Madison sat down and Marcel brought out two plates. He placed one before Madison and the other across from him before pouring them both a half-glass of wine. Then he sat down with an uncertain look on his face.
Madison picked up the knife and fork, and cut into the steak paired with twice-baked potatoes, asparagus and shrimp. He popped the food into his mouth and nodded. “Your housekeeper’s a good cook.”
Marcel smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”
“It’s amazing.” Madison sighed softly.
Marcel reached across the table and put his hand on Madison’s. Madison looked into his eyes. The intensity of the brown depths washed over him making his breath catch.
“It doesn’t matter that neither of us can predict where this going. It just matters that we don’t let this chance slip between our fingers,” Marcel murmured. “I think we could have something special.” He linked his fingers with Madison’s and squeezed lightly.
“I want that, too,” Madison answered huskily. “Good.” He withdrew his hand. “Taste the shrimp. They’re usually divine.”
Madison smiled and did as he was bid. “Mmm. I hope you’ve got something really good for dessert planned.”
“I did, but you’ve already had it, remember?” Marcel teased.
“It was so good,” Madison said. “A little savory, but some cream would have made it sweeter.” He flashed a teasing grin.
“If you’d let me take you to bed, you could have suck my dick all you wanted, but that damn floor is a little hard for prolonged head-giving,” Marcel bantered. “But next time.”
“Mm. I’m looking forward to it,” He licked his lips and Marcel laughed.
“Finish your dinner. I have a surprise for you,” Marcel ordered.
Madison smiled, warmth spreading through him making his stomach flutter. “I can hardly wait. So, tell me a little more about your brother. He just accepts that you’re gay?” That kind of understanding from his parents would have saved him a lot of unhappiness. On the other hand, he wouldn’t have his kids and Jess was the light of his life.
Marcel nodded and grinned. “Shocked the shit out of him at first. He almost fainted when he caught me making out with my boyfriend. My dad knew, and he’d made his peace long before he got sick.”
Madison saw the love and sadness in Marcel’s eyes. “You still miss him?”
“Every day,” Marcel murmured. “He was a good man, a loving father. He struggled with me being gay for a while. He raged and preached that black men weren’t gay, that I had to snap out of it and get laid as much as I could.” He shook his head. “I told him it wasn’t happening. I didn’t like girls that way.”
“How old were you when you came out?”
“To my dad? Thirteen. How old were you?”
“Eighteen, and my family still haven’t come to terms with my sexuality,” Madison said softly as he reached for his wine.
“Have you?” Marcel asked quietly and the intensity of his stare made Madison squirm.
“I don’t know,” he answered. Madison had a feeling he had better come to terms with any lingering issues if he was going to have that happily-ever-after he craved, whether it was with Marcel or someone else.
When they finished dinner, Marcel cleared the table and brought in a saucer with a single slice of chocolate.
“What is it?” Madison asked tearing his eyes from the sweet.
Marcel set the saucer on the table and then pulled a chair next to Madison’s. He dropped into it and picked up the fork. Marcel cut a bite and held the fork to Madison’s lips.
Madison took it and rolled the flavors around in his mouth. His eyes fluttered and he moaned. The chocolate was rich and decadent. The crust was just a hint of sweetness and crunch. “That’s so good.”
Marcel smiled. “Take another bite.”
Madison did and moaned again. “You should have some,” he murmured. “This is so unbelievable. Did your housekeeper make it?”
“Yep.” He fed Madison another bite.
“I think I might be falling in love,” Madison joked.
Marcel leaned toward him. “She’ll be happy to hear that.” He flicked a dot of chocolate from the corner of Madison’s lip and their eyes met.
Madison’s breath caught. The sea of brown swallowed him whole and his heart pumped heart and fast in his chest.
“You’re decadent, too,” Marcel murmured and kissed him. Madison’s hand went to Marcel’s jaw and the other went to the back of his head as his lips parted.
Madison melted into Marcel, allowing himself to revel in the solid masculinity of the other man. Their tongues dueled slowly, tasting the chocolate on each other. Heat sparked in his belly and Madison leaned in closer, wanting to be pressed completely against the warmth of Marcel.
Marcel broke the kiss and Madison’s eyes slowly fluttered open.
“I probably should get going,” he said quietly. That intensity in Marcel’s gaze made his stomach clench. He felt as if Marcel was looking straight into him. He tore his gaze away, breathing harder. He wasn’t supposed to like Marcel this much this fast.
His head wasn’t supposed to be spinning. He wasn’t supposed to be wishing the date never had to end.
