21. Chloe
A fter that first time together, time seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye, and I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
Marcus was true to his word, and once he’d fucked me, there was no going back. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and no matter how many times we were together, it was never enough. We always wanted more, which is something we were both very happy to accommodate.
After putting my heart on the line, I had no idea what would happen.
Marcus was the first to fall asleep that morning, and given all the pills, sex, and stab wounds, that wasn’t much of a surprise, but I spent the whole day just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He’d said the most perfect things, yet I couldn’t help worrying that maybe he was just caught up in the moment. I was living the dream I’d had since I was a child, and I didn’t want to miss a single moment of it.
So, when Marcus finally did wake up a couple of hours later, I braced myself for his regret, but it never came. Instead, he kissed me with passion, and a smile that suggested he might quite like waking up next to me, which is a good thing as I’ve not been back to my own room since.
The first night after the sex, when we said goodnight to each other, I somewhat reluctantly headed towards my own room, and Marcus looked confused. I didn’t know what to do, as we hadn’t exactly given a label to whatever the confusing situation between us is.
Marcus simply laughed, threw me over his shoulder, and took me back to his room, all while I shouted at him for risking his stitches.
Since then, I’ve never even attempted to sleep alone, it just feels right to be with him.
It’s more than just sex. Being next to him, talking to him, gives me more peace than I ever expected.
Somehow, the first weekend my parents returned, Marcus was able to get us out of going to lunch, stating he had to work, and he wasn’t willing to let me go alone.
My dad argued, of course, but Marcus simply reminded him that he was amenable when he cancelled for two weeks to take my mother on holiday, so returning the favour is the least he can do.
Surprisingly, my dad backed down, and my nerves eased a little more.
While we are alone in the apartment, it’s like we are in our own little bubble, completely unaware of the world around us.
I continue going to my classes, and baking at home to practise everything I’ve learnt, and Marcus still has his job to go to, but when we’re at home, just the two of us, it’s like we forget about the world outside.
One morning, at the start of my fifth week with Marcus, we’re having our usual breakfast, just sitting together, grateful for each other’s company, when Marcus turns to me, a serious look on his face.
“It just occurred to me, I’ve never taken you on a real date.”
I can’t help but laugh. “That’s okay. We’ve spent lots of evenings having dinner together and then watching a movie, so we can class them as dates.”
Marcus shakes his head, scowling at me. “Fuck, no. I can do much better than that.”
“Is it…safe for us to go on a date?”
Although we’re all over each other here in the apartment, on the rare occasions that we go outside together, we decided it'd be better if people don’t know what’s going on between us.
Marcus never specifically made any promises to my family at the time of the bet, but if people find out we’re having sex, it would be a grey area where the bet is concerned, but with the peace treaty, there’s no doubt it would be crossing a line.
We hadn’t wanted to put too much pressure on our new relationship, so we kept our intimacy indoors.
“I’ll pick somewhere that’s safe. So, do you want to go on a date with me?” he asks, sounding a little shy.
I lean over and press my lips to his in a deep but quick kiss, pulling away with a smile on my face. “I would love to go on a date with you. When?”
He pauses for a second before saying, “How about tonight?”
I’m a little startled that he wants to do it so soon, but I don’t even think before I blurt out, “Yes.”
Marcus chuckles, his lips tipping up into his cocky smirk at how eager I sounded. “You don’t have any classes?”
Shit, I do.
“No, it’s fine. Nothing I can’t miss,” I tell him, and he stares at me, assessing to see if I’m being honest.
I roll my eyes at him, which makes him smile and he lets it go. “Okay, tonight it is. Shall we say six?”
“Perfect. Where are we going?” I ask, my heart racing like I’m a teenage girl all over again.
I rather depressingly realise that this will be the first date I’ve ever been on that I picked for myself. Every date I’ve had before was selected by one of my parents, which is an incredibly sad thought.
Marcus’ smile turns mischievous, and I don’t miss the glint in his bright blue eyes.
