ADULT EXCERPT

I imagined Marc naked in the bubbling water. I imagined what I would like to do to him in that water.

Fuck. Why was I even here? What the hell had I gotten myself into?

Marc reached into the hotel fridge, pulled out a bottle of champagne, and opened it with a sharp pop. He poured the fizzing liquid into two flutes and handed one to me.

“To new experiences.”

We clinked glasses and took a sip.

“I’ve never been with a guy.”

“But you’re curious?”

“About you. Yes.” I nodded.

A slow smile curved his mouth. “I want you to be comfortable. We’ll do only what you’re ready for.”

Relief washed through me. “Okay.”

His gaze darkened, primal. I had just given the green light.

Holy shit. I am definitely going to get fucked.

My cheeks were on fire and my lungs forgot how to work. Marc stepped closer and I could clearly see how the blue of his left iris was intersected with coppery brown.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said as he took another step toward me. He touched my arm, just above my elbow and my entire body softened.

“Your left eye,” I blurted. “Has two colours.”

He smiled, as if very aware I was stalling. “Yes. I have sectoral heterochromia,” he said softly. “Blue from my dad, brown from my mom. I was born with it.”

“That’s really… hot,” I said.

“You think so? Thank you.”

He smiled, stepped closer, and stroked my jaw. Electricity shot through me. His scent, musk, cedar, heat, wrapped around me.

His gaze dropped to my mouth. My lips parted.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in as he held my chin. His lips brushed mine, light, teasing. He moved slowly, gently, his tongue skimming my lips, ever-so-lightly touching my tongue. It was playful. And tender. And unlike anything I’d ever imagined with another man. My body melted as I kissed him back, savouring the slow burn. I didn’t want to rush this.

Not even for a second.

His fingers twined through my hair and his other hand slid down, caressing my shoulder, then my arm, and down to my waist. He pulled me closer.

Marc’s cock was hard against my hip as his hot tongue gently pressed into my mouth. Heat mounted between us. I wanted to feel all of him, touch his muscular chest, feel his cock, but I waited.

This felt completely different than being with a woman.

“I’d like to show you the ensuite.”

I nodded and Marc grasped my hand and led me to the bathroom. There was a marble jacuzzi tub built for at least two or more people. His eyes flashed with a wild look that made my heart pound. “Would you like to try the jacuzzi?”

My knees felt like gelatin as I nodded, yes. I’d never been this turned on before and the realization scared me. It scared me because it challenged everything I knew about myself and who I thought I was.

But I wanted him so bad, none of it mattered.

He began filling the tub and returned to me, his mouth on mine the next second. His heady scent swirled around me.

“Are you okay, Chris?” The heat of his breath warmed my cheeks.

“If I mess this up—” was all I could muster.

“You won’t. And I’ll be right here,” he said, stroking my arm.

I’ll be right here.

I instantly relaxed.

Marc leaned into me, his lips on my neck. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver straight from my ear to my groin.

“Thank you,” I breathed.

His hand lowered to my ass as his kissing grew more fervent, his tongue circling mine. My cock strained between us, aching where it pressed against him.

“Fuck, Marc.” I slid my hands over his rounded shoulders, down his sides, gripping his hips and pulling him closer. “What are you doing to me?”

“If it’s too much, say the word.” His hand slipped to the front of my jeans, stroking me through the fabric.

“Oh god,” I whispered.

“You’re so hard,” he murmured against my neck, the vibration of his voice making my knees weak. “I need to see you.”

He hooked his fingers under the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. His hands explored me slowly as he looked at me, first my chest, then my waist, to my stomach, deliberate and reverent. My nipples tightened as his thumbs brushed over them. He kissed my neck, teeth grazing my skin, then dragged his mouth down my chest to suck on a nipple. The sensation sent a spasm straight to my groin and I groaned. His fingers caught the waistband of my jeans and popped the button.

“Can I?” he asked, eyes wide, waiting.

I exhaled shakily. “Yes.”

Marc dropped to his knees. His fingers traced the length of me, slow and torturous. Then he unzipped my jeans and eased them down, careful to leave my boxers in place. I stepped free, standing bare except for the thin fabric between my cock and his mouth.

He cupped my chest, thumbs grazing my abs, then took the head of my still-covered cock between his teeth. I gasped. The sensation of his teeth pressing lightly against the sensitive tip made my head spin.

Slowly, he pulled the waistband away. His fingers slipped inside, just enough to tease the tip before he drew my boxers down inch by inch. My cock sprang free, heavy and engorged.

“Mmm. Fuck,” he breathed. “You have a beautiful cock, Chris.”

His hot breath fanned my skin, and then his mouth closed around me.

I groaned as arousal detonated through my body. His mouth was warm, his tongue circling the head, stroking along the shaft. He licked me from root to tip again and again, taking me deep every few strokes.

My hand slid into his dark hair, gripping the back of his head as his rhythm grew wilder, more reckless. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of him taking me so far. I wondered if I’d brushed the back of his throat.

“Oh God, stop,” I said, trying to still my body. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Marc stood, satisfaction written all over his face.

“I want to see you,” I said, easing his shirt off his shoulders, taking my time, revelling in his smooth skin, taut muscles and incredible warmth. He had a tattoo on one of his ribs in a language I couldn’t read.

I ran my thumb over it. “What does your tattoo mean?”

“Lerihwakwarihsià:te tsi nisé:ton. It’s a Mohawk term. It means, stay true to your identity.”

“Incredible.”

I kissed his neck, his thick shoulders, his chest. I took one of his nipples into my mouth and sucked gently, causing a breathy moan from Marc. My hands worked their way down his waist and hips and then I stroked the fabric covering his erection. He was huge. Thick, swollen, stretching nearly to his waistband.

Holy fuck. It would never fit—