16. Marko

Chapter 16

Marko

H eath wasn’t kidding when he said he was impatient to get home.

We’ve barely made it into his loft and he’s on me like a spider monkey.

“Fuck, I’ve edged myself all day thinking of you in my mouth.” Heath’s lips trail down my neck as his hands fumble to unzip my jeans. “And your ink. I want to lick it all. See my cum on you.”

He groans when he drops to his knees and yanks my jeans to my thighs.

My dick springs out, and Heath says softly something that sounds like, ‘ Thank you, baby Jesus .’

“Did you just say a prayer to my dick?”

He pauses long enough to blink up at me. His cheeks are flushed as he licks his lips. He whispers, “I’m just thanking the powers that be for delivering me this bounty.”

Before I can respond, his lips are around me and he’s working to get me all the way down his throat.

“Oh my god…Heath…you shouldn’t be this good at this.” He responds by taking me deeper and I slam my hands to the wall behind me to stay upright. I swear he’s smiling as he works me over, but at this rate, I’ll be too spent to reciprocate .

His hand works under my balls and I want to spread my legs, but I can’t because I still have jeans on. Frustrating.

“Heath…” Sliding my hands into his hair, I tug until he finally releases me. “Come here.”

He stands up, and I shuffle us backwards until his back hits the kitchen counter. My lips tease his neck and I work my hands under his shirt before yanking it off and tossing it aside.

“You’re a natural, dragi . You suck my cock like it was made for you.”

“I’ve been practicing.” He drops his head back and grips the counter behind him.

I step back with a raised brow. “Um…what?”

Heath lifts his head, brows scrunched. “To be good at it? I practice.”

“I thought that we…” I motion between us.

“Oh, god. No! Not with other people, Marko. With my cock sucker.”

He tries to wriggle away, but I shake my head and press my hand against his bulge.

“Tell me later?”

He shakes his head. “No, let me show you.”

Heath is so intent on this, I relent and ease away so he can move behind his kitchen counter. He opens a drawer and removes a substantially sized cock-shaped sucker wrapped in plastic wrap.

“Colby said if I wanted to get used to having something deep in my throat, I needed to practice and train my gag reflex. It’s cherry.”

Heath unwraps the sucker and then shows me just how good he is at it .

“Fucking hell, Heath,” I breathe when his throat bulges with the sucker’s length—on the inside. “Remind me to send Colby a thank-you card. Put that thing down and get over here.”

He licks his lips with his signature grin before placing it on the plastic again.

“I prefer the real thing.” He snort laughs which is adorable. “Never thought I’d say that, but I do.”

Heath wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me down to him. His kisses are now soft as he uses his body to steer me through his loft until my legs bump into the edge of his bed. Which is perfect timing because my pants have slid down to my knees, and walking was growing difficult.

Perched on the end of his bed, Heath again kneels and removes first my pants and then my socks.

“You have nice feet.”

“Um, thanks?”

“People never notice feet. Just thought I’d tell you that is all.”

“You’re always so thoughtful, you know?” I’m aiming for a joke, but it’s true. Kind and thoughtful and perfect.

“Thank you.”

Heath grins and lifts my leg. He kisses my calf, then my knee before setting it down and motioning me to move up on his bed. After he strips off the rest of his clothes, he crawls up my body and traces the olive shrub tattoo on my thigh with a fingertip. He kisses it with such tenderness I can barely swallow the lump back in my throat.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you tonight?” he whispers and moves up to trace the pattern of waves over my ribs with his tongue .

“Nothing’s bothering me.”

Heath’s deep brown eyes lock on mine, and he presses a kiss on the Croatian flag tattoo, lingering there before raising on his elbows to kiss my nose.

“I won’t ask again, because I really, really want to get dirty with you right now, but I know something is on your mind.” He kisses me with more force and my hands grab his hips, holding him against me. “Just know I really like you, Marko.”

Heath whispers his confession before trailing his mouth down my neck and kissing random patterns along my body. Everywhere he touches me, my skin sings and I arch to keep his mouth on me. Every second he leaves space between us, I want to reach out and grab him to place him back.

This time when he sucks me in, he goes slower, like he’s savouring it, just like his giant sucker. Which might not be far from the truth knowing Heath.

