“You’re mine.” I have to fight the urge to shudder because even though his voice is low, the way he says it is almost savage. I let out a surprised yelp when he grips my waist and hauls me up so that he’s eye-level with my chest.
Sophie’s gone, and we haven’t broken the couch in yet, so I’m all for this display of sexual affection. I pinch the hem of my negligee between my fingers, ready to whip it off so we can get busy.
“No.”
“Huh?” I go to lift it over my head again.
“No. Leave it on,” he orders. “I want you like this.”
Before I can fully process the meaning of his words, he bends his head to my breast and sucks one silk covered nipple into his hot wet mouth while he cups my other breast in his big hand, squeezing, firming, plumping it ready for him. The breath whooshes out of my body when he draws my hardened nub between his teeth and lashes at it with his wicked tongue.
“Mark, Mark, I—“ I can’t speak. I can barely form words at this point because even though I’m on top, straddling him, he’s holding my body steady and controlling my position. When I try to grind against him, he laughs roughly and his palm sharply connects with my ass, working me even further into a frenzy.
He pauses in his ministrations and looks at me. “Tonight, you don’t control shit Princess.”
I open my mouth to set him down, but then he repeats his sensual assault on my other breast, and I lose track of what I want to say. I can’t really move, all I can do is arch farther into his mouth and thread my fingers through his hair. One hand wanders between my legs and he strokes me through the material. “So wet,” he mutters against my skin. “All for me.” He yanks my panties to the side so his index finger can circle against the naked flesh of my clit and I whimper.
The ache inside me expands, and the emptiness is sharp. I need him inside, I need him to fill me, but he’s got other ideas. He palms the length of my pussy before trailing his fingers up so he’s at my clit once again. “I’m going to make you scream, sexy girl,” he warns darkly, but I’m still unprepared when he places the rough pad of his fingers on either side of my clit and starts to tap quickly back and forth like he’s playing the piano. I babble nonsensically, desperate to move my hips, but he tightens the one hand he’s got on my waist, bearing me down on his hand.
And then he makes good on his promise.
He pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger while his other hand sharply connects with my ass once more, and I scream so loud, the neighbors are bound to hear.
But I don’t care because I’m riding the wave of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life.
Yet he still doesn’t let up on me. He’s determined to turn me into a complete mess because he thrusts two thick fingers into me while his other hand fumbles at his belt.
When he finally frees his cock, it’s thick, hard, and pulsing. I reach for it, but he swats my hand away and reaches for his wallet all the while pumping his fingers into me. I’m surprised when he hands me the condom.
“Put it on me,” he orders.
Don’t mind if I do.
But that’s all he allows me to do because when I move to put him inside me, he brushes my hand aside again. Instead, he wraps his hand around his dick and pumps a few times before he strokes it back and forth across my entrance. He pulls me down for a raw, carnal kiss and feeds me the first few inches of his cock. I let out a long moan of appreciation, but then he abruptly pulls out and goes back to rubbing himself across my slit. “Did I work that pussy up good?”
“Yes…”
“Did I get you hot for my cock, sexy girl?”
“Yes! Fuck me!”
He laughs. He fucking laughs. “Beg me for it.”
I ignore him and decide to put him inside me myself, but his hand wraps around my wrist. He presses a soft kiss against the sensitive skin of my neck before he trails his teeth across it. “What are you trying to do baby?”
I start to claw at him in an attempt to force him in but he has none of it. He keeps teasing me, raking his teeth across my skin, stroking his cock against me and pressing against my clit with his thumb. Finally, finally, he positions himself once more at my opening. “Is this what you want? Are you going to be a good girl if I give it to you?”
Whimpering, I give up. “Yes. Yes.”
I cry out when he gives me two inches.
“Do you want more?” he whispers hotly against my skin.
“Yessssssssss.” The word tears from my throat in a long, needy moan.
“Please Mark. Please, I’m begging you. Please fuck me, please give me—” I scream again when he pushes my body down and slams up into me. It dawns on me that throughout this whole ordeal, he’s also made himself crazy because he drives deep inside me with hard, punishing thrusts.
I’m so worked up, release is on me in an instant. It’s like an earthquake inside my body. My thighs burn and tremble leading up to it, and then it feels like an explosion of stars, intense and far reaching. Flashes of color explode behind my closed eyes, and I’m helpless to control my body against it. I have no barriers right now, every piece of me is stripped raw and naked.
And throughout it all, he keeps his hands on my waist, lowering and raising my body like he’s using me as a slave for his pleasure. When I finally come down, I clench my muscles tightly around him.
“Fuck…” he breathes raggedly, so I do it again, and that’s what finally sends him over the edge. He seals his mouth over mine and wraps his arms tightly around me, whispering words of praise and appreciation as his body jerkily releases into mine.
Long moments pass before either one of us regains our breath. When I can finally speak, I say, “Wow.”
“Wow,” he agrees with a small smile.
“We should have a fight. Every. Single. Day.”
Liz
“I can’t believe you thought Mark and I were hooking up,” Charlotte shouts at me from across the table.
