"Yeah?" Chance finally looked up and saw a blissful expression on Mark's face. Anything else he might have said got cut off when Mark's mouth crashed over his, Mark's tongue invading his mouth. When Mark pulled back for breath, Chance used the space created to slide back onto his feet.
But he didn't stop there. He grabbed Mark's arms and reversed their positions, pushing Mark against the door and sinking down onto his knees. His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper hiding the impressive bulge of Mark's sex from his eyes. Within seconds he had Mark's erection in hand, the older man's jeans and underwear pulled down to mid-thigh.
Mark responded with a strangled gasp, pushing his massive organ through Chance's hold, shuddering when Chance tightened his grip and began to pump up and down the hard length. The tip of Mark's prick was dripping pre-come, and the sight and smell made Chance's mouth water. Unable to resist, he leaned forward, darting his tongue out to swipe quickly across the spongy end of Mark's cock. He pressed the tip of his tongue into the slit, looking for more of the intoxicating flavor.
"Oh, shit, baby! Good. So good…" Mark's fingers threaded into his hair and gently tugged him forward, wordlessly begging for more.
Chance obliged and parted his lips, inviting Mark into his mouth. Humming around the welcome intrusion, he let his tongue flutter along the prominent vein throbbing along Mark's length. With a quick breath he surged forward, taking Mark down the back of his throat and swallowing before backing off again to suckle gently at the tip.
Mark doubled over him, pressing his face into the back of Chance's neck and cursing softly. Chance ran the tip of his tongue along the indention below the head of Mark's cock and smiled around the mouthful. He and Alex hadn't progressed to fucking, but blowjobs? He was a genius. It was a heady feeling, getting so strong a response from someone new, someone as hot as Mark.
Chance gave Mark a few moments to recover, waiting until he straightened back up before sucking again. Turned on more than he could ever remember, Chance reached for the front of his own pants. He worked them open and shoved his hand into the sticky mess under the waistband of his boxers, fisting his own needy cock as he pleasured Mark with his mouth. He redoubled his efforts, wanting to give the incredible man his best blow ever, wanting Mark to enjoy it as much as he was.
He used every trick he knew, bobbing his head quickly along the hard length, sucking in a steady rhythm as his tongue danced in random patterns. His efforts paid off, and after a few moments Mark's hands gripped his hair tightly and held him while he thrust into his mouth. Chance stilled and hummed, allowing Mark to take what he wanted until the movements began to stutter and became jerky. At that point he pulled off and squeezed hard against the base of Mark's prick in an effort to hold off his orgasm. It was cruel, he knew, but he didn't want Mark to come yet, not like that. He had bigger plans.
Chance pressed against Mark's hip to still his desperate movements. Mark's hands tugged softly at Chance's hair and his body sagged back against the wall before he let out a long groan of frustration.
Chance had half expected him to protest, to force himself back into Chance's mouth and finish off the way he wanted to—the way Alex would have done. But no, Mark allowed Chance to take the lead, petting his hair soothingly while he gulped for air.
Chance pressed a kiss against Mark's thigh and released his prick, digging into his back pocket for a condom. Catching the edge of the foil packet between his teeth, he tore it open. Mark stared down at him through heavy lids and Chance met and held his gaze, quickly working the condom onto Mark's straining erection.
"I asked you to fuck me, remember?" Chance tugged at Mark's pants, pulling them down below his knees. "Off, please?"
Mark laughed and smoothed his hand along Chance's cheek before nodding and lifting one foot. "Yeah, okay. Off." He allowed Chance to pull off the heavy boots and socks before stepping out of his pants legs.
Chance sat back on his heels once the job was done and took in the glorious sight of Mark's nude body. A fine sheen of sweat glistened across his chest and belly, beading in his dark hairs and drawing attention to his undeniable masculinity. Chance leaned forward and swiped his tongue through the line running down from Mark's navel, following the treasure trail back down to his sheathed erection.
Now that they were headed for the fucking Chance had been longing for, he felt nervous. Nuzzling the impressive organ between Mark's thighs, Chance tried to calm himself, nipping at Mark's pubic hairs and tugging gently, looking for any available distraction.
