Chapter 19 Marik
Malik was drenched with sweat. His lips and tongue tasted of seed. His fingers had skin from Marik's back and bits of fabric from the seats under the nails. His eyes were glazed, his breath ragged, and his skin blood red.
"More," he whispered.
"Oh fuck!" Marik groaned.
More? What more? Their clothing was gone - presumably on the floor, but Marik hadn't been concerned at the time. They had already rotated twice through the limited number of positions allowed in the narrow damn bus seat. Marik had held his own climax even as Malik had defied physiology and the laws of nature. Multi-orgasmic had to have a limit!
I should have made him scream, Marik lamented silently. When I make him scream, he's out like a light for hours. Like this, he's just gonna give me a stroke!
But...
To die embedded in Malik, feeling his heat and hearing his pleasure?
Worth a thousand deaths.
"When I'm done, you won't be able to move for a month." Marik growled, trying to find the strength to keep going. To last longer. Even against his light, Marik found losing demeaning. "Come on, little girl, and sit in my lap."
Author's End Note:
Standard reviews welcome. Even if you don't feel comfortable commenting, I would deeply appreciate a ":-)", ":-l", or ":-(". I feel a bit alone on this one. From the stage, the lights are blinding and you don't know if anyone is watching if the audience is silent. Let me know you're out there, please. Thank You. SJ