“ Jebote , Heath…I’m gonna come.”

He hums and flicks his gaze up to me and he won’t release my dick even when I pull on his hair with a rough yank. “Heath!” I come so hard that spots dance in front of my eyes, and he coughs and sputters, letting cum drip down his face as he licks his swollen lips.

“That was even hotter than I thought it would be. Wow.” He wipes at his face as my body still shivers from the best blow job I’ve had in my life. He reaches for his erection and strokes himself, brown eyes drinking in my naked and spent form.

“Wow, is right.” My hand reaches for his neck, and he moves it away as I sit up to kiss him. He pulls back. “My face is still…I mean…”

Rather than use words, I grasp his neck and pull him forward, tasting myself everywhere. Heath shudders and gasps against my mouth, eagerly meeting my tongue. His cock pokes into me and I slide my hand around it. A low, animal-like growl vibrates his entire body.

“Lay down, ljubavi . I want to make you fall apart just like you did for me.”

Heath flops to the side and rolls to his back. His breath comes in shallow pants as his dark eyes watch me. Reaching over to his nightstand, I pull open the drawer and find what I want. After tossing the lube on the bed, I imitate what he did to me. First, kissing his calf, then knee, and up the inside of his thigh. I tease at his shaft with my tongue and he tilts his hips.

“Shit…Marko…”

His voice is still raspy after he abused his throat with my cock. So fucking sexy. Wrapping my lips around him, I slide my finger down his taint and stop at his hole. He inhales a sharp breath and I flick my gaze up to find him watching. Lips parted with a delicious glow on his cheeks, and fuck me, my cum still on his chin.

“Tell me if you don’t like it.”

He nods and licks his lips. Easing next to him, I take the lube from earlier and squirt some into my hand. Taking his cock back into my mouth, I tease him with a fingertip and he moans so beautifully I know it’s my new favourite sound.

I alternate teasing him with my mouth and a finger until he’s babbling nonsense, and his cock is so hard it has to hurt. Scrambling to my knees, I reach for more lube and Heath spreads his legs even further .

Sweaty curls stick to his forehead and his chest has a strawberry glow.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer, Marko. Please.”

Contorting myself so I can do everything I want to at once, I bend down to his lips. His hands pull my neck down as I slide my fingers into his slick hole.

“Oh god.” He kisses me and mumbles against my lips. “Don’t stop. Please, please.”

I can’t answer him because his tongue is down my throat, but I awkwardly reach in with my other hand for his cock while he presses onto my fingers.

One stroke.

That’s all it takes to have him scream my name so loud as he comes that I hope nobody knocks at the door. His back arches off the bed and I lose my balance, almost crashing down on him.

His hands shake as he slides a palm over my chest and I ease down next to him.

“You just fucked me with your fingers.”

“I did. You told me it was on your checklist.”

His eyes refocus on me, and he smiles. “It was!” Fingers trail down my arm and his eyelids droop. “Will you help me shower and sleep over? I think I’m too weak to do it myself. I think I used all my remaining energy to come.”

Chuckling, I lean down to kiss his forehead. “Of course I will, ljubavi .”

He stares at me for a few beats. “I really like that word, Marko.”

“Me too.”

He threads his fingers in my hair. “I think you’re turning into my everything. ”

Heath is so open with his thoughts and feelings it’s overwhelming in the best way. He kisses my cheek and rolls out of bed, bending himself and trying to keep his mess contained to his belly.

“Good lord, that’s a lot of cum. I didn’t know I could do that. Next time warn a guy.”

I burst out laughing as I follow him into the shower as he requested. After we’re both clean and snuggled under his covers, his breathing evens out quickly and he falls asleep with his head on my chest.

***

My eyes peel open and slam back shut when the sun greets them. A quick swipe with my hand around the bed confirms I’m alone. The disappointment is real for Heath’s smiling face and bed-rumpled hair, not being the first thing I see this morning. But the sounds of a tractor chugging and muffled voices below reminds me I’m on a farm.

And things start awfully early.

There’s no clock to be found, but there’s a folded sheet of paper with my name on it on the nightstand.

Hi!

I didn’t want to wake you up at 5 am!

Please don’t leave until I come back. I should be back up by 9 am and I know you don’t have to be at work until noon today.

