Ellis Brothers Trilogy - Mark

She put in her best effort, sucking, licking, moving her hand at the base of his cock. Mark brushed her hair back, watching her mouth on his cock. She had never been watched like this, the guys usually closed their eyes when she went down on them. His gaze simultaneously turned her on and made her uncomfortable, wondering if she was doing it right. What if he was watching because he had no idea what the hell she was trying to do? His fingers resumed touching her between her legs, running the length of her slit, back and forth. She increased the intensity of her mouth on his cock and he groaned again.

"Carly, you're gonna make me come," he said it as if it was a complaint. Wasn't this the whole point of what she was doing? She didn't let up, running her tongue down the underside of his cock as she took him further in. "Fuck, I'm coming," he warned her before she felt his balls tense in her hand and he shot into her throat. Carly gulped, struggling to keep up with the volume of cum. She licked the head of his softening cock before letting it out of her mouth.

Mark pulled her into him, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. She was face to face with an intricate tattoo of a sound mixing board with all the knobs and slides over his right pec. She couldn't help but bring her finger up to it, tracing over the realistic-looking image.

"Carly," she looked up at his face when he said her name after a while. "Have you had sex before?" She nodded her head immediately, biting her lip. He breathed out as if he was holding his breath. "I just thought maybe that's why you seemed... like you didn't want to right now."

Butterflies exploded in her belly at the thought of explaining herself to him. She tucked her head back into his shoulder, looking at his tattoos instead of at his face.

"I've had like... tons of sex," Mark seemed to chuckle at that, his chest shaking gently, "but... sleeping with you would double the number of people I've ever done it with." He stopped laughing. "I had one boyfriend for nearly two years and honestly, we screwed like bunnies, all the time, but it's only ever been him. And it took time for me to get to that part with him. I don't know how to just jump right into sex. It still feels... major to me." He seemed to give her a squeeze against himself.

"I get it, there's nothing wrong with that," he kissed her head again. "It is major, I totally understand. I can wait."

The words struck her. He could wait? He could actually see himself dating her and being with her for a long enough period of time for her to feel comfortable with this? She looked up at his face, trying to read his expression. He had a small smile across his lips and he seemed honest and genuine.

****

They had a few shows in Eastern Canada in the coming weeks. Mark and Carly met up one more time before he went away and then there were two solid weeks of just texts and calls and facetime. He had to admit that he missed her while away, even though what started between them was so new still. He was already thinking about what they would do when she went back to Boston for school. On the one hand, long-distance always sounded daunting, but on the other hand, this was as good a time as any to pursue a new relationship, when his brothers would both be busy with new babies and they had no planned tour dates coming up.

Carly was amazing. He loved that bit of innocence about her and the way it contrasted with her overall maturity. She was incredibly smart and funny. The first thing he did when he got back into the city, after dropping his stuff off at his apartment, was show up at her door. He didn't have to buzz the doorbell downstairs, he still had his keys to his parents' building and apartment. He let himself into the lobby, took the elevator to the sixth floor, and rang the bell of 6B. She opened the door, staring at him wide-eyed. She was in a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, her hair in a messy bun at the top of her head and he couldn't resist scooping her up and kissing her, right there at the door. Her arms swung out to circle his neck and he couldn't believe how relieved he felt to be kissing her again. They had all of three dates before he went away, but he felt like he was coming home to a long-term girlfriend.

"Mark?" The voice came from behind him. He pulled his lips away from Carly's to turn and look over his shoulder.

"Dad, hey," he gently set Carly down on the floor. "Umm, you remember Carly, right? Carly, it's my dad," he said, in an awkward introduction. Carly giggled, blushing.

"Hi Mr. Ellis," She gave him a little wave. Dad seemed hesitant for a moment, looking between Mark, Carly, and his own apartment door.

"I'm pretty sure mom's home. You didn't need to go get friendly with the neighbors," he told Mark.

"Dad, I..." he ran his fingers through his hair, "I didn't come here to see you guys." Dad looked confused, narrowing his eyes. "Carly and I are seeing each other."

