by Tabatha Kiss
I expect her to sit back but she doesn’t. She takes me deeper inside and I buck in surprise. Her cheeks cave and her tongue swirls around my sensitive tip, coaxing a moan out of me. I catch the devious glint in her eyes and I nearly fall to my knees right here and now. She wants to make me come. She wants me to come in her mouth so she can catch it on her tongue and...
I grab her hair with one hand, making a tight fist. She pulls back slightly but never lets my cock fall from her lips as I release over and over again into her warm mouth.
“Fuck...” I grunt as her tongue continues laving at me. She tilts her head back, letting my load fall into the back of her throat, and that visual alone makes my blood surge right back into my cock. “Fuck,” I say again. “I’m never letting you leave my hotel room ever again.”
Marla tries not to laugh as she swallows. “Was that okay?” she asks, innocently looking up at me.
“Was that...?” I stop and pull her up off the bench. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I crush my lips on hers, refusing to even give her an answer. Ridiculous questions don’t deserve answers.
I switch the water off and Marla flinches. Her eyes show surprise and curiosity, maybe a little nervousness, and I honestly can’t blame her for any as I pull her out of the shower and back to the bed with me.
I nudge her legs apart again with my knee and she chuckles. “I should probably get home soon,” she says, her wet hands roaming my back.
I tear another condom free from the pack and set it beside us. “No, you should stay here tonight.” I kiss her, nearly begging. “With me.”
Marla hesitates, her breath held tight in her breast.
“Please,” I say, really begging this time as I kiss her again. “Will you stay with me, Marla?”
I don’t want this night to end. I can’t stomach the idea of driving her home like I’ve done so many times before just to come back here alone. I won’t do it. Not tonight.
I need her.
She kisses me back and smiles as she says, “Down down baby.”
We’ll go all night.
Twenty-Nine
Marla
Oh, my god.
Three little words on an endless loop.
Oh, my god.
If I could articulate anything else, I would. If I could describe last night in any other way, I would. But...
Oh, my god.
That’s all I can think. Three little words flashing in front of my eyes before they’re even open.
I lost my virginity. It’s a strange phrase, if you really think about it. I lost it, as if it’s supposed to be a negative experience. Usually, when we lose track of something, we stop what we’re doing until we find it again. The car keys. Your favorite pen. A child, god forbid.
But my virginity? Sound no alarms here, folks. I know exactly where I last saw it. I know exactly who took it and why.
I left it with someone I trust.
I open my eyes and look around the hotel suite once again. The curtains are open, filling the room a bright, morning light. I feel warm and happy. And sore…
I look at Jonah lying beside me, his face gently smushed against the pure white pillow. His shaggy bedhead sticks upward and slightly to the left. His tattoos stand out, dark lines running wild along his arms. Strange to think I was touching them just a few hours ago...
I can touch them again right now if I really want to.
And I do.
I roll onto my side to face him, hands slowly diving beneath the bedsheet. My fingertips crackle with warm lightning before they even find him, sparking with static electricity. I run my hand up his side, letting it come to rest on his shoulder.
His muscles twitch and flex on their own, reacting to my warm touch—
“Cold,” Jonah suddenly grunts. “Cold hands.”
I retreat away. “Oh, sorry! Sorry!”
He turns onto his side and extends his arm toward me, successfully trapping me before I can slink even farther away. “Let’s heat you up...” he says, eyes still closed.
I submit between his strong arm and his firm chest. His legs slip around mine beneath the covers and his hand glides down to the small of my back.
Jonah brushes the tip of his nose along my cheek. “Morning,” he says.
I smile. “Good morning.”
Then, his eyes open. A thousand fears fill my gut all at once. What if he takes a look at me and he regrets it? What if he wishes last night never happened? What if he expected me to leave? What if—
He smiles and those three little words come roaring back.
“Oh, my god,” he says.
I flinch. “What?”
“I’ve forgotten what a good night’s sleep felt like,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
“Oh...” I chuckle.
He looks at me, drowsy yet completely attentive, as he runs a hand along my spine. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer, involuntarily shivering. “Are... you?”
His mouth grazes my chin, gently pursing to answer the question without words. My eyes flutter closed as his silence embraces my lips once, twice, and again. His touch abandons my back in favor of my hips and bravely curls around to my rear.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, kissing me again.
He pulls me closer to him, his touch turning as aggressive as his kiss. Our bodies entwine even more, the front of his thigh gently pressing between my legs and teasing a few dirty thoughts out of me.
“Jonah...”
He stops and turns his head away. “Sorry,” he says, a chuckle in his voice. “Can’t help myself.”
“You don’t have to stop,” I say. “I was actually going to ask... if... you wanted to... do it again.”
Jonah lifts his head. “You mean if I wanted to have some lazy morning sex with you?”
“We don’t have to,” I say quickly. “Just wasn’t sure where we stood after last night...”
His brow furrows. “Where do we stand after last night?” he asks.
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.”
“I’m feeling pretty good about us.”
