35. Marcus
35
Marcus
The warning in my head is almost deafening. It’s screaming, but for once, I’m immune. I’m too aroused to listen, too tightly wound with frustration from aching for Lauren for so long.
Too long .
Why should I pay attention to my conscience when she’s now handing herself to me on a silver platter?
Her tongue is already doing things to my mouth that annihilates every lingering doubt. Her hands are everywhere, raking down the back of my neck, my spine, lifting the edge of my shirt. I tear my mouth from hers and haul it over my head, throwing it aside.
“Last chance to walk away, Lauren,” I warn.
Time seems to stand still as she stares at me, her fingers tracing the tattoos on my chest. Half-naked, horny as fuck, and on the verge of losing my mind, I’m praying like hell she’s not having second thoughts.
Lauren steps back. Her fingers tease the strap of her dress as she whispers, “I’m not walking away this time. I want all of you, Marcus, even if it’s only once. ”
I nod. “One taste.”
“No,” she replies. “More than a taste. I want to quench my appetite.”
I watch transfixed as she undresses, each movement revealing a body part that inclines my heartbeat. A lump forms in my throat as her beautiful breasts come into view, and I can already imagine my lips around those firm-looking nipples. I swallow as she bares her stomach and a cute diamond belly ring. She pushes the dress over her hips, and my breath pauses.
She’s not wearing any panties.
Fuck.
My hands curl into tight fists as I resist the urge to pounce. I don’t want to scare her, but fuck, I’m aching to have her on all fours, right on that carpet. I’m ready to hear those moans triggered by our fucking. I’m ready to make her come for me over and over, screaming my name until she’s hoarse. I’m ready to claim her, even if it’s for one night.
Lauren’s chest bounces as she breathes nervously. I approach her slowly, brushing her hair aside and cupping her cheek.
“Just once, no regrets.”
She nods vigorously. “No regrets.”
Leaning in, I pry her lips open with my tongue and she lets me in, moaning softly when I lick her mouth. She tastes like alcohol. I growl, deepening the kiss, jealous as fuck from knowing she was out with another man.
She objects with a moan when I suddenly break the kiss. My fingers curl around a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and inhaling her scent, relieved that I smell only her. It’s not enough to quell the jealousy, especially when she wasn’t wearing any panties. Just the thought of him touching her—
Lauren sucks in a breath when my teeth pulls on her nipple. “Oh, God.”
She grips the side of my head as I move from one breast to the other, sucking and pulling, circling the perky buds with my tongue. I don’t care to know what they’ve done together but after tonight, whatever they shared will be a fucking distant memory. I’m going to ensure that.
Groaning, I lick between her breasts, making my way back to her mouth, kissing her possessively, making my claim with every deep, hungry stroke. It’s conflicted and hypocritical and so wrong, but I want to be the only man who makes her melt like this. The only man who makes her wet like this. She bites my lip when I slip my finger inside her soaking pussy and I almost explode when she starts fucking it. Slowly. Sensually. Dripping like crazy for me.
When I feel her pulsing around my finger, I pull out. Her protest gets cuts short by a scream when I suddenly push her back on the bed.
“I hate you,” she grumbles, bracing back on her arms. I grin. Her eyes narrow, then she spreads herself for me.
Holy fuck.
I quickly get my pants off. Lauren’s triumphant smirk fades, her chest bouncing as my cock springs free.
“God, you’re huge.” The breathy words fly from her lips. She pulls herself up to sit as I stroke myself. “You’re not going to fit.”
With my hands resting on both sides of her, I lean in. “You’re a trooper, baby girl,” I whisper against her mouth. “I have no doubt you can take every inch of me.”
Lauren whimpers softly, falling back. Her body has barely hit the mattress when I spread her thighs a little more, kissing between them. I make my way down to her toes, sucking on each cute, pedicured digit, satisfied like hell when she lets loose a string of curses. She writhes beneath me as I kiss my way back up to her thighs. My cock swells to an unbearable point when I see the glistening evidence of how aroused she really is. Her hips knife upward when I slip my finger inside her .
“Jesus,” she pants, rocking. Half-closed lids look down on me, face to torso covered in blush. Fuck, she feels so snug. I can’t wait to feel this tightness gripping my cock.
Her body undulates as I finger-fuck slowly, deliberately, giving her a preview of what I have in store for her tonight. Unbridled pleasure. Memories she will never forget. No other man will erase the mark I’ll leave on her tonight.