“I’m not telling you. It’s a surprise.”
Now I’m more than a little shocked. It almost sounds like he might have been thinking about this for a while, planning it, maybe?
“Okay, well, what should I wear?”
“Dress comfortably. So, jeans, no heels, with something warm on, like a hoodie,” he adds, confusing me further.
“So I don’t need to get all dressed up?”
Marcus shakes his head, before smirking at me once again. “No, but if you want to put on some sexy lingerie, I’m hoping to convince you to put out on the first date.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I’m not that kind of a girl,” I tell him in my sweetest voice, though we both know there’s no way I can resist this man, particularly if he turns on the charm on our date.
“Well, I’ll have to see if you can be corrupted by the villain then, won’t I?”
I flick my hair, giving him my best unaffected glare. “You are not the villain.”
This time when he laughs, it’s dark and dangerous.
“Oh, sweetheart, we both know I’m the villain. I’m not the hero who wants to save the world. I’d step on people as they lay dying, just to get to you. I’d let the whole world burn, as long as I managed to save you.”
My heart races and my stomach rolls in the most pleasant way at his words.
“You might be the villain in everyone else’s story, but that makes you my hero.”
Before he has time to protest, I lean in and capture his mouth with mine. He wastes no time reaching over and lifting me from my seat, pulling me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him.
Once more, I’m grateful for the fantastic job Mickey did of patching Marcus up. He’s been healing well, and thankfully, hasn’t pulled any stitches—which given how often he fucks me, is a miracle.
The stitches have almost dissolved, and he doesn’t need pain pills anymore. I’ve reached the point where I almost forget about the injury whenever I’m with him, though I’ll never forget the awful feeling when I saw him covered in blood.
His hard length presses against me, silencing my thoughts, and I roll my hips into him, causing both of us to moan into each other’s mouth.
We’re so lost in devouring each other, we don’t hear the door open.
“None of that at the bloody dinner table, please. Some of us eat here,” Miles groans, grabbing a cup of coffee off the side, quickly pouring it into his to-go tumbler.
“Technically, she’s not on the table, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been,” Marcus replies cockily, which earns him a groan from Miles and a slap on the arm from me.
I try to climb off his lap, but Marcus’ hold on my hips tightens. He’s not paying any attention to his friend, he’s just staring at me like he wants to devour me, whether his friend is here or not.
“Marcus, we have that meeting in twenty minutes. If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late,” Miles states.
“Cockblocker,” Marcus grumbles, as I kiss him on the lips before climbing off his lap.
I notice he discreetly rearranges himself in his trousers, though there’s not a lot he can do with his very obvious erection.
“Keep staring and I won’t be able to leave,” he mutters, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at me.
“Go, you don’t want to be late,” I say, as I take my own seat again. “Besides, I have class soon.”
Marcus gets up, but not before glaring at his friend. He walks over to me and bends down until his lips are next to my ear.
“Don’t forget about our date tonight, Mio.”
He then presses a kiss against that sweet spot below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine, which only makes him chuckle.
“See you tonight,” I reply, trying to keep the ridiculous grin from my face.
As they’re leaving, I hear Miles ask, “What’s tonight?”
“Mind your own fucking business,” Marcus grumbles.
“Play nicely, boys,” I shout after them, their laughter and swearing fading as the door slams behind them.
I love my classes, but I have an awful feeling today is really going to drag, and I’ll spend the whole time wondering where we’re going tonight. Not to mention, obsessing over what the hell to wear.
Even with the added anxiety, I can’t quite believe I’m going on my first real date…and it’s with the guy I’ve fantasised about for years. Young Chloe is having a massive party right now, that’s for sure.
As I suspected, the day passed by slowly. I was able to throw myself into my class, learning all about creating figures out of fondant.
Initially, I was terrible at it, but by the end of the class, the animals I’d made actually looked like I intended.
Class ran late, which was a blessing in disguise as it meant I didn’t have long to obsess over the date. Marcus had pretty much told me what to wear, I just picked the sexiest versions that I owned.
