Don't Look Back - 50. Chapter 50 (9.7)

Their first time together began with exploration. Lee encouraged Marshall to touch him in any way he wished in order to become comfortable with Lee’s body before they did anything else. Marshall was more than happy to comply. He’d dreamed of this moment for such a very long time. He moved to his knees so he could skim his fingers over Lee’s skin with feather light touches, caressing and discovering and learning. He lapped at Lee’s chest, loving the way he tasted. Then he licked Lee’s nipples until they became dusky nubs, and he sucked on each one, thrilling to the effect he had on Lee.

He found secret spots on Lee’s body that made Lee catch his breath when he touched them, and he mentally filed this knowledge away so he’d remember what pleased Lee. He’d wanted to taste Lee forever, and he was determined to do it, here and now. Even if he knew Lee wouldn’t come in his mouth. This time.

Lee’s cock was bigger than Marshall’s, thicker and longer. Damn, it was beautiful. Marshall had never seen such a gorgeous sight. He felt as though he could worship Lee’s cock forever, given half a chance. He slid his tongue along the underside, felt the pulsing of the large vein there. He slid his hand around Lee’s shaft and ringed the base with his fingers, exploring the texture of the uneven surface as they climbed the length of it.

The more he touched and tasted Lee, the more of him he wanted. He wanted Lee inside of him, wanted to be filled with him. He’d never wanted anything or anyone so badly in his life.

He tasted the salty fluid that seeped from Lee’s cock, raising his head to Lee as he did so, as if seeking answers to unspoken questions. Lee’s blue eyes were intent upon Marshall, and the expression in their dark depths told Marshall all he needed to know.

“You ready for me?” Lee asked in a sultry voice that only served to heighten Marshall’s need for him. Lee patted the space beside him. “C’mere,” he beckoned, and Marshall crawled back to where he’d begun. “On your back,” Lee commanded and Marshall obeyed.

Lee scooted closer, until his face hovered over Marshall’s before swooping down, gliding his lips softly over Marshall’s with the barest touch. He repeated this movement, over and over, his left hand gently caressing Marshall’s shoulder, then his chest. Marshall had never been so turned on before by so little contact between them. He reached one hand toward Lee, but Lee shook his head.

“I’m giving now. Tonight’s all about you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

Marshall could hardly argue with that. He realized that in all aspects of their lives, even in their lovemaking, Lee’s word was law, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. And he truly loved him for it.

Marshall relaxed into Lee’s touch as he kissed and caressed, stroked and fondled Marshall’s flesh until Marshall thought he might just lose his mind. His aching cock demanded immediate relief and he reached toward it, only to have his hand swatted away. Before he could think to protest, Lee had taken Marshall into his mouth and began to suck. Marshall’s complaints became moans instead.

He’d never had a blow job before, but always wanted Lee to give him one. Which he’d always refused, of course, citing Marshall’s age. This reality was even better than anything he’d ever imagined.

Lee’s mouth was hot and moist, and Marshall found himself bucking up, unable to resist the urge to do so. Lee took Marshall’s balls into one hand and held them tightly, even as his tongue did the most wickedly delicious things to Marshall’s cock.

As wound up as Marshall was, he knew he wouldn’t last long, and he didn’t. His balls tightened almost unbearably, desperate for relief. He arched his back as his orgasm began, lighting up every nerve ending he possessed as he came hard into Lee’s mouth. The most intense orgasm he’d ever had. Lee drank him down , never pausing for air, until Marshall was spent. And then Lee tenderly licked his cock clean.

Marshall knew the night was far from over. He still ached for the feel of Lee inside of him and was thrilled when Lee slid up Marshall’s body and claimed his lips. Marshall tasted himself on Lee, and it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation at all. Someday he wanted to taste Lee in the same way.

A look passed between them, then Lee reached for his bedside table, coming back with a tube, which he thumbed open. Marshall recognized it from the discussions they’d had on the subject. It was lubricant, and he knew they needed it because men didn’t produce their own. Without it, lovemaking would be painful. They’d actually picked this one out together from an online store. It smelled like fresh strawberries.

Lee squeezed some onto the fingers of his right hand, set the tube near his pillow, then moved down the bed, until he knelt between Marshall’s legs. “Spread them a little bit more,” he instructed, and Marshall did.

“Just keep breathing, don’t stop, and tell me if I’m hurting you.” Lee leaned down and kissed the tip of Marshall’s dick, at the same time, he inserted one fingertip inside Marshall. He pushed inside slowly, his eyes never leaving Marshall’s.

Marshall tensed a little at the unusual sensation, but he remembered Lee’s directions and he kept breathing, as Lee’s finger moved farther inside. Lee kissed his cock again, and wiggled his finger slightly. Marshall discovered he liked the feeling, the more he grew accustomed to it.

“Okay?” Lee asked, and Marshall nodded.

“Want more?”

Marshall nodded eagerly. Lee slipped another digit inside, scissoring them to relax the guardian muscle. Marshall knew if he didn’t, he’d never be able to accommodate the girth of Lee’s cock.

How badly he wanted that inside him.