Chapter 10 #3
“I’ll live,” I said, trying to sound dismissive. I didn’t want to betray the desperation I felt that he be the one who touched me, the one who kissed me, and now fucked me deep and left me with a reminder so I didn’t have to think about what had happened.
God, was doing that right after Jude jumped me with a kiss a horrible thing to do? Or was it only horrible because I wasn’t being honest about it?
Before I could get lost in whether I should be uncharacteristically tight-lipped or not, I felt the pressure as he pushed forward.
There had been no prep, so there was plenty of tension fighting to keep him out.
Yet I had faith he would get it in and focused instead on taking deep, quiet breaths as I willed my body to relax, to take the dick that we already knew was enjoyable when it sank in deep.
Thankfully, that meant I was prepared when he finally punched through.
It had been a while since someone had stuck it in me without any sort of prep work, and I’d forgotten how strong and deep the burning sensation could go.
Yet when he reached around and grabbed my softening cock as the head of his cock stretched me open, I felt the discomfort fade.
It wasn’t gone by any means, but it was a lot easier to ignore when he slowly stroked me as he eased forward.
“Oh, you’re right, there’s going to be plenty of time for us to make it,” he groaned softly, and I shivered when I realized he was leaned in close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck. “It’s…almost too tight.”
“You like it?” I asked roughly as he rocked, moving his hands with the movement, and I sucked in a breath as the pleasure radiated from where our bodies met.
“Love it,” he added in a low growl that almost made me forget the pain when he reached even deeper inside me and the burning ache renewed.
Yet he waited, his breath coming out in harsh puffs as he was clearly trying to keep control but struggling as he pushed in deeper, testing me, or perhaps himself.
There was no time like the present, however, and I pushed my hips back, biting back a cry as my ass bumped his hips and I felt the entire length inside me, pulsing with the beat of his heart.
Marc swore colorfully again, his forehead pressing against me as he kissed the back of my neck with a feverish, hungry energy that made chills race down my spine.
“Close,” he warned, and I knew I had almost tipped him over the edge. “How do you always get me so close, so quickly?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, my body humming with the ache, but anticipating what was to come.
I had jumped him in the elevator, and while that camera didn’t record, there was always a chance that someone on my team could glance at the elevator feed and see what we were doing.
Which was fucking, in a semipublic place, and then we were going to leave the elevator and pretend nothing had happened, with his cum deep inside me.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Marc…Jesus, you’re not even moving and you feel amazing. ”
“Still not perfect?” he asked, grinding against me, and I bit back another cry. I’d never had cause to find out if the elevator shaft could muffle sound for anyone who might be near the doors, and while it was dangerous, I didn’t want to risk being blatant.
“Needs, more…study,” I ground out and then groaned when he pulled back.
He felt bigger than usual, but that only meant I was gripping him tightly as he pushed in.
Burn and pleasure filled me as he pulled back again and again, taking time to push in carefully.
I knew the moment had come when the ache faded and I was left with the feeling of his cock inside me, of the pleasure it was already bringing, and what it could bring.
“Fuck me,” I said, pleading rather than demanding, because right now, wrong or right, I needed it.
Whether he sensed that or was just as eager to fulfill the wish, he did just that.
As a lover, Marc was neither shy nor hesitant; he moved with confidence, even if he wasn’t always doing the right thing at the exact right time.
Which meant he could thrust into me again and again until he found the spot inside me that made my vision explode with color and my stomach tighten with anticipation.
I heaved out a breath, gasping for air as his thrusts picked up pace, faster than usual, but that made sense considering our time limit.
His fingers dug into my hips and his breath was hot on my neck as he really pounded away at me, working as deep as he could each time.
Standing meant he could fuck me in earnest. I found my face pressed against the cold metal of the car’s wall as he worked into me repeatedly.
He was right to warn me; I was going to be sore the rest of the day and possibly into tomorrow.
That didn’t matter because I was getting exactly what I wanted as my breath fogged the metal.
My legs shook and my body quivered, but all that left my mouth was eager panting and encouragement that I kept as quiet as I could.
