Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Darius hummed around his cock to encourage him, and when Marc shot, he swallowed every drop and kept sucking until Marc whimpered for him to stop.
“Now give as good as you got,” Darius ordered when Marc rose off him.
Marc was more than happy to comply. He took Darius all the way down and held himself there, nose brushing the coarse hair around the base of Darius’s cock. He stayed still until he was so desperate for air he thought he’d pass out.
“Motherfucker! That’s…fuck!” Darius shouted. He worked his hips, driving up into Marc’s mouth. Marc remained still and took it, sucking hard every time Darius filled him.
“How the fuck do you… Jesus! Marc!” Darius came then, and Marc pulled back so the last of his load splashed his face.
“Turn around. Now,” Darius ordered.
When he did, Darius grabbed him and licked his cheeks, cleaning him up. Then they kissed, and the taste of them mingled together made Marc dizzy with postclimax pleasure.
“So fucking good,” he murmured against Darius’s lips.
Darius rolled him and pinned his hands over his head as he kept kissing him. He seemed determined to lick every hint of himself from Marc’s mouth.
Marc bucked up, grinding against him. It would take him a while to recover, but his cock was already trying to rise again. He wanted Darius inside him a second time, and he wanted to take Darius’s ass, to hear him cry out. Would he let Marc in? Marc kissed Darius harder as he imagined it.
Reality hit when Darius sat back and looked him over. Marc saw the transformation as the demanding lover retreated and Darius became his asshole boss again.
“Clean up and go home,” Darius ordered as he stood and buckled his pants. He pulled his shirt on and tried to straighten himself, but he still looked like a man who’d been thoroughly fucked.
He turned and walked out. Where the fuck was he going? Surely he wouldn’t leave looking like he did? He hadn’t even grabbed his bag.
Marc wasn’t going to let himself feel hurt. What was he expecting? That Darius would say “I’ve changed my mind. Let’s date. It’s fine that I’m your boss”?
It wasn’t fine. None of it was fine. Marc should’ve said no the first time. His stupid dick was getting him in trouble. And yet, there was more there than lust. He was intrigued by Darius. Every little glimpse of something new made Marc want to learn more.
Marc jerked his pants on, grabbed the rest of his clothes, and stepped into the bathroom. He looked even worse than Darius. He was flushed, his hair stood on end. His pants were wrinkled as hell too. Maybe he needed to start keeping a change of clothes there.
When he’d neatened himself up as well as he could, he stepped out into the shop. Darius was at the counter, staring at something on the screen of his laptop with an annoyed expression. Was he mad at Marc, at the figures on the screen, at the world in general?
Marc didn’t need to know. He left without saying a word.
CHAPTER NINE
Marc shook up the bottle of Greek dressing before pouring it over his salad. He frowned at the bowl of greens, veggies, and chicken-breast strips. It would be tasty enough, but he was craving another one of the delicious bagels from Ivan’s shop. The bagels made him think of having lunch with Darius, which then made him think of what happened at the end of the day. Darius on his knees. Darius swallowing Marc’s cock. The taste and feel of Darius in his mouth. The way he’d dismissed Marc afterward. Fuck.
He needed advice, but this was way more than he wanted to explain in a text. As soon as he finished eating, he’d call Riley.
As he was placing his bowl in the dishwasher, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. Riley. Perfect timing.
“Hey. I was just about to call you.”
Riley’s response was garbled. Was he crying? “Slow down, Ri. What’s wrong?”
Riley managed to get across that he and Thorne had a huge fight and Thorne had stomped off.
So much for talking about Darius tonight. He wanted to ask Riley more questions, but he didn’t think he’d get decent answers over the phone.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? Just stay put.”
Here he was, longing for a real connection with a man, putting up with Darius’s shit for a chance to learn something about fashion, being dismissed as soon as the fucking ended. And Riley had a dream man—hot, devoted, wealthy—and he was too stubborn to just let Thorne help him. It was a good thing he loved Riley as much as he did, or he’d have been tempted to tell him to fuck off.
Last fall, Marc had spent a hell of a lot of time dealing with a devastated Riley. Marc had come back from California after his latest disaster boyfriend finally crossed the line and Marc could no longer excuse his behavior. Marc was depressed, they both were, but Riley didn’t bounce back like he did. That was when he realized Riley was actually in love. Not infatuated like he’d been, not longing for something real so badly he’d convinced himself he’d found it. Riley was really, truly, honest-to-God in love.