After showering and shaving my legs, grateful I’d had my waxing appointment just the other day, I start on my make-up. Marcus always says I don’t need much, so I decide to keep it minimal, whilst also making it clear I’ve made an effort.
I use a bit of bronzer to add the colour my pale skin is missing, and blush to temper out my already red cheeks. I use the usual dark colours on my eyes, as the smokey effect makes my silver eyes pop, particularly when I add a little more black liner than usual.
To round it off, I add some deep red lipstick. It’s a dark enough colour to look sexy, without standing out too much, and it makes my lips look soft and plump, which is what I was going for.
After blow-drying my hair, I pull the front parts back and secure them with a small clip, so they won’t be in my face the whole night, but I leave the rest of my hair down.
Marcus has said, on more than one occasion, that he likes when I wear my hair down, and I often find him twirling one of my curls around his finger absentmindedly when we’re laying together. So it was an easy choice, though I do put a hair tie and a clip into my bag, just in case we go somewhere that requires me having it up.
I pull on my black skinny jeans, the ones that are figure hugging enough to show off my curves, and add my favourite pair of Converse. When Marcus said comfy footwear, they were the first ones I thought of, and their black and white design fits with the rest of the outfit.
Since I want to look a little sexy, I opt for a black vest top that swoops just low enough to show a hint of cleavage. Well, it’s actually more than a bit when I add my black lace push-up bra underneath, but Marcus will appreciate it.
I plan on wearing my black hoodie over the top, like he suggested, but I’ll throw that on after he’s seen me like this.
I know he’ll like what he sees, as he’s always telling me how much he likes my body, but he’ll lose his mind when he sees the black lace knickers I have on underneath.
Marcus got home about an hour ago, but we both agreed to get ready in our own rooms. He wanted us to have that reveal that all first dates have, where you see what the person has chosen to wear. I teased him about him being an old romantic, but secretly, I was thrilled by the idea.
Even though I’m not getting as dressed up for him as I could, I still want to have that moment where I get to see what he thinks. And when we both walk into the living room at exactly six, I get the moment I was hoping for.
His mouth falls open, and he looks a little stunned, before he finally finds his voice.
“You look incredible. You know I think you’re beautiful all the time, but I wasn’t expecting you to take a casual dress code and make it so fucking sexy,” he growls, his voice deep and husky as his eyes roam over my body in a way that makes me feel naked.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I reply, and that’s a massive fucking understatement.
He’s wearing dark jeans that hug his thighs, a tight black T-shirt that clings to all his muscles, and black biker boots that match the leather jacket he’s thrown on over the top.
He looks dangerous and sexy, like sin personified, and my heart skips a beat at the thought that this gorgeous man is mine.
“Keep looking at me like that, love, and we’ll never make our date,” he growls, his dark eyes fixed on mine.
He reaches over and takes my hand, quickly pulling me forward, so that I’m right in front of him. He gives me a fierce kiss before pulling away far too soon.
“We should get going. We don’t want to be late.”
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask, as Marcus laces our fingers together, pulling me out of the apartment.
“No,” he says, that cocky smirk on his face growing as I nag him the whole time we’re in the lift.
Once we make it into the garage in the basement, I look around to where Miles usually has the car waiting, but it’s not there. I glance over at Marcus, who begins walking towards the row of cars.
I’ve been in this garage more times than I can count, but I’ve never really paid much attention.
Miles has a car that he uses, and that’s the car I’m used to going in whenever I go out with Marcus, but Kim also has her own car, which she uses to take me to my classes.
I just assumed that all of the other cars belonged to the people who live in the apartment block, but the way Marcus looks at them makes me wonder if that’s true.
“Where’s Miles and the car?” I ask.
“I gave him the night off. I don’t really want my best mate coming on a date with me. We’ll still have security following us, and I can’t do anything about that, but if I drive, and it’s just the two of us in the car, it’s the best I could come up with to make it feel personal,” he explains, wincing a little as he stares at me, almost like I might not be happy with his explanation.