“Oh, good.”
“Do you feel good about us?”
“I do.”
“Good.” He smiles and brushes my hair behind my ear. “And I’m very much in for that lazy morning sex if you’re offering.”
“You are?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“No reason.”
His head tilts, not buying it.
I swallow hard, eyes falling. “I wasn’t sure if I was any good, that’s all.”
Jonah smirks. “Oh, honey,” he says, nudging my chin up. “It’s not the girl’s job to be good.”
He kisses me once more, his mouth lingering on mine as we breathe each other in. I fall back into the pillows and let out a deep sigh as Jonah settles between my legs, his growing cock pressing hard against my inner thigh.
So, this is my life now.
Not bad, Gorchinsky.
Thirty
Jonah
“Jonah.”
That sound will never get old.
Marla’s gentle voice moaning my name, slightly muffled behind firm kisses. The swish of bedsheets as I ram into her over and over again. The groans on my own tongue as my loins pulsate in preparation for another perfect release. She’s so wet and warm and oh-so-fucking tight. Her skin is soft and salty. Her touch is more confident now. She takes hold of me without a second thought. She reaches between us to further her own pleasure, not at all embarrassed to play with herself in front of me.
I’ve created an adorable little sex monster.
Not that I’m complaining.
I slow down my thrust to keep from coming again before she can. The new steady movement makes her gasp and she gives me a quivering smile. “That feels so good,” she says.
I clench. My plan to go slower tempts to backfire on me as I now have a better view of her grinding her hand and my cock at the same time.
I feel every inch of her inside throbbing around me and I flex hard to concentrate. Thank god for the condom or else this sensation would have sent me over long before now.
Her belly trembles. Her thighs twitch against my waist. I smile and kiss her again, happy to put my own pleasure on hold just to see a moment of this.
“Jonah,” Marla moans into my mouth. “Don’t stop, please.”
She mewls and whimpers beneath me, pinned to my bed. I’d keep her here forever if she’d let me. My little fire-haired angel. My dirty partner in crime. My perfect muse.
“Marla,” I whisper.
If I could say more I would but that’s the only thing my brain can process right now. Just Marla. More Marla. More of her tight pussy in my warm bed. More of her sultry moans in my mouth.
Marla, Marla, Marla.
“I’m coming,” she gasps.
I feel all of it around my slow-thrusting cock. She clenches around me, squeezing so hard I see stars. I can’t hold back now. I come with her, burying my head in her shoulder as the rest of me breaks down.
“Fuck,” I say as soon as I’m able. Whether that be two minutes or two hours, I’ve no idea.
Marla laughs and combs her fingers through my tattered hair. “Fuck indeed,” she says.
I roll off her onto my back but I pull her with me. She comes to rest on my chest and I wrap my arms around her, embracing her loosely as we catch our breaths.
“I think I like lazy morning sex,” she says.
I laugh. “I do, too.”
“Better than last night. I mean,” she stutters, “not that there was anything wrong with last night’s...”
“I know what you mean,” I say. “You’re more relaxed now.”
She nods. “Yeah.”
I close my eyes, breathing in the moment. Warm limbs entwined. Thumping pulses. Satisfied bodies.
Perfect.
“But I’m sure there are, like...” Marla pauses, swallows, “other positions you want to do, right?”
I smile, picturing every one. “Did you have one in mind?” I ask.
She hesitates and I can practically feel the blood in her cheeks resting on my chest. “I don’t know,” she says quietly.
I chuckle. My nervous girl. “You’re right,” I whisper.
“I am?”
“I’d love to see you on top.”
“Really?”
“Riding me,” I say, lightly stroking her arm. “Watching you do whatever you like to me to get off. Hell yeah, that’s hot.”
“I guess when you put it that way...”
“Or bending you over.”
She inhales sharply. “Yeah?”
“Face down. Ass up.” I growl softly. “Seeing my cock pump in and out of you from behind.”
Her breath quivers. From pure lust or nervous tension, I can’t be sure.
I guide her head up and kiss her forehead, nose, and mouth. “No rush,” I say. “I want you to want it, too.”
“How do I know what I want unless I try it first?” she asks.
I raise a brow. “Good attitude.”
“When I think about taking the next steps with you, I’m not afraid,” she says with a smile. “I trust you.”
I kiss her again, a deep and grateful kiss. “I’ll take care of you, Marla,” I whisper. “Anything you want, just say the word and it’s yours.”
And I mean anything.
She knows what I mean. Her eyes briefly flash with that stubbornness I’ve come to know so well but it doesn’t last. She kisses me back. Her hands come to rest on my chest and just as I silently beg for her to move them lower, she does. Fingers crawl down my abs, heat blasting off me as if she’s striking matches on my skin.
My stomach growls loudly and she stops. Our lips part and we laugh together at the sudden interruption.
“Hungry?” she asks.
“I guess so. How about you?”
“I could eat.”
I kiss her cheek, still holding her close. “Do you want to head down to the restaurant or order up?”
