Eli

The way this man looks at me is too much.

I wasn’t kidding when I said I was close to blowing. Coupled with the plug in my ass and the way Mark drinks me in with his eyes, there’s a strong possibility I might come the moment he touches me.

Taking this opportunity while I make Mark strip in front of me allows me to catch my breath and get myself in check. I’m rewarded as he peels off layer upon layer, starting with his soft, blue cotton pullover. My face and body heat as I appreciate his incredible physique. My mouth waters at the first glimpse of his torso. Where I’m muscular and athletic, my new lover is a wolf. All male, well-built, dark thatches of hair in all the right places. And oh-so virile.

I stare with my mouth open, sucking in large quantities of air, palming my erection through my jeans.

“You’d give any of those doctors on Grey’s a run for their money,” I point out, to which he replies with a furrow of his brow.

“Never mind. Proceed.” I gesture for him to keep going.

The gleam in his eye has an edge of seduction and deviousness, both of which I like a lot. Watching him morph from the buttoned-up doctor to this sexually assertive man is like unwrapping the best birthday gift ever.

Mark places his hand on the front of his jeans and I stare with rapt attention at the trail of coarse, thick hair leading in and disappearing under the waistband.

“Stop.” I say, taking a step toward him as his head pops up, question written in his features.

I bat his hands away and replace them with mine.

“Let me.”

He holds his arms out like he’s ready to fly. “Be my guest.”

Mark’s a few inches taller than me, so when I lean in to kiss him I need to stretch just a bit to reach him. My fingers deftly unbutton as I use my tongue to swipe across the seam of his lips. I make quick work of his jeans and shimmy them down his legs, dragging them to the ground as he kicks them off.

I do the same with my jeans and it leaves us both in only our underwear and socks.

“Maybe we can take this into your bedroom?”

Without a word, Mark grabs the paper bag in one hand and my hand in the other, tugging me down the hall toward his bedroom.

As we move through the condo, I briefly take notice of the layout and surroundings. A bathroom, two other rooms and then we step into a large, luxuriously-styled master bedroom. Even with the briefest of tours, it’s easy to see that Mark has money based on the posh furnishings, artwork and decor. And I have my doubts that he lives solely off his doctor’s income. He screams Ivy League and Trust Fund baby.

I’ll save those get-to-know-me questions for another time, though. Right now, all I want to know is how Mark’s cock feels inside me. Mark shoves me onto my back on his bed, where I land with a soft plop.

“I’m going to explore a little bit. Maybe finish what I wasn’t able to start last night.”

The tip of his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and my cock twitches at both the sight and the comment.

Instead of responding, I tug my briefs down, lifting my hips to assist in matters, as Mark yanks them down the rest of the way. My erection springs free and bobs against my belly.

“Spread your legs. I wanna see,” he says, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

His excitement gives my own eager behavior a run for the money and I grab my knees, pulling them up against my chest so he gets the full view of my plug-filled ass.

“Shit, that is so hot. How does it feel?”

The question gives me pause. Has he never worn one? Interesting. I make note to add that to the questions I’ll ask later. But for now, I want to move things along before I blow my load.

Before I can respond, I feel his finger skim down the back of my hamstrings, teasing the soft hairs that line my legs until he curves them inward and his fingertip circles featherlight touches over the plug.

I suck in a breath and grunt, biting my lip when the lightning bolt of pleasure bursts through my body.

“Ungh...”

His voice is deep and gravely when he speaks again. “I asked you a question. What does it feel like?”

Oh yeah, a question. My mind went a little blank there for a moment.

“It’s...it feels...euphoric. It’s stimulating and sends me constant reminders of what’s to come.”

Mark chuckles roughly and with the hands of a surgeon, swiftly and easily removes the plug as I gasp out a low whimper.

“You’ll be coming soon enough.”

His mouth is suddenly on me, swallowing my dick down to the back of his throat.

“Oh Christ...Doc, I’m too close. That’s...oh shit.”

My fingers instinctively reach for his head, slipping through the soft strands of his short, dark hair. I’m stuck between wanting him to continue and guiding him off my dick before he pushes me over the edge.

