20 (R18) Lovely Iego I

I turned around to open the door, planning to go sleep in the mountains at that point.

Anything was better than staying in that room for even a second longer.

Except, yet again, my plans didn't pan out. I really should've stopped making them by that point.

Marcellus stopped me by slowly turning me back around.

His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked down at me, biting that too tempting bottom lip of his. His hands slowly moved up my face and my eyes widened as he cupped cheeks.

What's happening? He's getting closer. What the fuck is happening?

"Marcellus," I whispered with a bit of anger seeping through my words. "Marcellus I swear to the gods. Do not fucking mess with me right now."

He didn't say anything in response to that. He instead moved one of his thumbs to caress my bottom lip and I could've sworn that my legs almost buckled.

My heart was beating too fast, my already tired legs felt like they were going to give way. My eyes stung from all the emotions I'd felt in just a couple of hours and I had no idea what to do with my hands that were stuck by my side.

Marcellus stepped closer and my back was pressed to the door. He inched even closer and his torso was against mine.

His heart was beating as fast as mine and I did not dare try to guess what that meant. My guesses had only left me crushed over and over again.

"Diego?"

"Hmm?" I didn't trust myself to speak properly then, so I could've only squeaked out that reply.

"May I kiss you?"

I hadn't even finished my nod when his lips met mine and I could've sworn that both our knees nearly buckled.

The kiss had been short. A press of our lips together before he'd slowly moved away, mine trying to follow him.

Then he kissed me again. Slow, tender and letting out a deep and guttural groan that sent shivers up my spine.

He moved back again and I didn't care that I'd whined for the first time in my thirty years of living.

That look of hunger washed over his ever so pretty face again and the fact that it was directed at me—me!—made me so irrevocably horny.

He kissed my forehead, the side of my nose, my lips, my jaw then moved to my neck. I gripped his hips tight and pulled him closer to me, gasping from both his actions in my neck and the sudden friction of his hard on against my own.

"Fuck!" Marcellus cursed quietly against my neck, pulling back slightly to rest his forehead on my shoulder again as he took deep breaths. "Fuck."

I was panting. Heavily. My whole body was on fire and I'd never felt such intense lust in my life. We hadn't even done anything yet, some small kisses and one spell of friction.

"Fuck indeed," I said, copying the foreign word I didn't even know the meaning of and earning a broken laugh from the nobleman.

"…Do you…" I asked in between my pants, making the debauched looking noble look up at me. "Do you want to…stop?"

Marcellus gave me the most clear-cut 'are you dumb?' expression that I decided that I wasn't allowed to speak for the rest of the night.

"Stop?" Marcellus said as he stood up straight and his hands began to move from the top of my head. 

"Stop…" He repeated as he caressed my face with his fingers, pushing a thumb past my lips and making me subconsciously suck on the digit. He replaced it with his forefinger and middle finger and I'd never been more happy to suck on something in my life.

"Stop?" His other hand moved down my throat as he left the fingers in my mouth. 

He gripped my neck for a moment, making me gasp before moving down my chest.

He cupped my pecs through the shirt, squeezing one lightly before letting go and doing the same to the other.

And then he pulled on a nipple and I nearly fell to my knees as a surprised moan escaped my lips. His fingers fell from my mouth and now both hands were playing with my rather sensitive chest.

"If I'd known—" Marcellus whispers like he was in awe as he continued to play with my body. I watched him with lidded eyes as he swallowed before guiding me to my bed.

In a mere moment, I was sitting on his lap on the bed as he continued to abuse my nipples.

I hadn't even realized that I'd been moaning so loud until the change of location.

He twisted my nipples with his firm grip and I threw my head back over his shoulder with a shaky moan.

"F-fuck," I muttered, as he didn't stop. I didn't even know I was that sensitive, not used to having someone touch me the way he was touching me.

"On my soul, Diego," Marcellus continued into my ear, his voice huskier than ever and a slight groan in each word. "If I had known I had an effect on you like this, your back would've been on that bar in an instant."

One of his hands moved slowly down below and the anticipation made me shake.

Why is this so fucking intense?

Why is he the one doing this to me?

I wasn't opposed to being the one receiving but I'd never really done so before. I took charge in most aspects of my life, even in bed. I was the giver, I was the leader, I was the caretaker.

He'd taken all of that away and reversed it so casually, that I'd only realized it a second before my dick was in his grip.

"Mar—Marcy. Marcy wai—FuckFuckFuck!" I gasped out rapidly as he tightened his hold and began to move.

My arched back made me feel him through his black pants and by the gods it felt so big.

My trousers fell down to my legs and everything was bare for him as he continued to ever so slowly pump me up and down.

"Diego. Lovely Iego. My lovely Iego." The way he'd said my name in that accent, with that low voice, with the subtle shake in his voice. 

With the way I'd been dreaming of this, begging for this. I didn't stand a fighting chance.

"StopStopStop! Marcy I'm—"

"Ahhh!~" I had cummed so hard that my whole body vibrated. 

He held me so close with an arm wrapped around my torso and his lips on my neck, sucking the skin lightly. That action alone had another wave come out of me, a whimpering sound escaping my lips.

I slumped into his embrace, my legs wide open over his, as I panted heavily. My head laid on the crook of his neck and he pressed such gentle and soft kisses to my temple.

I felt like I was made of slime, my whole body tingling like I'd been shocked.

"Fuck," I gasped shakily, still feeling a high from what we'd just done. 

But it wasn't enough. I still wanted more of him. I wanted to give him more of me. 

It was like everything leading up to that moment made me want to be consumed by him.

"Tired?" he asked softly, lips still on my temple.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the younger but more domineering man, his lust-filled eyes already on me.

I slowly got out of his embrace, legs still feeling a little weak but I powered through.

His eyes didn't leave my body for a second and I was relishing in it. His gaze and his attention, all on me.

Only on me.

I removed my pants completely and took off my shirt, completely bare for the man to see.

He put his hands behind him on the bed and just looked at me. His eyes on my face, my neck, my chest, my torso, my already hardening dick and back to my face.

I saw the way his hands clenched the sheets behind him and knowing I had that effect on him, just from taking off my clothes, gave me my usual confidence back.

"So," I said, not at all surprised by how husky my voice had become as well. "Top or bottom?"