3. Marcus
Marcus
Taking a seat across from Dean at one of the high tops, I slid him a beer as he stared like a zombie at his phone. Austin’s Bar had become our regular hangout spot downtown whenever we needed a break from work or a quick drink.
“Wait, don’t tell me… You’re hoping she’ll text you, begging for your forgiveness again?”
Amber was a cunt, and I fucking hated the way she treated Dean as if he were nothing more than a dog on a leash. This breakup was long overdue.
I tried numerous times to talk Dean out of staying, but he was convinced that it was all just some bullshit phase of their relationship and that he loved her—but there was no love in their relationship.
Amber was nothing more than some selfish bitch that abused the fuck out of him and took advantage of his golden retriever personality .
I should have gone with my gut and protected Dean when I had the chance, but he was so wrapped up in Amber that I didn’t want to be the one to tear him away from his happiness—however brief it was.
I only wished I was there when he walked out on her—to see the look on her face as he finally told her to go fuck herself . The thought alone made me smile like a child on Christmas day.
When Dean didn’t answer me, I picked up his phone and rapidly scrolled through his contacts and messages to erase the fucking she-devil from his life for good.
I didn’t want him crawling back to her with his tail between his legs like he’d done so many times before—the least I could do this time was save him his dignity.
“Marcus, what the fuck!” Dean barked as he launched himself at me, attempting to grab his phone out of my hand.
“You’ll thank me later. I won’t just sit here and watch that succubus leech any more life out of you—you need an upgrade.” I tossed his phone back once I had blocked and permanently deleted her number. Bye, bitch.
“She wasn’t a succubus . Just because you two didn’t get alo—”
“She was a fucking narcissist, Dean. Manipulating your ass into believing that she was the center of the fucking universe.”
“Marcus!” Dean growled, his eyes darkening the longer he glared at me.
“It’s true, bro, and deep down, you fucking know it. Don’t sit there and pretend that I’m wrong.”
Dean threw his arms up as he stormed away from the table with nothing left to say.
I knew the truth would piss him off, but I would rather him be angry with me and hear the truth versus sitting here like a fucking pussy moping over a girl. All Dean truly needed now was to find himself a woman.
I stared off in the direction where Dean had disappeared into the crowded bar just as my phone went off. I pulled it from my jeans to see a new text from Madison. Speaking of…
Madison: Where are you?
Me: Austin’s with Dean. What’s up?
Madison: I need you. Midnight. Do you know where the spare key is?
Me: I got it. See you soon, Kitten.
Madison: Why do you keep calling me that?
Me: Because you’re more than just some random “babe” to me.
Madison: Right… Midnight .
I hesitated to send that last text, afraid I would seem too clingy and desperate for a woman I barely knew but who made me feel like I mattered—that she wanted me more than anyone else.
Madison was relentless when it came to sex.
I’ve had my share of fuck buddies over the years, but her? She was like the goddamn energizer bunny—a sex machine running twenty-four-fucking-seven, and I hated to admit it, but my dick was starting to feel sore from how much sex she needed.
I wanted Madison to be mine— so fucking badly . It killed me that she didn’t want to be exclusive—that someone had hurt her so badly that she felt the dire need to throw up walls harder than steel to protect herself.
Madison and I had started screwing around months ago—not too long after we met at The Landing, so Derek didn’t need to twist my arm when he asked us to cover for Atlas and the three women after the Ataraxia incident.
Fuck, I was more than happy to keep my mouth shut and dick wet with Madison—especially when it came to how she felt wrapped around me every other night— that perfectly tight pussy and mouth…
That being said, Madison was the type of woman who needed more. No one man could ever be enough to keep her satisfied.
Madison needed sex like a vampire needed blood to survive, and keeping up with the high demand of her needs would kill any sane man.
I hated the thought of her sleeping with someone else—sharing her. But then I started thinking, what if the other man was someone I could trust? Dean was single now and needed a distraction to keep him from ending up underneath Amber once again.
Was it fucked up for me to consider allowing the woman I wanted, to sleep with my best friend? To share her with him? Jesus Christ, Marcus, what the fuck…
“You’re deep in thought.” I had been so wrapped up in my own mind that I didn’t even notice Dean’s return to the table. “Want to share your problems now? Seeing as you love ripping into me over fucking feelings tonight.”
“Problems? What problems?” I huffed, picking up my glass and sucking down the rest of my beer to avoid this conversation entirely.
“Whatever.” Dean sighed before drinking his and setting the glass back down. “Am I fucking crazy?” He asked while staring into his half-empty glass—void of emotion.
He didn’t need to tell me what he was referring to. I knew all too well that he contemplated running back to Amber, and honestly, I felt sorry for him.
I knew he was hurting, but he deserved so much more than that self-centered bitch, and I would make sure he got it.
After all our years together, Dean wasn’t just my best friend; he had become more like a brother to me, and we took care of each other—even if it meant bending the rules ever so slightly—like sharing the one thing we both needed.
Madison.
The first time Madison told me where the spare key to her townhouse was hidden, I immediately collected it and never returned it—greedy of me to do such a childish thing like keeping something that didn’t belong to me.