“Marcus, I know you need to have security with you at all times. It’s not a big deal. In fact, I rather like knowing they’re around to keep you safe. But I do appreciate you trying to give us some privacy,” I say with a smile, before adding, “You drive?”
Marcus chuckles. “It would be a waste, owning all of these cars if I can’t drive them.”
Even though he’s only confirming my suspicions, I can’t keep the shocked expression off my face.
“You own all of these?” I waft my arms around the large garage, signalling to the cars.
Marcus shakes his head with a laugh.
“No.” I breathe a sigh of relief, before he adds, “I own all of the cars on the right. The ones on the left either belong to my staff or the people who live in the building.”
My mouth literally flops open as I take in the cars on the right side of the garage. I may not know a lot about cars, but it’s not hard to miss the differences between the two sides.
The cars on the left seem affordable, more practical, whereas the ones on the right are flashy and expensive, one sports car after another.
“I don’t even know what to say. Do you need this many big flashy cars? If I didn’t already know the answer, I’d ask if you were trying to make up for lacking in other areas.”
Marcus throws his head back and laughs, a full belly laugh that I’ve never heard from him before, and it makes him look so much younger, lighter.
I decide in that moment that it’s going to be my life’s mission to make him laugh like this as often as I can. He needs a little bit more laughter in his intense life.
“Come on, I don’t want us to be late. But I’m going to make a note to prove to you how much I’m not overcompensating when I get you naked later,” he replies, pulling me towards a sleek black sports car.
He opens the door for me and I climb in, listening as he tells me all about what type of car it is.
Although the information goes in one ear and out the other, making zero sense to me, I smile at how passionate he is, talking about the car. It’s clearly something he enjoys, and I’m grateful he’s showing me another side to him.
We’ve not been driving for long, before he pulls into what looks to be an industrial area, confusing me further. Then, as he turns the corner, a bright sign lets me know exactly where we are.
“You brought me ice skating?” I ask, completely thrown by this.
Of all the dates I’d been imagining, this wasn’t even on the list.
Marcus looks almost a little shy as he nods. “I don’t know if you remember, but I used to play ice hockey when I was a teenager.”
How the fuck could I forget?
Other than his skateboarding phase around age thirteen, I happen to think this was one of his sexiest hobbies. Since I can’t say that, I just nod and he continues.
“I had to give it up when Father decided I needed to pay more attention to my role as his heir, instead of wasting my time with sports that did nothing more than distract me. I’m sure you can imagine his annoying voice saying that.”
I laugh, because I can picture it. “I’m sure he loved you playing hockey.”
“He hated me doing anything that wasn’t related to this business, so I begrudgingly gave it up, despite it being something that I love. I’ve always missed skating, and then you burst into my life.
“You had the strength to ignore the person your parents wanted you to be, and you’re doing what makes you happy. The night you took your first class, I came here. I’ve been skating regularly since then, and I thought I’d share it with you.”
With each word, Marcus looks more and more vulnerable, and I fall harder and faster. This gorgeous man makes my heart race, and all I can do is pull his lips to mine and show him how I feel with a kiss. I’m breathless by the time we pull apart.
“Thank you for showing me this side of you, but I have to confess, I’ve never skated before.”
He shrugs his shoulders and pulls me towards the entrance. “That doesn’t matter, love, I’ve got you,” he says, and I know he means it.
I’m shocked to find the rink is completely empty, until a sly-looking Marcus confesses to paying the company to close for an hour, so we can have the place to ourselves.
I want to shout at him for splashing out like that, but I’m too caught up in the moment to care.
Marcus walks me through the whole process of picking my skates and putting them on. I’m anxious to even step foot on the ice, and I want to be certain he won’t let me fall.
So he tells me to take a seat ringside, and he then glides out onto the ice, showing me that he can definitely skate.
He moves so quickly I can barely keep up with him, gliding over the ice like he’s been doing it his whole life. He changes direction with ease, and when he starts skating backwards, I smile at him showing off.