My cheeks heat while I turn to glare at Mark, who is sitting next to me in the booth. I still can’t believe he told her what I’d assumed when I saw them in the grocery store.
Asshole that he is, he smirks before taking a sip of his beer.
I temper my embarrassment and smile sweetly. “You know what? I’m surprised too. I should have known Mark would never have been able to pick up a hot co-ed.”
My dig brings me no satisfaction because Mark sets his large hand on my bare thigh and starts to trail his fingers up my skin. He leans close so his lips touch the sensitive lobe of my ear and I clench my thighs together hard because his nearness plus his clean, wonderfully masculine scent, plus the fact that his fingers are trailing to my happy place is starting to get me worked up in a completely different way.
“Now Princess, you’re right, but the only reason I’d never be able to pick up a hot co-ed is because I wouldn’t even try. Why would I have to do that when I could have the world’s most perfect pussy any time I want?” he whispers for my ears alone. My body tenses when he works his hand between the vise created by my thighs to slide his index and middle fingers under the lacy fabric of my panties so he can apply pressure against my clit.
I’m utterly speechless, but I’m also grateful that we’re sitting in a corner, and the way we’re currently situated means that no one can see what he’s doing.
Correction—what I’m letting him do.
Each and every time I think I’ve got one over on him, the man one-ups me. It’s ridiculous and ridiculously hot and I’m close to not caring about anything else except dragging him off to the nearest bathroom so I can lock the door and jump him.
Just as quickly, he pulls his hand away, but not before murmuring that he’ll take care of me once we’re alone.
He chuckles when I pinch him hard and shoot him a threatening look that says he’d better take care of me or he’ll be on the opposite end of his glock.
My brain is still mush, but it�
�s not that mushy because I can still hear Sophie’s groan from across the table next to Charlotte. She leans over to her booth partner and confides, “Don’t mind them, they do this all the time.”
Now I shoot Sophie a dirty look. To avoid saying anything, I tip my glass to my lips only to find my beer is gone too.
“I’ll get you another one babe,” he says gruffly, rising. “Ladies—another round?”
Sophie and Charlotte both shake their heads “no”. Before Mark leaves, he pins me with an intensely hot, dark stare that promises I’ll be losing several hours of sleep later on. That little stunt he pulled got him just as worked up as I am because the cadence of his breathing has changed, and his muscles are tense.
I reply to his stare with one of my own that tells him I’m looking forward to being the willing recipient of anything and everything he plans on doing to me later on. My heart flutters when he tips his chin at me and turns to walk the path to the bar.
“Jesus Christ,” Charlotte exclaims. “You two are, um…intense.”
I drag my eyes away from Mark’s perfect ass to look at his cousin. She stares at me with wide green eyes.
It’s weird seeing the little girl I used to play with in the summertime all grown up. She’s petite, shorter than Sophie who can still fit into children’s clothes, with long blonde hair naturally highlighted by the Texas sun. The girl is just plain gorgeous with a wide, generous mouth and high, model-like cheekbones.
“Oops. Sorry Charlotte,” I apologize.
“Pshhh. She’s not really sorry,” Sophie says, waving a dismissive hand in my direction.
“I am too!” I cry.
She turns a wry look in Charlotte’s direction. “Look, I’m just glad that you’re related to Mark, because if we were sitting alone right now, she’d be regaling me with play-by-plays of their sexual adventures.”
“Sophie!” I realize a little belatedly that my normal, sweet best friend is two sheets to the wind, and if I don’t get some water in her soon, she’ll throw up the third sheet in no time. I shove my glass of water at her. “Drink this,” I order.
Her pretty mouth twists. “Oh Liz, trust me, I’m not plastered or anywhere close to being plastered. This is called fair play.” She winks and turns back to a scandalized but excited Charlotte.
“Really?” Charlotte squeals. “This is so awesome!”
I glare at Sophie. “I only share that information with you because I’m giving you tips. Plus, you should be happy for me.”
Her smirk turns into a soft smile. “I am happy for you. So incredibly happy for you.”
“Me too! I never thought Mark would fall in love. I’m so glad you guys found each other…although, what does Grams have to say about this?”
I can’t answer her because my mouth stopped working once my ears heard the name “Mark” and phrase “fall in love.”
I swallow hard. “No, we’re just dating. We’re together and we’re with each other, but he’s not in love with me.”
Charlotte’s nineteen-year old eyes suddenly look decades older. “And let me guess, you’re not in love with him either.”
I shake my head. “No, I mean, I care for him. It’s fun, we have fun together, and we’re in an exclusive relationship, but it’s nothing that serious.” As I speak the words, the realization hits me that they’re lies because they feel plain wrong coming out of my mouth.
Yes, the sex is amazing, but this—this thing consuming me, is all Mark. It has nothing to do with the way he looks and everything to do with who he is.
Mark is a good man—no, he’s the best man. He’s the kind of man who’ll put on a circus for children just barely surviving in a war-torn country. He’s a man who doesn’t take bullshit—not anyone else’s and especially not mine.