Still, I wanted her all to myself, and I wasn’t about to let anyone else have that ease of access to her while she was home—not like it mattered; the woman was a vicious killer—the beauty and the beast. If anyone so much as thought of threatening Madison, she’d have their balls nailed to the wall faster than a cheetah charging after its next meal.
There wasn’t a single light on when I entered her home, not even the slightest leak from under her bedroom door. She told me to meet her here at midnight; it was almost one by the time I arrived. Was she still at work?
I locked the door behind me before heading towards her bedroom through the open kitchen and living area. If I had to wait for her, I would at least make myself comfortable in her bed.
“Marcus.” Madison sang my name like a seductive siren, and my dick instantly grew hard. Fuck me… She was always full of surprises, and when I thought I had her figured out, she’d flip the script just to keep me guessing.
I couldn’t see shit as I searched my surroundings for where she could be hiding .
“Very funny, Mads… Are we fucking or playing hide-and-seek?” I rolled my eyes while crossing my arms over my chest.
“That all depends—” I stiffened as her voice grew nearer—a light whisper from over my shoulder as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end—even while scaring the shit out of me, she was fucking hot. “Tell me how badly you want me, baby boy.”
My lips parted to speak, but I immediately closed them, considering my words carefully.
Madison loved to play games, especially after a rough day in the ED, and I was always more than willing to be her escape. Being used never bothered me when it came to her. She could use me until I had nothing left to give, and even then, I’d still let her fuck around with the remaining scraps.
I shut my eyes, listening to the darkness surrounding me for the faint sound of her breathing, almost entering a meditative state.
Hearing a light whisper of breath to my right, I whipped myself around, throwing my hand out to catch Madison by the back of her neck, and yanked her body towards me.
When her bright blue-grey eyes locked on mine, I could see them flare in excitement as she sucked in a sharp breath and a small hand wrapped around my forearm.
“You’re getting faster.” She teased with a sadistic grin. “What will you do to me now that you have me in your grasp?” Her eyes glowed as she stepped into me, her body pressing firmly up against mine.
“I’m not here for me; I’m here for you. What do you want, kitten?” I murmured, my gaze deepening into hers as she stared up at me, cocking her head to the side like a predator examining its prey.
“If only I could tell you all the dirty little things I want to do to you, Marcus. But if I did that, then we’d be here all night—talking instead of fucking.
” Her voice was a soft purr as she gripped the collar of my T-shirt and pulled down on it, forcing me to bend forward. “So, how about I show you instead.”
Her mouth greedily claimed mine with a deep groan as she backed me up against the nearest wall, her fist locked on my shirt and tongue driving itself deeper into my mouth. Our tongues tangled as she ground her hips against mine, the friction making my dick grow even harder than it already was.
Without waiting any longer, Madison dropped to her knees, hands already on the waistband of my jeans as she tugged at the button and zipper, eager to reveal her rock-hard prize.
My arms dropped to the side, palms pressing firmly against the wall. There was nothing within reaching distance to grip onto as she pulled my throbbing dick out and started working it with her hand.
“You’re in an insatiable mood tonight.” I swallowed, already panting with lust for her lips to be wrapped around me.
“Hard to resist such a pretty cock, baby boy.”
“Did you just— fffuuuucccckkkk. ” I hissed out loud as she took my full length into her mouth and started sucking me as if I were a fucking lollipop. “God—fuck… fuck.” Words escaped me with how well she gave head .
Madison’s throat vibrated as she groaned around my dick, taking me deeper and deeper as her hands crept their way under my shirt, her nails digging into my abs like a cat with a scratching post.
She pulled back, eyes locking with mine as she teased the head of my dick with her tongue, dragging long, languid circles around it.
Unable to control my desire for her any longer, I roughly shoved her down, my hand wrapping around the back of her head before it hit the floor as I captured her mouth with mine.
I needed to bury myself inside of her, to feel her tight warm pussy wrapped around me, but first, I wanted to taste my sweet Madison.
“Hungry are we?” She purred, tangling her fingers in my hair and seductively biting her bottom lip.
“Starving.” I breathed as I ripped her shirt down the center and pushed her bra up to gain access to her perfect fucking tits. I took one of her hard, peaked nipples into my mouth and teased it with my tongue and teeth.
Madison moaned, rolling her hips up towards mine while massaging my scalp with her nails as I continued to suck on her, switching to give the other just as much attention.
“Marcus.” She whined as she dug her nails deeper. “If you don’t put that filthy mouth where it belongs right this second—”
“You’ll what?” I roughly tugged on her nipple with my teeth as I let out a dark chuckle, and she hissed a sharp moan from the pain.
“Baby, I’m about to make a complete mess of you on this kitchen floor, and then when I’m done, I’ll clean up every last drop just as I was taught.
” Gripping her thighs tightly from behind, I spread Madison wide, a breathless whimper escaping her lips as the cool air rushed between us and down her slick center. “Let me hear you purr, kitten.”
I licked my lips before diving my head between her thighs, devouring her soaked pussy like a decadent fucking dessert.
Madison was mine whether she acknowledged it or not, and I wanted nothing more than to serve her from my knees— fuck, I’d go as far as worship.