much of my time.” Colin shook his head, chuckling. “Shit, the others had a ton of questions today I didn't have the answers for either. Not that I would have shared your history without permission anyway.” Colin had given his investigator friends a strict follow-up order not to do a background check on Marek. He knew such an act would kill the trust he'd managed to earn from this man. Colin wanted a future here and already spent part of every day worrying about what would happen when it was time for him to leave. It nagged at him more and more every hour they were together, but he'd already pushed Marek so hard, so fast, he feared what broaching the subject of staying would do to what they were building. This state of limbo rubbed right against Colin's every instinct to pursue answers and have order in his life, and it constantly kept him on edge. Shit shit shit.
