Chapter Twenty-Four

After dinner, I amble like a zombie to my room, taking Mark by the hand and dragging him after me. He's rather willing for a captive, and there's a gleefulness to him as he kicks the bedroom door shut and takes hold of my waist. Warning bells ring.

"Wait," I say.

Too late. Mark turns me to him, pulling me off balance and catching me in the same manoeuvre. I fall against his chest, grunting, then scowl at him. "Mark," I complain.

He grins at me and then his mouth is against mine. His grip slips from my waist, to my hips, to my behind, where he grasps me firmly. I jerk against him and shiver, eyelids fluttering shut as I sigh in delight. His mouth bares down on me hard a moment, and I groan in confusion before I'm suddenly lifted off my feet. Mark adjusts me so easily, one hand on my back to stabilise my position.

Our kiss breaks during the lift. I grab his shoulders and am glad that I have enough distance to keep our mouths apart. I frown at Mark, feigning displeasure as the opposite turns my nerves to sparking heat. "You should warn me first," I grumble.

Mark walks us to the bed, black eyes glinting as he grins up at me. "Should I?" he asks, clearly unconcerned with my complaint. "But I like how you grab a hold of me. And how you sink against me…"

I refuse to sink, staring down at him. My tiredness is forgotten.

"I'm setting you down now," Mark says. "Warning enough for you?"

Mark does as he says, and I refuse to let go, dragging him down on top of me. He's entirely willing to fall; catching part of his weight, but the rest I think relishes in crushing down on me. I gasp in surprise, his considerably heavier weight and size immobilising me on the bed. Mark grabs a handful of hair and I groan as he pulls me into position to receive his devouring kisses. I'm feverish, overwhelmed, and am only half aware of my desperate attempts to rut against him as he pins me in place with his body.

I come embarrassingly fast.

Really embarrassingly fast, because Mark didn't really do anything yet. He laid on top of me. Teased his tongue to mine, and I have a mess in my underwear.

"You're irresistible," Mark groans. He releases my hair, and I tilt my face away to pant. He withdraws onto his knees, brushes hair back from his face, and fixes his dark eyes on me.

"Was that too fast?" I ask, catching my breath. I can't help but notice the sizeable tent in Mark's pants. I doubt he even had time to get erect in the time I took to come.

"Not at all," he reassures with a grin. "Can I take off your prosthetic?" His gaze flicks down. "And your trousers?"

I nod.

"Want me to blindfold you?" Mark asks as he folds up my sweatpants.

I quickly shake my head. I missed out last time when I had the blindfold on. I want to see Mark for all of this, see his expressions as he releases on me. I squirm in impatience as he takes off my prosthetic. He's focused on what he's doing, and I'm focused on the massive bulge in his trousers. I gnaw on my cheek—Mark suddenly presses his hand into my sternum and pins me to the bed with one hand.

"Wait there."

I wait as Mark gets up to prop my prosthetic against the bedside table, and then returns to the edge of the bed. Rather than climbing back on top of me, he grasps the back of my knees and pulls me to him. I slid across the bed with a surprised yelp, and I see the sound delights Mark—that satisfied grin is a ridiculous give away.

Mark tugs my sweatpants and boxers off together, freeing my spent cock to rest against my belly. Mark parts my knees, opening me up to his gaze, and he stares down at me. His grin falters and he swallows hard, his grip on me tightening. My cock twitches and his gaze drinks in the reaction.

"Would you be comfortable on all fours?" Mark asks me, reaching down to give my cock a careful tug. I writhe at his touch and lift my hips for more. A slap—I moan, the small sting on my ass making my cock twitch wildly.

"Answer me," Mark warns.

I'm so heavily aroused, a fog of need and want descends on my mind as I struggle to answer. I almost don't just so he'll slap me again, but what he does instead is stop tugging on my cock. "I'll have to try to know," I manage. "I don't make a habit of crawling around."

"We'll try it. If it's sore, tell me immediately."

Having learned from last time, I nod quickly.

Mark takes a firm hold of my hips and lifts me. I half-expect him to haul me into position; instead, he carefully guides me onto my knees facing away from him, my palms set on the mattress. I balance my weight, orientating myself, but I feel steady. Not that I wouldn't be with Mark's hands on my waist. He strokes my sides, fingers smoothing over my hip bones.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes," I answer.

One hand slides up my spine, bunching my shirt until it's bundled at my neck, and as Mark's weight moves forward, there's tremendous pressure on the back of my neck. I give with a yelp. I struggle against the weight to get my head turned and one eye fixed on Mark. "You can't expect me to stay up when you lean on me like that," I complain.

Mark chuckles. "I don't. Is this position comfortable?"

This position, with my ass in the air and my shoulders pinned to the bed? Surprisingly, it is. I resist the urge to grab my cock. Mark keeps me pinned in place. "Are you going to put it in?" I ask. Mark is huge, and I won't lie and say that I'm not nervous at the prospect. My want far outweighs those nerves. I wriggle. "I bought condoms. They're in the drawer."