Instead of putting things off, it seemed to fuel Mark's lust. In one quick move he hauled Chance onto his feet and pulled him flush against his body, taking his mouth in a fierce kiss, Mark's tongue pushing between his teeth while his hands slid into the back of his pants. Those hands squeezing his bare ass made Chance's head spin, and he nearly came again when Mark's strong fingers pushed between his cheeks and rubbed against his hole.
Chance groaned and pushed away from Mark, needing to put space between them before he really embarrassed himself. He had to keep it together or he would never make it to the main event. Mark stood watching him, panting for breath, his entire body flushed and his eyes eager. Well, of course—unlike Chance, he hadn't come yet.
Chance smiled shyly, trying to appear confident as he toed off his shoes and dug into his pocket again, fishing out a small bottle of lube. "Here, you know what to do with this, yeah?" He tossed the bottle over to Mark before pushing his pants and underwear down and off his legs. Naked, Chance turned away from Mark and crossed the room to the bed. He slowly crawled onto the center and positioning himself on all fours, hoping the move appeared seductive rather than scared.
He must have pulled it off, because Mark joined him quickly, one warm hand on Chance's ass and his mouth on the small of Chance's back. "Damn, Chance! So eager, that's so sexy!" Mark mumbled against his back before snapping the cap on the lube open. The sound seemed loud as a shot to Chance's ears and he tensed, then grimaced, hoping the older man wouldn't notice his reaction.
Mark squeezed one of his ass cheeks and rubbed a slick finger around his exposed hole. Chance dropped his head onto his arms and spread his legs wider, giving Mark better access. When Mark's finger pushed into him, fast and deep Chance hissed and bit the soft skin on his forearm to keep quiet. The stretch and the burn weren't bad, but unfamiliar, and knowing where this was leading made him nervous again. By the time Mark had worked a second finger into him, scissoring them and stretching him in earnest, Chance couldn't help tensing back up.
"Damn, baby, you're tight. Real damn tight—has it been a while?" Mark ran his free hand up and down Chance's spine and nibbled gently on the tender flesh of Chance's ass cheek. The concern in his voice sounded genuine, and he'd been nothing but kind. He deserved to know the truth.
Chance looked back over his shoulder and met Mark's eyes. Before he could change his mind, he swallowed back his panic and blurted it out. "It's been never, Mark. You're in uncharted territory back there… Where no man has gone before."
Chapter Eight
Chance watched Mark's eyes go from heavy with lust to wide with surprise. He sat back on his heels and carefully pulled his fingers from Chance's ass, staring at him openmouthed. Well, at least he hadn't bolted for the door…
"Damn, baby, you've never? Hell, why didn't you say something?! W-we don't have to…" Mark waved his hand between the two of them. Chance shook his head and rolled over until he was sitting in front of Mark. He reached out and cupped Mark's sturdy jaw, kissing him quiet before pressing his forehead against Mark's.
"I want this Mark. I want you. I'm not a pure, innocent virgin here. I've done other stuff before, and I know what I'm doing now. We all have to have a first, yeah?"
His eyes solemn, Mark nodded.
"I want mine to be you." Chance punctuated his point by kissing Mark and sliding onto his lap, rubbing their erections together. He knew better than to play fair if he hoped to get what he wanted.
Mark groaned into the kiss and pushed forward, laying Chance down and pressing him into the mattress. The weight of the larger body on top of his felt incredible, and the hard prick prodding his thigh sent a shiver up his spine. Chance moaned back into Mark's mouth, wrapping his arms around his muscular neck and parting his legs to cradle Mark between them. Digging his heels into the mattress, he pushed his hips up, pressing his groin into Mark's stomach.
Mark pulled out of the kiss and stared down into his eyes, searching. His hand slowly slid down Chance's body, past his hip and down his thigh, then around back up the tender skin of his inner thigh. The hand stopped between his legs, the fingers pressing at the patch of skin behind Chance's balls and ghosting over his slick hole.
Mark pressed his thumb inside Chance, rubbing slow circles around the muscle and watching Chance's face intently. "If I hurt you, or if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you say so, alright? And if you change your mind at any point, stop me. Are we clear?"
