Page 3 of Toxic Devotion

The bed was behind Neil but all he did was look at Marco, a teasing gleam in his eyes. He wanted the man’s hands on him,and he got it when Marco stepped forward and with a hand on Neil’s chest, pushed him to sit down on the bed.

Marco moved his hand up Neil’s chest to wrap around the back of his neck.

“You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he said, grinning up at Marco.

Marco’s lips twitched. “Take my cock out.”

He nearly groaned. His fingers had no trouble freeing Marco’s cock from his pants. He left the pants around Marco’s hips and surged forward, lips wrapping around Marco’s thick cock.

Marco hissed and the sound had Neil’s eyes falling shut. He sucked harder, took him deeper. Marco’s cock was hard and hot in his mouth and the man’s deep groan had his own cock leaking.

“Enough.”

The cock in his mouth felt too good for him to stop so he didn’t. His dick was pressing hard against the zipper of his pants, but the bite of pain kept him from coming too soon so he left it like that.

His head was jerked back, Marco’s cock slipping out of his mouth. He met Marco’s gaze, unsurprised to see lust and something a lot darker swirling in those intricate brown eyes.

“Trouble,” Marco said with a shake of his head before stepping back, hand sliding out of Neil’s hair.

Neil didn’t waste a second. He tugged his shirt over his head and jerked his belt open so he could get to the button and zipper.

“You got supplies?”

He glanced up at Marco, then pointed toward his bag in the corner by the French doors. While Marco got them lube and condoms, he got rid of the rest of his clothes. His cock was hard and begging for friction, but he didn’t touch it. He kept his gaze on Marco and when the man stood and turned around, the wayhe sucked in a breath when he saw Neil naked on the bed had him grabbing the sheets while his breathing got shallower.

Marco was across the room in a split second, supplies dropping onto the bed before he crawled between Neil’s legs, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Turn,” Marco ordered, and Neil rolled onto his stomach, pulling his knees under him.

“Just fuck me,” he gasped out when he felt Marco’s slick fingers between his cheeks.

Prep was unnecessary. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to feel everything. He wanted to bleed. He needed Marco to make him bleed one way or another. He needed to feelsomething.

Marco hummed, then pushed Neil’s face into the mattress and all he could do was groan and arch his back. The man was younger by a good bit but the power he exuded was heady as fuck.

A single finger entered him, and if he could speak, he would’ve cursed Marco. The man was clearly intent on torturing him. He certainly wasn’t going to take orders from Neil. No, he was the one giving the orders.

He rocked back onto Marco’s digit, unsurprised when fingers dug into his hip to stop him. Marco was in control, and it was so fucking hot. He needed that desperately.

“You want more?” Marco asked, his tone almost teasing.

Marco pulled out his finger, his hands grabbing Neil’s ass cheeks to pull them apart, and Neil could only groan into the mattress when Marco spat on his hole. He could’ve come right then.

When two fingers entered him, he almost thanked Marco. He needed that slide. That friction. But more than anything, he needed to come on that man’s cock.

While Marco stretched Neil’s hole, he reached under Neil, his other hand sliding along his side until his fingers wrappedaround Neil’s cock. Marco stroked him with slow and deliberate strokes, his hold loose. He was playing with him. Letting him know who was in control. As if there was any doubt. He would fall to his knees for this man, and he didn’t even know why. Was it the confidence he exuded? Was it that air of danger that followed him around? Was it that knowing look in eyes so dark they were almost black? Was it the knowledge that this man could kill him but instead chose to give them both the pleasure they so desperately needed?

Marco pushed three fingers inside him, twisting them and making curses fall from Neil’s lips because he wanted more. He wanted Marco inside him desperately. He wanted the man to fuck him until that thread of tightly-wound control of his snapped.

Those fingers felt so good even if it wasn’t enough. He wanted more and Marco knew it. Marco pulled his hands away and despite trying, Neil couldn’t hold back a sound of protest. He was rolled onto his back and watched as Marco settled between his thighs, rolling a condom down his thick cock. His own cock was rock hard and precome was pearling at the tip. Marco noticed too and he wore a wicked smile as he ran his thumb through it, making Neil hiss and then groan when he sucked that thumb into his mouth.

Marco leaned over him and kissed him gently only to suck his bottom lip between his teeth so he could bite down. Neil winced, cock jumping, and more precome smearing over his stomach.

“You ready for me Gray?”

He didn’t think he’d ever really be ready for Marco, but he still nodded.