10. Marcus
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MARCUS
M y entire body stiffened in surprise as Emma’s lips brushed against mine. It was what I had not dared to want, but the second her mouth was against mine, it was all that I could think of. I was possessed by the all-encompassing desire to consume her completely.
She let out the softest moan as our lips slid together and the kiss deepened. A warning tickled the back of my brain. Not here, not now, not appropriate. I ignored it.
The noises she made were soft and subtle. Little squeaks and wanting, desperate moans that urged me on.
Her body was so soft as I slid my hands over her shoulders and down her back, pressing her tighter against my chest. I wasn’t capable of thought, only reaction, when she gave the slightest jump and tightened her arms around my neck. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I supported her, scooping my hands under her perfectly round ass.
I staggered back until I hit a stack of folded something, towels or scrubs.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I somehow managed a moment of clarity as I came up for air.
“Shut up and kiss me more,” Emma demanded. Her grip on my neck was firm as she dragged herself back up against my mouth.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Not that I could exactly talk. My mouth was occupied with hers. She tasted sweet and salty. It wasn’t until I began kissing her face, her cheeks, the curve of her jaw, that I realized the saltiness came from her tears.
I leaned back against whatever it was as it seemed to support my weight just fine. I supported her with one hand while I left the other snake up her back until I could thread my fingers into the mess of her silky, cool hair. I hadn’t tasted a woman in several very long years. I followed her lead and continued with the action at hand.
Clarity didn’t return to my brain until my fingers intrinsically unfastened the hooks on her bra. I had no recollection of making that decision. It simply happened. I shifted so that I could slip my hand between us, and I cupped her breast. Her nipple was pearled and tickled the palm of my hand.
What the hell was I doing?
I pulled my hand away as if I got burned. I broke the kiss and eased Emma down, making sure to re-clip her bra.
“What?” She whined.
“This isn’t right,” I said. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Don’t you want me?” She leaned against me like a languid cat.
“You know I do.” There was no way she missed the press of my erection against her body, even through our clothes. “But someone could walk in.”
“You’re right.” She turned and picked up something from the floor.
We had knocked a pile of fresh scrubs off the shelves. She pulled a clean top on and then turned to me. Her pointer finger extended and demanded my attention, and her tone was scolding. “Not one word. Follow me.”
I did as she commanded. She opened a door I hadn’t been through before and flipped the lights on to a small room. It was the size of a large closet, but it had a bed of sorts. It was more of a cot. I recognized the room immediately. I may not have been in this one, but I knew a crash room for young doctors in their residency when I saw one.
She stepped around me and pushed the door closed. I did not miss the click-slide of the lock.
“Isn’t someone going to need this?” I asked.
“Yes, we do, and we are going to use it.” She spoke with such determination, I didn’t think I should argue with her. Besides, my balls were compressing and getting bluer by the minute. I was physically desperate for her body in a way I hadn’t been for many years.
I groaned low in my throat when she whipped the scrubs top off and she was back in her bra. My gaze devoured her as she reached behind and snicked the latches before pulling her bra off. Her breasts were perfect, dainty, pert, perfect mounds that I needed to taste.
I reached out for her.
“Not so fast. Your turn.” She began tugging my top from the waistband of my pants.
I grabbed the fabric of my top and the white T-shirt I wore under it. In a singular motion, I pulled both shirts off over my head. My chest lifted and fell as I took in heavy breaths.
“Oh, damn,” Emma said appreciatively. She stepped in close and slid her fingers into the hair on my chest. “It’s so thick and soft.”
I chuckled. “What did you expect?”
She didn’t take her eyes from my pecs. “I knew you were well-muscled and had that tattoo. I guess I didn’t expect chest hair of this nature, but this is like some super bonus.” She traced the edges of my tattoo as it was covered by hair and continued to play with my chest hair, and then, finding a nipple, ran her finger in a circle around it, teasing me.
I grabbed her wrist as I struggled to breathe. The physical play and closeness had my body on the verge.
