14. Marcus
FOURTEEN
MARCUS
“You went where ?” I growl, my fists clenching at my sides.
Lainey flinches. “Marcus, please calm down.”
“I am calm,” I snap, even as I feel my blood pressure skyrocketing. “What I am not is okay you going to the Southside Kings clubhouse without me!”
It’s Thursday night and we’re in my cabin’s kitchen. I’m pacing back and forth, trying to process the fact that Lainey just told me that her brother is out of prison and that she went to a motorcycle clubhouse alone.
“And why the hell is Derrick even out?” I demand, running a hand through my hair. “He had at least two more years on his sentence.”
Lainey sighs, leaning against the counter. “Good behavior, apparently. I was as surprised as you are.”
“Good behavior my ass,” I mutter. “Did any of the guys say anything to you? Touch you?”
Lainey shakes her head.
“No, nothing like that. Derrick and I just talked. Then things felt weird, so I left.”
I consider her words, my mind racing.
I’ve been trying my best not to comment on Lainey’s relationship with her brother. I know it’s complicated and messy, especially with Derrick’s criminal history. And I get that he’s family, that you can’t just cut ties, no matter what they’ve done.
But now things have changed.
With Derrick out of prison, all my protective instincts are on high alert. I can’t just stand by and let her walk into potential danger, family or not.
“You need to stay away from Derrick,” I say firmly.
Lainey’s eyes widen. “What? But Marcus, he’s my brother.”
“I don’t care. Stay away from him.”
“You can’t just order me to cut off my family.”
“I can when that family is dangerous. Derrick’s bad news, Lainey.”
“But what if he’s changed?” she asks, a note of hope in her voice that makes my chest ache. “Prison could have straightened him out.”
“I don’t care if he’s changed or not,” I tell her. “Stay away from him. I mean it.”
Lainey’s eyes flash with anger. “You can’t control who I see. You’re not the boss of me.”
Something inside me snaps at her defiant words. A possessive, primal urge surges through my veins like wildfire.
In an instant, I’m crowding into Lainey’s space, towering over her. My hands fist in her silky hair, tugging just hard enough to tilt her head back. Her startled gasp echoes in the charged air between us.
“I can do whatever I want,” I growl. “And I said stay away from your brother. Do you understand me?”
Lainey’s breath hitches. Then she nods.
“Yes.” Her tongue darts out to wet her plump lower lip. “I understand.”
As she holds my gaze, something heated flares in the stormy depths of her eyes. A knowing glint.
“You know,” she murmurs, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth, “you’re kinda sexy when you get all growly and protective like this.”
My cock twitches at her words.
“You think this is funny?” I demand. “Joking about your safety, you think that’s amusing?”
Lainey giggles, a breathy, kittenish sound that shoots straight to my cock. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and uninhibited desire.
“Maybe a little.” She runs a single fingertip down the center of my chest. “It’s kind of hot.”
I capture her wandering hand. “You’re already on thin ice, baby. Don’t make it worse.”
She tilts her chin up and holds my gaze. “Maybe I want to make it worse.”
Fuck.
I’m painfully hard now, and the need to possess her, to claim every inch of her soft skin, is nearly overwhelming.
“Take off my jeans,” I command.
Lainey complies instantly. Her nimble fingers make quick work of my belt buckle. She flicks open the button of my fly and drags my zipper down with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving mine.
Then she’s pushing my jeans and boxer briefs down over my hips, freeing my thick erection. It springs up toward my navel, hard and heavy, the swollen head already glistening with precum.
A hint of nerves flickers across her face.
“Don’t act surprised now, baby.” I thread my fingers through her silky hair. “You knew exactly what you were getting into riling me up like that.” I tip her head back and tap the head of my cock on her chin. “Now open.”
Lainey looks up at me and smirks. Then she parts her soft pink lips and takes me into the wet heat of her mouth.
A groan tears from my throat at the sensation of her tongue swirling around my sensitive tip. She sucks me deeper, her hand coming up to wrap around the base of my shaft.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, this sweet angel on her knees for me, eagerly swallowing down my cock. She starts to move her other hand between her thighs, but I tug sharply on her hair.
“No touching yourself,” I command gruffly. “I want you completely focused on me. On making me feel good with that pretty mouth.”
Lainey whimpers around my length but obediently returns both hands to my thighs. She doubles her efforts, taking me so deep I feel the back of her throat.
She pulls back to catch her breath, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. It’s obscenely erotic.
“You taste so good,” she purrs before swallowing me down again.
