Kisses and Lies

“This is your house?” I ask, surprised. It’s very large, and nice. Oh, and I should mention very pricey. I could never afford a house like this. This place is for the rich, and he’s obviously got loads of money to afford this rich person’s home. The large wooden door looks like it should be on a castle, and there are glass windows so large it gives it an almost whimsical look. I come from a humbler background. You know, not rich but comfortable.

“Yes.”

My hands run along the white walls as my heels, which I haven’t removed, click on the wooden timber floors. It’s bare, but beautiful. Only the essentials seem to be placed in various locations. The kitchen area has a massive glass door, which pulls back and leads out to an infinity pool that looks out over the bushland. I can only see a coffee machine on the countertop, other than that it’s bare. The kitchen is all stainless steel and white.

The living room has plush gray couches stacked with white fluffy cushions. There are a few pieces of art on the walls, and at a quick glance, I think they are originals. A massive television screen is on one of the other walls, and under it is a large fireplace.

Everything almost feels clinical, impersonal, sterile like a hospital. It’s so clean and untouched.

“This is stunning.” I hear something fall and turn around quickly to see it’s my bag he’s dropped to the floor. “You live here all by yourself?”

He nods. Stalking toward me now, his hand clasps his black shirt, and in one swift move, it’s off over his head.

Angry red scars appear on his chest, like small cuts that have risen and healed.

Before giving me the opportunity to inspect his gorgeous body too much, his hand goes to his pants and he pulls the belt free as he reaches for me, dropping it to the floor.

“I’ll give you the first option… kitchen or floor.”

I’m confused and can’t stop staring at his body. It’s painfully beautiful. My mind can’t seem to make my mouth move.

He clicks his tongue impatiently. “Your choice, pretty girl. Quick. Decide now.”

“Floor,” I say, letting the word drop from my mouth.

Marcus smirks and steps forward, his hand goes to the back of my neck, cupping it. Sliding his hand through my hair, he pulls so our mouths collide. He kisses me longer than usual, and soon I’m pushing myself up against him so I can feel him. Marcus groans into my mouth and reaches for my dress, which is the only thing separating us, so he can peel it from my body. He makes quick work of removing it, and then his hands touch me again, pulling me to him.

“Marcus,” I say, in between his lips kissing mine.

He pulls his mouth back, but doesn’t stop his hands from roaming all over my body. “What,” he practically growls.

“This is just sex, isn’t it?” I ask, my eyes falling into the back of my head at his simple touch.

Marcus’ hand slides straight into my panties. “Yes,” he replies impatiently, and pulls my panties down so I’m bare.

I make quick work of dropping my bra and wrap my hands around his neck. He kisses me again, this time lowering me to the floor with him. Marcus cradles my head and I swoon, just a little. Then his knee is between my legs, pushing them apart, separating them as he disappears. Kisses trail my body with a hot tongue following before he reaches the top of my pussy. Hot breaths tickle me and I arch up with anticipation.

A finger slides between my lips and pushes in, then is gone just as quickly as it was there, sliding to my clit and circling it. There’s nothing to grab hold of as I lay on the cold wooden floor. I’m about to pull him up to me, but before I do, his tongue touches me, right there, right where I need it to be. Instead, my hands lay on the floor, my nails scraping as he shows me exactly what he can do.

One lick to the clit, a circle, then back down to where his fingers are penetrating me. His tongue is at the top of my entrance before he goes back up circling my clit again, and again. The teasing is building up until I can no longer take it anymore. I feel myself tightening around his fingers, and as that beautiful fucking wave of ecstasy hits me, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even stop when I come down from it. His tongue keeps assaulting my pussy until I reach for his hair, pulling him up to me.

Marcus wipes at his lips. “I could get addicted to that taste,” he says while my hands hold on.

I reach between us to feel him near my entrance. He’s rock hard and I want him in me. Now. My hand grips his cock and I smile at the size of it. Pushing my pelvis up to meet him, he smirks.