When he finally stops in front of me, a thin sheen of sweat across his brow, dampening the hair that’s flopped onto his forehead, the grin on his face makes him look boyish and alive.
He’s more than good enough to support me, and he’d never let anything happen to me.
As I predicted, as soon as I step foot on the ice, I look like Bambi learning to walk. My limbs go in different directions, and I’d have landed on my arse numerous times had Marcus not been there to catch me.
After a few quick instructions, we eventually get to the stage where I can stand on the ice, and Marcus takes hold of my hands, pulling me along with him. I’m not exactly skating, but it feels amazing.
Towards the end, I’m finally moving my own skates, propelling myself forward just a bit, even if I do cling onto Marcus like he’s my life raft. For someone who’s never stepped foot on the ice, I can't stop smiling.
As our time comes to an end, the owner signals that he’s going to reopen the rink, and Marcus helps me off the ice.
It doesn’t take long for the place to fill up with kids, who are all taking lessons. Figure skaters are on one side of the ice, and hockey players on the other.
Grumbling about the influx of people, Marcus picks up our things in one hand and grabs mine with his other.
With our skates still on, he pulls me towards one of the doors just off the rink. It reads Private , yet Marcus knows the code to unlock the door.
Once he pulls me inside, I look around to see we’re in what appears to be a private changing room. Lockers line one wall, with benches in the centre, and a row of vanity desks and mirrors are on the other side. There’s a door beside the mirror, which I’m assuming leads to a bathroom.
“What’s this place?” I ask.
“It’s a private VIP changing room. Not many people have access,” he explains, and I roll my eyes at how posh he sounds.
“But you do?”
He simply nods, helping me to take a seat on the bench in the middle of the room. He takes off his own skates before kneeling down in front of me, so he can begin unlacing mine.
What starts as him simply removing my skates, soon becomes more. His gentle touch on my calves and my feet has my heart racing, but it’s seeing him on his knees for me that really makes my head spin.
Marcus becomes aware of my shallow breathing straight away, completely in tune with me.
“Take your clothes off,” he instructs, and my eyes go wide.
“Here? But anyone could walk in.”
“Very few people have access to this room. Besides, the risk of getting caught will only make this more exciting,” he growls.
I happen to agree with him, so why the fuck do I argue?
“But—”
He quickly cuts me off. “If you argue with me, I’ll turn this into a punishment, and won’t let you come.”
My mouth flies open, the desire to reply growing, until that little voice in my head—that I suspect is ruled by my vagina—tells me to keep quiet.
Quicker than I’d like to admit, I remove all of my clothes.
I’d be bothered by the smirk on his face, if I wasn’t distracted by the fact he’s now naked too. He must have removed his clothes when I did, and my gaze is drawn to his hard cock.
“Sit,” he snaps, pointing at the bench I was sitting on a moment before.
I do as I’m told, dropping down straight away, while Marcus lowers onto his knees before me, that devilish grin on his face growing as he pulls my arse to the edge, spreading my legs wide for him.
Before my brain can catch up, his lips are on my pussy, licking and sucking, devouring me in the best possible way. There’s no teasing, no build up, he just goes straight in with his tongue, and it feels so fucking good.
A loud moan rips from my throat as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and he quickly pulls back, glaring at me with a smirk.
“You better be quiet, slut. You don’t want someone to catch us, do you?”
He doesn’t wait for a response, he dives back in, licking and sucking me like he’s a dying man, and I’m the sustenance he needs to survive.
I have to use one hand to prop me up, grabbing hold of the bench behind me, so I don’t fall backwards, but I slide my free fingers into his silky hair, grasping the strands as I hold his mouth against me. My eyes screw shut as I bite my lip, trying hard to keep quiet.
My body reacts under his expert tongue, and I arch my back, rocking my hips against him as much as I can with his arms wrapped around my legs, keeping me still. As one of his hands snakes across my stomach, pressing me down, he releases the other.
