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give him the attention I'm capable of. With nothing holding me back, I hope to become the sub, the man , he deserves.
    "Christ, that’s perfect ," he moans.
    Peering up at him while I soak his erection with my tongue, I see tensed abs, defined pecs, and a face flashing with dark desire. When his lust-filled eyes meet mine, it's like we fuel each oth er. I acknowledge the urgency in his gaze by tightening my lips around his steel-hard cock, and his groaned curse makes me wanna hump the fucking mattress.
    I suck him as hard as I can and grind my own dick against the sheets. I feel the wet spot I create on the fabric and only rub harder. My hands slide up his muscular thighs to fondle his tight sac, having watched him enough to know what he's into.
    Every now and then, a spurt of pre-come coats the roof of my mouth as proof that I'm doing it right , and I savor the salty taste of him. It's been almost ten years since I was with a guy intimately, and I don’t remember it being this good, this sexy, this satisfying, this consuming . Hell, my one and only other experience with another man ended in disaster, and it's nothing I think of fondly.
    Mark bucks his hips, thankfully not treating me like I'm made of glass, and he soon fists my hair to guide me over him. "Wait," he grits out and stills me. "I want to be inside you when I come."
    I whimper pitifully, nod, and lick my thoroughly-used lips. Pulling me up his body, he gives me a bruising kiss and explores my mouth with his tongue, barely letting me breathe. The realization hits me hard—that he's wanted me for a while now, and just how much he wants me. It makes me feel both desired and idiotic. Because I wish I could've been more for him from the get-go.
    He rolls us over so I'm on my back. He grinds our dicks together, still kissing me hungrily, then breaks away. Breathing heavily, he mutters, "Don’t move a fucking muscle." He leaves me panting and on the verge of begging for his touch, but he's only gone for a moment. When he returns, he's got a bottle of lube. "Finally all mine." He's quick to cover my body with his again, and he captures my mouth in another hard kiss.
    It's night and day—Mark and Lina. One is hard, big, less pliable, and oozes power and strength. Another is soft, small, sweet, and radiates…I don’t know, brightness, I think is a good word. They're both wonderful and insanely appealing to me, but in different ways.
    "I feel stupid for not asking." He kisses my jaw and wraps his fingers around my aching cock, giving it a slow stroke. I choke on a breath and grab on to his shoulders. "Are you ready for this, Brayden? I mean sex…with me." He nuzzles his nose to mine. "Do you want me inside you?"
    "Yeah," I groan and buck my hips. Fuck, can't he see how ready I am? "I want you. Now ."
    He already knows I love it when he uses toys on me, so it can't really come as a shock that I want his cock, can it?
    "Demanding." He smirks and shakes his head in amusement. "That’s my job." I flush as his eyes turn dark and predatory. "And how I fucking love that job," he murmurs and sits back on his heels between my parted legs.
    I lick my lips, still tasting him from before, and practice patience as Mark strokes me expertly while using his free hand to prepare my ass for him.
    "Push back," he whispers. I obey; when he adds a second lubed-up finger, I push into his touch, relaxing quickly. I'm used to the dull burn, and it's one in which I find a perverted thrill. "Any discomfort?"
    I quickly shake my head no.
    He huffs a chuckle. "I shouldn’t be surprised. You love this." He adds a third finger, and I let out a long moan as my eyes flutter closed. "Just wait 'til I get to fuck you after giving you an enema." As if I needed more reasons to look like a tomato. Jesus Christ . I know this can be standard practice before anal sex, and I've had enemas before, mostly for hygienic reasons when Lina and I started with anal play, but I haven't had sex right after one.