My head falls back as I lose myself to the blissful sensations. The wet glide of her lips, the teasing flicks of her tongue, the warm suction every time she pulls back.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” I praise breathlessly, my grip on her hair tightening. “Take what you wanted so badly.”
Lainey moans around my thickness, the vibrations making my balls draw up tight. She works my shaft with single-minded focus, driven by her own desire to please me, to push me over the edge.
“Fuck.” My jaw clenches as the pressure builds, a tight coil in my gut winding tighter and tighter. “Lainey,” I grit out, my voice low and rough, barely recognizable. “Stop.”
She doesn’t.
Her lips tighten around me, her tongue working in a way that makes my knees threaten to buckle. My hand fists in her hair and I yank her head back again. “I said stop.”
Her eyes flick up to mine. They’re wide and blue and fucking innocent, like she’s not driving me out of my goddamn mind.
Then she pulls back just enough to murmur, “Why?”
The word is soft and teasing, and it’s all I can do not to lose it right there.
“Because,” I growl, my breath coming harder now, “if you don’t, I’m going to?—”
She cuts me off by taking me deeper, her throat opening around me, and I swear my vision blurs.
“Lainey,” I warn, but there’s no force behind it anymore.
Her hands slide up my thighs, warm and steady, and she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. If anything, she’s more determined now, her movements deliberate, her mouth hot and wet and perfect.
“You’re gonna regret this,” I mutter, but even I know it’s a lie.
I’m already too far gone, my body betraying me, my resolve crumbling with every stroke of her tongue. Her eyes stay locked on mine, wide and unblinking, like she’s daring me to give her everything.
And I do.
My hand tightens in her hair, holding her there as I spill into her mouth, my body shuddering with the force of it. She swallows, her throat working around me, and I groan, my knees nearly buckling.
When I finally let go of her hair, she sits back on her heels and wipes the back of her mouth with her hands.
There’s a flicker of something in her eyes—pride, maybe, or satisfaction—and it sends a jolt through me. She’s not shy about this. Not apologetic. And that, more than anything, makes me want her all over again.
“You’re a menace,” I mutter, still catching my breath.
A small smile plays on her lips. “You didn’t seem to mind.”
“That’s not the point.” I reach down and brush a strand of hair from her face. My fingers linger on her cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw. “You’re supposed to listen when I tell you to stop.”
“You didn’t really want me to.”
I grunt, because she’s right, and I hate that she knows me that well.
But I’m not letting her off that easy.
“That’s not the point. You don’t get to decide when I’ve had enough.”
“Maybe I like pushing your buttons.”
I don’t give her a warning.
I haul her up to her feet in one swift motion, my hands gripping her waist. A surprised gasp escapes her lips as I carry her over to the couch, sit down and drape her across my lap in one fluid movement.
She squirms against me, her ass pressing deliciously against my already reawakening cock.
“Marcus, what are you doing?”
“You wanted to push my buttons, baby? Well, now you’re going to take the consequences.”
I run my hand over the swell of her ass, savoring the way she shivers under my touch. “What are your colors, Lainey?”
“Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”
“Good girl.” I squeeze one ass cheek, relishing the soft flesh filling my palm. “I’m going to give you fifteen spanks. You’re going to count each one out loud. Understand?”
She nods, her body already trembling with anticipation. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck, I love when she calls me that. It sends a surge of primal satisfaction through my veins, making my cock throb against the cleft of her ass.
I raise my hand and bring it down on her right cheek, the sharp smack echoing in the heated air. Lainey jerks and lets out a soft cry.
“One!”
I rub the slight sting away before delivering another spank, this time to her left cheek. The sight of my handprint blooming on her creamy skin makes my balls tighten.
“Two,” she gasps out, squirming on my lap. I can feel the heat of her core against my thigh, can practically smell her arousal.
I set a steady rhythm, alternating cheeks, savoring each breathy count and whimper that falls from her lips. By the time we reach eight, she’s writhing shamelessly, grinding her pussy against my leg, seeking friction.
“None of that, baby,” I scold mildly, stilling her hips with my free hand. “You’ll come when I let you and not before.”
She whines in the back of her throat but obediently stills, her hands fisting in the couch cushions.
I reward her with a particularly sharp spank, watching in satisfaction as she arches and cries out, “Nine!”
Her ass is a beautiful shade of pink now, warm and sensitive under my palm as I soothe the tender skin. I can feel her body reacting, her arousal dampening my jeans, her breathing growing more and more labored with each count.
