Play Along by Mathilde Watson Page A

hole. Chance dropped his head onto his arms and spread his legs wider, giving Mark better access. When Mark's finger pushed into him, fast and deep Chance hissed and bit the soft skin on his forearm to keep quiet. The stretch and the burn weren't bad, but unfamiliar, and knowing where this was leading made him nervous again. By the time Mark had worked a second finger into him, scissoring them and stretching him in earnest, Chance couldn't help tensing back up.
    "Damn, baby, you're tight. Real damn tight—has it been a while?" Mark ran his free hand up and down Chance's spine and nibbled gently on the tender flesh of Chance's ass cheek. The concern in his voice sounded genuine, and he'd been nothing but kind. He deserved to know the truth.
    Chance looked back over his shoulder and met Mark's eyes. Before he could change his mind, he swallowed back his panic and blurted it out. "It's been never, Mark. You're in uncharted territory back there… Where no man has gone before."

Chapter Eight
     
    Chance watched Mark ' s eyes go from heavy with lust to wide with surprise. He sat back on his heels and carefully pulled his fingers from Chance ' s ass, staring at him openmouthed. Well, at least he hadn ' t bolted for the door…
    "Damn, baby, you've never? Hell, why didn't you say something?! W-we don't have to…" Mark waved his hand between the two of them. Chance shook his head and rolled over until he was sitting in front of Mark. He reached out and cupped Mark's sturdy jaw, kissing him quiet before pressing his forehead against Mark's.
    " I want this Mark. I want you. I ' m not a pure, innocent virgin here. I ' ve done other stuff before, and I know what I ' m doing now. We all have to have a first, yeah? "
    His eyes solemn, Mark nodded.
    "I want mine to be you." Chance punctuated his point by kissing Mark and sliding onto his lap, rubbing their erections together. He knew better than to play fair if he hoped to get what he wanted.
    Mark groaned into the kiss and pushed forward, laying Chance down and pressing him into the mattress. The weight of the larger body on top of his felt incredible, and the hard prick prodding his thigh sent a shiver up his spine. Chance moaned back into Mark's mouth, wrapping his arms around his muscular neck and parting his legs to cradle Mark between them. Digging his heels into the mattress, he pushed his hips up, pressing his groin into Mark's stomach.
    Mark pulled out of the kiss and stared down into his eyes, searching. His hand slowly slid down Chance's body, past his hip and down his thigh, then around back up the tender skin of his inner thigh. The hand stopped between his legs, the fingers pressing at the patch of skin behind Chance's balls and ghosting over his slick hole.
    Mark pressed his thumb inside Chance, rubbing slow circles around the muscle and watching Chance's face intently. "If I hurt you, or if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you say so, alright? And if you change your mind at any point, stop me. Are we clear?"
    Chance nodded and caressed Mark's neck and face, grinning up at him and bucking against the questing thumb, forcing the digit deeper. It slipped through the ring of muscle and Chance hissed, arching his back and thrashing his head against the pillow, his mouth open with the pleasure.
    " Want you Mark. I want you. " Chance shifted on the mattress, trying to roll back over onto his stomach, but Mark stopped him. Mark held him down with his hands on both hips, shaking his head ' no. '
    Chance whimpered in distress. Was Mark having second thoughts? He couldn ' t face rejection now, not this close! " Please, Mark. " He was far too aroused and needy to care about pride or dignity. He needed, and he would do whatever it took to get what he needed. " Please take me, Mark. Please fuck me. "
    The rest of his plea got cut off as Mark collapsed back on top of him, stealing his breath with a frantic kiss. "Okay, baby, I've got you. But I want to do it like this, okay?