by T. L Smith
Marcus wipes at his lips. “I could get addicted to that taste,” he says while my hands hold on.
I reach between us to feel him near my entrance. He’s rock hard and I want him in me. Now. My hand grips his cock and I smile at the size of it. Pushing my pelvis up to meet him, he smirks.
“Needy, pretty girl?”
I am. I need him in me. He pulls back just as I feel him there. My hand drops, and I go to reach for him again, but he grips my hands and pulls them above my head. Then he lays on me, his cock right there, right fucking there. Damn him.
After a few moments, he pushes in, just the tip, then goes back out.
“In,” I say through clenched teeth.
Marcus smiles and does it again, just the tip, making my body crazy with need.
“In,” I say again, this time more desperate than the first time I said it.
He leans down and kisses my lips. I pull them away desperately while trying to arch my hips, but he’s lying on me so it does no good.
“Do you want me…” he pushes in again, but not far enough, “… to go in?” Then pulls back. I try to pull my hands free, and with the third tug Marcus lets me. I push at his chest, and he moves as I pull away from under him. Standing and hovering over him, so my pussy is in his face while he sits there with his cock hard and ready. My body’s dying in anticipation, it’s ready and wanting his dick in me.
Desperately.
Frantically.
My hands grip his head, and I wonder how he can be so composed. Isn’t he hungry with need like I am? Lowering myself down, I run my hands through his hair, then one hand comes between us reaching for his cock again as I position it between my legs and lower myself on it.
“Needy little bitch,” he says.
I don’t argue because I know I am very fucking needy. And the minute I’m on him my body rejoices in my neediness. And soon my hips start rocking, taking from him what I need. His hands, which were by his sides, grip my hips painfully and start rocking with me faster and faster. My legs wrap around his waist while our bodies are so close I can feel the sweat that’s between us.
Marcus bites my neck as I throw my head back, his teeth scraping along my skin, and I shudder on top of him. I start to slow as the pressure builds and I know I’m close again, but he doesn’t allow me to orgasm. I lift my head back up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies so dangerously close that all that’s moving now is my hips with his guidance.
I come. And I come hard. On top of him. My body exhausted and fully sated as he rides out his own release, only relieving some of the pressure on my hips as he stays holding me.
“Is this when I go home?” I ask, unable to move.
“No. This is where you stay, so I can fuck you all night.” Marcus stands up and takes me with him. He slides straight out of me and lifts me higher with my legs still around his waist as he starts walking up a set of stairs.
“I’m tired,” I say with a yawn.
“It’s okay, I don’t need you awake,” he teases, and it makes me laugh. “But I will be tasting paradise again.” I manage to lift my head and smile.
“You like me,” I say.
He throws me onto my back on the bed and stands at the end. Now I get the opportunity to get a good look at him naked. My eyes roam with appreciation. Somehow the scars on his upper chest make him even more attractive. His tanned skin, messy curly hair from my hands roaming through it, and his jaw, which is set in a hard line, define his gorgeous face.
This man is perfection.
A god.
“I like your pussy. Don’t get the two things mixed up. This is just sex. Tell me you know this is just sex, pretty girl,” he says, then crawls over the top of me.
I don’t know if what he said should affect me, I’m to fucked to care. When I don’t answer, he taps me on my nipple making, it sting.
“Tell me you understand.”
“I do. Just sex. Is it a deal?”
“Deal,” he murmurs.
Then he proceeds to do all the naughty things to me all over again.
And again.
Chapter Thirteen
Marcus
Rochelle’s hand lays on my chest as she traces the lines of a few scars, not once does she ask or question why they’re there.
I like that about her.
And I don’t like a lot of things.
Actually, I like very little in life.
Except her.
Blue eyes look up to me, and her hand stops moving over my heart. I fucked her twice, ate her sweet pussy, and still want more. I have to have more of her.
“Who are you, Marcus?” she asks.
Such a weird question from a beautiful girl.
Pushing her strawberry curls back behind her ear, I smile down at her. “Whoever you need me to be,” I reply.
She doesn’t need to know who I am. It would do neither of us any good to discuss it. She would run if she knew how fucked-up I really am. The only one who knows is my brother, and that was not by choice.
“I should have expected that answer from you, right?”
“Right.” I smile again.
“Why the crematorium?” she asks.
And that question takes me by surprise. No one has ever asked me why I do what I do.
“The dead don’t speak,” is all I reply as her blue eyes stare up at me.
Questions swirl in her eyes, and I wait for what she has to say next.
“You don’t like people?”
“No. And I especially don’t like talking.” Pulling away so she falls onto the bed, I stand and look down on her. “You know what this is, right?”
“Sex,” she answers.
“Yes, just sex.”
“What’s your last name?” Rochelle sits up, her beautiful, perky tits on full display.
“Stone.”
“Well, Marcus Stone, it’s a pleasure to fuck you.” She gets up and starts reaching for her clothes. I brought her bag up when she was in the bathroom, and now she’s riffling through it looking for clothes.
“Pleasure was all mine. But what do you think you’re doing?” I ask.
