Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
AUDRY
E verything was very confusing at that moment. Marco had kissed me. Marco said he wanted to be my partner. That we could be on the same team. But what did that mean for my old team? What about James?
I tried to ponder this quandary but all I could do was feel my slightly swollen lips, reliving that kiss and asking myself why we had stopped. We could be kissing right this minute instead of me whirling in a sea of confusion and anxiety, questioning my actions and doubting the future. I didn't want to think about all that. I wanted to think about Marco kissing me .
Not some Amy avatar.
Me .
The way my stomach was bubbling with butterflies was frankly embarrassing. I began to wonder at my motives for everything. Did I put that virus in Marco’s system because he chose Amy over me? Was I that petty? I wasn't even aware that I wanted to be chosen, but with the amount of giddiness I was feeling at that moment, I had to consider that it was a factor.
I could only hope that Marco could not see how much I had regressed into a teenage girl, cheesing and bubbling with excitement over a kiss. I looked at his mouth and at that moment he licked his lips. Honestly was that not an invitation?
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me, fusing our lips hungrily together.
His mouth was hard on mine and he got into the groove of the kiss with no hesitation. His huge hands were warm on the skin of my back, holding me close but not tight. I could move away from him if I wanted to.
I didn’t want to.
His mouth had a chocolatey aftertaste as I sucked his lip into my mouth before allowing him to lick his way into it. The soft, slippery skin of his mouth brushed silkily against my bottom lip, as if he meant to suck my whole face into his mouth. I giggled at the thought and he pulled back slightly to look in my eye with an enquiring expression. I shook my head, grabbing his hair and pulling him back to me even as I dived forward to latch onto his lips.
His stubble scratched against the delicate skin of my cheek as we moved together, heads tilted to opposite sides to get the perfect angle. I swung my hands around his neck, enveloping him in the circle of my arms, arching my back so that I was flush against him. There was no such thing as too close. There was only not enough. I felt an urgent, immediate need to consume him whole, take him into myself and never let him go.
If I hadn’t been so swept up in the emotion of the moment, I might have been scared shitless.
He pulled back from me and I moaned in protest.
“I know, I know,” he said soothingly, and got to his feet. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable, hmm?” he gazed at me hopefully, as if there was a snowball’s chance in hell I would say no.
I leapt to my feet, took his hand and let him lead me to his bedroom.
It was a large space with a gigantic bed in the middle. Everything was decorated in shades of grey. It was clear that an interior decorator had had a hand in furnishing the space. But I didn’t want to dwell on that now. I turned and looked up at Marco to find that he was already staring at me.
“Are you sure about this, Audry?” There was a slight emphasis on my name, and I was grateful that he was making sure I knew that he knew who he was with.
I smiled a bit dopily. “I've never been so sure of anything in my life.” I felt a little drunk, so I wasn't even embarrassed saying it.
He nodded solemnly, taking my hand in his, and leading me to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I want him to continue kissing me so badly, my eyes stayed on his lips the entire time. He lowered me gently onto the bed and we shimmied up to lounge against the pillows. I wiggled about until I was comfortable, and then reached for my sweat pants, pulling them down. Marco was still standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me like I was a painting.
I squirmed with discomfort, not used to being seen like that. I put my hand up to cover my face.
“Don't,” Marco said, “let me see you.”
My face flaming, I lowered my arm, even attempting to meet his eye.
“You’re so beautiful, Audry. Do you know that?”
My face twitched and I had to look away as I got even redder and swallowed the lump in my throat. It wasn’t that he called me beautiful. Men did that all the time. It was the way he looked at me as if he saw more than my hair, my eyes and my body. It was like he saw me .
I’d never felt so exposed, vulnerable, yet safe.
This man will be the death of me.
I groaned, my eyes squinched shut. “Can we get to the mind-blowing sex part now? This tender loving care is too much for me.”
“No.”
I opened my eyes, and gawped at him in surprise. “No?”
“Yeah, no. If you think this is gonna be some wam-bam-thank-you-ma’am shit, I’ve got news for you, honey. You’re in for a major disappointment.”
I was literally tongue tied. All I could do was stare stupidly, like a village idiot, at him. He put one jean-clad knee on the bed and picked up my foot. He stared at me, gauging my reaction as he ran a finger down the middle of my sole. I curled my toes, hips rising from the mattress in reaction. “Oh!” I exclaimed.
“Ticklish?” he asked.
I squirmed. “More than that.”
“Well, they do say that the foot has nerves to every single part of your body. He tickled the grooves between my toes, “I wonder where the nerve to your clitoris is.”
