Chapter 33
Marcus
“Where do you want me?” After what she just did, I know I’ll do whatever she asks.
I’m under her spell. My cock leaks and is so fucking hard after watching her fall apart.
I was desperate to take over, to bury my face in her cunt and rob her orgasm for myself, but if I did, she wouldn’t have that look on her face.
The look of a woman who feels confident and powerful.
“Stay there.” She rises from the chair, her glorious body swaying as she walks toward the bed.
She settles herself, exactly the same way I was earlier, only she doesn’t hide under the sheets.
No, my temptress displays herself elegantly, rolling her peaked nipples between her fingers.
Licking my lips, I imagine my tongue lapping and caressing them while she writhes underneath me.
She glides one hand down her body, circling her navel before slightly parting her legs, showing her bare pussy glistening in the low lighting.
Feeling my balls tighten, I’m desperate to pull on my cock to release the pressure, but I won't, not until she tells me what she wants.
This is her game.
“Come here.” She beckons me over, and my legs move before she has finished her sentence.
“Kneel.” She pats the mattress next to her, and I place one knee on the mattress.
“No.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes focused on my weeping cock.
“Straddle my hips. I want you to paint my chest with your cum.”
Fuck me. I’m dead.
Cupping both of her breasts, she pushes them together. “And I want you to use these.”
“Joder.” I groan.
“What are you waiting for? I gave you a show, now you give me what I want. Think you can handle that?” That challenging smile that I love beams up at me, and I smile back as I move to position myself over her body.
She sinks down slightly so I can get the perfect angle to thrust my cock between her breasts.
“I can handle anything you throw at me.” I graze her nipple with the tip of my cock, painting it with the pre-cum, and she arches her back. “Look at you.” I tease each of her nipples, loving her moans. “You need my cock between these, don't you?” She whimpers, nodding. “Words, Petardo.”
“Fuck my tits, Marcus. Please. Paint them with your cum.” God, this woman is perfect.
I push my cock slowly between her breasts.
The feeling is insane. “Faster. Please, Marcus.” Brushing my thumbs over her nipples, I keep her breast together, pushing my cock quicker through the tight space.
Lily’s eyes are wide as she watches. The head of my cock peeks out, and her pink tongue darts out, swiping at the dripping tip.
“Joder. That feels so good. I bet you’re soaked.” My voice is gruff as my thrusts quicken.
She nods, her mouth forming the perfect ‘O’ shape as I continue to fuck her tits.
“Show me.” She doesn’t hesitate, her body tensing when she touches her cunt.
She brings her fingers back up, showing me just how fucking wet she is.
“Joder, you’re soaked.” Taking in how her juices drip down her fingers, my balls tighten, and I speed up my thrusts.
“I’m about to…” I throw my head back as hot pleasure rips through my entire body.
I open my eyes, watching as ropes of cum hit her porcelain skin.
She runs her fingers through the mess before putting her finger in her mouth, moaning around the digit. My cock twitches at the sight.
“That was quite the show.” She’s panting, her chest heaving as she continues to rub my cum over her flushed skin.
I’m trying to catch my breath, completely dumbfounded by the vision in front of me.
“It definitely was.” I swallow roughly before rolling off her to get her a washcloth.
“Don’t move.” I swipe my hand over my face as I walk slowly backward.
“Dios, look at you.” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she watches me stumble to the bathroom.
Walking back out, I survey the woman in my bed. I know she will break me. I know she only wants this to be casual, and if I can’t change her mind, then I should walk away now, but I don’t think I can.
“Why a sunset?”
“Huh?”
Lily is tucked into my side after I gave her two more orgasms, and because I’m a gentleman, I made sure she had a third before she pushed me into the chair and rode my cock until we were both dripping with sweat and spiraling into pure bliss.
“Your tattoo?” She’s caressing my arm with her fingertips, following the patterns, making goosebumps appear as she does. “Why have a sunset and the white lilies?”
