Page 59 of So I'll Know
“Marcus . . .” he pleads as my mouth reaches his hip.
I glance up. If he asks me to stop, I will, but he doesn’t. He lies back and places a forearm over his eyes, like he’s hiding from something.
From what I’m about to find.
I inch the sheet down further, and that’s when I see it. A shiny, raised pink scar on his hip about two inches long. It’s perfectly straight as if . . . as if he cut it himself.
“Oh, sweet boy,” I whisper.
My eyes scan the rest of his body, catching on dozens of other scars decorating the insides of his thighs, but they’re much lighter and smaller. Older. My heart breaks for him, but I know Jeremy doesn’t want my pity, so I keep my thoughts locked down as I explore.
This one on his hip is fresh, and I suddenly remember the way he rubs this spot when he’s agitated or anxious. I run my finger over it, caressing it gently, and he whimpers. His dick has softened, falling to one side, and I feel his body tremble as he begins to cry in earnest.
Without thinking, I kiss the scar tenderly, and Jeremy shudders, his face still covered.
“Jer.” When he doesn’t respond, I say it louder. “Jer, baby, look at me.” I graze his hip with my lips again. “Is this okay?”
He carefully lowers his arm, his reddened eyes meeting mine. He takes in a shaky breath, pushing himself up on his hands and staring down his body, his face a mask of grief and disgust.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Fucking perfect. Is this okay?” I ask again. “Say the word, and I’ll stop, but you don’t have to hide.” I slide forward and cup his face. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“It’s—it’s okay,” he rasps as I touch him gently, exploring thedips and curves of his hips and groin, scars and all. “It feels really g-good.”
“Relax, Jeremy. I gotchu.” I lower my face, licking and nipping at the soft skin around his pelvis, nuzzling the spot between his thigh and his balls. I inhale his musky scent, and it makes my mouth water.
“Marcus,” he moans my name, and his cock begins to harden again as I kiss the base and lick up to his tip. I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue, and he whines and gives his hips a little thrust.
It’s different from last night as I take his long dick all the way down my throat. There’s no fabric between my face and his hot, bare skin. His short pubic hair tickles my cheeks, and feeling bold, I run a finger along his taint, moving it to his puckered hole.
“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers knotting in my hair.
My eyes water, and spit drips from the corner of my mouth as my blow job gets sloppier, but it’s pretty much the hottest thing I’ve ever done. My brain goes back to the orgasm I had with Norah, and I realize that I want him to feel that too. That unmatched euphoric high. I want to be the one to push him off the edge. I want him to fly.
I slide my finger through the slick saliva running down Jeremy’s cock, coating it, then slide it back to his asshole. He stares down at me, his cheeks red, his blond hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He looks completely wrecked.
“Are you sure?” he pants.
“Areyou?”
“God, yes.”
I push his legs even wider apart, admiring his pink little hole as I run my digit over it, circling and teasing. Jeremy pushes onto my finger, his body swallowing the tip.
“You’re so tight,” I mutter.
I bet it would feel amazing to put my dick in him.But a hint of fear and uncertainty dampens the thought.
I push in farther, reaching my first knuckle and then my second. He relaxes and opens for me, moving down my digit even more, so I insert a second, scissoring them open. As I do, I brush over his prostate.
“Holy fucking shit!” His head falls back, hips bucking into my hand. “More,” he pants. “Do that again, big guy. Your fingers are so fucking big.” He reaches for his dick, but I push his hand away. “Please,” he begs. “Ineedto come. I’m gonna die.”
“Not yet, Starlight,” I rumble. I use my other hand to jack him slowly, smearing his precum all over his dick, which is thickening by the second. He’s making mewling noises as I start to fuck him with my fingers, thrusting in time with my hand on his cock. “So needy. For me.”
“For you. Marcus, I’m so close. Oh my God.”
“Then come for me, pretty boy.”
His small frame tenses with a grunt, and cum sprays from the tip of his cock as he releases a ragged cry. The sight is so sexy that I have to rut against the bed, trying to ease some of my own tension.
