Chapter 12
Mark
She stops kissing along my pec.
“Why six months?” she asks quietly as she lightly strokes me, stepping close so that my thigh is between her thighs. I flex the muscle against her, and she puffs out a short breath, lightly rubbing her clit against it. Shit, that’s hot.
“I think you know.”
“I think I don’t, and you should tell me. We’re here in the dark, letting out all of our secrets.”
“The night of the storm, I realized I’ve been wasting my life. I want something real. I don’t want random hookups anymore. I don’t want Mindy.”
“I can understand that. That makes sense. You’re failing at the random hookup part though. Also, so you know, the night of the storm, I was so relieved when I saw that you were okay.”
“You cared?”
“I didn’t want to admit it, but, yes.”
“Come here.”
I pull her close and rub circles around her nipple as I help her ride my thigh. I kiss her senseless as she strokes my cock.
She disengages from my thigh and kisses down my chest and abs. My breath hitches the minute she goes below my navel.
“For the record, you’re not a random hookup,” I answer nervously, hoping I don’t spook her. “Mmm… I don’t expect you to d–”
“I’ve been dying to explore you since my fingers brushed against it beneath my purse at the strip club.”
“Fuuuuuck…” I breathe out harshly, remembering that night. I’m excited that she’s dying to taste me. “I sure as hell won’t stop you.”
“I didn’t think so,” she chuckles as I hear and feel her settling on her knees. I thread my fingers through her hair.
“Do you have any idea how hot you were on that stage, or what you did to me when you locked eyes with me and slid down that pole with your legs spread wide?”
“No, tell me.” I feel her breath against my cock and brace myself as she slides her fingers up and down my upper thighs.
“I’d never wanted to be an inanimate object so bad in my entire life.”
She chuckles and rewards me with a long lick from the bottom of my ball sack all the way up the underside of me to my tip.
A garbled bunch of sounds leave my throat as she chuckles again and slides her hand in the trail of spit, lubing me up.
Oh fuck, I’m not going to last long. My head falls back and hits the wall with a thud as her lips, those fucking red lips, wrap around me and sink me deep into her throat once.
Testing me out. Holy sweet mother of—...
“Tell me how you like it…” she whispers dirtily against the head of my cock, flicking it with her tongue.
“Hell, Ava, I can’t even think. You are doing so good. I’m not going to last long.”
My fingers flex in her hair when she wraps back around me and starts going at it, working her mouth and her hand in such a good, torturous way.
When she involves my balls, my breath seizes in my chest, and my cock jerks in her mouth.
She hums in encouragement, and I help pump just a little.
She swallows me at the back of her throat, and I groan, pistoning just a little bit more.
It’s so fucking good. Her hand on my balls leaves and grabs my ass, pulling me in and slamming me into the back of her throat, and she gags.
I gasp and pull back, apologizing to her, but she squeezes and pulls me back close, swallowing and gagging again.
“Shit, Ava. Are you asking me to fuck your throat?” I ask, trying to hold back my excitement. She nods her head, mouth full of my cock, but if I’m going to fuck her throat, I need to hear the consent.
“Words, Ava. It’s dark in here.”
The dirty smack of her popping off my cock makes me groan.
“Make me fucking gag on it, Mark.”
I about come on the spot.
“Where the fuck have you been hiding, Firecracker? Get comfortable, and you better get those fingers working that pussy.” She whimpers as I hear her shift around.
“I want you moaning with those plump red lips that drive me insane wrapped around my cock. Tap my left thigh three times if you want me to stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” she pants excitedly.
Expletives string along in my mind as I wish I could see every bit of what’s happening.
“Moan long and low if you’re rubbing your clit,” I command as I slide my head between her lips. She answers with a long and low moan that vibrates up my shaft, and I growl from the mere pleasure of it.
“Such a good fucking girl. Hold on tight.”
I fuck slowly into her mouth, sliding back as far as I dare to test where the gag is initiated, the sound music to my ears.
I back up a smidge and pump faster, enjoying the feel of her tongue sliding against me.
She squeezes my ass and moans as I imagine her finger fucking her pussy.
