13. MARCY #3
Slowly, he undresses me, his fingers steady even as his breath turns ragged. The cold air licks at my skin as each layer falls away, but it’s nothing compared to the heat building between us.
When my breasts spill free, his eyes darken, and he groans, lowering his mouth without hesitation.
“God, baby… you’re fuckin’ perfect,” Hawk murmurs against my skin before taking my nipple deep into his mouth, sucking slow.
The sensation rips a moan straight from my throat, my back arching as he devours me.
The cold night fades. All I feel is him—his mouth, his hands, his body pressing me down into the blankets.
Hawk pulls the blanket up around me, wrapping us both in it as he kisses his way back up my neck, lips trembling slightly from the cold.
“I’ve wanted this,” he rasps, lips ghosting over mine. “Since the first fuckin’ night I saw you. Since we were interrupted.”
Hawk’s breathing hard against my neck, his hands gripping my waist like he’s barely holding himself back. There’s no teasing this time, no slow buildup. Just… need. Raw and urgent.
“Last time,” he rasps, voice rough, “I wanted you so bad—and we got interrupted. Not tonight.”
I nod, trembling beneath him, heat pooling low in my belly. “Please, Hawk... I need you.”
He growls softly and slides his hand between my thighs, fingers finding me easily. “Gotta get you ready first, baby… you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he murmurs, circling slow but firm. Two fingers slide inside me, stretching me, and I whimper, clinging to him as he works me open.
“God, Marcy… your body… these curves,” he groans, dragging his free hand over my hip, up my side, palming the weight of my breast before leaning down to kiss it like he means it. “I swear… I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”
I shudder, hips lifting toward his hand, but he pulls his fingers free, his chest heaving as he stares down at me.
“Look at me,” Hawk growls. “You ready?”
“Yes… please.”
And then he’s there, the thick head of his cock nudging against me. I feel him slide inside, and I let out a gasp.
Hawk groans, his head dropping forward, resting against mine. “Fuck… you feel too good already.”
And then he pushes in—slow but steady—stretching me wide, filling me until I can’t think, can’t breathe.
“Hawk…” I gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders as he buries himself deep, hips flush against mine.
He holds still, panting, eyes wild. “Jesus… Marcy… your body’s fuckin’ perfect. All of it… these hips, these tits.” He thrusts shallowly, groaning at the sight of me spread out for him. “Made to be fucked like this.”
He moves then, slow at first, dragging his cock out just enough before driving back in deep, worshiping every curve, every inch of me.
He feels it—I know he does—because his jaw clenches, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. “You feel that, baby? How tight you’re gripping me?” Hawk thrusts deeper, slow but powerful, driving his point home until my back arches, a moan spilling from my lips.
“Hawk… oh my God…”
“That’s it,” he rasps, leaning down to kiss me hard, swallowing every sound I make. His hips start to move faster, dragging his cock out slow before slamming back in deep, rocking me against the blankets.
His hands slide up, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until I’m squirming beneath him. “These tits… fuck, I can’t stop looking at you, Marcy.”
I moan, arching into his touch, hips lifting to meet every thrust. “Don’t stop… please…”
“I’m not,” he growls, snapping his hips harder now, driving his cock so deep, I swear I see stars. “I’m gonna fuck you just like this until you come all over me.”
And I’m already close. So close, I can barely breathe.
Hawk’s thrusts grow rougher, deeper, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me until I’m trembling beneath him, my body right on the edge.
“Come with me, Marcy,” he growls, his voice strained, broken. “I need to feel you. Right fucking now.”
I nod, barely able to speak, my fingers clawing at his back, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist. He shifts, angling his hips just right, and the next thrust punches the air from my lungs.
My body tightens, and I fall apart—shaking, moaning his name as the orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave of heat and pleasure.
“That’s it, baby… fuck, that’s it,” Hawk groans, feeling me clamp down around him.
He buries his face against my neck, his hips slamming deep one last time. With a guttural growl, he follows me over the edge—his body tensing, cock pulsing as he spills inside me, heat flooding my core.
We’re both shaking, bodies tangled under the blanket, breaths ragged and uneven.
Hawk doesn’t move. Just stays there, buried deep, his mouth pressing lazy kisses against my throat as we ride out the aftershocks together.
“Fuck,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “I’ve never… never needed someone like that.”
I run my hands through his hair, my body still trembling from the release. “Me either…”
For a while, neither of us says a word. We just hold each other, breathing hard, while the cold night air settles around us.
“Hawk,” I finally say when I find my voice. “Can I ask you something?”