Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
AUDRY
W e were in the garage and so it was a hop, skip and jump to the kitchen door and then up the back stairs.
I could hardly believe this was happening. I didn’t dare believe it. Were we really going to do what I thought we were?
He kicked the door to his room open, walked in and then nudged it shut with his foot. I was still kind of gnawing on his neck, doing my best to be encouraging. He put me down on my feet and turned me to face him. “Do you want to do this?” He asked.
I looked down at the tent in his pants, then looked up into his eyes.
“Are you kidding me?”
Then I surged upwards, fusing our lips together and kissing him like I was drowning and he had all the oxygen. His hands were like bands around my waist, holding me so tight against him that not even a hair could have squeezed its way between us. My breasts crushed against his hard chest, tingled with the need to be touched, my nipples peaking hungrily.
His hands moved down, cupping the cheeks of my buttocks and squeezing, one finger in between the crack of my ass, seeking entry into one of my holes. I widened my legs to give him more access, and he growled, lifting me up so I could hook my legs around his waist. Kissing me wildly, he propelled us both towards the bed.
I was almost choking with eagerness as he dropped me onto his mattress, making me bounce. My tight dress was somewhere around my waist, having conceded territory when he lifted me up. He reached down, took hold of my panties and flung them off - quite gracefully, I might add.
I quirked one eyebrow to show how impressed I was and lay back on his pillows. “You gonna just look or…?” I teased.
His eyes raked me from head to toe, “Oh I'm enjoying looking. But don't worry, I'll ravish you soon enough.”
I wiggled out of my dress, flinging it to the side before cupping my own breasts, which were still encased in my lacy black bra. I played with them a bit, trying to ease the absolute need they had to be touched.
“Hey!” He exclaimed knocking off my hand, “those are my toys you're playing with.”
“Well, it doesn't look like you wanted to play. You're all the way over there.” I pouted at him.
He rolled his eyes. “Kids these days have no patience.” Then he put one knee on the bed, leaning forward, his eyes on mine. He crawled towards me like a stalking tiger and my breath came short in excitement and anticipation.
He straddled me, studying my body as if it was a feast and he was trying to decide where to start devouring me. My chest heaved with impatience, breasts bouncing within my bra. That seemed to give him some focus and he leaned down, taking a nip out of my left nipple with his front teeth before sucking it into his mouth. As the lace of my bra got wet and cold clinging onto my skin in the confines of his hot mouth, I thought I just might die from want.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I just lay there like a panting dog, letting him do whatever he wanted to me, eager for it. I hooked my legs once again around his waist and pulled him in, wanting to be closer. He was still fully dressed, which I thought was a little unfair.
“You gonna take your clothes off or what?”
He grinned naughtily at me. “Or what.” He said.
I looked pointedly down at his erection which was quite visible. “It's your funeral,” I said with a shrug.
He laughed at me before leaning in to kiss me on the mouth. His tongue ran along my bottom lip, before he took it into his mouth and bit it. Then he let my mouth go, trailing sloppy kisses along my jaw, before sucking at the vein in my neck like a vampire. I couldn't stop the noises emanating from my mouth as I squirmed beneath him, my body feeling as if I had been invaded by an army of fire ants, all scattering beneath the surface of my skin clamoring for release.
I was getting very impatient with his slow seduction. I needed him inside of me as soon as possible. I grabbed onto his hair, pulling his face up so I could kiss him thoroughly, my hand sneaking between us to unzip his pants. To my surprise he let me manhandle him - pun intended - as I reached into his boxers to pull out his dick.
I almost cried with need at the feel of him so hard and thick, ready to split me in half. My back arched in encouragement, my fingers digging into his shoulders in wordless demand. He was still wearing his jacket for crying out loud.
“Okay, alright,” he said, “give me a minute to get a condom.”
I loosened my grasp on his shoulders and he shimmied off the bed. He finally took off his jacket, and his shirt, allowing his pants to fall to the ground. He reached into his drawer, extracted a pack of condoms and put it on the bedside table. He plucked up out a single condom and climbed back onto the bed, holding it out to me. “Put it on me.”