Before I have time to question it, his finger is probing at my entrance. It slides in with ease, thanks to how wet I am after his assault with his tongue, and he quickly adds a second.
I whimper, trying frantically to keep quiet as he slides his long fingers in and out, getting deeper with each thrust, while his mouth continues sucking and licking my clit.
With the pace he’s going, it doesn’t take long before my body responds, climbing closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m so close,” I whisper-yell.
“Open your eyes, Mio. Look at me while I’m licking your cunt,” Marcus growls against my clit, before biting down on it just enough to make me cry out.
My eyes fly open, and I look down at him as he kneels between my legs. He’s staring up at me through hooded lashes, that have no business being so long, and his dark eyes make my core tighten.
I know he feels it around his fingers, as that smirk of his returns, and he keeps eye contact with me as he attacks my clit with his tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry out, before quickly slapping my hand over my mouth.
Marcus chuckles and the vibration against my pussy sends a shiver through me. He then starts curving his fingers in the perfect way, rubbing against the exact spot that only he seems to be able to find, and my movements become frantic as pleasure threatens to overtake me .
“Shit. Fuck. I need… Can I… Please, Marcus,” I beg, not able to form a proper sentence.
He chuckles again, and if I could risk taking the hand away from my mouth, I’d hit him with it.
“I don’t hear a question, slut. Your cunt is getting so wet, you must be close. Tell me what you want, like a good little whore.”
He blows against my clit, as he curls his fingers while they’re deep inside of me, and I see fucking stars, my eyes practically rolling as I gasp for air.
“Please, can I come? I need to come? I’m going to… right now,” I tell him, my begging becoming louder and more frantic as my orgasm draws closer.
Although I’ve learnt to control it to a certain extent, there are some times, like now, when the pleasure is just too intense, and I simply can’t hold back.
In truth, I also don’t want to. I want to feel how good this release will be as it crashes through me, and I’m starting to reach the stage where I’ll happily take a punishment as long as I get to come.
Marcus must realise how close I am, as his eyes fix on mine, burning just as fiercely as my own.
“Come for me, slut, but keep your eyes on me. If you close them, you won’t come for a week. I want to watch as my sexy little whore comes on my tongue.”
No matter how much I might want to close my eyes, I keep them fixed on him. I let him see the moment I lose control, as my orgasm hits me like a truck.
I bite down on the hand over my mouth, which just about dampens the cries of pleasure that echo softly around the room.
My whole body shudders beneath Marcus’ touch, and his fingers still as my pussy grabs hold of them, getting even wetter than I thought possible.
Marcus lavishes my clit with long, soft licks with the flat of his tongue, drawing out the feeling as my nub becomes even more sensitive than before.
I gasp for air as my body begins to relax, slowly coming down from my release. My brain feels like it’s floating away, distantly aware of the sting I feel when Marcus removes his fingers.
Before I can even register what’s happening, Marcus has lifted me up and spun me around, so that I’m bent over the bench I was sitting on just a second ago. My arse is in the air, my back arched, while Marcus uses his feet to nudge my legs wider.
The cool air hits my exposed sensitive pussy and I hiss, shivering from the sensations. Marcus leans over, covering my back with his body, passing on his warmth to me. I feel his hard cock pressing between my legs and I rock back into him.
I feel his breath against my cheek as he whispers in my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you now, Mio? ”
I nod rapidly, turning my face just enough that I can capture his lips with mine.
“Yes, please.”
Before I’ve even finished speaking, he pushes in.
He doesn’t take his time, he thrusts quickly until I’ve taken his full length, pausing only when he’s balls deep. I yelp at the sudden intrusion, which quickly turns into a groan as my pussy feels stretched and full, stinging just a little.
“So fucking tight,” Marcus growls, his hands grabbing onto my hips to keep me in place.
His hold is bruising, but I don’t care. I love seeing his marks on my body, but it’s nothing compared to how he reacts when he sees them.
It’s his way of claiming me, marking me as his, and I’d happily wear his bruises for the rest of my life.
