13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
C assie
My eyes fluttered open. What time was it? Marcus lay next to me, watching me. “Marcus, what time is it?”
“Hello, sleepyhead.” His lips brushed against mine. “It’s about two in the morning.”
“ Mmm .” I stretched, and my hand made contact with his crotch. His cock was hard. “I see something else is awake.” With boldness I didn’t know I possessed, I swept my nails over the fabric-covered head, enticing him through his boxers.
“Witch.” This time, he captured my lips and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I toyed with his tongue. I moaned when he cupped my breast, his rough skin tantalizing my softness. He lifted his head.
“More,” I whispered. I wanted him.
“Anything my lady wants.” Lowering his head, he captured one taut nipple and pulled it into his mouth. My back arched in pleasure as his tongue played with my nipple. Then he switched to the other one.
Need and desire coursed through my veins. His mouth felt like wet heat, making my pussy clench when he sucked my nipples into his mouth. While I’d been asleep, I dreamed of being in Marcus’ arms and now… Reality was fantastic.
How could his touch affect me this way? Other lovers left me cold, but not Marcus. I was burning up. My pussy was wet and pulsed with need. He shifted closer to me, his hard cock resting against my leg. His boxers did little to hide his condition.
I slid my hand down in preparation to take his cock in my hand when he trailed kisses from my breasts to my stomach. My hand fell to the side as fire followed his lips, scorching my skin.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, guiding me onto my back as his tongue teased my belly button.
Who knew a belly button could be sexy?
When his fingers slipped inside my panties, shivers of excitement fluttered up my spine. Oh, yes. This was what I wanted. His touch, intimately. I lifted my hips as he slid my panties down.
His palms slipped to my inner thighs and pressed outward. I allowed my legs to part. Desire flowed through my veins, leaving a path of wanton destruction. My pussy moistened further.
“Marcus.” I breathed out his name.
“Your scent is intoxicating. So fresh, so seductive… I must taste.”
His hot breath brushed over my labia, and then his tongue was there, licking from the bottom to the top of my eager slit.
My eyes fluttered shut, only to open when he chuckled. His green eyes blazed with passion and need as he stared at me.
“Tasty.” He licked his lips before dropping his head once again. I’d never had a man who seemed to enjoy going down on me.
I arched into his mouth as his tongue swept over my pussy and paused at my clit. My muscles quivered, waiting for him to make his next move.
“Fuck.” I breathed out the word as his tongue played with my clit, flicking it from one side to the other, then licking it. My fingers tangled in his raven hair, pulling him closer.
Marcus had a wicked mouth, and he knew how to use it. My stomach tightened, and my pussy throbbed each time he licked me. He shifted and pushed my legs wider. His finger slipped into my cunt. Sweet heaven. Each caress of his finger had my pussy contracting around the hard digit.
It was as if Marcus had awakened a craving inside me, one I hadn’t even been aware of. A moan escaped my lips. With each scrape of his finger inside me, my nerves throbbed with more than need, more than want, more than… I didn’t know what.
He thrust a second finger inside my pussy and drew my clit into his mouth.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. The word repeated over and over in my head.
My skin tingled, and my toes curled. I gripped his hair as I cried out.
An orgasm rolled over me without me even knowing I was that close.
How did that happen? No man had ever made me come from his mouth and fingers.
But they hadn’t taken their time with me the way Marcus did.
Unknown emotions crashed through me, and I tugged at his head. I needed a minute to recover.
He was grinning when he lifted his head. “Come for me again.” A third finger slid inside my hot wetness as he lowered his head.
“No,” I whispered. The tension was already building in me. How was this happening? My stomach tightened; my body quivered.
“Fuuuuck,” I cried out as my hips arched, pressing me deeper into his mouth when his fingers found my G-spot. A soft scream followed as another orgasm flowed through my body. How was this possible? I rarely had one climax, but two? This man was magic.
“Marcus…” I could only whisper his name as my mind grappled with what just happened. It was all too much. My brain shut down with all the sensations this man caused within me. “Please…”
His gaze was molten when it captured mine. I couldn’t look away. His lips shone, wet with my juices. Slowly he gentled his touch and slid his fingers free from me.
“You were fantastic,” he said as his lips placed a kiss on my stomach, leaving an imprint.