“Marcus,” she gasps with surprise as I suck on her clit. Once. Twice. Again and again, harder each time, pushing her to the edge. She shudders, gripping my hair. “Don’t stop.”
But I do.
The quickened pacing of her hips tells me she’s getting close, and I pull back. Lauren groans, bouncing on the bed impatiently, then pushing up to glare at me. “You’re trying to drive me insane, aren’t you?”
“Delayed gratification is very satisfying,” I reply, stroking between her thighs.
“I don’t want to delay anything. I need to come. Please…” Her hips roll slowly, the action adding fuel to the fire burning inside me. “I haven’t come in God knows how long.”
“Earlier didn’t count?”
Nourished by the lingering jealousy, the question flies from my mouth. Lauren’s brows lift at me and I give myself a mental face palm.
“Earlier?”
I shake my head. “Forget I said anything.”
She pulls back when I lean in to kiss her. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Marcus.” She gives me the stink eye. “I will grab my vibrator and help myself if you don’t answer me. ”
Fucking hell. With a sigh, I throw my head back. “You went on a date without any panties.”
She stares at me deadpan. “So, you thought I fooled around with him.”
“You weren’t wearing any panties,” I repeat.
Lauren gets on her knees, facing me. “I wanted to avoid the panty lines and I didn’t want to wear a thong, so it made sense to go without. Colin didn’t even touch me. I didn’t want him to touch me. The entire time I was there, my mind kept going to you.”
My heart skips a beat.
She suddenly grins. “It’s thrilling to see how jealous you are.”
I huff. “I’m not jealous.”
“You so are,” she whispers against my lips. “I imagine how crazy you were tonight, thinking of another man touching me.” Her fingers stroke up my sides.
“Kissing me.” She sucks on my lip. I grab her waist.
“Fucking me.”
Growling, I kiss her, tongue-fucking her mouth until I’m settled between her thighs, grinding my cock against her flesh, desperate to sink every inch inside her, but knowing she’s not yet ready.
Pulling back, I spread her thighs and slip two fingers inside her. Lauren’s eyes fall open, and her mouth forms a small o as she stares at me with wonder. “Oh, God,” she finally whispers.
Her hips move as I twist my fingers inside her slowly, then picking up the pace, flicking the sensitive area of her clit with the tip of my thumb. Lauren grips the sheet with a muttered curse, her eyes rolling back. I flick her clit harder. My fingers fuck her deeper. Her loud moans fill the room, fueling a spark of satisfaction inside me. It’s such an ego boost watching her fall apart like this.
“God yes… Marcus, please, don’t stop. Don’t stop… ohmigod… ”
Lauren bucks, her grip tightening around the sheet. Red spots appear on her cheeks, the flush spreading to her neck and chest. Her breathing picks up with the speed of my fingers and I feel her pulsing around me. I’ve never been so turned on by a woman coming for me. I’ve never been so eager to have a woman ride out her climax on my cock, but for now, I settle with having her fuck my fingers until she collapses onto the bed, still breathing hard.
“That was… wow,” she pants as I pull her to the top of the bed and cuddle her sweaty body in my arms. She sighs as I plant gentle kisses on her shoulder. “We aren’t finished, are we?”
“Certainly not.” I grind myself against her ass for emphasis. She moans. “I don’t want to rush, Lauren. Not when it’s your first time.”
She reaches behind her and grips me. My teeth sinks into her shoulder. “Don’t baby me,” she says. “Treat me like you would any other woman.”
I chuckle. “You don’t want that, believe me.”
Twisting in the bed, she faces me. “I’m not asking you to be rough, just… fuck me. Don’t hold back.”
Yeah, Lauren still has no clue what she’s asking for. I roll off the bed and retrieve my wallet from the pants on the floor. Fishing out my last condom, I slip it on.
She gasps when I flip her onto her back. Her eyes narrow when I press her knees to her chest. Her pussy still glistens from her climax, making it easy for me to enter her.
At least for an inch or two.
Her body tenses beneath me. Anxiety fills her expression, and she braces my chest with both hands. “Relax,” I tell her. “Breathe.”
“I am breathing,” she whispers.
“Deep breaths,” I emphasize .
Her chest bounces as I sink another inch, then another. Her tight, warm flesh pulls me in, and I grit my teeth. Self-restraint wears thin, but I press on, gently easing until my entire length is inside her.