I snatched it out of his hand tearing at the packaging, before I extracted the condom. I regretted that my first real look at his dick was when I was covering it with plastic but I wasn't disappointed with the view. Marco was definitely a grower and a shower.
I literally salivated as I slipped the condom on him.
I looked up into his eyes, my own naked and needy. “Fuck me please,” I said breathily.
His breath caught in his throat, his eyes darkened with desire, he grabbed my arms and spun me around, so I was facing away from him. Taking hold of my hips, he raised them so I was on all fours.
His hardness brushed against the crack of my ass before slipping between my legs as he pressed into me. I threw my head back and howled, as he drove into me until his balls were nestling against my ass cheeks. I felt invaded, owned, and full, in the best way. I needed him to move . “Fuck me!”
Marco didn't need telling twice. He fucked me long and deep; his strokes slow and deliberate. I was slowly going out of my mind and I didn't even care.
“Faster,” I gasped, “Oh God, please, harder.”
He seemed to take my instructions seriously, quickening his pace and pistoning into me like a battering ram. My mind gave up, my body felt hot, everything tingled, jolts of pleasure shooting everywhere unchecked. I felt quite unhinged and I liked it.
Widening my legs, I arched my back, giving him more room to work. My elbows were braced against the bed in an effort to push back against the force of his thrusts. Concussion was a constant danger as my head brushed against the headboard, with every thrust.
I was having the time of my life.
I could feel it in my toes, as my orgasm bore down upon me. Every single cell in my body was on fire with it. I wanted to scream, just to let some of the feeling out. Then everything inside me contracted and released, juice was pouring down my leg, as my entire body shuddered and shivered, my mind a perfect white blank landscape of ecstasy.
For a moment I couldn't see nor hear anything, all I could do was feel. Toe curling pleasure had me in a chokehold. I don't know what nonsense I was spouting but I'm sure glad nobody was recording me.
I collapsed forward in boneless repletion, even as Marco continued to piston into me, grunting with effort and groaning with pleasure. Suddenly he slid as deep into me as he could, his own back arching as he cried out.
“Amy!”
I froze. What had he just said? I felt him still behind me, even as his hips juddered and snapped. He pulled out of me, collapsing on the bed beside me and turning away. Still panting I stared at his back, trying to tell myself that I had misheard him.
Then he turned and looked at me with regretful eyes, “I'm sorry,” he said.
I just blinked, totally wrong footed, not knowing how to proceed. What do you do when a man calls someone else's name as he orgasms inside you?
“Say something,” he pleaded, and all I could do was shake my head. I wanted to ask if he'd taken me to bed only because of the uncanny resemblance with his dead fiancée, but also I didn't want to know. Better to hang on to the possibility that it was a mistake in the heat of the moment than know for sure that it wasn't.
I sat up, slipping off the bed and looking for my clothes. Whichever way you cut it; this had obviously been a huge mistake. Marco just watched me as I picked up my panties and bra and put them on. The fact that he made no effort to stop me was a special kind of pain. I had hit it and quit it before in my life, but this didn't even feel like that.
It felt as if I hadn't even existed to him. I was just a convenient body that happened to look like the one he wanted. I'm adopted, which means my own parents didn't want me. Not being the first choice is kind of a pet peeve for me. It was actually the reason why I went after Marco’s money. I wanted my stepfather to pick me , to choose me as his heir. I wanted to come first for somebody, for once.
I blamed that for how broken my heart felt in this moment. Leaving the dress he bought me on the floor, I walked out of his room with just my bra and panties. I didn't want anything from him. Not now, not ever.
And I would truly revel in taking him for everything that he was worth.
I banged the door of my temporary room closed and leaned against it with a sigh, my eyes closed. “God what a clusterfuck.” I whispered before straightening up and going to find my borrowed sweats. Tomorrow I would demand that someone take me shopping for some clothes. It was the least Marco could do after that faux pas, and I was done with wearing his dead fiancé’s sweats.