Hands touch me and move around, circling my belly as the dress pools at my feet. Thank God it’s strapless. I’m too afraid to move right now as I stand naked while the hands from this man are teasing me.
“I can hear his bike. Fuck. He’s going to hate me.”
“He doesn’t hate you,” Marcus says. Taking the cell from me, he stands behind me, one hand wrapped around my mid-section sneaking down to my bare pussy to touch my clit as he begins to speak. “He doesn’t hate you. If he did, he wouldn’t be there,” he says, then hands the cell back to me, and in a whisper to me only he says, “Hurry up.”
“Call me if you need me?” I tell her.
“Yeah, I will. And Roch?”
“Yeah.” My breath comes out in bursts as he slips a finger in, his lips touching my neck.
“Thanks for asking and not just assuming.”
“Of course.” My eyes squeeze shut. “I love you,” I say to her, but its Marcus’ hand that freezes. My eyes pop back open, and his mouth pauses on my neck. “Have to go,” I say back to her, hanging up the phone. “Marcus,” I say, reaching for his hand to pull away, so I can turn to face him. He doesn’t allow me, just starts moving again.
“Mmmm…”
“Why did you freeze just then?” I know why, but I want to hear him say it. I need to hear him say it.
“Let’s not talk.”
“Does that word scare you, Marcus? If I loved you, would that scare you?”
“It’s just a word, it holds no meaning.” Then he pushes in me harder, his mouth now sucking on my neck, his thumb circling my clit, and soon he’s fucking me with his fingers. I arch and bend to give him every angle, my hand goes back and threads through his hair to keep me steady as he touches me, and soon I’m moving up and down to the beat of his fingers, wondering how I went so long without this. Without him.
He’s so much better in real life than my dreams.
So much better.
I come all around his fingers, my body slumping back into him. He takes my weight and wraps both arms around my torso, holding me up.
“It holds great meaning,” I say, once I get my words and thoughts back.
His grip becomes tighter at my words. “If you say so.”
“I do.” I won’t back down from this.
He may know death, but I know life.
Maybe he needs to start living in the world a bit more.
“I didn’t bring you here to talk about love, pretty girl. I brought you here to fuck you.”
“Well, fuck me, then, pretty boy.” I push off him and turn with my hand on my naked hip, the only thing I have on are my heels. He takes a menacing step toward me. His hands go to my hips, and he throws me over his shoulder as he turns and heads toward the house.
“My dress.”
“You won’t need that.” He slaps my ass, making me giggle.
Marcus takes his steps fast as he goes to his bedroom. When we get there, he throws me on the bed and kicks off his boots one at a time, then reaches for his belt. When he pulls his shirt off, I sit up.
“What’re the marks from?” I ask, not expecting an answer. But for some reason he starts to share.
“My mother used to let her boyfriends cut me or burn me for their entertainment.”
My eyes go wide at his truths. “Oh my God.”
“It was either I take it all, or I let them do it to Blaze.” His clothes are fully removed, and he’s standing there in all his naked glory.
“You love him.”
“There you go with that word again.” Marcus pushes me back and hovers over me. “If that is what you call love, then yes. But I will never repeat that. Think of that as the last bit of information you will get from me tonight. Now lay back and let me fuck you.”
I do as he says while he kisses me, and when he does, I feel him hard and hot between my legs.
My hands go up to his hair and I pull, wrapping my legs around his waist, wanting him to just go in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slides up and down, rubbing my clit and taking this humping experience to an all-new level for me. I’ve dry humped but never naked. And I like it, but what I would like even more is him inside of me. Now.
“Marcus…” I moan, moving my hips farther down to feel him.
He stops as he reaches my entrance. His eyes fly open, and he looks at me. “Yes, pretty girl.”
“If you aren’t careful, I may fall for you.”
His eyes shine, and I wonder exactly what he’s thinking. “That would be a mistake.” Then he pushes into me. I feel that it may be too late for that. That the mistake has been made and I’m falling. Falling from a cliff for a man I shouldn’t be falling for, but I can’t stop. And I’m afraid no one will be at the bottom to catch me.