17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
C assie
I stiffened as Marcus slid the drawer open—I couldn’t help it. Was he reaching for something to hurt me with? Was he more like my father than I thought? My memories of hearing the bedside drawer open, followed by my mother screaming, filled my head.
Or did Marcus have something much more dangerous? How many times could he hit me before I said my safe word? And would he stop?
“Michelle.” The word rushed out along with what little breath I had.
He froze, and his gaze caught mine.
“Sweetheart?” He dropped to my side, his arm encircling my waist, cradling me against him. His touch was comforting.
Oh God, I was acting like a frightened virgin. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t find the words to demand he release me.
“Did I scare you?” His voice was soft as his hands stroked up and down my back, soothing me.
“It’s not you.” A tremor shook me. In my heart, Marcus wasn’t the issue. I knew that. But unpleasant memories kept interfering, and I didn’t have a clue how to stop them.
Fear lurked in my mind, no matter how much my body craved Marcus’ touch. If only I could get past my fears. That way, if I knew what he was reaching for, maybe I could handle it better and wouldn’t panic. I needed to find a way to trust Marcus, or we’d never get anywhere.
I decided to test that theory. “What were you searching for?”
“A toy.” He shifted, reached into the drawer, and settled next to me. “This is another new invention we’ve come up with in R I want you.” I let the words flow from my lips. I wasn’t going to take them back, and I wasn’t going to be embarrassed by them.
My lashes fluttered when his fingers touched the toy on my breasts. He turned off and gently removed the suction cups. I inhaled as the cool air hit my nipples and the feeling of… I didn’t know how to explain it. It was more than pleasure and need.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered as I draped my arms around his neck while he positioned himself over me. He groaned as he sank his cock into me. My hips rose to meet his, and I moaned.
He froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“Hell, no.” Our gazes connected. “You feel so good, so big, so manly. I want more.”
He grinned, then kissed me softly and pressed forward.
My pussy adjusted to him. While Marcus took his time letting my body get used to his size, I was primed and ready for all of him.
“More. Give me more. Give me all of you.”
My nails dug into his skin with each stroke. My hips wouldn’t stay still. He nuzzled my neck as he lifted his hips until just the tip of his cock rested inside me, then he sank into my pussy.
“Fuck, yes.” He continued at his own pace. He was going to kill me slowly with pleasure; I was sure of it.
“If you don’t start moving fast, I’m going to lose my mind. I thought you were going to fuck me?”
He had the nerve to grin. I’d never been this bold or frank with anyone. Marcus was different. He allowed a side of myself to come out that I’d kept hidden for a reason, but now those reasons didn’t seem so important.
“I am fucking you my way .” His mouth was on my throat. I arched my neck, giving him more access, to encourage his touch.
“You’re teasing me.” My breath caught when he was fully seated in me. My pussy clenched around his hard length, and my tummy fluttered with need.
He groaned when I tightened my pussy around his cock. But he still didn’t move. I wasn’t sure who was in control here, but it was time to take some action.
“Come on, a turtle moves faster than you do.” Taunting him might not be the best idea, but if it got him moving, it would be worth it. “Hell, a vibrator would do a better job than you’re doing.”
“Really?” He lifted his head. His eyes glowed. “Challenge accepted.” He pulled back and sank into me at the same slow pace.
It was all I could do not to pound my fists against his back and demand he go faster. He said challenge accepted, but he still moved way too slow.
“Let go of your control.”
“No.” I tried to buck against him, but he held my hips immobile with his. “You’re an ass, you know that.”
“ Hmmm , don’t give me ideas. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
Oh. Dear. God. Liquid heat flowed through my veins. I’d never been touched back there. But now, there was no fear, only anticipation and need.
“Not today,” he added. “We’ll work up to that.”
I opened my mouth but lost my breath as he thrust into me, sinking in even farther. God, his cock scraped all my nerve endings and made my body sing out with delight.
“Do you know how much I’m enjoying fucking you?” His breath was hot against my skin. “Maybe later, when you’ve rested a bit, we’ll try it doggy style so I can get deeper.”
Deeper? How much farther could he get? I was filled to the brim. He rotated his hips, and a moan slipped from my lips.
“Can you feel me, sweetheart?”
“Every amazing fucking inch.”
“Good.” His lips caressed my ear. “Get used to my cock sliding into your pussy, because I can keep up this pace for hours.”
Hours? My pussy contracted, but his lazy strokes weren’t enough to send me over the edge. Yes, I was on the edge, and it wouldn’t take a lot to push me over. And damn it, I wanted to go over, taking him with me.
I was going to be a basket case before he was through with me. Could I beat him at his own game? Maybe I could figure it out. He was so hard; he had to be close.
“Fuck me.”
His green gaze captured mine. “Tell me what you want?”
“You.” The word flowed out, and it was the truth. I wanted Marcus more than anything. He’d done this to me.
He grinned. “Hold on.”
He pulled back and slammed back in, then did it again. Faster and harder.
“Yes!” I cried out. This was what I wanted, what I needed. My pussy tightened with each hard thrust. My hips rose to meet his. My fingers grazed down his back as I curled my legs around his ass. “More.”
Our harsh breathing filled the room. His fingers trailed over my tummy, moving south.
Yes, yes, YES! I chanted silently.
He brushed my clit, and I cried out. Pleasure and pain collided. I’d been on the brink for so long.
He flicked my clit again, and that was it. My climax crashed over me. My body bowed against his; my pussy convulsed around his hard cock.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.”
I did. Before my orgasm subsided, another one hit. Marcus didn’t miss a beat—he kept thrusting as his fingers played with my sensitive clit.
My entire being hummed, but another climax was already spreading. My toes tingled as he tormented me. He had to be close.
Marcus pulled out and then slammed back in, at the same time pressing down on my clit.
My scream, as I arched into him, bounced off the bedroom walls.
I could feel him pulsing inside my pussy, spilling his seed.
Our bodies undulated against each other, skin scraping skin, until we finally collapsed.
I pried my fingers from his sweaty back and ran them through his hair. “That was incredible.”
“It was fantastic.” His lips found mine, and he kissed me deeply before rolling onto his back.
I missed his weight, but I laid there, waiting for my heart to return to normal and realized it probably never would. Not around Marcus. He’d already shown me more pleasure than I’d ever known.
He’d opened a side of me that I’d kept hidden, afraid to explore.
Good or bad, I’d let that side of myself out tonight.
It hadn’t been a conscious decision, but now that it had happened, I wasn’t sorry.
I would see where this led and deal with the consequences later. Turning my head, I stared at him.
His eyes were closed, his face relaxed. My gaze traveled down over his broad chest covered with fine, dark hair, his brown nipples barely visible, to his flat abdomen, to his groin. His cock, for the moment, laid lax against his leg. Damn, even soft he looked big. His cock twitched.
“If you keep staring at me that way, you’re going to end up with me buried to the hilt in your pussy sooner than you think.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Our gazes met as my fingers traced his taut stomach.
“Witch.” He captured my wandering fingers before they reached his groin. “I think it’s time we moved to phase two.”
“Phase two?” What did this man have in store for me now? Excitement zinged over my skin. I could handle anything he could dish out. At least, I thought I could.
“Yes.” He slid off the mattress, and I couldn’t help but admire his tight ass as he walked across the room. I licked my lips.