She pulls out a dress and slides it over her body. I walk to her, placing my hand on her shoulder to stop her from going any further.
Rochelle pulls back. “I’m going. Don’t worry, I’ll call a cab.” Reaching for her bag, she turns to leave, but I grab for her just in time.
“Stay?” I ask her.
“Why?”
I grab her hand and place it on my cock. “Stay.”
Rochelle drops her bag. “I’m only here for that.” The lie falls from her lips easily, and we don’t bring it up. Then she reaches up on her tippy toes and kisses me.
She’s demanding. I like that about her. Some women don’t know what they want. She does, and she takes it with no regrets. As she drops to her knees, her dress falls past her tits and touches the floor, making her naked once again, just the way I like her. She wastes no time wrapping her mouth around my cock and sucking. Her tongue feels like fucking heaven as she brings it to the top, circles my head, and takes me again.
I grip her strawberry-blonde hair and fuck her mouth. She lets me take control and soon she’s a puppet with lips so sinful taking me in.
When I come, she goes to pull away, but I keep her there and push every last drop into her mouth. When I am finished, I lift her with my finger under her chin.
“I work there because I like to cut the dead.” Rochelle’s eyes go wide at my words. “Some people have a hobby of dancing, mine is bodies, in all shapes and all sizes. I like to see what their insides are made of,” I tell her the truth.
“You…” She shakes her head. “You’re all kinds of fucked-up.”
“I told you this.” I make no lie of who I am. “But you’re only here for sex, and that’s all I will give you of me.”
Lies.
“Sex,” she mutters, then walks to the bed, pulling the covers back and getting in. “I n
eed sleep too.” Rochelle rolls over, giving her back to me, and I’m tempted to tell her to go to the spare room. The last person who slept in the same bed as me is dead.
And it was the last person I ever loved.
My mother.
Chapter Fourteen
Rochelle
I wake to someone nudging me, pushing me, and I try to ignore it, but it won’t go away.
“Fuck off!” I yawn, turning away, hoping it will help.
“Feisty in the morning.”
I sit straight up at that voice.
“Oh, she wakes.”
Marcus pulls the blankets away from me. “You have to be at work. Get up.”
Then he rushes around, puts my bag on the bed and walks out. He’s fully dressed, somehow, even down to his black boots. He’s like a whirling dervish and it spins my mind.
I search around for my cell and find it at the bottom of my bag.
Fuck, I have an hour to get to work.
Getting up, I slide my work skirt and shirt on, use the bathroom, and apply mascara before I pull my hair back into a bun. Sliding on my heels, I look back at his messy bed and don’t see anything I’ve left behind.
Walking down the steps, I see him standing in the kitchen, a paper in hand as he holds a coffee. He looks up at me, slides a coffee over, and goes back to reading.
“I didn’t know people still read the paper,” I say, taking a sip.
“I know what to expect coming into the crematorium this way.” The coffee burns as it goes down, then I look up at him. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
He closes the newspaper, reaches for his keys, and nods toward the door. I follow and climb into his truck.
“I’d like to see you again.”
“Not this week,” I say, remembering it’s my sister’s birthday, and I really let the ball drop on that last weekend.
“Why?”
“I have plans.”
He nods.
After a drive, we pull up out the front of my house. Marcus doesn’t make a move to get out.
“Well, thanks for the sex,” I say with a smile.
His lips twitch as he watches me, those sunglasses are back on his face again.
“Pleasure was all mine,” he says, as I shut the door and walk straight to my car.
Pleasure was all mine?
What the ever-loving fuck.
Tanika stands at my door the following afternoon, her hands covering her chest as she looks at me in my car. I look around and don’t see her car anywhere. Grabbing my bag, I walk up to her. She doesn’t look me in the eyes before she speaks. “I can’t stop,” she says, shaking. “I sold my car… for drugs.”
I groan. “What the fuck, Tan? Come inside.” I touch her, and she flinches. “Tan?”
“I don’t want to go inside with you,” she screams at me, drops her hands to her sides, then throws them up in the air. “I want to die. I want to escape. What I do not want to do is go inside with you.”
“Okay.” I hold my hands up. “Okay, we can do whatever it is you want.”
Sad eyes look up at me. “I want money.”
“You just sold your car,” I point out.
She scratches at her arm, and that’s when I see track marks from needles. I reach for it, pulling it up for closer inspection. “What the fuck is this, Tan?”
She pulls it back from me and shakes her head. “Just give me some money.”
“No,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “You need help. And if you need money for that, I will come with you to pay.”
She bites her lip at my words. “Fuck you. You’re always so up yourself. Do you know that? What, you think because you work for some hotshot lawyer and have your own house, you’re better than me?” she screams.
“I don’t think I’m better than you, Tan, and you know this.”
Angry eyes search my face before she steps closer to scream at me, “I’m going to fuck your man. I bet he won’t want you after I fuck him.”
“I don’t have a man,” I tell her.
“Reap. You like him. And I’m going to fuck him.” Black hair swings when she turns to walk away. I reach for her, and she swings back and hits me across the face, knocking me over so my ass lands on the grass. When she looks down at me, I wonder who she is. “If you ever touch me again, I’ll kill you. Or better yet, I’ll make sure Blaze kills you.”