“You mean do we continue our wonderful, private time together or do we make it very obvious to everyone on the morning staff that I spent the night in your room?” she asks.
“Tough choice, I know.”
She bites her cheek. “Kinda leaning toward the public display, actually...”
Another kiss. Another smile. “I’ll put on some pants,” I say.
“Me, too.”
We roll off opposite ends of the bed but instantly stall as we try and locate our clothes. I hand her her jeans and she fishes her underwear out of one of the legs first. As she slides them on, her phone tumbles out of her pocket and I reach down to grab it for her.
“Thanks,” she says.
I bow and lean down to step into my own jeans.
“Oh, god...”
I zip up and look at her. Her face is white, mid-drained of all color as she swipes the screen with her thumb.
“What’s up?” I ask, abandoning my search for a shirt.
Marla doesn’t reply. Her eyes stay glued to her phone in her now shaking hands.
“Marla?”
“I have to go,” she says without looking up.
“Wait...” I step toward her as she grabs her bra and shirt. “Marla, what happened?”
“I don’t know...” She fidgets in a growing panic as she dresses herself with one hand, the other still clenching her phone. “My brother is hurt.”
“Hurt how?”
“I don’t know. Something about an ambulance and Dave needs stitches and I don’t know!”
“Marla, calm down.”
She stumbles back to find her shoes. “I can’t, I have to go home.”
I take hold of her shoulders, forcefully making her stand still. “Marla, stop. It’s okay—”
“We don’t know that,” she says over me.
“Let me see your phone.” I extend my hand. “Please.”
She drops it into my palm and shifts away to continue getting dressed while I check her messages from the last night. Nine missed calls and voicemails, all from her mother. Texts of SOS and Where are you? flood her inbox until about four in the morning when the last one just says We’re home now. Guess we’ll talk when you get here.
“Seems like whatever happened wasn’t too serious if they’re home already,” I say, trying to keep her calm but Marla still moves with that same panicked step. “I’m sure Dave’s fine.”
Marla snatches the phone back and shakes her head. “No, this isn’t fine, Jonah. This is far from fine. I should have been there instead of...” Her voice catches and she turns away again with her purse in hand. “I have to go.”
“Wait, Marla.” I follow her toward the door. “Whatever happened wasn’t your fault. Kids get hurt sometimes. Especially boys. I can show you some scars to prove it.”
She yanks the chain out and pulls the door open. “I was supposed to be there, Jo. The whole reason why I left this hotel in the first place was so that I could be there more but I let myself...” She pauses, her eyes barely finding mine. “Thank you for last night, Jo, but I have to go now.”
“I’ll drive you home,” I say.
“No.” She continues into the hall and tries to let the door close behind her.
“Wait—” I grab it and follow her out. “Please.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“It’ll be faster.”
“I honestly think slower is better right now,” she says. “Gives me a chance to figure out what the hell I’m going to say to my mother.”
“All the more reason to let me come with you. I’ll explain—”
“Jonah, stop.”
She taps the elevator call button repeatedly, her face still pointed far away from mine.
“Marla, please look at me,” I say. She keeps tapping the button so I reach out and grab her hand. “Marla...” She turns and my chest clenches when I see her red, puffy eyes staring back at me. “It’s gonna be okay,” I whis
per as the elevator dings with arrival. “Just let me come with you and—”
The doors slide open and I notice a tall man standing there in my peripheral vision. For a second I think it’s my father but no, it’s just the next best thing.
My oldest brother, Graham, shifts back a step as his eyes bounce between me and Marla. He seems tired with a well-grown shadow on his cheeks and a worn-out garment bag draped over one arm, obviously returning from his long business trip to the Great White North.
“Uh...” He blinks at us. “Hi.”
I sigh. “Hey.”
“Hi, Graham,” Marla says, bobbing her heavy head.
“Hey.” His concern falls on Marla. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yes,” I say.
“No,” she says as she pulls her hand from mine and steps onto the elevator. “I was just leaving.”
“Marla,” I pause, nearly defeated as Graham steps off around me, but I’m not ready to give up yet.
“Go back to your room, Jonah,” she says, slapping the lobby button. “I’m fine.”
“Will you call me later?” I ask.
She hesitates. “I’ll try.”
“That’s not—”
The doors close and I curse quietly to myself as I lightly bash my head once against the golden wall.
“Hey, so...” Graham clears his throat behind me. “I know I’ve been gone a while, but... you and Marla?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“Finally.” He snorts. “Thought you’d never notice her.”
I raise my head, annoyed with myself. “I should have gotten on, shouldn’t I?” I ask, looking at him. “This is the part where I chase her down, right?”
He bats his eyes, still very confused. “I’m not going to pretend to know what that was about, but yes. Generally, this is the part where you go after her.”
I nod, feeling a burst of motivation. “Thanks.”
“But... I’d suggest a shirt first.” He looks down. “And perhaps some shoes.”
I start toward my room but stop to search my empty pockets. “I locked myself out,” I realize. “Dammit.”
