Free Nexus by Mary Calmes Page A

to move in; we could just be fuck buddies.”
    “And what did I say?”
    “You—Marcus,” he whined. “You didn’t say anything. You just got up and walked to the door.”
    It was all or nothing with me, which scared the hell out of most people. I loved hard and possessively, and for every man before Joe, it had been suffocating and simply too much. But for Joe, who always spoke of freedom and independence and no commitments, the wall that broke that day was the one around his heart.
    “And what did you say, Joseph?” I delved as I grabbed hold of his perfect ass and spread his cheeks.
    “I said ‘stay’.”
    “Is that what you said?”
    “I said, ‘Marcus, please stay. Don’t leave me, don’t ever leave me…. I’ll be with you forever, but please stay now—don’t go.’”
    “You said ‘stay’,” I growled, sliding my lube-slicked cock deep inside of him in one powerful forward thrust.
    “Fuck!”
    I remained still for a second, buried in his ass, letting him adjust to me, savoring the feel of his tense muscles rippling around me, squeezing. He was so tight, so hot, and looking at my groin flush against him, the paleness of his skin contrasting to the darkness of mine, I was struck, as I always was, by the merging of our flesh.
    “Marcus, you gotta move.”
    Reaching between his legs, I stroked him from balls to tip until he shuddered.
    “I’m gonna come with how full I am,” he confessed, shivering some more. “And I want you to just have me—God, Marcus, why are you holding back?”
    Because normally I made sure he was close before I pounded inside of him. I wasn’t small, the opposite actually, and so I was careful to never—
    “Marcus, you know better.”
    And I did.
    I pulled out partway and then grabbed hold of his hip, anchored myself, and drove inside hard and fast.
    He swore and babbled, and the filthy words coming out of his perfect mouth drove me right out of my mind.
    “Marcus, baby, please, could you just fuck my brains out already?”
    I smiled and eased out again only to plunge back inside, beginning the driving, rhythmic thrusting that would bring us both to a shuddering climax.
    “Jesus, Marcus, you feel so fucking good.”
    A lot of men couldn’t swallow my cock, instead choking on the length and the girth, and many didn’t want me buried to the balls in their ass, terrified of being hurt. So I was careful and respectful and had always made sure that my lovers were ready and willing to take me in. It was only with Joe that I had ever just let go. The man loved my dick. He could take me down the back of his throat, sucking hard, and would straddle my hips and impale himself on my shaft with his head thrown back in ecstasy as I brought him to release. He looked delicate and small, but in bed, the man was demanding and vocal about his needs. Big and thick and hard was how he liked his ass filled. I was perfect for him.
    “Marcus,” he cried, writhing under me as I thrust into him, so close, barely breathing, loving him wrapped around me.
    “Joe, I’m gonna come.”
    I felt his muscles bear down, felt him tighten, and then I fucked him through his orgasm even as my balls tightened and I came deep inside him seconds later.
    The man annihilated me.
    He was shaking hard, and when he collapsed, I crushed him under me, both of us panting and sweating, aftershocks spilling through us even as I stayed where I was. Joe liked me there, inside until his muscles released me. When the spasms eased, I could slowly, gently, withdraw, but I had to wait until his body was ready for me to go. I loved the closeness at the end, loved feeling his heartbeat from the inside, the last bit of our joining.
    When he stilled, I slid free and rolled over on my back. Instantly he was there in my arms, claiming my mouth. I opened for him, and the kiss was as hungry as the lovemaking had been. He tasted so good that when he tried to pull free, I bit his plump bottom lip to keep him there.
    “Quit.”