A man who buys groceries for his grandmother every week and refuses to take a dime from her.
A man who’s helping to pay for his cousin’s college tuition because after Charlie lost both of her parents in an accident last year, she discovered they’d been heavily in debt and they’d been using credit to pay for her schooling—there was no college fund.
So Mark and his brother gave her one.
He’s handsome and strong in ways that have nothing to do with how he looks.
Images, words, memories—everything that I know and feel is whirling around my mind like a tornado and it’s getting harder to breathe.
And just like that, reality comes crashing down around me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This was supposed to just be fun, I wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
Liz
“You okay, Princess?”
I nod and smile, but the look in his eyes tells me he doesn’t buy it. Then he outright tells me so himself.
“I don’t buy it. You’re too quiet which means you’re either up to something you know I’m not going to like, or something’s weighing heavy on your mind. Either way it’s best if you ‘fess up and share now.”
I pause in removing my earrings and turn to look at him. His large frame takes up most of the space on his queen-sized bed, and he’s got his arms folded behind his head. With every breath I take, my heart breaks a little, because I know I’m not good enough for him.
I’m too flighty, I’m too brash, and I’m too fucking scared of everything.
He arches an arrogant brow at me in a silent command that I need to start talking and start talking soon.
I know I’ve been subdued since before we left the bar.
Sophie shot me worried looks for the rest of the night, and when we left, she pulled me behind so Mark and Charlotte could walk ahead and she could apologize. I assured her that she didn’t offend me, I mean, look at me—I’m the toughest person to offend. She laughed at that, but I could tell she was still worried when she got in her car and drove off.
Mark and I dropped Charlotte off at Bertha’s, where she was staying for the next two weeks, before we headed back to the complex. During the entire car ride, Charlotte filled the silence, chattering excitedly about her classes, her upcoming plans for the end of her summer break (the girl is a saint, she’s going on a volunteer trip to help poor kids in Guatemala), and hoping she could land a decent job over the summer because she didn’t feel like scooping ice cream at Baskin Robbins again.
In other words, she was utterly charming, and I felt awful I didn’t contribute much to the conversation, but when we dropped her off, she gave me a tight hug and told me she couldn’t wait to see me again. She giggled too, because Bertha happened to be standing inside by the window, peering out at us, and when I waved cheerfully at her, she scowled and moved away.
I took comfort in the fact that some things never change.
I’ll take comfort wherever I can get it, because at this point, I’m completely out of my element and I have no idea what to do.
“Baby,” Mark says softly, reminding me that I haven’t answered him.
How do I tell him I’ve fallen in love with him, and I don’t know what to do? That I’m confused? That I’m terrified because he’s got the power to break me?
Instead, I slip off my pretty pink cardigan before laying it over his dresser. I slowly start to inch towards him, desperate to convey with my eyes and body what I can’t with words. Next, I pull my navy and white striped dress over my head.
I don’t bother to lay that anywhere; I just toss it on the floor.
He watches me, his eyes warm with appreciation as I continue on my journey to him, unhooking my bra before finally slipping off my panties. When I’m completely naked, I pull my hair out of its ponytail and shake my hair around my shoulders before I crawl onto the bed and sit, folding my knees underneath my body.
He must sense that I need that moment, because his erection tents in his pants, but he doesn’t pull me in his arms. He just lays there and watches me with banked fire in his eyes.
I reach out my hand to brush a lock of errant hair from his forehead. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur. “Do you know the first time I
saw you, all I could think was that you were a work of art?”
He doesn’t answer me, but his hand shoots out and he grabs mine, stilling it from moving any further but also twining his fingers between mine.
“Need you baby,” he whispers, his voice low and husky.
I bend my head so that our lips touch, and in the process, my hair falls so that it’s a curtain around us, shielding us from the world.
“I think I need you more,” I whisper.
I lose my breath when he rolls me underneath him a second later. He pulls my hands over my head and easily captures both of my wrists in one hand.
“You’re mine Elizabeth.” His eyes bore into me, accompanying his words as they travel to the very depths of my being.
He presses his mouth against mine, and at first it’s gentle. Light, sweet kisses as soft lips feather across mine. I open my mouth, ready to take more, and he gives it to me. I can’t explain how the kiss turns from soft, almost teasing to desperate and hungry, but it’s there. He consumes my mouth, his tongue thrusting inside to take and conquer before slipping out to tease and taunt.
His other hand starts to wander along my body, stopping here and there to apply pressure to pleasure points. He thumbs one hard nipple before lightly pinching the other only to continue along the path of my ribcage, stomach, and pelvis before his hand is once again hovering above my pussy.
An impatient sound escapes my throat and he laughs when I eagerly part my thighs in an effort to spur him to action.
He chuckles against my mouth and thankfully gives me what I want.
I’m dripping wet, and I don’t need to feel it because I can hear it when he slides two fingers deep inside, curling them forward in the way I love.
He releases my wrists so he’s able to move his hand down, right above my pubis where his fingers are curled and pressing outward before he uses the heel of said hand to apply pressure outward so the sensation intensifies.