His hand started moving again, pumping me with each thrust, and my back arched as he gave another snap of his hips, slamming into the nerves inside me as his fingers stroked my shaft.
There was nothing I could do but stand there, at his mercy as he pounded me into an orgasm.
I would swear my eyes rolled to the back of my head as it finally hit me, shooting pleasure through all of me as my legs threatened to give out and I splattered the wall in front of me.
Marc swore again, and his next thrust shoved me forward, pinning me not only against the wall of the car but my own mess as well.
He ground against me, making me cry out as his thick cock was ground against my prostate and I cried out as another spurt left my cock.
I could feel him pulsing as he shoved his face into my neck and growled, his cock unloading as deep as it could reach.
My legs were still shaking, but he stayed there, holding me up as he kissed my neck gently. “Okay?”
“Really hoping my legs start working right,” I whispered as I gripped the railing in front of me. “Jesus, I expected some ache, but I forgot that you fuck me stupid.”
“You got what you wanted,” he said, tilting my head back to kiss me again, his dark eyes burrowing into mine. “My cum is as deep as it’s going to get.”
“Like you didn’t want it too,” I muttered, returning the kiss easily and with a smirk. “You practically wolfed out at the idea of me walking around with your cum inside my ass.”
“Guilty as charged,” he said, giving me another kiss. “We’re sharing a tent?”
“Believe it or not, I actually made it so you and I would share a tent, and not one person batted an eye,” I told him, which was…
mostly true. Luka had given me a sidelong smirk, but that was because he believed I merely had feelings for Marc and was torturing myself.
He didn’t know Marc and I were sleeping together.
Not yet anyway.
“Good, because if I’m going to be thinking about that all day, I might be up for something else later,” he said with a thick chuckle that made me want to stand at attention and try for round two right then and there. “I’m going to pull out now.”
He did, but he was careful, and even then I could feel the twinge inside me as my body protested.
Oh, I was definitely going to be tender later, so if he was going to be looking for something later, he was going to have to appreciate a blowjob, or let me have another go at his ass.
Neither option was a bad one as far as I was concerned.
“Alright?” he asked again as I took a deep breath.
“Just checking,” I said as I straightened and. “Nope, no leaking.”
“Jesus,” he muttered, and let out a little laugh. “Good thing we have these wipes in here.”
“Planning on stuffing them down the back of my pants just in case?” I asked wryly as I bent to grab my pants and then yelped when he gave my bare, sore ass a slap. “Fucker!”
He laughed as he handed them to me and gave me a quick kiss. “For you to wipe up your mess.”
“You helped make the mess,” I pointed out.
“And you were the one who jumped me like a horny goat,” he said with a smirk as I wiped the walls and he adjusted his clothes.
“Why do you know what a horny goat acts like?” I asked him as I balled up the wipes.
“Educated guess,” he said with a shrug, and I looked him over for the first time.
It had been a while since I’d seen him in something so casual.
I’d asked him once why he was so intent on dressing professionally when clearly no one at Arete was going to care so long as he was wearing clothes.
Or at least, that’s what I’d said at first, and then half a heartbeat later I told him some guests and even some Guides probably wouldn’t complain if he walked around in no clothes.
I sighed, tugging the plain shirt he was wearing. “You really should dress like this more often; it suits you.”
“As I told you before, it’s a habit. I’ve grown accustomed to how I dress, and it’s more comfortable.”
“I know, but I like this too. Though if you ask me if I prefer your ass in jeans or dress pants, don’t expect an answer, not anytime soon that is.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, tapping his pass against the elevator, sending it back down and checking his phone. “We both ended up right; there’s time to spare.”
“And that right there is why you shouldn’t doubt my ability to get you off in no time,” I said with a wink as the doors slid open and revealed the rest of the resort.
“I love how you time things so I can’t reply properly,” he muttered, grabbing our bags and handing mine to me.
“You love it,” I said, reaching into my pocket to draw out an earpiece. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to do some very important business. I’m sure you know what that’s like.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll meet you there; don’t think I won’t tell them to leave you.”