Chance nodded and caressed Mark's neck and face, grinning up at him and bucking against the questing thumb, forcing the digit deeper. It slipped through the ring of muscle and Chance hissed, arching his back and thrashing his head against the pillow, his mouth open with the pleasure.
"Want you Mark. I want you." Chance shifted on the mattress, trying to roll back over onto his stomach, but Mark stopped him. Mark held him down with his hands on both hips, shaking his head 'no.'
Chance whimpered in distress. Was Mark having second thoughts? He couldn't face rejection now, not this close! "Please, Mark." He was far too aroused and needy to care about pride or dignity. He needed, and he would do whatever it took to get what he needed. "Please take me, Mark. Please fuck me."
The rest of his plea got cut off as Mark collapsed back on top of him, stealing his breath with a frantic kiss. "Okay, baby, I've got you. But I want to do it like this, okay? Face to face. I need to see you, and it won't be so scary for you if you can see what's happening. Okay, baby?"
Chance nodded frantically, too choked up to reply. He forced his eyes shut, clutching Mark's shoulders and squeezing with his thighs, holding on. Mark kissed him, peppering his face and hair with kisses, massaging his chest and sides.
"Okay, baby, you got me. I'm not going anywhere." Under his soothing attention Chance relaxed his grip, letting his legs falling open. He carded his fingers through Mark's hair, pulling him close for a proper kiss.
Mark opened for him, letting their tongues tangle together, letting the tension ease from both their bodies. When they came up for air Chance opened his eyes again, finding Mark's eyes dreamy and filled with passion again instead of worry.
Mark settled his weight onto one elbow, his hand warm against Chance's ribs while the other skated a sensuous path across Chance's chest, down his stomach and between his legs, pausing briefly to squeeze and roll his balls before slipping between his butt cheeks.
"Yes!" Chance hissed, pulling one leg back and grabbing his thigh, opening himself for Mark's exploration. Mark smiled and echoed him with his own breathy "yes" before pressing two fingers inside him again.
Mark leaned down, taking one of Chance's nipples into his mouth. He sucked in a slow, steady rhythm, matching the pace of his fingers. Chance could only gasp in response, tangling his fingers in Mark's hair and holding on. Every tug on his nipple made his cock jump, and the burn in his ass had morphed from pain into pleasure.
Looking for more, Chance tilted his hips, rocking onto Mark's fingers. Out of nowhere, a sudden wave of intense pleasure washed over him. "Oh, shit! Oh my God, Mark! Oh God, Oh God… Mark. Shit, Mark!" Chance writhed on the bed as Mark continued to push against that same spot inside of him. The urgency of it had Chance leaking pre-come onto his belly, the sticky liquid pooling in the crease between his leg and groin.
"Oh, yeah, there it is." Mark lifted his head from Chance's chest and grinned, watching his face. Chance's balls drew up close to his body, and he felt another climax building just from Mark stretching him.
Before Chance could lose it completely, Mark pulled his fingers away, massaging the trembling muscles on Chance's thigh. "Mark!" Chance sobbed, unable to hold back with his entire body shaking with need. Now it was his turn to whimper with the frustration of a denied climax, his arousal painful and his need more acute than he could ever remember.
Mark reached across the bed, grabbing an extra pillow. "Lift up your hips for me."
Chance complied, feeling ridiculous and trying not to laugh at the position he found himself in. The mirth disappeared, replaced by wanton lust when Mark pressed pushed three slick fingers into him, twisting them slowly and pumping in and out a few more times.
Pulling his fingers free again, Mark drizzled lube into his open palm and quickly coated his covered cock. "Remember, you tell me if you want me to stop, all right? For any reason. You just say the word, and I'll stop."
Mark waited for Chance to nod before reaching between their bodies and positioning himself at Chance's opening. He settled his weight onto both arms, bracing them on either side of Chance's body. Chance grabbed those strong arms, tensing as he felt Mark's sex pressing against him.
"Relax, baby," Mark urged, bending forward to brush his mouth against Chance's in a reassuring kiss. "Push out and breathe," he whispered. "Breathe."
Chance pushed out, and he felt the head of Mark's cock slip past the ring of muscle and into him. Digging his fingers into Mark's arms, he struggled to relax, his ass tightening and releasing around Mark spasmodically. The intrusion felt strange, unfamiliar, and slightly painful. Chance closed his eyes, trying to calm down and enjoy the new experience.
