Read Handcuffs and Lace 32 -Ballsy Online
Authors: Mia Watts
Steven yawned. The sound of water coming from the bathroom brought a smile to his lips. That smile widened. He remembered the middle of the night wake up he’d gotten when Mark’s head bobbed the sheets between Steven’s thighs.
He got hard remembering it. The man hadn’t been kidding. He liked going down. Fortunately, Steven liked being gone down on. But there was one thing he wanted from Mark he knew from a lifetime of knowing his sexual exploits, Mark hadn’t given anyone else.
Call it a test, if you wanted, but Steven remembered a drunken college conversation they’d had years ago about virginity. Mark swore up and down he wouldn’t let anyone fuck him. That, he’d insisted, was saved for the guy he’d marry one day. At the time, Steven had laughed, teasing him that since everything else was fair game, what did taking it in the ass matter to him.
Steven swung his legs off the side of the bed. He plucked a condom off the top of the night table and rolled it on. Two months ago, he hadn’t been confident enough to try it. Today it felt like the gauze around his own insecurities had finally lifted. Like he knew Mark’s answer even without asking.
Steven quickly brushed his teeth, then opened the glass door to the shower. He hugged Mark from behind, rubbing his erection into the crevice of Mark’s ass cheeks.
Mark looked back at him over his shoulder. “Morning,” he murmured.
“Morning.”
Steven took the soap and lathered himself up and washing Mark’s back for him. Mark picked up the lube they kept in the shower, but Steven reached around him and took it out of his hands. Mark’s brows shot up.
“You’re going to lube yourself for me?” Mark asked. “I
like
lubing you up.”
Steven grinned. He caught Mark’s thigh and directed him to put his foot on the in-shower corner seat. Mark hopped, nearly losing his balance. Understanding dawned on him. Steven paused watching the other man’s body stiffen as though he meant to resist. But something in his eyes softened. Mark’s body followed suit.
Steven kissed his shoulder, then his jaw. He cupped Mark’s ass and massaged gently. “I know what this would mean to you,” he told Mark. “I know exactly what allowing me to do this represents.”
“You’re okay with that?” Mark murmured.
“For the rest of my life,” Steven assured him. “Are you?”
Mark searched his eyes. “Wouldn’t want anyone else.”
He put his hands on the tiled wall, and opened his stance a little wider. It was unspoken permission to proceed, and Steven sent up a silent prayer filled with gratitude. Mark was his, now and forever. The last eleven weeks or so had proved it in every little way. This morning, they were making it official.
Steven took the showerhead down and generously soaped Mark’s crack, teasing his hole with flicks and probes, just the way Steven liked it. Mark dropped his head down and he already arched his back to give Steven better access.
With warm water rinsing him off and Steven’s fingers well lubed, he began the slow relentless finger fucking Mark always used on him.
“Holy fuck,” Mark rasped.
Mark pushed against his hand letting Steven know he was ready for more. It was about damn time as far as Steven was concerned. His cock throbbed and he couldn’t tear his eyes off the fine flexing ass in front of him.
Steven placed himself at Mark’s entrance. “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” he instructed.
He listened for the cues and pushed himself in to the crown. Mark grunted. His body tensed.
“Relax. Breathe in and out slowly. Try to push me out.”
The tight ring loosened, and Steven eased in. When he was fully hilted, he gently rubbed Mark’s back and ass. He kissed between his shoulder blades, then reached around. He fisted Mark’s cock and began to jerk him off. Waterproof lube still on his fingers made him slick, and it wasn’t long before Mark was panting, groaning softly.
Steven drew himself out, until he felt the clench of Mark’s body holding him just beneath the rim of his Steven’s cockhead. Pushing in again, he mirrored the rhythm he’d been using on Mark’s cock.
Mark shivered pushing into each thrust. That’s when Steven changed his stroke, aiming it to ride the hidden prostate. Mark’s long moan raised goose bumps all over Steven’s body. Finally, Steven could let go and ride the wave, knowing they were both in sync and Mark wouldn’t be hurt by the pace.
He fucked Mark harder. Their bodies slapped together wetly. He felt the rippling change in Mark’s body as he shot off. Steven let him finish before he grabbed his lover’s hips. As he closed his eyes, he no longer thought to be gentle. Orgasm peeked around the corner of his mind and all of Steven’s attention was there, coaxing it out.
He slammed harder, rocking forcefully into Mark’s ass. He reached up and pinched his own nipple, twisting it hard as he came and came and came. A tear squeezed out of the corner of his eye as he realized Mark had been all in. He hadn’t changed his mind. He hadn’t made Steven pull out and finish him off some other way.
Steven held the base of the condom as he slid out.
Mark turned and pulled him close, raining kisses on his face and lips. “We could go to Canada to make it official,” he murmured. Mark sighed softly against Steven’s hair.
“I’m yours. Whenever you want to go, we’ll go,” Steven told him, wrapping his arms around Mark in return.
“Gotta say, that was a ballsy move.” Mark lifted his head to smile at him. “I liked it.”
“I hoped you would.”
“Don’t think for a second that I’m giving up rights to your body,” Mark warned.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Good, because I have a few belts and a headboard to reacquaint you with.”
Steven laughed. He reached back and turned off the water. “You first.”
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