I hope you’ll still be here and make yourself at home .

Heath

I certainly don’t mind sticking around to see him. He’s just like my morning caffeine. I need my dose of Heath before my day feels right.

With a snort, I shake my head and start gathering all my clothes strewn around his loft. I wonder if Heath just rolls out of bed and out to work because even his clothes are still all over the place. Wandering around, I pick up his clothes too and place them on the bed.

Searching his tiny kitchen, I find not a single sign of coffee. Not even instant. Does he seriously go into town every day for coffee? Needing something to drink while I wait, I find a hot chocolate package but no kettle, so I resort to a pot on the stove.

Once it’s made and cooling I pull up a chair to his kitchen counter and fish my phone from my jeans. It vibrates in my hand with an incoming call from my baka .

“Hi, bako .”

“Don’t you ‘ hi ’ me, Jura! Where have you been?”

Shit. I’m about to get a severe tongue lashing.

“Sorry, I know I said I’d visit, but I’ve been busy.”

She unleashes a string of Croatian about how she thought something happened to me when I never made plans and lays the guilt on extra thick.

“I miss you,” she finally ends with. I miss her, too. There’s so much I need to tell her and just when I’m about to, Heath bursts through the door with a laugh. Jeff follows behind him with a squawk and drags his feathers across the floor while throwing some huge bird shade my way.

“Jura, where are you? ”

“Oh, crap. I didn’t notice you were on the phone. Sorry.”

Reaching for his hand, I squeeze it and mouth it’s okay , but I don’t drop his hand.

“I’m at a friend’s house, bako .”

“It’s early. What kind of friend are we talking?”

Heath overhears, and he bites his lip.

“A very special one. I want you to meet him.”

Heath remembers to breathe, and I pull him between my legs with the phone still pressed to my ear.

“You should have told me.” Her voice softens, and I can tell she’s excited. “This weekend. The neighbourhood is having the lamb roast. You’ll both be here.”

“We will. I need to get ready for work and I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’ll fill you in soon. Tell the fellows I won’t miss it.”

After ending the call, Heath leans in to kiss me. “I didn’t want to wake you up this morning, but I love coming up here to find you in my kitchen in all your sexy glory. I could get used to that.” He kisses me again and, like our kisses always seem to do, they go on forever with roaming hands and soft sighs and an incredible desire for me to never let him out of my sight.

When I pull away, I force him at arm’s length, so I don’t get distracted. I need to tell him.

“So, um, that was my grandma you heard, and um, I hope you’re free this weekend to meet her?”

“If I wasn’t free, I’d change my plans. I’d love to meet her. Who else will I meet?”

“Mostly the Croatian immigrants who settled in the same area when my family came over. Most of them worked in the silver mines there or owned small businesses. A lot of business owners.” A few were my father’s friends but took mine and baka ’ s side. “And I need to tell you something.”

“Okay. Tell me anything.”

Swallowing hard, I start with the easy stuff.

“My first name isn’t Marko. It’s really Jura.”

“Okay. Not life-altering Marko; lots of people go by their middle names. Especially when they’re named after their dads.” He just smiles and shrugs, but I tug his hand to get his attention.

“That’s true. I was named after my dad and my grandfather. I legally changed my last name to my mother’s maiden name because it was too much always being recognized or mixed up with him. Heath…my dad stole a lot of money from people. He’s the biggest financial criminal in Canada.”

My guts tighten. Fuck. There. I said it. One more to go, but I can’t be here to watch the disappointment form on his beautiful face.

“So? Are you just like him?” Heath’s smile fades. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me? I’m confused Marko.”

My hands shake as I pull up an old news article and text it to him.

“I just sent you a news article that explains it.” Rushing to pull on the rest of my clothes, I step around Jeff who looks like he’s hoping for more cranberries but might want to peck me again instead.

“Marko, please. Don’t rush out. I wanted to—”

“Heath, please. Read that article and if you can forgive me, we’ll talk, but I can’t…” My voice hitches and I need to get out of here. I can’t watch his face when he reads it. “If I’m still worth it to you, call me.”

Like a coward, I rush out of his place and hurry to get my helmet on. I rev the engine of my bike and hightail it home.