Mark didn't move, didn't try to push for more or pull out. He just waited, giving Chance the opportunity to adjust and decide what he wanted. As his body adjusted, Chance settled down. He took a few more deep breaths and swallowed a few times before opening his eyes. He grinned at Mark and raised his head enough so he could see where he and Mark were joined. "Wow."
Mark laughed, his whole body shaking, and it felt amazing. Chance dropped his head back onto the pillow, gasping.
"You ready for more?" Mark asked.
Chance tried to answer, but mouth and vocal cords weren't cooperating. Luckily, Mark seemed to understand, and he slowly rocked his hips, pulling out slightly and then pushing back in, going a little deeper each time. The stretching and the burn quickly went from uncomfortable to intensely pleasurable. When Mark finally bottomed out, Chance was quaking with excitement.
But Mark stopped and didn't move.
Chance groaned, circling his hips in frustration. "God, Mark! More! Please, move!"
"Hell, yes." Mark hissed, rocking his hips back, almost pulling out of Chance's body before pausing, and then snapping his hips forward and entering him again in one quick, smooth movement.
Chance gasped and threw his head back, his eyes rolling and his throat working as he struggled not to come.
"Oh, God, Chance…" Mark pressed his face into the curve of Chance's neck, kissing and sucking and making Chance's head spin. After a few thrusts, Chance regained his control enough to recognize the rhythm Mark had set. He tried to match it, tried to give back by rocking his own hips up to meet Mark's thrusts.
The heat of Mark's breath left Chance's neck and the thrusts became more forceful. Mark was hitting Chance's prostate with every stroke, and the assault was incredible, far more intense than Chance would have ever imagined. The fiery tingle of an impending orgasm pooling at the base of his spine caught Chance by surprise. He cried out Mark's name, forcing his eyes open and staring up at Mark, their eyes meeting, both wide with shock. Chance clung to Mark, his seed spraying between their bodies without either of them even touching his erection.
Mark froze above him, his eyes darting between Chance's face and groin, surprise clearly written on his face. Soon after, however, the surprise was replaced with the dark flush of need. Mark reared back onto his knees, roughly pulling Chance's ass up onto his thighs.
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In the aftermath of his orgasm Chance went boneless, sinking back into the mattress, fully relaxed. He felt Mark's hands slide around his hips, grasping his ass, and the feral look in Mark's eyes made Chance's pulse pick up again. Mark tilted him up, holding his hips a few feet off the mattress with his thumbs across Chance's hip bones and his fingers digging into his ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
Then, Mark began pounding into him with brutal force. Chance slid up the mattress, nearly reaching the headboard before Mark tightened his grip and yanked him back onto his cock. In an effort to help, Chance threw his hands up over his head, bracing against the headboard and wrapping his legs tight around Mark's waist, urging him on.
A few more frantic thrusts and Mark froze, his body going tight and his face relaxing into total ecstasy. Chance choked back tears when he felt Mark come inside him. It was the most extraordinary thing he had ever felt. His body ached in the most delicious way from Mark's rough handling, but it didn't hurt enough to distract him from the look of pure pleasure on Mark's face. Chance had never seen anything so beautiful.
The tension left Mark's body and Chance relaxed, closing his eyes and allowing his legs to fall away from Mark's waist. Mark slowly lowered Chance's hips back onto the mattress, pushing the pillow out of the way and following him down. Sprawling on top of Chance, kissing his chest, then his neck, Mark worked his way up to Chance's face.
Chance sighed, enjoying the weight on top of him and the rhythm of Mark's heartbeat drumming against his chest. Smiling, he wrapped an arm around Mark's shoulders, his fingers sliding along the sweat-drenched muscles. Chance had never experienced such a perfect moment, and the sudden tension in Mark's body when his lips finally slid against Chance's cheek startled him into opening his eyes.
Mark brushed Chance's cheek with trembling fingers and grimaced. "Damn, Chance." He rolled off and settled on the mattress beside him, running his hands over Chance's body. Chance blinked in confusion and a tear fell onto his already damp cheeks. Embarrassed, Chance threw his arm over his face. He was crying? Shit!
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