I made a whimpering sound, squirming again. I had a feeling my clitoris was stimulated quite enough already. I could feel myself dripping, ready. He could tear my pants off and just penetrate me right now. I could take him easily with how thoroughly I was lubricated.
He began to play with my ankle and the horrifying thought occurred to me that he was intending to devote his time to every single part of my anatomy. I didn't think I could wait that long to have him inside of me. “Marco, please,” I groaned, twisting my hips in an effort to give my dripping center some friction.
“Patience, my dear. I will give you all the satisfaction you need,” he said soothingly.
I pondered on how to tell him that the only fulfillment I craved was for him to fuck me, pounding me into the mattress.
It wasn't rocket science.
I reached for my sweatpants and began to pull them down. He watched me with an amused glint in his eye but didn't try to stop me. I finally got the damn things off, so I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head, flinging it to the far reaches of the room without a care as to where it landed. I sat there in my bra and panties, watching Marco smirk at me.
“Are you really just gonna stand there?”
He put his other leg on the bed and crawled over to me on his hands and knees, never breaking eye contact. “You want it so bad? Come and get it.”
The mistake that he made is thinking I wouldn’t. I leapt at him, bringing him down like I was a lion and he was a gazelle. I straddled him, my hair in my face, blocking my vision. I could feel his erection, beneath my panties and it damned well had me soaking the smooth white cotton right through.
I pushed my hair off my face and leaned down, pressing my lips to his. I kissed him lazily for a while, enjoying the soft moans he made into my mouth, his hands raking through my hair, caressing down my back and squeezing my ass. I pressed my hips down on his erection, rubbing against it to create some friction. The more I rubbed, the more desperate I became. Finally, I tore my lips from his, got off him and began to work on his jeans, tearing open the fly and attempting to pull them down.
He lifted his hips, wriggling around to help me get them off faster. My mouth watered as I saw his boxers jutting upwards obscenely. I leaned down, mouthing along the fly, just wanting to smell him, feel him, taste him. He groaned out loud, canting his hips suggestively. I mouthed his boxers open, coaxing his dick out and then licked the tip.
He threw his head back, crying out and I grinned, before taking as much as I could into my mouth. He was big and wide and my mouth was not up to the task in size, but I did my best to take as much of him in as I could. I sucked and licked, blew on his dick and suckled it as if it was the most delicious lollipop. I was deriving as much enjoyment from listening to him moan and groan as I was from blowing him.
Then he grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up towards him. I went easily, letting him lay me on him so I was covering him like a blanket, his erection an insistent thing between us. I widened my legs, straddling him and he groaned, arching upwards so his dick brushed against the wet cotton of my panties.
Before I could so much as touch it, he had grasped the bottom of my panties and pulled them aside, his dick filling the gap and surging into me in one fell swoop. I lost my breath from the suddenness of it, keening like a dying chicken as he pushed up into me again and again, his grunts a musical accompaniment to his efforts.
I settled myself comfortably on his lap, and prepared to ride his dick into oblivion. We were galloping pair, going faster and faster, crying out, keening, moaning and groaning on our way to climax. His hands were like steel bands around my hips, pulling me up and slamming me down with every thrust. I was a helpless creature, in thrall to his sexual spell. I never wanted this to end.
Unfortunately for me, my orgasm had other ideas. It spilled out of me in a gushing mess, my insides contracting hard before milking at his dick, like it was a second mouth. I surrendered to the throes of ecstasy thrumming through me, feeling him spill inside me and provoking a chain reaction in my body. A second orgasm followed the first giving me no room to breathe. My eyelids fluttered as my vision whited out. I was seconds away from passing out.
I collapsed, boneless, on his chest, breathing like the bellows as his body jerked and snapped beneath me as he came inside of me. I frowned, feeling a frisson of concern that we hadn’t used a condom, but I was too replete to worry about it too much.
Tomorrow’s problems. I thought incoherently.
I lay on his chest, listening to his heart thudding in triple time. Closing my eyes, I lay there until it slowed down to a normal beat, almost asleep, and I felt no pain. It was peaceful in this silent aftermath and I prayed that peace would last.
Marco reached up and ran a finger down my spine.
“Am I too heavy?” I asked.
“Never.”
I smiled at that answer but then gasped, and lifted my head, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “Say my name.” I demanded.
I smiled smugly. “Audry, Audry, Audry, Audry, Audry.” He said and lifted his eyebrows. “Happy?”
I put my head back on his chest. “Don’t be so smug.”
He laughed out loud, my head bouncing on his chest due to the movement of muscle. Smiling to myself, I sighed with contentment.
I could get used to this.