Chapter 13: Chapter Twelve

Louis

Marcus backed me up until my back hit the wall of the shower and I groaned against his lips. The skin on the back of my thighs and my ass was tender and sensitive against the cool tile wall. My soul felt free, the need to chase her down not as bad as it had been all day.

It was still there, just as my need for Marcus was. As his need was for me as the hot water poured over our skin, his hand moved to my thigh wrapping it around his waist as our cocks pressed against each other pinned between our bodies.

He was hard again and so was I, he thrust against me I couldn’t help but turn my head to the side to pant out his name. His lips moved down my chin nipping at my skin, leaving sharp love bites in there wake. They’d be gone by the morning when we got to work.

I wished that they would last longer, the reminder of him on my skin always made me feel loved and treasured. His lips moved over my neck sucking the skin between his teeth.

I whimpered as his hand moved between our bodies. Wrapping around my dick, his teeth letting go of my skin as he panted in my ear.

“This isn’t showering.”

“It’s more fun isn’t it?” I asked as I rocked my hips, thrusting into his fist.

His lips twitched as he leaned closer, kissing me. His tongue moving along my lower lip before he stepped back releasing me from his arms. With a pout I watched as he grabbed my bath sponge squirting a good amount of it as he worked it into a lather.

I turned away, stepping under the spray of hot water. Closing my eyes as I leaned back letting it move over me. He moved the sponge over the back of my neck, tracing it down over my arm and then the inside of my wrist before he repeated the action with the other side. His fingers tracing over the muscles in my back as he washed my back.

He wrapped his arms around me, moving the sponge over my chest as his other hand moved against my cock. Stroking me with slow strokes that made me whimper. His other hand moved down my abs as he cleaned me off before moving the hand that was working my dick away.

Replacing his hand with the sponge as he cleaned me off, I rested my head against his shoulder. Rocking my hips as he dropped the sponge. It fell to the floor with a wet plop as his fingers wrapped around my shaft.

“Marcus.” I moaned, he chuckled as he dragged his hand up my torso. His fingernails scraping my skin.

“Hands on the wall.” His voice was a deep rumble in my ear, making me shake my heart hammering in my chest as I did what he ordered. I liked that his dominance of me extended beyond the bedroom.

It was something I needed, knowing that whatever happened he would always have my best interest at heart. That he would remind me to take care of myself.

He crouched down behind me, picking up the sponge, dragging it up my calves as he washed my legs taking a slow path up to my buttocks. Soaping me up before he kneaded my flesh roughly squeezing my asscheeks. He moved the sponge against my hole and I leaned back into the touch.

I wanted more, needing him to fuck me. “Marcus.” I begged and he moved me forward so the warm water moved down my back, rinsing the suds away.

“You know I’ll always take care of you.” He said as he massaged my ass, his fingers moving throught the crack of my ass as I heard the snap of a lid being opened. His lubed finger pressed against my anus and my head fell to my chest as I groaned as he worked his finger inside of me.

“You can touch yourself, but don’t come yet.” He said thrusting his finger into me as he waited for my body to adjust. I brought my hand down to my penis, fighting the urge to just go at the pace that I wanted.

Instead I kept my pace steady and slow, my toes curling as he added another finger, scisoring them. I leaned my forehead against the tile as he stood behind me working his fingers in and out of me. I matched my pace to his.

He pulled his fingers from my body, his hand resting on my shoulder. I felt the head of his cock press against me slowly he worked the tip in and I let out a moan as he held himself still. Giving me time to adjust to his size.

I pushed back gasping as he went deeper, he moaned out my name and I felt powerful. That I could make someone as strong and powerful as Marcus feel like this. He pulled back before sinking deeper inside of me.

Both of his hands moving to my hips as he held me in place. He shifted his legs to frame mine and my eyes rolled back into my head as he hit a spot inside of me that made it hard for me to do anything than moan his name as all thoughts besides him and what he was doing to me left my mind.

He rolled his hips, thrusting into me until he was full sheathed inside of me. His breath coming in harsh pants and I knew that he was fighting hard with himself to not take me as rough as he craved to do. I thrust my hips back harder.

Trying to let him know that he didn’t need to hold back but the words wouldn’t come from me as I babbled his name. His hand slipping from my hip to my member as he moved his hips faster. Fucking me harder as he brought me closer to orgams.

The tightening clenching feeling pulsed through me as he gasped my name, his cock twitching inside of me before I was filled with the warm splash of his cum.

He worked his hand faster, pulling me over as my semen splashed against the tiled shower wall. His hands wrapped around my waist holding me close as we both panted trying to catch our breath.

“I love you.” He whispered as his now flaccid cock slipped from my body and I looked over my shoulder at him. Giving him a soft smile.

Things would be okay with us.