Chapter 141: Chapter 141: You Sounded Like a Pornstar

For a moment, Mark just watched him carefully before asking in a lower tone,

"Slow or rough?"

Charles wrapped his arms tightly around Mark’s neck, pulling him closer until their lips were almost touching.

"Take me in a way that’ll make me want you more," he murmured breathlessly. "Make it impossible for me to get you out of my mind."

Something in Mark’s expression shifted after hearing that.

The next thrust came harder.

Deeper.

The sudden force instantly pulled a broken sound from Charles’s lips as Mark’s entire energy changed afterward, his grip tightening while his thrusts became stronger and more intense.

Charles moaned loudly, his fingers tightening around Mark’s shoulders. "Yes... Please go faster," he whined, his fingers digging into Mark’s shoulders, physically pulling him down. "Faster, Mark... please, go harder."

Mark’s dark eyes flared, and he obliged instantly. He began slamming into him with relentless pressure, his thrusts taking Charles so deep that Charles couldn’t even catch his breath. The raw, continuous moans poured from Charles’s lips, filling the dark bedroom with pure, unrefined noise.

"Fuck... yes, Mark! Ahh!" Charles cried out, his head tossing against the pillow.

The entire time, Charles kept his eyes tightly shut, completely surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure racking his body. He was riding the sensation of every hard, deep slam. But Mark kept his eyes wide open. With every single brutal, deep thrust that hit Charles’s sweetest spot, Mark would lean over, staring intently at Charles’s flushed, undone face, memorizing every twitch and every breathless gasp.

"Yes... please... hmmm, Mark..." Charles groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking upward to meet the friction.

Mark’s waist moved faster and faster, his rhythm turning fierce and demanding. The wet sound of skin meeting skin echoed loudly through the quiet, dim bedroom. Mark’s deep thrusts were completely relentless, driving all the way inside Charles and forcing a breathless, high-pitched gasp from his throat with every single devastating impact.

"Ahh... Mark! Mmh, yes... right there," Charles moaned, his fingers digging frantically into the muscles of Mark’s back. His head tossed back against the pillow, his lips parted as a steady stream of soft, needy whimpers escaped him.

Mark leaned down, his chest pressing flush against Charles’s bare front, his breath hot and ragged against Charles’s ear.

"You feel... so good, Charles," Mark growled, his voice thick with lust. He shifted his angle slightly, pulling back almost entirely before plunging back in with a thrust that hit Charles’s sweetest spot.

"Oh! Ahhh!" Charles loudly screamed out, his toes curling as his hips automatically bucked upward, trying to swallow Mark deeper. He wrapped his legs tightly around Mark’s waist, completely unraveled by the sheer force of the pleasure. "Harder... Mark, please, fuck me harder..."

Mark’s control snapped even more after hearing that.

His thrusts became rougher and faster, driving deep into Charles over and over until both of their breathing turned completely uneven.

Charles could already feel himself getting close.

His hand slid between their bodies before wrapping around his own cock, starting to stroke himself quickly in rhythm with Mark’s deep thrusts.

The combined sensation immediately pushed him closer to the edge.

"I’m close..." Charles moaned helplessly. "Fuck—I’m going to cum..."

Mark grabbed Charles tighter by the waist before pounding into him even harder.

The bed shook beneath them from the force.

A few more deep thrusts later, both of them lost control almost at the same time.

Charles cried out loudly as he climaxed across both of their chests while Mark threw his head back with a deep groan and flooded the condom, his hips trembling as he delivered one last deep thrust.

After that, Mark collapsed heavily onto Charles’s chest. For a few minutes, the bedroom was silent except for the sound of both of them catching their breath.

Slowly, as their breathing stabilized, Mark lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting Charles’s. They stared at each other for a quiet, intimate second, the heat still lingering between them. Feeling a rush of affection, Charles immediately leaned up, tilting his chin to kiss Mark’s lips

But the moment he did, Mark’s expression changed. He shifted his head, turning his face away to reject the kiss.

Charles blinked, completely frozen in surprise. Before he could even ask what was wrong, a cruel, mocking smirk spread across Mark’s face.