"Oh, well," dad's gaze switched between the two of them. Mark reached for Carly's hand, taking it into hers, the shade of red on her face deepening. His parents' apartment door swung open and his mom stepped out into the hallway.

"What's going on?" She looked between them all. "Mark, I didn't know you were coming over. You didn't say anything."

"He's not here to see us, hon," dad smirked. "Mark is seeing Carly." Mom's eyebrows went up.

"Oh," mom looked them over for a moment. "Ok, just, no surprise grandchildren, please. Be good." Carly looked mortified.

"Mom, please!" It felt weird being warned about this when they haven't even had sex yet. And he was being patient. He didn't bring it up to Carly once since their initial conversation.

During the last week of Carly's break, they were together nearly every day. The fact that she was going away weighed heavily and their future seemed uncertain. They went to the movies, out to eat, spent an afternoon at The Cloisters, biked in Riverside Park, and of course, spent countless hours in Mark's apartment. Carly never spent the night, always leaving his place, even if it was at 2 am. The question about what would happen when she went back to Boston nagged at him and as much as he wanted to ask it, he also didn't want to seem too clingy.

"I think we need to talk," he finally decided to go for it, the last night that they were together before she left to go back to school. As he saw it, it'd be better to know where he stood than to continue pining with ambiguous commitment on her end. They lay on the floor of his living room with their legs up on the sofa. He couldn't say how exactly they got into this position. They were both partially dressed with bare feet, laying side by side. Carly popped a peanut into her mouth from a tin sitting between them, looking at him expectantly. "You're gonna leave tomorrow and... where do I stand? Should I come out and visit? Are we... together? Or was this just something casual for the duration of your break?"

"I don't do casual," Carly looked back at him, her expression serious. His eyes moved over her face, trying to figure what she meant by that statement. "I mean that this isn't casual to me, I don't just hook up. I like you, I want to be with you." Mark felt his lips melt into a smile.

"So... if I came out to visit you in Boston, you would introduce me as...?" Was he being juvenile asking her this question? But he wanted to know and he wanted her to say that she saw them as being in a relationship, that they were together and not seeing other people.

"I don't know what the right answer is," she shook her head, biting her lip.

"Can the answer be boyfriend?" Her eyes widened.

"Do you want that? Because I just wasn't sure that you did that." She closed her eyes momentarily, "I mean, I'd like that, yes, very much, but I didn't know how you'd feel about me announcing to anyone that you're my boyfriend. You know, with the tabloids and paparazzi and whatever else you deal with. Whatever gossip and rumors and drama that follows you around." Mark chuckled.

"There are no paparazzi! We're not like... Ed Sheeran or anything!" He reached over to place a hand on her cheek. "Sweetheart, I'm fine with you saying it because it's true."

"And... what if..." she looked away, "you're out a bar or something, and you're hitting it off with a woman, and you want to hook up with her and she's like 'I heard a rumor that you have a girlfriend.'" His hand was on her chin, pulling her face back to look at him.

"Carly, I don't want to hook up with any other woman. I don't know what you've heard or read, but when I'm serious about someone, I don't step out, no matter how far away I am. And I'm serious about you, Carly." She nodded, a weak smile crossing her lips. "How would you feel if I came out to visit next weekend?" He stroked the side of her face gently, looking into her eyes. She nodded.

"That would be really nice," she agreed.

He booked a room at a hotel not far from her college for the following weekend. He checked in Friday afternoon and went over to meet Carly at her dorm. There were definitely more looks in his direction on a college campus than just out on the city streets. It was a more concentrated demographic of their listeners and people who may have at some point seen them live. They've played in Boston before and did a show at another college campus in Boston last spring. He tried to just be nice and smile back if anyone's gaze lingered on him or their expression showed recognition.

He signed in at the front desk of Carly's dorm, the guy at the desk not batting an eye as he recorded his name from his Driver's License. When he knocked on the door to Carly's suite, the tall blond who opened it stood in the doorway staring at him. Her eyes narrowed at first and then her mouth dropped open a bit.

"Hey, is Carly in?" He smiled politely.

