Page 4 of Toxic Devotion

The second that cock spread him wide, a deep moan escaped him, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Fuck.

This was exactly what he needed. Marco was exactly what he needed.

Marco pulled back until only the thick head of his cock remained inside Neil, spreading his hole wide and making the muscles twitch.

“Marco,” he gasped out, unable to get any more words past his lips.

Marco let out a dark chuckle and snapped his hips against Neil’s ass, driving his cock deep inside him. Marco set a fast and brutal pace, fucking Neil with complete abandon.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” Marco said, his deep voice making Neil shiver.

He scrambled, needing to hold onto something while Marco plowed into him. All he could reach was the sheets under him and he bunched them in his hands as unintelligible sounds left his mouth.

He watched Marco, watched that dark look in the man’s eyes as he fucked him. It was heady. Having the man look at him like that. Like he wanted to devour him.

He reached for his cock, wrapping his hand around it, and began stroking with fast movements. Marco’s gaze dropped to watch Neil jerk his cock and when he looked back up, there was so much need in that brown gaze that Neil felt his breath stutter.

Fingers wrapped around his throat, and he couldn’t give a shit if Marco killed him or not. He arched up into the touch, wanting more. The hand around his throat tightened, putting more pressure on the sides of his neck and sending sparks of adrenaline and lust through him. Marco could easily kill him like this, and it only heightened his pleasure. It only made him come that much harder.

He gasped, his orgasm hitting him with the force of a truck, come smearing across their stomachs while Marco chased hisown high. Marco snapped his hips hard against Neil, driving his cock deep inside him and leaving him a quivering mess.

Marco groaned and stilled for a breathless moment before he collapsed on top of Neil, his hands going from Neil’s throat to rest on the mattress by his head.

They were both sweaty and out of breath and as he ran his fingers up Marco’s back, the man shivered. He closed his eyes and as he slowly came down from the high, he knew he’d want to chase it with this man over and over.

Marco

He was careful as he sat up, the covers sliding down to pool around his waist. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep. He’d never stayed long enough after a hookup for that to happen before. He wasn’t sure if it was just because he was fucking exhausted or if it was something else. He didn’t care to find out, either.

At least he’d had the foresight to get them both cleaned up before they’d fallen asleep, otherwise they might’ve been stuck together with how much come he’d gotten out of the man.

He looked down at Gray, watching him closely. The man was gorgeous with his high cheekbones currently casting shadows across his face from the light coming through the window, his jaw covered in day-old dark stubble, his full lips he wanted to kiss again, and those striking eyes of his. There was something about those light gray eyes. The dark ring surrounding the iris making them even more gorgeous. Whenever the man looked at him, he felt like those eyes could see right into his soul.

He could tell they weren’t so different and that bothered him. He rarely went out for a quick fuck. It was too risky. His sister would look at him with pity when he returned while he feared what his own men would do if they ever found out. All except one. The only people he had in this world who he had no doubt would always have his back was his sister and Rome, his right-hand-man.

His father had been dead for two months which meant that he’d been the boss for two months. He wasn’t doing bad. Hejust… sometimes wished he could’ve had a different life. One where he could trust the people around him. One where he didn’t have to look over his shoulder all the time. A life where his survival didn’t depend on him always being the smartest person in the room.

“You sneaking off already?”

“It’s been three hours,” Marco said, lips twitching. “Besides, aren’t you supposed to let me sneak out while pretending you’re still asleep?”

Gray rolled onto his side, elbow on the bed and his head in his hand as he looked up at Marco with an amused gleam in his eyes.

“Supposed to?” Gray tsked at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve been missing out on round two with your other one-night-stands.”

“Maybeyoujust didn’t warrant a round two?” he teased.

Gray’s eyes flickered with a dangerous need and his tongue poked out to lick his lips.

“Wanna test that theory?”

Considering he’d already been out three hours longer than he had time for, what was another hour?

He grabbed the sheet covering Gray and yanked it away, revealing the man’s impressive erection. He licked his lips and though he wanted to wrap them around that cock, he wanted something else more.

He grabbed Gray by the wrists, pulling his arms over his head to hold them against his pillow. He ran his gaze down Gray’s chest. He wasn’t overtly muscular. He wasn’t the kind to pump iron at the local gym. No, he had the musculature of someone who needed to keep in shape for a more nefarious reason. To stay alive. Or to kill.