It spurs me deeper, and I grin lewdly as I hear that gag and she squeezes my ass hard again.
I pump as she chokes for just a second before pulling out all the way and bending to give her a sloppy kiss.
“Your mouth takes my cock so well. Are you doing okay?”
“Have I tapped out?” she answers me with a breathless, bratty tone, and I curse.
“Such a bratty mouth. Open wide.”
I slide back in, loving this dirty side of her. The darkness of the room emboldens her.
“Make yourself come, babe. I’ll warn you when I’m close. It won’t be long. You suck cock so good.”
She answers me with a high-pitched moan, and I fucking love it.
It takes a whole four more pumps and a stuttering inhale from her to know she’s there, and so am I.
I warn her that I’m ready so that she can back off if she wants to, but it doesn’t surprise me when she mewls and squeezes my ass, moaning as she comes apart and swallowing every drop I give her along the way.
“Sei fottutamente perfetta.” You’re fucking perfect, I praise her as she slumps against my legs, and I rub my fingers down her cheek.
“Now we have to find our clothes,” she whispers, breathless from both of our orgasms.
“I’ll find them. Relax.”
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Ava
Wow. I am utterly boneless. I don’t know what came over me, but the insane urge to do what I just did was so strong, and I don’t regret it.
Maybe it was the tequila that made me bold.
Maybe it was the darkness. Either way, I craved his power.
At the same time, I craved the feeling of knowing I made him lose control.
I feel him pull up his pants beside me in the darkness, then listen as he shuffles around to find my dress.
“Your hand, Bella,” he whispers, and I stop breathing.
He called me beautiful, again. Not Firecracker.
I reach out into the darkness for his hand, and when he grasps it, he helps me climb up onto my wobbly feet.
I’m kind of thankful for the dark. Mark drapes the dress over my head and pulls it down, walking around my back to help zip it up before placing a soft kiss to my shoulder that makes me swoon.
He laces my fingers in between his and kisses the back of my hand as he lights up his phone to look for the rest of our clothes, namely his shirts and tie.
When he finds them, he sets the phone down on the countertop so that the light illuminates things around us while he slips into the undershirt.
I shake out the button up, and he slides it on.
I do up the buttons, and he tucks it in.
It all seems so natural. Like this isn’t our first time fooling around.
He finishes rolling up his sleeves and looks up at me.
“Feel better?” he asks, smiling as he uses his thumbs to gently wipe beneath my eyes. I bet my mascara is a flipping mess.
“Oh my gosh, I bet I look like a truck hit me. Please ignore me.”
“Never. You’re beautiful, and the only reason it’s messed up is because you were busy choking on my cock. That’s the best kind of smudged mascara.”
We snicker together.
“I was serious. You aren’t a random hookup for me.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m still in the closet with you.”
“Ava.”
I look him in the eye.
“I’ve been too stubborn. I’m tired of fighting this. I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
“What?”
“In our earlier texts, you told me you hated me.”
“No, Mark, I don’t hate you. It’s weird.”
“What is?” he asks, looking nervous to hear what’s coming next.
“How comfortable I feel with you even though we haven’t officially had actual sex.”
“That’s a good thing,” he says with a lazy smile, rubbing a thumb down my arm, and I hum in agreement. Neither of us seem to want to go back outside.
“I’m not ready to have sex yet,” I ramble out, just getting it out there.
“I won’t push it,” he answers.
“I trust you.”
“I know,” he admits with a sexy grin.
“Oh, you ‘know’ do you?” I ask, curious of his reasoning.
“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have opened yourself to me like that in the dark, and you most certainly wouldn’t have let me fuck your mouth like that. What made you want to do that?”
I smile back at him. He’s right.
“I’m not sure. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that he never let me get adventurous, and you… you made me feel adventurous. You made me feel a lot of things that I haven’t felt in a really, really long time.” I blush, feeling like I just said way too much.
He squeezes my hand to get my attention. I look back at him. Suddenly those thoughts disappear, because with him in this dark closet, I know it’s okay to say way too much.
“You amaze me,” Mark whispers before leaning down to kiss me. I start to pull away, remembering what I just swallowed a few minutes ago, but he pulls me closer and deepens the kiss.
