36. Marcus
Chapter thirty-six
Marcus
With a perfect view of Brooke’s backside, I can’t help but slap her ass. The smack is loud and stings my hand, but any worry that I’m too rough fades when the most perfect sound escapes Brooke’s lips–muffled by the pillow under her face. Fucking hell.
Gripping her hips, I give them a sharp tug, pulling her ass into the air. I smooth my hand over the red mark on her skin, kissing it for good measure. Tugging my jeans and briefs off quickly, I return to my position behind her. As I reach for my nightstand drawer, Brooke adjusts her head to look at me–as much as she can while she’s tied up. Goddamn, do I love seeing her this way. Mine. With complete trust in me to love her body however I want to. I blindly grab a condom from the drawer, half-ass shoving it closed.
It’s not until the foil is pinched between my fingers, ready to be ripped, that I realize I grabbed one out of habit. I don’t want to use it, though. We didn’t the first time and recalling how it felt to be bare inside her. Fucking hell. The thought alone is nearly enough to make me come .
I raise my gaze to look at her beautiful face, flushed from her orgasm, and her tangled hair falling over her back. She eyes me curiously, and I hold the condom out in question.
She shakes her head, not wanting a barrier between us either. I groan at the anticipation of being inside her bare. “We’re going to talk about this after,” I force out, knowing we should talk about it, realizing how unlike me it is that we haven’t–that I trust her in such an irresponsible way.
She nods this time, and it’s the end of the conversation for now. Thank fuck. I’m already hard as a rock from devouring her minutes ago, the taste of her release still on my tongue, the memory of my hands exploring her skin fresh in my mind. I toss the condom aside and move my hands to the back of her thighs. She’s on her knees, her chest pressed into the mattress as her pussy waits on display for me. My hands run up her legs, letting my thumbs rub over her opening. We both groan at the contact, and I push her apart as I line my cock up with her entrance.
The connection sends a tingle of arousal through my dick, guaranteeing that every bit of it is ready for her. My tip slides in easily, coated with a combination of pre-cum and her own arousal. Too anxious to wait, I hold tight to her hips, digging my fingers in a way I hope leaves a mark, and thrust into her. There’s a little resistance as my head pushes inside, but I force my way in until I’m fully seated inside her.
She cries out, but I barely hear it over my own groan. She feels too fucking good. Her warmth envelops me. The way she surrounds me, traps me inside her–I know right fucking now it’s going to be a feeling I indefinitely chase. I pull out slowly, her wetness touching every atom of my cock, the ache I’ve had for her since the first time finally satiated .
Her pussy is already clenched around my cock like she’s close already, and it creates resistance as I pull out, begging me to go deeper instead. With just my tip still inside her, I thrust my hips, pulling her deep with my grip on her.
“Holy–” she cries out, her voice cracking before she bites into the pillow beneath her. God, she’s hot as hell.
I lean forward, my hands traveling up her sides and grabbing her breasts along with the next thrust. I twist her nipples between my fingers-they’re hard in comparison to the rest of my handful. I pull out slowly again, loving the sensation of my dick dragging against her sensitive skin, and aching for her as soon as I’m not fully inside. With another penetrating thrust, my restraint shatters. My climax is so close there’s not a chance in hell I can stop myself from coming. I plunge inside her again, one of my hands smoothing down her stomach to find her clit, needing her to come with me.
I rub erratic circles against her skin, matching the way I’m slamming into her, nearly out of control. Her arousal lets me slide in each time with ease, and her mounting orgasm clenching against me pulls me deeper. “Come for me, love,” I breathe against her back before pressing a kiss to her sweat soaked skin.
My words send her over the edge. She cries out as her pussy tightens around my cock, pulling my orgasm from me with each pulsing wave of hers. I pull away from her back, gripping her hips again to slam into her again and again. Until I’m certain we’ve ridden through to the end of our climaxes. Even then, a delayed spasm shoots through my entire body, my cock pulsing once more inside her.
She shudders, and I run my hands up her back adding full fledged chills sparking across her skin. On a heavy breath, I pull out of her slowly, immediately missing her warmth but knowing she’s probably ready to be untied. Crawling over her, I undo the velcro and her hands relax onto the mattress. Her breathing is steady but heated as I collapse on the bed next to her.
She scoots across the mattress, still on her stomach until she’s pressed up against me, and my new life plan is to never leave this fucking bed.
“I might not be able to move until tomorrow,” she whispers, exhausted. Her arm reaches across my chest, warm and heavy against my abs.
