CHAPTER 1
Madison
“You can go harder than that.” My voice was a breathless purr as I clung to the vanity, one hand wrapped over the edge and the other pressed against the mirror for leverage. Heady moans from both him and me echoed throughout the bathroom.
I looked up into the mirror, catching his bright green eyes with mine. He had a smirk of satisfaction on his face as he continued to pound into me from behind.
A hand reached around to play with my clit, and I arched my back, pressing my forehead into the counter and biting down on my bottom lip.
Fuck, he felt so good.
“M—more,” I whimpered, angling my hips for him to go deeper, my breaths shortening with every thrust.
He smacked my ass so hard the sting lingered, and a moan with his name broke through my lips.
“Marcus. Pl—ease.” I cried out as he smacked me a second and third time. I loved it when he spanked me—the burn from his hand bleeding into pleasure that radiated through my body and down to my throbbing cunt.
“Let go then, kitten. Show me how you purr.” Marcus growled, thrusting harder into me and pinching my clit between his fingers, tugging on it slightly. My cunt clenched around his cock as I came, both hands now gripping the vanity for dear life as my orgasm ripped through me.
Marcus drove into me one last time, my head almost hitting the mirror as his cock burst with his cum deep inside of me. His sweat-drenched chest pressed into my back as I relaxed on the counter, catching my breath.
“How was that for you?” He murmured, pulling my hair to the side and sucking on my neck as he panted, my skin tingling from his gentle touch.
“I could go again if that’s what you’re asking.” I chuckled, turning my head to meet his eyes in the mirror once again. “How about you?” I breathed, my eyes dropping to his lips in the reflection.
“Fuck, I think I’m tapped after three rounds already this morning.
How can you still want more?” Marcus huffed in surprise, pressing his hands into the vanity on either side of me and pushing himself up.
I melted even further into the cold marble as he pulled his thick cock out of me, moving to grab a towel and clean himself off.
I pulled myself up to stand, resting my hips against the counter as I worked to fix my eyeliner. I had just finished my makeup and drying my hair when Marcus barged into the bathroom and had his way with me.
We were greedy for each other and have been since we met. I couldn’t get enough of him. He was so young and energetic. I loved fucking younger men; they always had the stamina to handle my needs.
“I always want more of you—” I turned, stepping into him and biting my lip as our noses barely touched. “Fill me up, baby boy.” I giggled before lightly kissing his lips, tapping his soft cheek lightly with my fingers, and exiting the bathroom.
Marcus stuffed his cock back into his jeans before following me into the bedroom, where I pulled on my scrubs for work.
He leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, his eyes raking up and down my body as I put my hair into a messy bun.
“Working late tonight?” He asked, licking his bottom lip before biting it when his eyes landed on my tits.
“ED shift, so yeah…” I responded as I looked down and noticed a blood stain on my top; pulling it back over my head and dropping it to the floor before searching for a clean one. “Don’t wait up for me tonight.”
“You know I’ll always wait for you, kitten.” He paused, considering his words, and I already knew what he was about to say before he opened his mouth again. “I’ve been waiting for you—”
“Can we not do this right now, Marcus? I’ve been over this with you; I’m not ready yet.” I sighed heavily, exhausted from being overworked and—as of recently—overfucked—courtesy of Marcus, but that part I thoroughly enjoyed.
The shifts the hospital had been scheduling for me were crazy. Late nights and early mornings, leaving little time to sleep between them. Some days, I considered quitting and finding a new career.
The stress of it all had me craving sex like an addict, and Marcus had been the most convenient source of guilt-free fucking since we met at The Landing over six months ago. I never told Chyler or Alexis about him—he’s been my dirty little secret—my guilty pleasure.
Alexis and I barely talk anymore, and with Chyler gone, I haven’t had either of them to bug me about who I’ve been sleeping with, making him the most uncomplicated secret I’ve had to keep in years. Until now…
In the past week, Marcus had been pressuring me to make us something more than just casual sex—fuck buddies—but after Adrian and our breakup, I still didn’t believe my heart would be ready to let another man in.
I knew it had been years since the initial breakup, but a fraction of my heart still struggled to let him go.
“Mads—”
“Don’t. Marcus.” I warned, snapping my hand up. “Don’t ruin a good thing while we have it,” I added as I turned to face him.
Marcus sighed, running a hand up and down his face before stepping into the bedroom and dropping himself down on the edge of the bed.
“Fine. I won’t. But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop chasing you.” He huffed like a spoiled child, denied .
“There’s nothing to chase; I’m standing right here.” I laughed, rolling my eyes at his little tantrum. “Or are you suggesting adding some roleplay to our sex life?” I teased, crossing my arms over my chest.
I was more than open to adding a little extra spice to our sexual endeavors—not like he needed it with the way he continued to fuck me into submission.
“You know how I love experimenting, Mads.” He shrugged with a sly smirk. “Whatever you want, just say the word.” Marcus bit down on his bottom lip, his green eyes pulling me in.
I stalked across the room before straddling Marcus’s lap, fisting his shirt in my hands, and pulling his chest towards mine.
“Run baby, run,” I murmured, devouring his mouth and biting his bottom lip.
Marcus tasted like the sweetest sin. I was always here for a good time, and Marcus would learn precisely what that meant.