“My own taste won’t scare me off,” he mumbles against my lips. “Come on, let’s go back to the hotel. I want to snuggle and fall into a coma.”
I titter at his choice of words.
“No sex though,” I mumble back against his lips.
“Promise. Remember, I’m a gentleman.”
“Such a gentleman.”
We both chuckle as he pulls me out the door.
We make it a whole five steps into the bridal room to collect our things when Trystan walks out of the bathroom.
His eyes zero in on our linked fingers, and he smiles knowingly, leaning against the doorway, taking in our state.
I look over at Mark, and we both indeed look like we just screwed around in a coat closet.
I bite my lip, unsure of what to say. Hell, Mark has my red lipstick smeared across his lips.
I blush knowing that isn’t the only place it’s smeared.
“Well, I’ll be damned. It’s about time you two worked it out.”
Mark flashes him a look that says he better watch his next words carefully and to keep his mouth shut.
“Secret’s safe with me until you guys figure out whatever this thing between you is,” he answers quickly.
“She’s not a secret,” Mark replies without hesitation, and my insides flutter.
Trystan winks and pushes himself off the doorframe.
“Good answer. Goodnight, you two,” he says in a sing-song tone as he shakes his head and walks out of the room.
“Bags. Snuggles. Coma. Now. I’m not going to make it much longer.”
I snicker and wiggle the bag in front of me as he grabs his things. Then he takes the bag from my hands and kisses me on the cheek before we walk out and make our way to the hotel. Gosh, that’s sweet.
Once we’re in the room, he strips down to his boxers and flops onto the bed while I use the restroom. I come back out in my dress, and he looks at me funny.
“What did you pack to sleep in? That dress won’t be comfortable.”
“Well, I typically sleep naked, and I’m missing my underwear,” I answer cheekily.
He grins at my admission and rises from the bed. Picking up his undershirt, he strolls over to me and waggles it before my body.
“I may be a gentleman, but I’m not a saint.”
“Will you unzip me?” I ask, grinning like a fool while turning around for him.
He hums affirmatively, unzipping gently and letting his fingertips trail up my spine before slipping the straps over my shoulders.
“Shirt,” he mumbles as I allow my dress to fall to the floor. I bite my lip when he sighs as he opens up the shirt, looking up at the ceiling so he doesn’t ogle my naked body.
“Such a gentleman,” I snicker, raising my arms to slip into the shirt he places over my head and pulls down.
I say nothing when he allows himself the pleasure of skimming his fingers across my curves as he covers them.
I shiver from the sensation. He pulls my panties from his waistband and dangles them in front of me next.
“Turn.”
I turn, and he drops to a crouch before me.
I step one foot in, then the other, and he skims them up my thighs to the bottom of his shirt before standing.
He bends to kiss me as he pulls them the rest of the way up.
It’s a crime to have to cover my body, but the way he just did it is sexy nonetheless.
“Bed,” Mark commands against my lips and lightly smacks my butt.
We pull back the covers and crawl in. He turns off the light and pulls my back into his chest so that he can spoon me.
“I’ve never had a sleepover with a lover,” Mark mumbles into the dark.
Lover?
“Never?”
“Nope.” He pops the p at the end.
“Do you snore?”
“I don’t know. Nobody said anything at the party when we all crashed.”
“Good point. Did you cover me up that night?”
“Yes. You looked cold, and your shorts were riding up your ass. I couldn’t stand the thought of the other guys seeing it.”
“You said you were going to bite my ass,” I giggle, and he tickles my ribs.
“Oh, I still will,” he breathes into my neck.
“I also recall a mention of death by suffocation.”
“Yes, that wasn’t the last time I’ll feast on your pussy. I keep my promises.”
“Don’t let me suffocate you though,” I whisper, sleep starting to settle in with a yawn.
“I have too many things I want to do with you to let you suffocate me. I’ll find a way to breathe, no worries.” He yawns behind me and pulls me closer.
“Goodnight, Mark,” I mumble.
“Goodnight, Bella.” Mark kisses the side of my neck then flops his head onto the pillow. His breathing steadies within minutes. Lover.