Page 62 of So I'll Know
He cups my face. “Good boy. Such a pretty mouth.”
I lick my lips in anticipation. I haven’t tasted him since that first night, and I’m dying for another round. Marcus runs his hand through my hair and grips my strands, tilting my head back.
He places his mushroomed tip on my lips. “Open.”
I do, and he slides in much farther than I anticipate. I gag when he hits the back of my throat but quickly recover when he pulls out and thrusts in again.
Unlike last time, Marcus isn’t being shy or gentle; he’s brutal, and I love it.
I swirl my tongue around him, taking him deep until my nose is in his pubes, and I swallow around his cock, his precum a delicious hint of saltiness on my taste buds.
“Jesus, this mouth,” he says around a groan. “It feels . . . amazing.”
My saliva drips down his shaft, making a mess, and I use my other hand to rub the wetness into his balls and press my finger along his taint. His muscles tense as I slide my finger between his cheeks, the tip ghosting over his hole.
“Fuck,” he rumbles, gripping my hair so tight that my scalpaches, but it’s making my balls heavy, and my cock is so hard, it hurts.
I don’t know what’s happening. Giving head has never made me this horny. Ever.
“Mmm, look at you. Taking my cock like a good boy.”
“Shitshitshit,” I mumble around his cock because his praise lights me up. Desire swells in my veins, and it unexpectedly pushes me over the edge. I come hard and quick, filling my boxers as I grunt and groan around Marcus’s thick cock.
“Did you just?—”
My only answer is a hum of acknowledgment.
“That’s so hot.” Marcus groans again, much louder this time, and my eyes water as his movements become frantic. He gives a final brutal thrust, unloading hot cum down my throat. It fills my mouth and drips down my chin, but I swallow as much as I can.
I fall onto my back, and Marcus collapses at my side. We lie there in silence, listening to the rush of the ocean outside.
This morning during breakfast,Marcus kept peeking at his phone, looking so serious, and I got annoyed, finally telling him to turn it off for the rest of the trip because it was killing my vibe.
Surprisingly, he listened.
After retrieving Marcus’s boots from their place of shame on the bookstore lawn, we spend the rest of the morning walking the length of the beach. He tells me a little bit about growing up with Seb and Charlie and about some of the shit that Charlie went through a few years ago when she met Link and Trey. I tell him about living with my aunt after my parents died, though I skim over my year in foster care because I doubt he wants to hear my sob story. Later, we drive into the neighboring town ofSeaside during the afternoon to play at the arcade. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a really long time.
Marcus leans over me, his front to my back as he takes a turn at the Star Wars pinball machine. Honestly, playing it this way, with me nestled between his arms while he punches the buttons, his chin resting on my shoulder, is probably not helping his high score. But I’ve learned quickly that I crave his touch, so I’m not complaining.
Marcus is so different right now. I know it’s because we’re here and not in Seattle, where we could run into friends or coworkers or his father, who I’ve concluded is the primary reason for his jumpy nature when it comes to his sexuality. The thought of going home makes me sick to my stomach.
Will he break this off? Or worse, will he hide me and make me sneak around like some of the guys I dated in college? Those relationships never lasted long. I hate feeling like someone’s dirty secret. But then again, none of those guys made me feel this way: cherished, important, wanted. None of them was worth waiting for.
And Trey taught me to have grace and patience. He accepted me and all the other queer kids at our school. He was never ashamed of his sexuality, and so, after I came out, neither was I. Even though I was bullied a lot, my sexuality was never a question. And it was nice to have someone I could fuck around and find out with but also cuddle with in the open when I was having a bad day. He always had my back.
“Ha! Still got a high score,” Marcus says with a smirk, derailing my thoughts.
I glance at the scoreboard. “Not higher than whoever JLH is.”
Marcus scoffs. “That score has been there since I was a kid. Pretty sure it’s someone who works here.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“Do you want to try your hand? You’ve been abysmal at all the other games.”
“Ah, but little did you know that I am undefeated at pinball.”
His lips brush the shell of my ear. “Prove it, Starlight.”