"Is this how you fuck with all your bedmates and exes?" Mark asked, his voice entirely devoid of the warmth from moments before.

Charles’s mouth fell open, a sudden wave of shock crashing over him. He tried to find his voice to speak, but Mark cut him off immediately, letting out a sharp, mocking laugh.

"You sounded like a fucking pornstar," Mark said coldly.

Without waiting for a response, Mark pulled away, sliding out of Charles’s body entirely and standing up from the bed.

Charles sat frozen on the bed, his chest still slick with sweat. The sudden shift in Mark’s attitude left him completely shocked, his mind struggling to process what had just happened or how he was even supposed to react.

Mark didn’t look back as he turned on his heel, heading straight toward the bathroom.

The cold words stung, but Charles still tried to salvage the situation. He looked toward Mark’s retreating, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

"I’m sorry if I sounded that way to you," he said quietly. "You know it was our first time... so tell me how I’m supposed to sound next time so I won’t sound like a pornstar to you."

Mark stopped at the bathroom doorway. He turned his head, a mocking smirk cutting across his sharp features as he looked back at Charles.

"No way am I sleeping with you again," Mark said, his voice completely flat and uncaring. "I need to use the bathroom."

With that, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, leaving Charles alone in the suffocating silence of the bedroom.

Even though Charles was deeply confused by Mark’s sudden change in behavior, he still tried not to react badly to it. Instead of getting angry, he kept trying to calm himself, telling himself that maybe things felt awkward because it was their first time together and they were both still learning about each other.

Once Mark stepped out of the bathroom, Charles quietly stood up and went inside to wash up too. But by the time he finished cleaning himself and stepped back into the bedroom, Mark was no longer in the room.

However, Mark had left some clothes on the bed for him: a shirt and matching shorts. Charles quietly put them on, but the soft fabric did nothing to ease the growing knot in his stomach.

Wanting to fix whatever had gone wrong, Charles stepped out of the room to look for Mark. When he made his way down to the living room, he found Mark sitting alone on the sofa, silently scrolling through his phone.

Charles walked closer, his voice soft. "Mark?"

Mark lifted his head, his face completely expressionless. "Do you want anything?"

Charles shook his head slightly. "No, I don’t want anything."

"If you don’t want anything, please leave. I’m busy," Mark said flatly, turning his eyes straight back to his screen.

Charles choked back his disappointment. "Okay."

He turned around and walked back upstairs, heading straight into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Charles tried to make sense of everything, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Hours passed, and it grew incredibly late. It was finally time to sleep, yet Mark still hadn’t come upstairs. Charles remained awake, quietly waiting for him.

Eventually, the bedroom door opened.

Mark walked inside quietly, but he didn’t look at Charles or even move toward the bed. Instead, he walked straight to his desk, picked up his laptop, and immediately turned back toward the door like he was about to leave again.

Before he could reach for the handle, Charles couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

"I don’t know what I did wrong," Charles spoke up, his voice cracking slightly in the quiet room. "But if this is only going to be about sex between us, then at least treat me well. I’m completely confused. Ever since earlier, you’ve been so cold toward me."

He swallowed hard before continuing. "It’s not even about the sex itself. I just don’t understand why you suddenly changed. If there’s anything I did wrong, you should just tell me."

Mark stopped, his hand resting against the doorframe. Then he slowly turned around to face him.

"You did nothing wrong," he said calmly. "I’m going to sleep in a different room tonight. You can sleep here."

"I came to your place," Charles said, his eyes pleading. "I’ve never slept here before, and you want me to sleep completely alone? I’ll be scared. Mark, if you knew I was going to have to sleep alone, then why bring me to your house? If you only wanted to sleep with me, why not do it over there? At least I would still be close to my friends..."

Charles sighed. "Can you please ask your driver to take me back to Matteo’s house? Or maybe I should just go back to my own house. I can’t sleep alone in a place I’ve never been before."

Mark stared at him for a long, tense moment before letting out a sharp breath. "Fine. Since you want me to sleep here so badly, I’m going to sleep here."

Mark walked over to the sofa...