Lauren’s face goes flush from the effort of taking all of me. There’s a slight sign of discomfort, but there’s no protest from her. “Good girl,” I praise, pulling out to the tip then sliding in again.
She gasps, and I groan from the breath-stealing pleasure that fills me with each thrust. She feels so good around me. Wet as fuck. Tight. Holding my cock in a vice-grip that shreds my restraints.
Her eyes flutters close as my hips bounce, my cock pressing deeper, every inch filling her. “Open your eyes, baby girl,” I command. “I want to you see how good your pussy makes you feel.”
Lauren obeys me. For a moment, I wish she hadn’t. Seeing the emotion within those golden depths makes me forget to breathe for a moment. I lace my fingers through hers. She leans her head to one side and kisses my hand. The simple gesture triggers a flutter in my stomach that, again, steals my breath.
Her head turns, and she stares at me again. That extra sparkle in her eyes makes me pause. “Am I hurting you?” I ask, concerned.
“It’s fine.” She smiles through the tears now running down her cheeks. “I can handle it.”
Concerned, I stop. I want to come so badly, but her well-being is more important.
“Don’t you dare pull out.” She wraps her legs around me “Marcus, I can handle it. Just fuck me.”
A protest flies from Lauren’s mouth as I ease out of her, but it gets cut short when I flip her over, pulling her up on her knees, her ass in the air and her pussy exposed to me .
Lauren lets out a deep-throated moan as I enter her again. With my hands gripping her waist, I take it slow, gliding through her flesh, careful not to cause further discomfort. Tension soon leaves her body and she starts rocking herself a little. The slick sounds of her arousal swells my cock even more as I stroke her. Fuck, I love knowing she’s getting more turned on for me. I love seeing that flush on her body, those sexy sounds leaving her mouth, all signs that I’m driving her as crazy as she is me.
I grab a fistful of her hair and pull back, whispering raggedly in her ear, “Touch yourself, baby girl. Stroke your clit for me.”
There’s a slight hesitation before Lauren slips her hand between her legs. Her hips start moving, rolling slowly as her pussy tightens around me. Fuck . I release my grip on her hair, matching her slow, sensual beat with one hand splayed across her stomach, my lips planting gentle kisses on her shoulder. This feels a lot like making love.
Marcus Brady never makes love.
Even with that thought running through my head, I don’t want to change anything in this moment. I want to bask in this slow fucking, to savor her scent, feel her soft skin against my chest. The memory of her whispering my name, her voice filled with more pleasure than I’ve ever heard, will live rent-free in my head for ages to come.
“Marcus…”
The rhythmic pulsing of her flesh around my cock makes me groan—not only from pleasure, but from knowing she’s about to fall apart. “That’s it. Let it go. Flood my cock with your cum.”
“Oh, God!” she screams, her body bucking, fingers moving deftly between her legs. Her ass bounces on my pelvis as she fucks me back, and in this moment, it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Yes, baby,” I groan. “Ride that orgasm out on my cock. ”
A white-hot sensation rises from my balls as Lauren starts bouncing even harder, destroying every brain cell in my head. I clasp her hips tightly, pulling her into me, pounding her pussy until my entire body feels drained from my earth-shattering release.
Lauren’s body sags to the bed as I pull out. Her heavy panting follows me to the ensuite bathroom, where I discard the condom in the trash. While washing my hands, I stare at my reflection in the mirror, waiting for the guilt and regret to surface.
Nothing.
I dry my hands. There’s still plenty of time.
Lauren is curled up in a ball when I return to the bedroom. I glance at my clothes on the floor; it usually takes about a minute to get dressed and ten seconds to plant a kiss on a woman’s forehead before hightailing it out of there. Lauren deserves way more than a minute and a flimsy kiss. Pulling the duvet from the foot of the bed, I throw it over her body.
Then, I slip under it, curling up to her.
Half an hour, I tell myself. I’m going to linger for a while then get out of here. Tomorrow, we’ll pretend like this never happened.
Yet, when I pull her into my arms and nibble her shoulder, breathing in the aroma of her post-sex scent, I’m suddenly hit with two things.
One, a resounding wave of contentment that makes me want to fall asleep right here with Lauren in my arms.
Two, realizing that I lied to myself earlier. One night with Lauren will never be enough.