5 (R18) I Needed Him

"Diego."

I pulled out slowly and pushed my cock back into the man in front of me, just as slowly. The way he gasped out a shaky moan urged me on.

"You smile a lot, Diego."

"Ah! Fuck, oh f-fuck!" the younger, more tanned man on all fours shuddered on the bed as I pressed down on him, pushing my dick even further.

"You have such a pretty smile."

I held the neck of the stranger from below his chin, pressing soft kisses over his back that wasn't dark enough. The physique wasn't right, the hair wasn't right, the voice wasn't right. Nothing was right.

"Diego, please," the younger man pleaded, shaking his hips as he begged me for more but that wasn't what I wanted.

The image of Marcellus smiling at me passed through my mind and that was when my hips began to move in a frenzy.

"Shit," I grunted, closing my eyes and trying to imagine it was a certain dark skinned nobleman under me. Begging for me, pushing into me, desperate for me.

Using my hand on his neck, I lifted the younger man to make him kneel on the bed as I continued to fuck him from behind. I used my free hand to pin both his arms behind his back as my thrusts became relentless.

"Please, please, please, oh fucking please," the man whispered like he was praying, his voice getting higher and higher.

I pulled entirely out again and the way the man whimpered and tears fell from his eyes lit something in me. It made me think of how Marcellus would've looked if it were him instead of this stranger I found in one of the local bars. 

Marcellus below me, facing me, biting his lip with those pointy canines as his unrelenting stare penetrated me the way I wanted to penetrate him. And then he'd smile, that breathtaking smile as I made him moan my name.

I pushed my dick back into the stranger and lost myself in my fantasies.

I imagined Marcellus as the one throwing his head back onto my shoulder in a broken moan. My own moans mixing with his—fuck—and his toes curling as I oh so lovingly kissed his slender neck.

"Diego! I'm so close," the man's voice blended in with Marcellus' until all I could've heard was Marcellus, or my mind's idea of Marcellus in bed. 

I couldn't stop thinking of his name. I felt like I was going mad.

The man came with a quiet yell, his entire body twitching from the high, and he slumped down on the bed with his ass still up as I continued to fuck him.

He didn't protest. He even moved his hips to try and match my frenzied thrusts. He was as insatiable as I was.

"You're going to break me."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I repeated in a rush as the thought of ruining someone as perfect as Marcellus was sending me over the edge.

Against the wall, against the bar of my inn, against the window or even outside, I wanted him. 

I needed him so bad I could barely breathe.

The young man's whole body was shaking like he was going to cum again and I flipped him onto his back while still inside him, his legs immediately wrapping themselves around me.

He was crying slightly and I kissed those tears away.

"Too much, love?" I asked as softly as I could've but I still sounded beastly even to my own ears. "Want to stop?"

The stranger shook his head, using his legs to push me even further inside him and making himself gasp.

Freaky little thing, aren't you?

I fucked him slowly this time, watching each and every expression the pretty young man made. The way he gasped and arched his back was ever so sensual, so submissive.

Submissive was a word I couldn't see Marcellus being but my fantasies allowed him to be.

I made sure he felt every vein and girth, pressing deep within him before picking up speed yet again.

I was so close. I wanted to cum so bad.

The young man scratched my back as he screamed his moans.

"I-I-I-oh gods-Ah! There! There! Right there!"

He came with a shuddering moan and I followed right after, groaning Marcellus' name into the stranger's shoulder as so much came out of me.

"What a mess you've made, Diego." 

The memory of Marcellus that morning was what sent me over the edge. The unexpected sight of his bare torso and the way he ate the mangoes Sofia had brought in.

I almost whimpered as I continued to move inside the stranger, more cum leaving me as the image of Marcellus licking the juices dripping down his muscular arm replayed over and over again in my mind. 

"Fuck," I gasped with one last thrust having finally pumped myself as much as I could've, before crashing to the side of the panting stranger I'd taken to bed. 

Lucky for us the cheap little hotel was right by the bar.

"Fuck," the stranger said in between his panting as he threw a hand over his forehead. "Saints, my legs won't stop shaking."

I laughed as much as I could've in-between my own panting. "The Diego special. Give it a minute or five."