My body shook with the aftermath of my climaxes.
My brain was a scrambled mess. Tears filled my eyes.
What the hell had just happened? My breathing was choppy, and I was losing control of my emotions.
I didn’t want to feel this way. I needed my control, to control my emotions, but I was losing it because he gave me multiple orgasms?
“Did I hurt you?” His voice held concern.
His question caused more tears to flood my eyes. “No…I…” I hiccupped. I needed to get out of this bed. Now. “Let me up, please.”
Marcus rolled off of me. I sprang off the bed and hightailed it into the bathroom as if the hounds of hell were after me, slamming the door shut.
They probably were in my mind. How could I allow Marcus to do this?
He’d controlled me as surely as my father had controlled my mother.
He’d controlled my bodily functions, my heart, my head. Everything. All because of sex.
I leaned against the door, breathing hard, praying Marcus wouldn’t follow me.
My heart was ready to burst from my chest, and sweat beaded my skin.
The bitter taste of fear coated my mouth.
I waited, but I didn’t hear any sounds from the other side of the door.
I pushed myself away and stepped up to the sink to stare at myself in the mirror.
My face was flushed, my eyes wide, and my lips swollen. I had the look of a well-satisfied woman. So why was I in the bathroom instead of in Marcus’ arms? Because fear was controlling me. My fingers curled into my palms.
Control. I’d given control to Marcus, and I didn’t know how to get it back. Turning on the faucet, I splashed cold water on my face and then examined my features in the mirror. I looked the same, but something fundamental had changed inside me.
My nerves buzzed with excitement and need. I’d never felt this way before. Yes, I’d been with men but rarely climaxed. Marcus had done it without his cock, using only his lips and fingers. I wasn’t so sure I liked the fact that he could do that to me so easily.
His touch had been so good, so gentle, and so different from my experiences. I was used to men who were rough, caring little for my pleasure. You’ve been with the wrong men, a voice inside me whispered.
With Marcus, I’d melted at his first touch. My pussy grew wet thinking about it. So why was I still in the bathroom when a man who made my body crave more lay outside the door? Straightening my shoulders, I turned and left the bathroom. Nothing would be settled while I was hiding.
Marcus stood by the bed, fluffing the pillows. Gone were the beige sheets and in their place was a set of gray sheets. He’d changed the bed while he waited for me. He turned and smiled at me. My heart stuttered at his imploring gaze.
“Come back to bed, sweetheart.” He held his hand out to me.
My fear of being dominated returned full force. I maneuvered around him and settled on the far side of bed. I stretched out, dangerously close to the edge. I needed distance between us until I could get myself under control.
Who was I kidding? I had never been in control tonight.
The mattress dipped as Marcus climbed onto the bed. He lightly stroked my spine before the lights went off. I stiffened.
“Cassie?”
“I know this is going to sound silly, but do you have a nightlight?” Why hadn’t I thought of that before? Even now, as an adult, I couldn’t stand total darkness.
“Give me a minute?” His fingers trailed over my back before he climbed out of bed. I rolled onto my back and waited. There was a little light coming from the windows, but not enough to make me feel comfortable.
A match flared. My gaze focused on the flame. “I hope a candle will work?” The wick flared to life, chasing away the ghosts in my imagination. He set it on the nightstand with a dish under it. He sat on the bed.
“That’s fine.” Gratitude filled me. He didn’t think I was being silly. “Thank you.”
“Would the bathroom light be better?”
“No.” I placed my hand on his forearm when he would have gotten up to turn on the bathroom light. “The candle is fine.” It was enough to chase away the shadows.
He nodded, and I removed my hand. Marcus settled into bed and turned to me, his arm curving around my waist as I turned on my side and faced him.
“This isn’t going to work, is it?” I whispered.
“It will if we can talk about it. Can you tell me what happened?”
In the semi-darkness, I wanted to share with him, but I wasn’t ready yet. “I can’t.” Maybe in the morning I could, but not now. Not like this.
“Okay.” He brushed his finger over my lips. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow is another day.” He drew me closer and closed his eyes.
After several minutes, I relaxed, and my breathing evened out. “You’re a good man, Marcus DeLuca,” I whispered.
He chuckled. “Maybe, but I can also be a very bad boy. Now sleep.”
“I happen to like bad boys.”