He’s licking and sucking at my fat cockhead, the slurping sounds and moans streaming from his mouth driving me wild with passion. I’m in that pre-euphoric state of mind, all the blood centering in my throbbing dick and my focus on only one thing. Coming.

But I don’t want to let go just yet. I want to come with Mark inside me. Penetrating my needy hole and hitting that spot deep inside that will have me clinging onto the headboard and seeing white flashes of stars.

I allow him to take one more suck – because, really, how could I not? – and then pull him off. I nearly laugh when I see his unfocused eyes staring at me in wide-eyed confusion.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

Jesus, the vulnerability in his voice is just down right sweet.

I drop my legs, allowing them to dangle over the side of the bed and pull him up on top of me, his weight a luscious blanket. His erection – long and hard – grinds against mine and it feels so fucking good. He seems to like it too, based on the low growl that comes from deep within his chest.

He continues to slide over me, grinding and rubbing with each pass, as we kiss like there’s no tomorrow.

Finally, between breaths, I say, “Get the bag. Need you inside me now.”

Mark seems more than happy to comply with my wish, as he leans over me to grab the bag and pulls out the contents.

He laughs and I give him a funny look. “What is it?”

“I should call you Boy Scout. You’re so prepared.”

I shrug, placing my hands behind my head as I watch him tear open the foil package, rolling the condom over his length and flipping the lid of the lube.

“Call me whatever you want, just hurry up and get me ready.”

He spreads the lube over his fingers, stroking his dick a few times to get him nice and slicked up, then adds more, pressing his knees into my thighs to spread me wide.

“Just let me know what you need, okay? It’s been a long time for me. You have to tell me if you want me to stop or slow down, alright?”

Mark bends for a kiss – maybe to reassure me or himself, I don’t know and don’t care, because it’s endearing. I nod but my words are cut-off when his finger circles my hole, toying with the already sensitive nerve endings of my asshole.

Sucking in a breath, I take hold of my knees to draw them up again, allowing him more access.

His tone is reverent. “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”

I do a little shimmy and show him a teasing grin. “Oh, I know.”

And then all thoughts, words, snarky remarks are cut off when he slips his finger into my ass, breaching the muscular ring.

I can do little more than cry out in pleasure and pain. The intrusion stings, but also sends tiny shock waves of desire through every cell of my body.

He’s knuckle deep, leaning in to place kisses along my inner thigh, working his way town to my belly. He goes deeper still and adds a second finger before applying some stimulating pressure.

“Is this good?” he asks with a look of concern.

I’m writhing around on the sheets, my hips thrusting hungrily off the bed. Looking for more. Wanting it all.

“Are you kidding me? It’s amazing. But I want more.”

Mark’s sideways grin is all I see before the feeling of emptiness hits me as his fingers suddenly depart. Mark grasps my ankles, pushing me wider.

His condom-clad erection is seated between my legs as he places the tip at my entrance.

“You ready, Boy Scout?”

“Do it. Now.”

Mark takes his time, though. Just as he is inside the OR, Dr. Mark is meticulous. Calculating. Painstakingly thorough.

He inches the head inside just enough to send shivers down my spine, exhilaration and craving ricocheting down to my balls. I have little doubt that once he impales me I’ll go off like a rocket.

I watch as a look of discomfort washes across his face, Mark’s eyes closing tight.

“What’s the matter?”

His eyes pop open and he stares at me darkly, pulling out of my hole. “It’s so tight and hot.”

I bite back laughter and maneuver myself up on my knees to face him, reaching one hand behind to grab an ass cheek, the other hand on his length. Kissing him soundly while simultaneously stroking him roughly, he murmurs a sound of pleasure.

“Don’t use kid gloves on me, Mark. I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

Flipping over onto my hands and knees, I know he likes what he sees from the low growl that escapes his throat. I reach behind me, palms on my ass cheeks and open myself up to him.

And when I shift to look over my shoulder, Mark’s gaze is molten. Like a bull who sees red.

“I’m waiting,” I remind him with a bit of amusement because he seems a little stunned.

Then he’s on me, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me to him, entering me with a swift motion.

“You’re gonna ruin me.”

The smile that overtakes my face isn’t visible to Mark, but his statement makes me insanely happy nonetheless.

As does the nice pounding he begins to give me.