Page 29 of Toxic Devotion

He wrapped his hand around Neil’s cock, giving it a few slow strokes that had the man cursing him before he slid his hand further down. He put his fingers against Neil’s hole, putting light pressure that had his fingers slipping in easily.

He only fucked Neil with his fingers for a moment, knowing damn well Neil liked to feel it when his cock stretched him out. He removed his fingers and dried the lube off on Neil’s thigh, grinning when the man huffed out a laugh. Then he freed his cock, his pants sliding down to his hips. He left them there, loving the power of being dressed while he had Neil completely naked in front of him. It did something to that dominant part of him that always seemed to claw its way out when Neil was near.

He lifted one of Neil’s legs up, hand under the back of his knee, and brought his cock to his entrance, looking into Neil’s hazy gaze as he slid inside him. He started slow, barely rocking his hips back and forth, waiting for Neil to beg. To hear that depraved need in the man’s voice. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Marco,” Neil gasped, his lips parting on a moan. “Please.”

“Please what?”

Neil grabbed a handful of Marco’s shirt, gaze intense and filled with heat as he stared into Marco’s eyes.

“Please. Fuck me. Fuck me like I know you want to. Please,” Neil cried out.

He tugged Neil closer to the edge of the desk, his ass almost hanging over it, and slammed into him, burying his cock deep inside the man with each thrust.

“Yes. Right there,” Neil groaned. “Fuck.”

Neil wrapped his legs around him, keeping him in just the right place for him to hit the man’s prostate with each stroke of his cock inside him. It felt so fucking good and it was only highlighted by the pleasure he saw on Neil’s face and heard in the desperate sounds he made.

“Scopami proprio così,” Neil groaned, nails digging into Marco’s arms.

Neil dropped his head back with a deep groan as Marco slammed into him hard. He lowered his head, lips trailing up the side of Neil’s neck.

His man was about to come.

He wanted to fall over that cliff with him and when that look of reckless abandon he knew so well spread on Neil’s face, he filled the man with his come, hips smacking against him. Neil joined him, spurts of come landing on his belly and chest. He caught Neil’s lips in a filthy kiss, licking into his mouth. He tasted like dirty promises, the smell of the man, their sweat, their come, filling his nose.

He stilled against Neil, breaths coming out ragged as he looked at the sexy man in front of him. He ran his fingers through the come on Neil’s chest, gaze lifting to meet the man’s eyes.

“It’s a good thing Luca didn’t see you like this,” he said.

Neil chuckled, shaking his head. “You think he wouldn’t be afraid of me anymore?”

“No, I think he would be very dead.”

Neil’s eyes widened and then he blinked, a fond look spreading in those grays.

“You would kill him?”

Marco jerked Neil closer, hand sliding into the hair at the back of the man’s head to pull it back. Neil’s lips parted on a low gasp, his pupils darkening his eyes.

“This body is only for me,” he said, his voice dark and assertive.

He knew Neil had never felt like he belonged. But he did. Neil belonged with him. He fucking owned him. The man was his now.

“That better go both ways,” Neil said, brow raised.

“Damn right, it does.”

They were both getting hard again, Neil’s cock brushing against Marco and sparking a flash of lust inside him.

A wicked smile spread on Neil’s lips. “Perhaps you should get on your knees and prove it.”

Oh, he would get on his knees. He would get on his knees any fucking time Neil wanted him to because he couldn’t get enough of the man. He couldn’t imagine a time he ever would.

Chapter Ten

Neil