I've Been Waiting For You

Chapter 119(M)

Markus licked down Mitchell's length, taking the fine skin of his ball sack between his lips and sucked gently on the flesh. He stroked Mitchell's cock in his hand, stimulating his body with more pleasure.

"Fuck, that feels good."

He licked from the base of Mitchell's cock before taking his cock deep down his throat.

Mitchell gripped his hair, hips lifting, pushing his cock further down his throat.

Markus relaxed his throat so he wouldn't choke.

He teased, sucked, bringing him close to the edge.

"I'm going to come." Mitchell panted.

Markus pulled back with a teasing grin.

"Not yet."

"No, I'm so close." A low moan of protest escaped Mitchell's mouth.

Mitchell lunged for his shoulders, but he eluded his grasp.

"Be patient."

He kissed along Mitchell's torso, moving from his stomach and chest, towards his neck. He kissed the sensitive skin of his neck, biting, then soothing the sting with his tongue.

Markus sat up and pulled his pants and underwear off, then positioned himself between Mitchell's leg.

Markus captured his mouth with his own, as the friction intensified between their bodies. Mitchell's nails raked his back as his hands moved down his spine.

The pleasure set a rush of heat through him.

"I want you in my mouth." Mitchell whispered, his breath brushing against his lips.

Markus shifted his position, rolling onto his back beside him. Mitchell didn't wait; he moved swiftly to stradle him, leg on each side.

He bent forward and took his cock into his mouth. Mitchell swallowed him to the root, his moans sending vibrations through his body.

The slick, sizzling sensation of Mitchell's mouth felt incredible.

Mitchell sucked him with relish, fondling his balls at the same time.

Pure bliss forced his eyes fell closed, the muscles in his stomach and legs tensing with burning pleasure.

He opened his eyes as his tongue darted out to lick his suddenly dry lips.

"Mitchell, I can't wait any longer."

Mitchell looked up at him, eyes a luminous pool of blue. With his eyes still staring at him, Mitchell gave his cock one long lick before twisting to face the other direction. He lowered himself onto his hands and knees.

Markus opened the drawer and reached inside for the bottle of lube.

It was one of the gift he had received from Micah on his birthday. It was a special blend he had made to heighten the pleasure; make it more intense.

He uncapped the bottle and poured some of the liquid into his palm. He knelt behind Mitchell and tilted the bottle, letting the liquid ran down between the crack of Mitchell's ass cheeks.

He massaged the lube around his hole, before inserting his index finger. He added a second finger, scissoring Mitchell's twitching hole.

Mitchell bore down on his fingers, moaning and grinding his hips.

After adding a third finger, Markus applied more lube. His finger located that walnut-sized gland, applying pressure.

Mitchell's body trembled with pleasure. "Oh, yes. Right there," he let out a low sound of satisfaction.

Markus removed his fingers and moved closer to him. He poured more lube in his hand, then smeared the liquid onto his cock. He lined his length to Mitchell's hole and pushed pass the ring.

Once he bottomed out, Markus slid halfway out, before driving in with force. With a tight grip on his waist, he pace became more aggressive.

"Oh, fuck." Mitchell panted, fingers grabbing the sheets.

It was a good thing the bed was sturdy.

Loud sounds filled the bedroom as they moved together. His lips met the damp curve of Mitchell's spine, he gently scraped  across his skin.

He slowed down his rhythm, and motioned to the bed. "Lie on your back."

Mitchell shifted on his back, and parted his legs.

Markus raised one of Mitchell's legs, placed it on his shoulder, and entered his body. His thrusts were intense as he could feel his orgasm approaching the limit.

He held on to Mitchell's leg, and he began ramming into him with more force.

"I'm close." Mitchell whispered.

Markus nestled against him, burying his face in the curve of Mitchell's neck. A flick of his tongue, charted the racing pulse in Mitchell's neck.

A surge of red bled into his irises, at the sound of Mitchell's blood running through his veins, beckoning him to take a bite.

He felt the delicious tension gathering in his body. He fastened his mouth to Mitchell's pulse, sucking on the skin.

Mitchell entwined his arms and legs around him. "Do hold back, bite me."

Those words seemed to penetrate his control.

Markus thrusts quickened as he neared the edge. Mitchell groaned as his teeth pierced the skin of his neck.

"Oh, fuck. I'm coming."

He felt Mitchell's body tensed, then convulsed as he orgasmed.

The taste of Mitchell's blood drove him over the edge. His whole body contracted and shuddered with the force of his climax.

He rode out his orgasm until he was completely spent. He let go of Mitchell's neck, and collapsed onto his back, his chest rising and falling.

He drew Mitchell into his arms, running a hand down the side of his body.

"I don't think I'm going to lose control anymore."

"If you ever feel like you're losing control, know that I'm right here with you. Remember the connection we share; let that anchor you."