9. Clara #2
He smirks as he undoes his belt, and when his cock finally springs free, I let out a whimper.
He wraps his hand around his cock. “Is this what you want?”
“God, yes.”
He strokes his length.
My mouth waters as a bead of precum collects on the tip, and my tongue darts out to wet my lower lip.
“Fuck, love, don’t do that.” Marco rolls his fist over the head.
“What about if I did this?”
I part my thighs once again, only this time, my pussy must be so slick and swollen from my release that a look of agony passes over Marco’s face.
I look down at his cock. “I’m so ready for you.”
Marco tightens his hand around his cock and pumps his length, once, twice, and I fight the urge to reach between my legs at the sight.
Watching Marco touch himself is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
He growls as he steps toward me, looking at my pussy. “I love that I’m the one who did this. That I’m the one who makes you scream with pleasure.”
“Yes!”
He climbs onto the couch and settles his weight on top of me, one hand still wrapped around his cock, the other beside my head so he can brace himself.
All the tension, the fear of losing each other, it all melts away as Marco devours my mouth, the lingering taste of my arousal still on his tongue.
He kisses me like he’s claiming me, reminding me who I belong to.
Marco takes his time, teasing me with the tip of his cock back and forth along my core until there are tears stinging my eyes.
He’s making sure I know exactly who is in control, and I happily give in to him. And when he finally thrusts into me, it’s slow and deliberate, and complete perfection.
“ Marco !”
His lips brush my ear as I stretch around him. “This is where you belong.”
I claw at his back, biting my lip as he buries himself deep inside me.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” His breath is hot against my neck as he grunts, and my pussy clenches around his length at the sound.
The muscles in his back tense as he holds himself above me, devouring me with his eyes.
“Please.” I try to grind my hips, desperate for him to move.
But Marco only pulls back, sliding his cock out of me entirely.
A strangled sob escapes me at the emptiness.
But then he’s thrusting his hips and filling me once again, only this time, it’s even deeper.
“Yes!”
Marco braces one hand on the back of the couch as he lifts his torso, the other gripping my ass as he continues to thrust his hips.
He moves my right leg to his shoulder. “Fuck, yes.”
My body is completely limp with pleasure as he fucks me so deep.
It’s all I can do to keep my eyes open to admire his powerful body as he moves.
He looks down at me, at my bare breasts that bounce with each thrust of his hips. “So beautiful.”
I pant as I reach down between my thighs to start rubbing my clit.
“ Clara ,” he moans as his eyes focus on my hand between us.
“Don’t stop.” I apply more pressure to my clit.
He increases his pace so that it’s almost punishing.
My back arches off the couch as his cock grazes that sensitive spot inside my pussy that has me seeing stars.
“Come with me, Clara.”
I rub my clit faster as my release starts to build.
Marco’s brows are pulled together, a pained expression on his face, as he looks down to where our bodies are joined.
He grits his teeth. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
My mouth parts in a silent cry as Marco shudders, and then we’re both falling over the edge.
I arch off the couch, and Marco wraps an arm around my waist, holding me against his chest as he spills inside me.
“That’s it, Clara, take it all.”
My pussy pulses around his cock, eager for every last drop he can give me.
“Marco…” I cling to him, needing to feel him close.
“I’ve got you.”
My body continues to shake with the force of my release.
Only when we’re both gasping for air does Marco slide himself free.
“As much as the idea of getting caught fucking you thrills me, we should probably go upstairs,” he murmurs in my ear, and I can’t help but laugh.
My body and mind are so much lighter knowing that I haven’t lost him forever. But my need for him is no way near satiated.
I reluctantly untangle myself from him so we can get dressed.
Marco pulls on his pants and hands me his shirt to put on over my cami, though from the look in his eyes, I have a feeling that once we get upstairs, it’ll only come straight back off.
He takes my hand in his and leads me upstairs to his room.
But I’m barely on the bed before Marco is stripping back out of his pants.
When I go to remove his shirt, he shakes his head, his eyes darkening with need.
“I love seeing you in my shirt. Makes me so fucking hard.”
I bite back my smile as I move to lie on my front, lifting the shirt up just enough to expose my backside.
He groans. “You want me from behind, love?”
“Mhmm…” I wiggle my hips, causing Marco to growl.
I barely have a chance to look over my shoulder at him before he’s climbing on the bed and caging my body beneath his.
As he thrusts inside me from behind, I have to bite down on the pillow to muffle my cries so as not to wake Zoe next door.
Once we’re both completely spent, we lie tangled in the sheets, too wide awake to even contemplate sleep.
Marco eventually shifts onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he studies me.
“Tell me about your childhood.”
I blink up at him. “Why?”
“The more I know about Ben’s past, the better. It might help me figure out what his endgame is.”
I sigh, staring at the ceiling.
Does he seriously want to talk about this now?
“I don’t even know what to tell you. We used to be close when we were kids, but when Ben turned fourteen, everything changed.”
Marco watches me closely. “Changed how?”
“He started hanging out with the wrong people, which led to him getting in trouble.” I shake my head.
“At first, it was small things, like skipping school or stealing stuff from gas stations, but…then, it got worse.” My throat grows thick with emotion, and I have to take a couple of deep breaths.
“Eventually, it led to fighting and drugs, and well…the rest is history.”
I swallow, the memories coming in hard and fast as I think back to the day Ben got arrested.
“I hated him for it, especially for what it did to my mom. She tried so hard to save him, but he just kept pushing her away.”
Marco doesn’t say anything for a moment, then he reaches over to brush a strand of hair from my face. “When did you lose her?”
My chest tightens as I think of my mom. “I was eighteen. She died of cancer.”
His jaw flexes, but he stays quiet, offering me comfort through the slow circles he traces on my arm with his fingers.
“After that, I didn’t have anyone. Ben was already locked up, and I had no aunts or uncles to lean on. It was just me, and I guess that’s what pulled me to Adam a bit. But if I’m honest with myself, I guess I really haven’t felt like part of a family until Zoe came along.”
Marco pulls me closer, his arms tightening around me like a shield.
“You’ll never be alone again,” he murmurs against my temple.
Tears prick my eyes, but this time they’re not from sadness.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and tuck myself closer against him, letting his words sink in, letting the weight of them settle over me like a promise.