With my position, I can just about twist my spine enough to see Mark's face. I have his full attention. "We'll have to work up to that, otherwise you'll hurt."

"I want to anyway. Besides, you slapped me," I reason. "So you can't be that—"

Slap . I grab my cock, squeezing to kill the feeling before I release on the sheets.

Mark rubs my exposed ass, stroking where he smacked. His eyes shine, wicked. "I slap you because it makes your cock twitch like crazy, Kyle, and you obviously like it far too much. Where's the lube?"

"Top drawer," I huff once the feeling of being on the edge passes.

Mark releases me to retrieve it and I lift up, sitting back awkwardly on one heel to watch him. He drops the bottle onto the bed beside me and sets his hands on my shoulders. He leans down, pressing soft kisses to my mouth.

I pull back. "Will you at least come on my face?" I compromise.

Mark stiffens.

I nuzzle his tensed jaw. "I liked when you did that in your bedroom," I add, my voice catching.

Mark's mouth moves, but whatever he says is for himself alone because even with my ear so close to his mouth, I don't catch any words. He grabs my shirt by the scruff. "You're impossible," he says, voice husky. His mouth descends on mine, and it's not gentle this time. His tongue is in my mouth, his fingers knit into my hair, gripping, and he anchors his hand on my abdomen, holding me still as he ruts his constrained erection against my ass.

He's good and hard, but before I can twist and try to get him out of his trousers, his hips retreat from me.

"Stay still for me," Mark asks as I reach back, blindly groping his clothed hips.

"Okay," I huff. I face forward, balancing as I tug at his belt. Trying to get to the buckle.

Mark chuckles as there's a small click. I go still. "Is that the lube?"

"Mango flavoured, huh?" The bottle presses into my lower back, and Mark's knuckles brush against my spine as he squeezes. I shut my eyes, biting my lip as I feel an ungodly amount of lube spilling out onto my skin. It seeps out, pouring down my crack, and then it's dripping down my thighs. I shudder. "Edible," Mark says next, running his fingers through the mess he made. "Where did you want this edible, mango-flavoured-lube poured, Kyle?" he asks in the most casual tone. He leans in, mouth touching the top of my spine. "Clearly somewhere you want a mouth to follow shortly afterwards?"

I lose my grip on Mark, and tremble as I reach for my own thighs, gripping the skin hard as I balance. Mark's mouth descends, vertebrae to vertebrae, until his tongue is at the lube. A full-body shiver wracks my body as he grips my ass cheeks, pulling them apart gently.

"Mark," I whimper. I goddamn whimper. " Please, let me—" god what do I even want? My eyes slip shut and my breaths come in quick, desperate huffs. I'm so turned on I can't even think. The lube makes me feel like I'm getting wet. Getting wet for Mark. "Let me pour it on your cock. I'll swallow all of you, and you can come in my mouth."

"Hmm," Mark hums. His tongue laps up one side of my ass cheek, coming dangerously close to my hole. I jerk, and his gentle grip tightens. Steadies me. Restricts me. "If the goal is to get lube on my cock, there's plenty right here."

His face burrows in, hands pushing me up so that he can reach my balls. He sucks them into his mouth, both able to fit so easily and I die. His tongue plays with them, teasing them, probing and lapping. Abruptly, I can't stay up anymore. I collapse forward gasping, forehead digging into the duvet, sheets twisting into knots in my grip.

"Mark." I can't even breathe.

Mark sucks hard as he releases my sack. His tongue drags over my taint, and without hesitation, he's at my hole. And then a hot tongue and mango lube are inside me. I jerk; the orgasm hitting me out of nowhere. Sudden and unstoppable. I groan as it recedes, realising belatedly that I'd reached for my own cock to jerk, and that the most pathetic little dribble of semen still hanging from my tip is all my body produced.

Mark rubs a reassuring hand along my flank, and I stay curled over as he feels me with his tongue. And then it's a finger inside me, and then two. When it goes to three, he's up, leaning over me, pressing sweet mango-smelling kisses to my cheek. "Doing okay over here?" Mark asks.

"I can fit your cock," I tell him, tired, but still eager. I want to. God, I want to so badly.

Mark's chest rumbles as he laughs. "Can you?"

" Yes ."

"How does it feel right now?" Mark asks. He's slowly thrusting his fingers into me, stretching and flexing.

So incredibly full. "Really empty," I whisper. "Like there's nothing there at all."

Mark's lips are back on my cheek. "Are you trying to tell me I should get something bigger inside of you?"

"Please."

Mark fingers slid out of me, and he straightens up. I peek at him as he leans over, pulling open the drawer he got the lube from. He's sweaty, his dark curls sticking to the back of his neck, and his eyes are black in the low light. "Kyle," Mark huffs, lifting a box from the drawer. "What am I meant to do with these?" He brandishes the box, and I redden, reaching out to kick him. It ends up as a nudge from my stump.

