Page 5 of Toxic Devotion
He lowered his head to flick his tongue across one of Gray’s nipples, loving the hiss it brought out of the man. When he closed his mouth around the hard nub, he had to smile because Gray was pulling against the hold on his wrists.
He tugged on Gray’s nipple with his teeth.
“I didn’t mean for you to torture me,” Gray said, his voice sounding strained.
He leaned back so he could grin down at Gray. The man stared up at him with lust burning in his gaze. There was something about those eyes, about the way Gray looked at him. It brought out something almost feral in him. Something possessive. Something he had to forcefully shove back down.
He should roll Gray onto his stomach and fuck him fast. Get it over with. That was the logical thing to do. To get the fuck out while he still could. Was he going to do that, though? No, he was going to take his time. He was going to drive Gray insane, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
He leaned down, brushing his nose against Gray’s, enjoying the man’s shocked inhale right before he pressed their lips together. Gray was pulling against Marco’s hold on his wrists, but he wasn’t trying to get free. No, he knew exactly what he was doing. Pushing him. Gray was playing with fire, and he knew they would both love every second of it.
He shifted Gray’s wrists into one hand and placed the other on Gray’s inner thigh. Gray spread his legs further, a needy sound coming out of that wicked mouth. He slowly slid his hand up Gray’s thigh, then traced his fingertips over the base of his cock.
“Fuck,” Gray gasped, the sound like music to Marco’s ears.
He pushed two fingers inside him. Gray wouldn’t need much, but he was still going to take his time, just because he could.
As much as Gray tried to make him hurry up, Marco was the one in control, and he didn’t add another finger until the man was writhing and begging. Then he pulled his fingers out and ran them over Gray’s balls, up his cock, only to stop touching him.
“Please, Marco,” Gray begged, his voice breathy and, God, that desperate look in his eyes making his cock jump in excitement. He was so fucking hard.
“So needy,” he said and ran a teasing finger along Gray’s inner thigh.
Gray groaned, then gasped out, “Scopami forte.”
He grinned at Gray. The man was asking him to fuck him. Hard.
“How hard?”
Gray was writhing under him, his pale skin flushing, his cock hard and leaking. He looked fucking gorgeous.
“Per favore!”
Since Gray was begging so beautifully, perhaps he should give him what he wanted?
He let go of Gray’s wrists to slide his hands up the back of the man’s thighs. He pushed Gray’s knees against his chest, lifting his ass just a bit off the mattress. Yes, that would do.
“Hold them,” he ordered, and the second Gray grabbed his legs, Marco was reaching for a condom. He ripped open the packet and rolled the condom down his cock, breathing slowly to keep himself under control.
With one hand on the base of his cock, he pushed inside Gray. The heat had him groaning instantly. He didn’t move until Gray relaxed, pretending he was waiting for the man to adjust around him instead of trying to keep himself from coming way too soon.
Gray felt so damn good and when he started to thrust into him, hips smacking against Gray’s ass, he had to bite his lip to ground himself. He wanted to come but not before Gray. Not before he’d pushed the man as far as he could without hurting him.
“I can’t?” Gray cut himself off with a whimper, hands grabbing at Marco who took over holding Gray’s knees against his chest as he thrust into him.
Nails dug into his back, that bite of pain making him curse and slam into Gray, setting a punishing pace. Gray threw his head back, the man’s moans loud and sultry. It was so fucking hot. He loved how vocal the man was. How he gave himself to him.
Gray blinked up at him, a wordless surrender in his eyes. The man was soft and pliant under him, and he knew, if he wanted to, he could own this man. He could claim him right then and there like he wanted to, and Gray wouldn’t protest. He didn’t think either of them would survive it, though.
He came with a curse on his lips, pulling back to look down at Gray and finding those captivating eyes staring back up at him. He came hard and long, pleasure spreading through his body and leaving him feeling boneless and so fucking good.
Gray sucked in a breath, lips parting as he stared into Marco’s eyes. Marco wrapped a hand around Gray’s cock and Gray’s back arched off the bed, come covering Marco’s hand and Gray’s stomach. He kept thrusting into Gray, prolonging both their pleasure, until neither of them could take anymore.
He pulled out and took off the condom before collapsing next to Gray on the bed. They lay there for a while, the smell of sex surrounding them, their harsh breaths the only sounds in the room. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to convince himself he hadn’t just made a mistake. Gray was… undeniably addictive.
“Never missing out on a round two again, are you?”
He snorted, lifting his head to meet Gray’s eyes. He was never admitting to that, but Gray was right. Round two had been even better than round one, which was probably why he’d always walked away after round one. A part of him had always known how much he would want to stay for more if he opened that particular can of worms and now he’d gone and done it.