“Is that one of your questions for today?”
“Yeah, it is,” she says dreamily.
“Can we have two not so personal questions first?”
“I guess.” She turns, resting her palms on my chest and her chin on top of them. “Do they all mean something?”
“My tattoos that interesting to you?” I twirl a lock of her hair around my finger as I grin down at her.
“They are actually. I would love one, but I just haven’t found a design I like or a reason to have one.”
“You wouldn’t get one just because you want one?”
“No. I think if I’m going to mark my skin forever, I want it to mean something, you know?
Don’t get me wrong, I love tattoos. I think some are actually incredible.
The artwork in them is insane. Like this one.
” She traces the tattoo on my chest, which is a swirl of intricate feathers and flames flowing into the design on my arm.
My tattoo artist has linked each piece together.
She’s right, it is artwork. “It’s beautiful. ”
“Yeah, they do all mean something. Each one has a story.” I chuckle. “Some have more in-depth meaning than others. Like this one.” I point to the fan of cards on the inside of my right forearm. “This one I got with Kai as a bet in Vegas.”
“It’s really good. Why are you laughing about it?”
“It's good now because my tattoo artist fixed it. He was fuming with me for getting it done by someone who wasn’t him. Honestly, it looked like a four-year-old had drawn it. I made Kai pay for it to be fixed.”
“I’d love to see what it was like before.”
“No, you wouldn’t. Anyway, my turn.” I wiggle my brows. “Favorite color?”
“That’s the best you’ve got?”
“No, but an important question, all the same.”
“Orange.”
“Why orange?”
“What a waste of a question.” She sighs.
“But because of my hair. I was called all the names under the sun as a kid. Carrot top, redhead, gingersnap, you name it, I was called it, so I decided to embrace it. As soon as people realized I wasn’t bothered and I actually loved the color, they backed off. ”
“That’s amazing, and pretty fucking clever.”
“Not just a hat stand, my friend.” She taps the side of her head as I huff out a laugh. “Okay, as we’ve established, I’m ’pretty clever’. Tell me your favorite?”
“Thought it wasn’t a good question?” I tease.
“I’m tired. And if you keep running your fingers through my hair, I’ll fall asleep and not make it back to my room.” And that thought makes my heart drop. I hate that part of this pact, but I have to ignore it and not scare her away.
“Red. It’s bold and strong. And of course I looked good in the color playing for Spain.”
“Always so humble.”
“Always. Okay, last question for today. Best place you’ve ever visited.”
“Okay, well, it probably wasn’t the best place I’ve ever been, but it was the best holiday I have ever had.
It was the first holiday I went on with Beck, Trixie, and Jade after we graduated university.
We went to Gran Canaria. And had a full week where we laughed the whole time.
And could forget everything.” She still trails her fingers absentmindedly over my skin; her voice a little distant as she talks.
“Those three, I wouldn’t be who I am without them. ”
“Sounds pretty perfect.”
“It was.” We’re silent for a while, and it is calming.
“It’s actually a sunrise, not sunset,” I answer her first question, knowing she’s waiting for me to open up.
“After my accident, I wasn’t in a great place mentally.
Harris set me straight and put me in touch with a great therapist after I…
” I trail off as I contemplate telling her how far I had really fallen.
Harris is really the only one who knows.
But if I’m going to get her to open up to me, I need to bare myself to her. “After I overdosed on painkillers.”
“You did what?” Her eyes go wide at my admission as she spins in my hold so she can face me.
“Yeah.” I can’t meet her gaze, dragging my hand through my hair, pulling at the ends as I realize what I’m about to let her see. I get that feeling in my stomach, the same one I had that day when I came around in the hospital bed.
Guilt.
Shame.
Failure.
“After the accident, the hospital had given me some pretty strong painkillers. The break was bad. I’ve got more metal in my leg now than bone.” I pause, gathering my thoughts as sweat starts to prickle at the base of my spine.