Too shocked to stand, I watch as she picks up my keys that fell to the ground and she walks to my car.
“Get out of my car, Tan,” I say while standing. She smiles, closing the door, then locking it. I stand behind the car, so the only way for her to get out is to run me over, but she starts it and revs it, then she puts it in reverse and pushes me slightly.
I don’t move, my body now touching the car. “Get out of my car.” I reach for my cell and dial the police. “Last chance before I call the police on you, Tan. Don’t make me do this.”
She revs it again and pushes me harder this time, so I have to take a step back with the car, otherwise I will fall and she will more than likely run me over. Just as she does it again, hands touch and lift me.
I grip the hands, trying to get free.
“Stop it, you crazy woman.”
Then I’m placed back down on the ground. Marcus walks over to the driver’s side door and in one hit smashes my side window. I groan at how much that’s going to cost me to fix. Marcus reaches in, turns the ignition off, and takes the keys, throwing them my way before he opens the door and takes a crazy Tanika from the car while she screams at him. It’s then I notice his truck is parked behind my car, stopping her escape anyway.
Walking over to her while he holds her still, I look up at her. “That was a shitty thing to do, Tan,” I say.
She spits in my face.
Wiping it away, I step closer to her. “I’m not going to hit you because I love you, and I can clearly see you need help.”
“I don’t need help.”
“It’s sad that you think that way.”
“Pretty girl, reach into my pocket.”
I do as Marcus says and come out with his cell.
“Ring my brother.”
“She needs to go into a facility. She needs help.” His eyes pin me.
“Ring my brother. Now,” he demands.
I do as he says and hear Blaze’s rough voice come through.
“It’s Rochelle,” I say, as he says, “What’s up?”
“Why the fuck do you have his phone?”
I stifle an eye roll. “Look, asshole….” Marcus raises an eyebrow to me, “… your brother asked me to ring you. Not that I thought it was a good idea.”
“What the fuck is wrong with him, that he needs his pussy to ring me?”
“Because he’s currently holding down my friend as if he’s a prison officer.”
“Shit.” I hear movement and voices being raised. “Where are you?”
“My house,” I say, and he hangs up. I look back at Marcus’ cell then back to Marcus who’s still holding a struggling Tanika. “Your brother is a real dick, do you know that?”
“No, he’s not. But I bet you I can ride this dick,” Tanika says before she pushes back and starts rolling her ass over Marcus.
He makes a sound of disgust, and I laugh.
It makes her stop.
She lowers her eyebrows and squints at me.
“Marcus doesn’t like people much, and my bet is he doesn’t like you either,” I tell her.
He looks at me with a furrowed brow.
“What? You said it.” I shrug my shoulders.
“Oh, but he likes you, Miss I’m-too-good-for-everyone.”
“Lord help me, can we tape her mouth shut already?” I ask Marcus, who still has a hold on her but also watches me.
“Your friend,” is all he says.
“I could make you forget her.” Tanika tries again.
The rev of a bike comes down the street.
“What will he do wit
h her?” I ask Marcus. “I won’t just give her to him.”
“He has access to a facility. The mother of one of the guys is a nurse at a reputable one. Blaze can get her in, clean her up, and get her help with what’s happened.” I stare at him, his dark curly hair is messy today, but somehow it still looks like it was meant to be that way. His eyes continue to watch me as he holds her down.
What are we?
We can’t be just sex.
This can’t be just sex.
“Why now?”
“He tried to get her to go, but she wouldn’t.”
“Now she won’t have a choice,” Blaze says, walking over to where we stand. He takes Tan from Marcus’ arms as if she’s nothing, and Tanika starts crying the minute his arms go around her.
“I want to know where she’ll be.”
“You will,” Blaze says, walking with her. She’s a complete mess now. He gets her to the bike, then he shakes his head while putting the helmet on her head.
Hands that are rough touch my face, making me turn away from Tanika as he strokes my cheek.
“You need ice,” Marcus says.
I brush his hand away. I can’t have him being gentle, I don’t want him gentle. I want to keep him the way I see him in my head.
Bad. Very bad.
Just sex.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him while crossing my arms over my chest. Exhaustion is settling in, and I try not to let my body slump.
“I called you today, but you never answered.”
I was busy all day, and I’ve hardly had time to check my cell.
“I was busy,” I say, grabbing my bag and walking up the stairs. My face hurts and I know it’s going to bruise. “I don’t want sex, Marcus. I want to sleep.”
“What on earth were you thinking standing behind that fucking car,” he suddenly blurts out. I turn to face him, and he’s scratching his face like he can’t believe he just said that, but he waits for me to answer him all the same.
“She wouldn’t have hurt me.”
Marcus laughs, shaking his head. “Of course she would have. The woman’s on drugs, has been for a while now. Her thoughts aren’t her own.” He walks over to me, takes the keys from my hand, and walks to his truck. I watch as he pulls it up on the grass, then walks to me and places his truck keys in my hand, and walks back to my little red car. “Take my truck to work.” Then he gets in and backs out, taking my car with him.