“Thirteen! Fourteen!” She’s practically sobbing by the end, her voice high and tight, her entire body wound up like a coil ready to spring.
I pause, rubbing my hand over her thoroughly spanked ass, waiting until her breathing evens out a bit. Then, I raise my hand and deliver the final blow, putting a bit of extra force behind it.
The sharp crack rings out in the room and Lainey jerks hard, a choked cry falling from her lips.
“Fifteen,” she sobs out. Her body is shaking now and sweat mists her flushed skin.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise as I caress her pink, heated flesh. “You took your punishment so well, baby. I’m proud of you.”
She lets out a shuddering breath and goes limp over my lap, all the tension draining from her muscles. I keep stroking her sensitive skin, gentling her as she floats in that blissful post-spanking headspace.
“Color?” I check in, needing to be sure.
“Green,” she mumbles, her voice hazy and content. “So green.”
I smile, warmth and affection unfurling in my chest.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur reverently, trailing my fingers up the dip of her spine. “My strong, gorgeous girl. You’re perfect.”
She hums softly and nuzzles into the couch cushion, basking in the praise. I give her a moment to float, knowing she needs to come down a bit.
But my own need is like a living thing inside me, hot and urgent, demanding to lay claim to what’s mine. My cock is painfully hard, pressing insistently against her belly.
I slip my hand between her thighs, groaning when I find her absolutely drenched.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.” I circle her swollen clit, making her hips twitch. “You liked that, didn’t you? Having your ass spanked red, knowing you’re going to feel me every time you sit down tomorrow?”
“Yes,” she sighs.
My cock throbs at her admission, at the desperation in her voice. I circle her clit with the pads of my fingers, making her gasp and buck against my hand. “Do you want to come, baby? Have you earned it?”
“Please,” she begs shamelessly, grinding against my touch. “Please, I need it. I’ll be good, I promise.”
I chuckle darkly and withdraw my hand, ignoring her bereft whine.
“We’ll see about that. Up.”
She scrambles off my lap on shaky legs, looking at me with lust-hazed eyes. I stand and grab her by the hips, turning her to face the couch.
“Bend over.”
Lainey braces her elbows on the back of the couch, arching so her spanked ass is on perfect display. I kick her feet apart and step between her spread thighs, running my hands reverently over her body.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I growl, gripping handfuls of her sweet ass. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”
With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside her, groaning at the tight clench of her pussy around me. Lainey cries out, her back bowing as her hands scrabble for purchase on the leather.
I set a punishing pace, snapping my hips against her sore ass with every stroke.
My eyes drift to the mirror on the opposite wall and I groan at the sight that greets me.
Lainey’s face is flushed and slack with pleasure, her mouth fallen open on a silent cry. Her pert breasts bounce with every harsh snap of my hips. But it’s the wrecked look in her eyes that really undoes me, pupils blown wide and hazy with lust as she watches me take her.
“Look at us,” I command roughly, tugging on her hair until her eyes flutter open and lock with mine in the mirror. “Watch how good I fuck this bratty attitude right out of you.”
Lainey moans, her gaze riveted to where my thick cock disappears into her dripping pussy over and over. I can tell from the flush on her chest and the desperate pitch of her cries that she’s getting close.
“You like watching me fuck you?” I punctuate the question with a sharp thrust that makes her yelp. “Like seeing how deep I stretch this greedy little cunt?”
“Yes, Marcus, fuck!” Her head falls forward, but I yank it back up.
“Eyes on the mirror,” I growl. “I want you to watch yourself come on my cock.”
Lainey keens, her slick inner muscles starting to flutter around me. I pound into her harder, feeling my own release barreling down my spine.
“Come on, baby. Let me feel this pussy milk my cock.” I reach around to circle her swollen clit and her entire body seizes up. “Give it to me, Lainey. Now.”
My command is all it takes.
Lainey shatters with a ragged scream, her pussy spasming wildly as she drenches my thrusting length. The rhythmic clutch of her silky walls drags me over the edge with her and I empty myself inside her with a guttural groan, hips jerking erratically as I fill her with my release.
We stay locked together for a long moment after, chests heaving, sweat cooling on our skin. I brush tender kisses across her shoulder blades as she shivers through the aftershocks. Finally, I ease out of her, my softening cock slipping free of her tender flesh.
Turning her gently in my arms, I cup Lainey’s flushed face in my hands, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones.
Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, face slack with sated bliss. I can’t help but feel a surge of purely male satisfaction seeing her like this.
Thoroughly debauched and pliant.
And all that stubborn sass fucked right out of her.