"Those are my ones. I got you a bigger size."

Mark puts the small condoms aside, taking out the other box stashed in there. He reads the box for a really, really, really long time.

"Mark," I mewl. Nudging him again.

"Mango flavoured?" he raises an eyebrow at me.

How is he so calm? I can see his rigid outline in his trousers, his cock, an iron bar inside. I push myself up, swaying as I try to balance on my ankle again. Mark catches my hip in one hand, steadying me. "Let me put it on," I insist, wary of him drawing this out more. I'm not nervous or anxious. I am ready to go.

Mark holds my hips as I twist around, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. Freeing his meaty cock to spring out. It's pointing right at me, and I have a hard time looking away. I touch him, peeling back to the skin at his tip, revealing pre-come glistening on a purple tip.

"Careful," Mark murmurs, gaze fixed on my fingers. "Make me come and I won't be able to get inside you."

I still my hand. I take the condom Mark offers me and carefully unroll it down his length.

"Okay?" I ask, checking in.

Mark slips a hand across my jaw, holding me still as he kisses my mouth. Soft and sweet. "You're okay? Not nervous or anything?"

"Do I look nervous?" I demand, my impatience getting the better of me. But I quickly catch myself and lean up to return Mark's sweet kiss. "I'm not. Are you?" It hadn't even occurred to me that could be possible. I'm the virgin; Mark has experience.

"Not at all," Mark smiles at me, and I can't help but smile back. "But you are driving me half mad with your dirty talk, so keep that to yourself until I get inside of you."

I nod, keeping my mouth shut.

"If you're sore at any point, tell me. I'll take it slow," Mark positions himself behind me. I quickly face forward, practically thrusting my ass into his lap. He breathes out hard. "To start, anyway," he mutters to himself.

I set my palms between my knees, leaning slightly forward into a position where I'm more balanced. Mark sinks his fingers into me again, and I peek back to watch him spreading a generous amount of lube on his cock. It seems to tremble in his grip. Before I can blink, his fingers are winding through my hair, pushing my head forward.

"Look straight ahead, babe," he murmurs, seemingly talking to my ass. "You'll tense up all twisted around like that."

I nod and give to the pressure on my head. I feel him at my entrance. And I take in a shuddering breath as there's a breach, intrusion, and tight heat. It's uncomfortable, and it takes effort to relax as Mark pushes in. He does it slowly, and he murmurs sweet words to me the entire time. That hand in my hair, however, tightens and pulls my head back until there's an arch in my back.

My breaths come in tight gasps when Mark finally goes still with a groan.

"You okay?" Mark's voice is tight.

My eyes slip shut and I relish the feelings throbbing through me. He's in me, he's in me, he's in me. "You're so big," I manage to gasp.

"Is it too much?"

"No," I groan it this time, leaning back, spearing myself onto him. I clench the sheets in my grip as I rise up, away from Mark. He slides out the smallest amount, and I sink back onto him.

"Stay still, babe. I'll move," Mark tells me. He flexes his hips and goes slowly, sinking in, then out. In, then out. I focus on breathing, blissed-out, my mind a million miles away as Mark rubs hard against a spot inside that sends all my heated blood down south.

His thrusts pick up, one hand clenching my hip, the other still locked in my hair, and I moan in delight as I hear Mark's rasped breaths. Feel the tremble of excitement in his body. The sound of skin slapping skin suddenly stalls, Mark's hips bucking against me hard as he releases with a hoarse cry. I instinctively squeeze around him, and Mark utters curses as his cock throbs inside me.

Abruptly, his weight collapses on top of me. I go down with a squeal, speared and crushed into the mattress.

Mark groans. "Bedtime."

I wiggle, but I don't achieve any more than adjusting the angle of Mark's softening cock within me. After a few more minutes, when I twist, it comes out and I can't help my groan. Mark rolls off of me, his movements slow and lethargic. "Bedtime, Kyle," me murmurs, pulling me against his side.

I want to tell him we should clean up. That we're a mess and my body has become a disaster zone in desperate need of a shower. Instead, I curl up against him, happy to shut my eyes and drift into a tired sleep.

I blink awake hours later to my body being wiped down with a damp washcloth. "Mark?" I murmur, making a valiant effort to swat away the cloth. I grab his wrist. "Bed. Cuddle."

I hear his lovely chuckle in the dark.

"One minute," Mark promises. I go still as he cleans me up. "Was it okay?" he asks as I'm about to fall asleep.

"Really good," I say.

I feel his relief in his relaxed exhale and warm touch as he slides into the bed next to me.

"How about for you?" I try to rouse myself, but I can't even peel my eyes open. I can only roll over and hug his waist.

"Perfect."