"I... umm... Carly? Carly Emmerson?" He nodded. "Yeah, wait..." she turned away from the door, then turned back to him. "Come in, you can come in." She held the door wide for him and he stepped into the small common room that held a mini-fridge, microwave, and a round table with 4 chairs. "Carly!" The girl shouted towards the open door to one of the bedrooms.

Carly stepped out dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, drying her damp hair with a towel and gave him a huge smile. Holding the towel in one hand, she came over and gave him a big hug and he kissed her cheek, just as she pulled away from him again.

"I need to dry my hair still," she told him, then looked over at the blonde who was staring at them, her mouth gaping. "Mark, this is one of my suitemates, Julie. Jules, this is..." she gave him a significant look in that moment of hesitation, "my boyfriend, Mark," she finished the introduction. He felt himself beaming uncontrollably at those words.

"Nice to meet you, Julie," he stuck out his hand and the blonde shook it limply.

"You too," she squeaked out. "You're Mark Ellis, right?"

"Yeah," he smiled at her.

"Cause that was a detail Carly somehow forgot to mention," she stared daggers at Carly. Carly smiled, starting to walk back into her bedroom. Her gaze connected with Mark's and she gestured with her head for him to follow her. Julie followed them too, unrelenting. "God, I thought we were friends! How the fuck do you keep a secret like this from me?!"

Carly had a standard looking dorm room with two twin-sized beds, two desks, and two dressers. She turned on the hairdryer she had plugged in next to the full-length mirror on the door in her closet and worked on drying her hair while Julie continued to yell something at her. He assumed that side of the room was Carly's and looked over the photos of friends she had up on the wall above her bed, some sketches that were taped up too, and a poster that read 'That's What She Said' with a picture of Michael Scott. He chuckled at that then turned around to look at her roommate's side of the room.

Shit, that was fucking weird.

He's never seen one of his posters out in the real world before, in someone's actual bedroom. Carly's roommate had an Ellis Brothers concert poster on her wall. It wasn't the only one there, there were several others, Imagine Dragons, Twenty One Pilots, Half Alive, but it still felt strange. So before Carly even ran into him at the park a month ago, his face had been plastered on the wall opposite her bed? He sat down on Carly's bed while she finished drying her hair. Julie had stomped off somewhere and he couldn't help but pull out his phone and take a picture of the wall in front of him. He sent it to his brothers in a group chat with a comment "First time seeing one on a real-live person's wall." Carly turned off the dryer.

"Is that Julie's bed?" He asked her, as she came closer, brushing her hair.

"No, that's Gemma's," she grinned. "She's a wee bit of a fan." Carly squeezed her thumb and index finger together. "She's working. She'll be around later this weekend."

His phone dinged with a message from Wes - "Is that Carly's?" He quickly replied back with - "No, her roommate's."

"Is she gonna be mad at you too, like Julie was?" He smirked.

"Yeah, probably." There was something nice about this, the fact that Carly didn't rush out to flaunt their relationship to all her friends immediately. Though he really liked hearing those words, when she introduced him as her boyfriend.

His phone dinged again with a message from Garrett - "Sign the poster for her. Would be fun to see how long it takes her to notice it." He liked that idea.

It didn't take her long. Julie must have mentioned to Gemma, when she got home, that Mark was over because by about ten o'clock, while they were taking a walk in the general direction of his hotel, Carly's phone exploded with a barrage of messages from an overexcited Gemma. Somewhere between demanding to know why she's such a sneaky bitch and asking about whether she was going to bring Mark back around the dorm again, Gemma had also thanked him for signing the poster.

They rode the elevator up to his room in silence. He held her hand in his all the way to the door and while he fished out the key card from his pocket. Once inside, he didn't wait to give her a long, deep kiss that he's been holding in for hours, since he first got there that afternoon.

"I was thinking," Carly started to say, biting the corner of her lip, "that maybe I'd stay over with you tonight?" He was definitely hoping she would, now that she didn't have to go back to her parents' house and explain to them where she had stayed the night.

"Yeah, absolutely. I would love that," he was quick to confirm for her.

"And I was thinking also," her hands fidgeted with the lapels of his wool peacoat. She didn't look at his face. "That if we are going to sleep together, in the same bed, that I think... I'm ready for us to, you know, sleep together in the figurative sense as well." Mark felt his eyebrows arch slightly. He hooked a finger under her chin, drawing it up to look at her face.