“Please, fuck me,” I tell him, when the stretching sting in my pussy turns into a desperate ache.
“Such a needy little whore,” Marcus whispers into my ear, before sucking on the spot on my neck that makes me moan.
After a few seconds of holding still, he begins to move. He starts rocking slowly, pushing in a little deeper each time, and it’s the start of a beautiful yet maddening rhythm.
He then begins to pull out more, though when he pushes in, he does it at such a slow pace, I can feel every inch of him as he spreads me open.
“More, please,” I beg.
“More of what, slut? If you want something, be a good whore and tell me what it is.”
“I need it faster.”
Marcus chuckles at the desperation in my voice, but as always, he does as I ask.
He fucks into me quickly, jerking his hips as he hits deep inside, his balls rubbing against my clit in a maddening way. The sound of our skin slapping together mixes with my muffled cries, as I whisper-beg him for anything and everything.
“Such a good little fucktoy. You take my cock so well. Do you feel like a dirty little whore getting fucked in the changing room where anyone could walk in?” he asks, and I have to bite my hand harder to stop from moaning.
Almost as if they heard what he said, a loud bang on the door to the locker room has us both freezing. Marcus is balls deep inside of me, as we both turn to look at where the noise is coming from.
We can hear voices on the other side of the door, and it rattles like someone is trying to get in .
The handle goes up and down and my heart stops. Panic overwhelms me, and I try to move, but Marcus’ hold on me, and his dick that’s impaling me, prevents me from going anywhere.
Although the handle keeps going up and down, and the door shakes as the people on the other side try to get in, it thankfully doesn’t open. We hear them pressing loudly on the keypad, before one of them shouts about the code being wrong.
I try to pull away again, knowing we’re one correct code away from getting caught, but Marcus won’t let me move. He leans over and whispers in my ear.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mio?”
“We’re about to get caught. We need to get dressed,” I stress, my eyes going wide when he begins slowly moving inside me again, the head of his cock dragging over the spot deep inside that makes me see stars.
“We’re not going anywhere until you’ve come on my cock, and I’ve filled your tight cunt full of my cum,” he growls, pulling all the way out before thrusting in again.
“We’ll get caught,” I cry out, quickly covering my mouth with my hand again.
“Then you better make me come quickly, slut. I don’t care if they get in. They can watch you begging me to come, like the good little whore you are.”
My pussy flutters at his dirty words, and he chuckles.
“Didn’t know you liked the idea of people watching,” he says.
“I don’t,” I reply, but he shakes his head.
“Your cunt tightening around my cock says differently, love. Now, fuck me, hard,” he instructs, as he pulls my hips back, slamming me onto his cock.
After that, his movements become more frantic. I rock back onto his cock as he pulls me onto him, hitting me deep and fast, before pulling back and repeating the same motion, getting quicker each time.
As he thrusts into me, the head of his cock scrapes against my magic spot, and it’s not long until I’m on the edge again.
His balls slap against my clit, giving my overly-sensitive nub the attention it needs to help me reach my impending release quicker.
I can tell Marcus is close too, as his movements become more frantic, his breathing becoming ragged as he grunts and swears.
I’m distantly aware that someone is still trying to get into the locker room, but I’m so close to coming again that I can’t seem to find enough energy to care.
“Marcus. Oh, fuck. I’m going to… Can I come?”
He takes one hand off my hip and reaches out to gather my hair into his fist. He then pulls on it hard, forcing me to lift my body off the bench, my back arched for him as he yanks my head back.
I place my hands on the bench, giving me enough support to lift up further, which changes the angle of his cock in my pussy, and he seems to get even deeper than before.
Both of our moans mingle together, and I’m certain we’re being loud enough that the people on the other side of the door can hear, yet we don’t stop.
Marcus continues to fuck me hard, and the intensity of his deep thrusts, paired with the stinging pain on my scalp, pushes me further into my pleasure.