The man breathed out a laugh of his own. "You weren't all talk at the bar then cause," the man gulped, "Fuck. Sorry, sorry…fuck me."

"I'm down for round two if that's what you're offering." 

The man blinked up at me with wide light brown eyes, clearly surprised. There was also that usual glimpse of arousal in there.

"Okay…" the stranger said, suddenly turning shy, by the way his voice got all quiet and he looked down instead of at me.

I grinned down at the man I couldn't believe was what I thought was the closest in looks to Marcellus. He was so far off. 

I bent down and pressed a kiss at the former of his lips, moving down his neck then his chest before going back up.

Body worship was one of my favorite parts in sex but I skipped that that evening because of how pent up Marcellus got me in just three days. 

And just like that, thinking about Marcellus brought back my erection like the man was a kind of drug. 

"If you want to back away now," I started as I unceremoniously started pushing my dick back into the cum filled hole. Inch by inch and the man's lips fell open as his breathing returned to being ragged, "do say so. I'm not sure I'd wanna stop only two times."

I began slowly rocking my hips, the bed squeaking loudly with each movement as I began to pick up the pace yet again.

"Don't," the man gasped, holding into my face as even my thrusts began to seem desperate, "Don't stop. Oh don't stop, deeper. Please"

"Fucking hell you're so tight, love." I bent down to lay soft kisses on the sides of his mouth, teasing. I loved the way he whined, his pink lips reaching out for a kiss I wasn't sure I wanted to gave him.

I wondered what it would've been like to have Marcellus kiss me. Would the nobleman have been sweet and gentle, holding my face as we kissed slow and sweet and deep? Or would our kiss have been rough and full of so much need? 

The line of thought made me finally kiss the man, needing the physical to conjure up my image. 

I imagined it was Marcellus sighing gratefully into my lips, like it was all he was waiting for. I imagined it was Marcellus' lips I was moaning into like a whore in heat. I wanted it to be Marcellus that just came all over my chest but I was still fucking without pause.

I stopped kissing the man to look down at him. His eyes had all but rolled to the back of his head and his back arched. He was in his own little world and I brought him back by pumping his too sensitive dick.

"Wait, wait!" the man said frantically with his hands on my hairy chest. "Too much, it's too much."

"Tell me to stop and I will," I said, loving the way he tightened around me with each pump of his already hardening dick. "Why do you feel so damn good?"

The man's already red face got redder at my comment and his dick got surprisingly harder.

If you had a praise kink, you should've said so, love.

I straightened my back and grabbed the sides of his hips with both my hands, forcing his body to meet me halfway with each thrust.

"Diego! I can't, I can't! More, more!" The man was grasping the headboard behind his head.

"You're making me fucking lose it, love," I said with a shaky laugh. "Oh just like that, rock your hips just like that. Fuck, yes Marcellus."

I moved him to sit on top as he faced me, his hole still wrapped around my dick. With my hands still on his hips, I moved his body on me, like he was using me like a sex toy and he loved it.

His arms were wrapped around my shoulders and his bouncy ass slapped against my thighs every time I pushed him down. He moaned so hotly into my ears that it was enough for me to feel that urge to cum hit me faster.

"You wanna cum, love?" I asked, making him look at me again. He looked like he was high, his hands running through my long hair and holding on like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

He nodded, unable to speak at that moment. He was even drooling a little. I licked up some of the drool as I bucked my hips harshly, cumming inside the man for the second time that night.

He dry came, tightening his hole even more, and I whispered praises into his ear as I groaned with each strip of cum that left me. I felt every muscle in my body tense up and pushed the man's body down on my dick one last time making both of us grasp each other even tighter as our bodies shook from the pleasure.

We were panting so heavily and I could feel my cum leaking out of his ass but I was too tired to move much.

I made to give the man still on me a peck on the lips but he flinched away which had me panicked.

"Are you okay? Did I go too far? Does anything hurt?" The last thing I'd have wanted was to hurt someone like that.

The man put his head down, his almost curly black hair covering his eyes. "Who's Marcellus and why'd you say his name so many times?"

I blinked at the stranger with surprise. Both at the possibility of me saying the nobleman's name name but also at the fact that the stranger looked annoyed.

I said his name?