I reach over, my fingers weaving into her slightly damp hair, brushing it away from where her face is pressed into my chest. “Lucky for you, I love you right here.”
She sighs. “I think I just love you.”
My heart slams against my chest. “In a way that feels like a made-up word and doesn’t make sense?”
She tips her head, glancing up at me. “In a way that makes everything more clear than it’s ever been.”
I brush my thumb over her cheek. “I’ve been falling in love with you since the day I bought every Thai tea ingredient in bulk to ensure you never ran out.”
“Good thing you’re rich enough you can afford that, huh?” She smiles, and I know I’ll do whatever it takes to make her do it a million more times.
I smirk, my thumb still smoothing across her skin. “Yeah, good thing.”
“I guess we should get this conversation out of the way–seeing as we probably should have had it last week.”
I tense up, all of a sudden nervous, knowing what I need to confess. “Yeah, probably a good idea. Was that . . . okay? Hormones make it easy to act like irresponsible teenagers.” I chuckle, trying to ease the tension in my chest and joking like this is a poor decision I’ve made with anyone else. I’ve never not used a condom. It’s advice my mentor gave me as soon as I sold my first app that I took very seriously. You can’t trust anyone , he told me on repeat, especially when this amount of money is involved . But Brooke is different. I know it. It’s why I want to have this conversation with her even though I’ve never had it with anyone.
Her laugh vibrates against my chest. “Yeah. But I meant what I said the first time. I’m not on birth control because that shit fucks you up. But I’m really regular. And religious about tracking my cycle.”
“Even though you haven’t had sex in three years?” I worry maybe I remembered that tidbit of information wrong.
She nods against me, and I breathe and sigh of relief. “Yeah. I mean I always use condoms too. But. Ummm. Actually…” The tension is back, but this time I feel it in her too.
“What?” I encourage her with another brush of my thumb against her cheek.
She cuddles into me more, intertwining her leg with mine. Suddenly, I’m reassured because whatever she’s about to say, she’s nervous, but leaning in instead of away. She takes a breath. “I don’t want to get pregnant. Not just now. Ever.”
I take a second to process. “You don’t want kids?”
She shakes her head slowly, looking at me, her eyes filled with trepidation. “No. I don’t.” She takes a breath. “Look, I know this can be a dealbreaker, and I totally understand if–”
I cut her off by tipping her face toward mine and pressing a kiss to her lips. I pull back just enough to whisper, “I don’t want kids either.”
Her eyes widen, and she pulls away from me, sitting up. “Really? ”
I chuckle, the tension dissipating. “I was about to tell you the same thing.”
“Really?” she repeats.
“Yeah. I love my sister. I’ll be the best fucking uncle when Dean has a kid. But every time I set goals and intentions for my life, kids are never part of it.”
“Even after you reach all the other goals you’ve set?” I can’t tell if she’s testing me or checking my sincerity.
“I’m already so far gone for you, Brooke Fields. I’ll give you anything you ever want or need within the realm of possibility. Except this.”
She brushes her fingers over my abs and the sensation of her skin fluttering across mine sends a rush through my entire body. “I can’t believe it,” she mutters.
I freeze, panic rising in me again. “I’m sorry, but it wouldn’t be fair for me to keep that from you if it’s something you were set on.”
Her eyes light up with her smile. “I meant that disbelief in a good way. It’s unreal. You’re telling me I found the perfect guy and he’s not only cool with living childfree, but wants it?”
I let out my caged grin at her words and pull her back to me. She obliges, cuddling into my chest and wrapping her arm around my waist. “I’m still perfect even though I’m almost a billionaire?” I poke her side, taunting her, but it only makes her squeeze my waist tighter.
“I’ll happily be tied up in riches if it means I’m tied to you.”
“Physically or . . .”
She laughs. “Definitely that way, too.”
“So, you don’t think you’ll ever change your mind about kids?” Maybe she was testing me a moment ago, but I feel the need to do the same. We haven’t been together for long enough to warrant a lot of serious conversations, but this is the one thing that can’t be compromised down the road.
“I’m positive. Kids love me. And I don’t mind them. As long as I can give them back. I’ve never had that maternal instinct or a desire for a ‘mini me.’ Maybe that’s selfish—”
“You are anything but selfish, Brooke. I think it says a lot about you that you’re self-aware enough to make a decision like this based on how you feel and not what society tells you is supposed to happen.”
“So we’re on the same page?” she clarifies again.
“Same page, love. Same book. Right place. Right time. The one we’ve been looking for.”