“I can’t stop it. I’m going to come. Please,” I cry out, long past caring if people can hear.
“Look in front of you, slut,” he instructs, and when I do as he tells me, I see us both in the mirror in front of us. He’s staring at us with a fiery gaze as he fucks me with such power.
“Oh, fuck,” is all I can say as I watch his face scrunch up, his abs tightening each time he fucks into me.
“I want you to watch as you come. Look at what a beautiful little slut you are, just for me. I want you to memorise the way you look, so you can dream about this. I want you to remember this moment forever,” he tells me, and it takes all of my willpower not to fall apart at his words.
“I will, I promise.”
I see the bright smile on his face in our reflection.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I breathe, not even pausing to think.
“Is this tight little cunt mine?” he growls.
“Yes! Please, fill it with your cum,” I beg, needing desperately for him to give me my release.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Come, now. Make sure you watch as I fill my cunt with cum, claiming you fully, slut.”
Before he’s even finished talking, my orgasm hits, and it’s more intense than ever before.
My whole body goes rigid before shuddering through my release. I see stars, and if Marcus hadn’t wrapped his arms around me, I’d have fallen face-first onto the bench.
As my pussy spasms around him, Marcus quickly finds his release right alongside my own. He presses in deep, roaring as his cum floods into my pussy.
As we both come down from the intensity of our orgasms, he presses little kisses along my spine.
We’re so caught up in our own euphoric bubble, we’d forgotten about the people trying to get in. That is until there’s a loud bang, like someone kicked the door, followed by yelling.
“Is someone in there? If you’re stuck and need help, call out.”
Marcus starts to chuckle, whereas I panic. “We need to get dressed.”
Marcus rolls his eyes, but gently pulls out of me, making me hiss at his absence.
“Only because I don’t want to kill anyone for seeing my girl in this state.”
I try not to smile, but hearing him call me his girl makes my stomach flip in the best way.
“I’m going to clean up real quick,” I say, pointing towards the bathroom, but Marcus grabs my arm, that mischievous look on his face again.
“No, you’re not. You can put your knickers back on, but that’s all. I want to know my cum is dripping from your pussy for the rest of the night,” he states as he hands me my black lace knickers.
“But, I?—”
“Don’t argue or I’ll punish you,” he threatens.
I glare at him as I take my knickers, sliding them on. I make a good show of being annoyed, but I’m actually really fucking turned on by the idea.
We both dress quickly, and each time I move, I can feel the mixture of our wetness seeping from me.
Once we’re dressed, Marcus pulls me in for a quick kiss.
“So, what do you think of our first date?”
I can’t help but laugh at the smug expression on his face.
“I’ve had better,” I tell him, though he knows I’m lying.
“Oh, now I really do have to punish you,” he tells me, and I regret my decision instantly.
Marcus then pulls open the door, finding two people on the other side, with a member of staff who looks perplexed, unable to understand why the door wouldn’t open.
As soon as they take one look at our dishevelled appearance, understanding dawns on them.
The man who had been trying to get in, and the male employee, both have matching amused expressions, but the female looks at me like I’m disgusting.
Although my cheeks flush redder, I refuse to feel shame. I hold my head high as I pull Marcus out of the room.
As I’m passing, I hear her mutter the word slut under her breath. I stop, leaning close enough so that just she can hear me.
“Don’t be bitter because my guy knows how to fuck me just right.”
Her startled expression makes my smile grow, and I let Marcus lead me out of the ice rink. He turns to me in the car park, awe clearly displayed on his face.
“I thought you might have been embarrassed, particularly when she called you a slut, but you handled it well. ”
I nod, feeling more confident than I have in a long time. “I don’t care. I am a slut, but only for you. She’s just jealous.”
He chuckles, pulling me in for a hug. “She has every reason to be jealous. She’s nothing compared to you. I’m a lucky guy that I get to call you mine.”
As my heart pounds out of my chest, he claims my mouth with his, and everything else in the world fades away, leaving just me and Marcus, in our own little bubble of bliss.