Moist lips kissed his jaw, and soft lips brushed his ear. “Take your time, Madison. We’re just beginning to get to know each other.”
Madison looked up at him and his hair fell over his shoulder. “No. My dad’s been subtly pulling strings my whole life, Marcel. I hardly noticed really, but today it hit me so hard it hurt. I realized he expected to get what he wanted because he always has.”
Marcel sat down next to Madison. “If you need the time, take it. I don’t want you to lose your kids because of me.”
“That’s the thing, Marcel,” he murmured. “I’ve always been losing something because I wanted my father’s approval and love. I don’t want to wake up in a life I hate ten years from now. I want to wake up with you.”
Marcel caressed Madison’s cheek. “I guess we’re on the same page there, sweetheart,” he said softly, and Madison heard the emotion throbbing in his voice.
Madison smiled. “I’m not going to stop fighting for the kids,” he said. “I’m just not willing to give you up, either.” He claimed Marcel’s mouth for a slow kiss that became a lazy exploration.
Marcel urged Madison onto his back and broke the kiss to look down at him. Marcel straddled Madison and pushed Madison’s T-shirt up.
“Yes or no?”
Madison nodded, swallowing convulsively. “Don’t stop.”
Marcel tugged the shirt up and Madison lifted to help him. Marcel tossed the shirt to the bed next to them and looked down into Madison’s dark blue eyes.
“You’re so gorgeous, Madison.” Marcel brushed a kiss over Madison’s shoulder and licked over his smooth, sun-kissed skin to his nipple.
Marcel swirled his tongue around the tiny point and then sucked it. Madison hissed softly and locked a hand behind Marcel’s head.
“Baby, you’re catching me on fire,” Madison murmured.
Marcel pinched his nipple before flicking his tongue over it and moving to the other. Madison’s eyes drifted closed as pleasure rocked him. Marcel sucked harder and then trailed kisses over Madison’s stomach. He licked over Madison’s navel as their eyes met and Madison smiled.
He tugged Madison’s lounge pants down. He licked over the bulge in his briefs and drew in the scent of soap before pulling them down. Madison’s cock sprang free and Marcel closed his hand around the shaft, and then lowered his mouth over the swollen head while he held Madison’s gaze.
Madison’s heart pounded hard as he stared into the dark brown gaze. It swallowed him whole, leaving him scorched.
Marcel teased the tip before slowly sucking the head while caressing the ridge of the shaft. He sucked the cock deeper into his mouth then drew it back out, only to suck it in again.
Madison hissed. “Oh, God. That feels so good.” Madison moaned and thrust up. He breathed harshly as he slowly fucked his lover’s mouth. His toes curled against the mattress as his fingers tightened on Marcel’s head.
Marcel’s moist, warm tongue glided down Madison’s shaft to his tight balls. He licked over one orb, then the other before drawing it into his mouth. He sucked it and Madison groaned.
He was so hot, he swore he was going to go up in flames, and his balls were so tight Madison thought they would explode.
“Marcel,” he said in a pleading tone.
Licking back up, Marcel used his spittle as lube and pumped Madison’s cock. Madison shivered and thrust into his hand as his blood burned in his veins.
“Marcel, baby, please. I need you. Lube’s in the nightstand.”
Marcel rose up on his knees and leaned toward the nightstand. Madison stroked Marcel’s stomach and kissed his chest. He scraped his teeth over a nipple as Marcel flipped the cap of the lube open.
Madison leaned closer as a finger worked lube into the tight hole of his anus. Marcel drew his finger out and pushed it back in, slicker.
“Baby, I want you,” Madison said softly as he kissed Marcel’s ear. “I need you inside me.”
“Turn over,” Marcel urged after withdrawing his finger. “Push your ass up high.”
Madison did as he was told and Marcel gave his tight curve a light slap, and then Madison felt the bloated head of Marcel’s cock parting the tissues of his ass in a delicious swirl of pleasure.
“Fuck. I love that your ass is so damn tight.” Marcel seated himself with a hard stroke in the tight clasp.
“Yes.” Madison’s cry was a husky encouragement.
Marcel gripped Madison’s hips, but he took him with slow, teasing strokes.
Madison caught his bottom lip between his teeth, savoring the tormenting strokes that made him wild with bliss and hunger. Marcel kissed the back of Madison’s neck.
“Damn, baby,” Marcel growled. “That’s so good.” Marcel gripped Madison’s hips tighter and began to move faster, stroking harder.
The sounds of wet sex floated on the air as Marcel’s balls slapped Madison’s ass. They both groaned harshly and the mattress creaked beneath them.