She lifted her chin and our eyes locked. “I guess I thought you would be skin and muscle, you know, like a body builder. Maybe I expected the hair on your chest to be white like your head. But it’s so dark.”
I ran my hand over my head. “This all used to be black too. Now you’re just trying to make me feel old.”
She squirmed her hand free and continued to play with my chest. “You are hardly old. And I like the contrast. Is the rest of you covered in thick, dark hair?”
She grabbed my pants and pulled the waistband forward as she tried to look down and in.
“That’s enough of that,” I said as I scooped her up. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
She giggled as I placed her on the cot. It was a bit of a challenge for us since the thing was not designed for more than one body. I wanted her under me so I could pay proper attention to her chest, as she had done with mine. Instead of toying with my fingers, I wanted her under my tongue.
Emma arched up so that her breasts met my mouth as I lowered my head to her. Her skin was sweet and warm.
The mewling and squeaking sounds she had made during our passionate kiss were even louder now. They urged me on and got my body hard.
Her hands roamed over my skin and her nails scraped trails over the backs of my arms and shoulders. She writhed and pulsed as I sucked and toyed with each breast and nipple.
I reached between us to cup her pussy. She grabbed my hand away from her and pushed it into her pants so that I was touching her directly. She was slick with need.
My fingers slid between her folds and circled the nub of her clit.
She practically launched off the cot as she arched up, pressing her breast into my mouth. And then she was rocking and thrusting her hips against my hand. She was a bucking ride that seemed to grow wilder the more I touched and stroked her.
She cupped me through my pants, and I understood her need to have my hand directly on her. I wanted her skin against me. I needed the feel of her fingers surrounding my cock.
I pressed up and away from her. She let out a mournful whimper that turned to a gasp as I yanked her pants down her legs and over her feet. I then shoved mine down.
She smiled and licked her lips as she took me in with her gaze. “You are covered in dark hair. Come back and rub all of that against me.” She reached out for me, and I gladly obliged her.
I slid smoothly over her. She wrapped her legs over my hips and pressed her chest up, rubbing her breasts back and forth against me.
“Oh, damn, you feel so good,” she moaned.
“So do you,” I admitted with a growl.
I pressed up, and the cot made an ungodly noise and shifted. We both froze. Emma’s eyes went wide. I did not think it would survive the beating it was about to receive. I put my hand on her hip and maneuvered her so that I was on my back and she straddled my hips.
“We don’t want to break the furniture.” I chuckled.
She sat back on her knees and laughed. “Oh, I see how it is.”
She took her time gazing down at my extended cock. I didn’t know whether she was admiring it or assessing the situation. She braced against my chest, shifted, and then sank down my length.
We both sighed as I slid into her depths. She was hot and tight, and slippery.
She slid over me like a piston on a locomotive. I gripped her hips and watched as her breasts bounced above me. I don’t exactly know how this solved the problems she faced earlier, but I was more than glad to be of assistance.
She ground against me with a lift, sink, rocking motion. The cot protested under my back, but I was too far involved in better activities than to give it much notice.
She fell forward with a whimper and a moan, her hips thrusting in a frenzy. It was as if her legs gave out, but the tight pulsing around my cock told me she was too overwhelmed and fighting to maintain the pace she needed to reach her release. My fingers bit into the skin of her hips as I helped with the rhythm and counter thrust against her.
She was shaking and crying over me and her orgasm took over. Her mouth opened as she gasped for air, her lips plump and pink. I grabbed her head and pressed up to meet her mouth with mine. I thrust my tongue into her as I thrust my cock. I wanted all of me deep inside this woman. She had complete claim to me, and I needed to give everything of my physical body to her.
I erupted and roared with my own release.
I fell against the cot. Emma lay against me. I held her with one arm across her back. We lay there panting, and I tried to figure out exactly what had led to this. I had only meant to offer some comfort and solace as a colleague. This… this was better.