"Are you sure?" The last thing he wanted to do was push her into something that she wasn't entirely comfortable with. She nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She nodded again, her voice sounding confident this time.

His hand cupped her head and he brought her right back in for another deep kiss. They stumbled towards the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind as they peeled them off each other while their lips barely disconnected. They made it onto the bed, naked, Mark's cock fully hard, Carly's nipples stiff and pointed. And then he was scrambling off the bed again to fish out the condoms he packed in his bag. It's not so much that he hoped it would happen, but he wanted to be prepared in case it did.

Mark crawled back up the bed, right up between Carly's legs, spreading them apart the further he went. She was glistening with wetness and he couldn't resist licking her folds. She moaned at the feel of his tongue moving through her pussy. He pushed it inside her then licked up to her clit, circling it, before licking further up her body, up to her breasts, around her nipples, sucking them into his mouth. She seemed to vibrate with arousal, or was it impatience maybe? Everywhere he touched seemed to be super sensitive. Mark sat up on his knees, tearing open the condom wrapper and rolling it onto himself. Carly was watching him, a small smile on her face. He positioned himself over her, spreading her legs on either side of himself, and slowly inched inside.

He'd felt how tight she was against his fingers before, but that was nothing compared to the way her channel felt around his cock. He worked his way in, little by little, and backed out a bit, then inched forward again. Carly had closed her eyes, her tongue darting out and licking across her lower lip. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was right then, laying back on the bed, relaxed, her breasts sitting up with pink, pointed nipples. He wanted to burn this image into his brain and always remember her like this.

He felt himself seated all the way inside her. It was incredible. There was something more to it than just sex, than what it has been with other women. There was an intense feeling radiating through his body, making this moment feel significant somehow. Carly moved her hands to his ass, grasping him, rocking against him. It was as if he'd forgotten to move, just stunned at the feeling of being inside her. Mark lowered himself to her and kissed her lips, lingering there for a moment before beginning to thrust in earnest.

****

The feeling of Mark stretching her apart was amazing. She felt so full and so close to an orgasm from the very start. He was careful with her, overly so, she began to wonder whether there was something wrong with her. Was she not doing enough? Was she not wet enough?

Her ex never hesitated like this, not even her very first time. He just went for it, thrusting all the way in in a single move and pumping hard and fast. Of course, he also wasn't this big. Or maybe, was she not big enough? Was her body not able to accommodate Mark's size? Was he uncomfortable?

She started moving, trying to get out of her head, out of these crazy thoughts. Mark leaned down and kissed her, tenderly, lingering on her lips for a moment, before he started moving too, sending electric waves of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him in further as he thrust into her. It was sensational and Carly felt herself falling off the edge into an intense orgasm, her pussy throbbing around Mark's cock. She was moaning and whimpering through it while Mark watched her face intently.

As she came down from the height, he leaned in close against her chest, wrapped his arms around her, and rolled with her over to his back, landing her on top. She yelped with surprise, clutching his shoulders. Mark had a satisfied grin on his face, looking up at her from his new vantage point.

"I want you to ride my cock, sweetheart," he told her and Carly felt everything clamp down inside her at his words, new waves of pleasure building up immediately.

She planted her knees on the bed on either side of him, moving up and down on his cock, grinding down deep onto him. She wouldn't make it very long like this, but that seemed to be Mark's preference, to have her coming three to four times as much as he did. His hands moved to her breasts, grasping them, moving to her nipples, gently twisting them between his fingers. The feeling of his hands on her breasts along with his massive cock inside her was too much. She was coming again, her thighs trembling against his, her pussy contracting around his cock. She braced her hands against his chest, closing her eyes.

"I love the feel of you coming," he told her, moving to stroke her cheek.

He lifted her ass up slightly while she leaned into his chest and pumped into her from below at a fast, unrelenting pace. Everything was already so keyed up, so sensitive and on the edge that Carly thought she might come again. But Mark beat her to it, grunting as he shoved himself deep inside her. She could feel his cock pulse inside her and it felt fantastic.