Marked

by Charisse Spiers

  "No. For some reason you never smell of sweat. I love the way you smell and taste, even after you work out. It's why I get so paranoid about where you've been."

  My mouth drops slightly. Well okay then. He stops as his palms reach the inside of my knees and he pushes outward, spreading my legs open for him. He presses his lips on the inside of my thigh, inching upward. All thoughts halt as he reaches the outer edge of my pussy lips. He hovers over my pussy and shoves his tongue inside, before he begins thrusting in and out, tongue fucking me. I moan and spread my legs as far as they will go, the outside of my knees almost resting against the tabletop.

  Pressing down firmly, he runs his tongue up my center until he finds my clit, that magical button that leads to so much pleasure. He moves one hand to the top skin and pulls up, uncovering it completely to give him better access. I know exactly what he's about to do. I welcome it. Closing his mouth over my clit, he sucks it into his mouth, causing me to scream out and buck my hips upward.

  As if that's what he's been waiting for, he shoves two fingers from his free hand into my pussy, thrusting as deep as he can go, submerging his fingers completely. "Harder," I scream out through clenched teeth. It feels so good I can't breathe.

  He does as I ask and finger fucks me as fast and hard as he can, rubbing my clit in suction back and forth between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. I grab his hair in my hand, pulling from the overwhelming amount of blood flow. "That feels so good. Don't stop. I'm almost there."

  My orgasm starts to build, and at the exact moment I start to fall over the edge he sucks me so hard that it hurts, but also feels so fucking good. I slam his head against me and close my eyes, as I get lost in my orgasm, allowing it to consume my mind. When my clit becomes sensitive, signaling the end, he pulls his hands from my pussy and stands upright with a shit-eating grin on his face.

  "Fuck. You came all over my fingers. Next time it's going to be my tongue."

  He kicks off his shoes as he starts to unbutton his shirt, while he stares down at me, working the buttons through the slits quickly until it's in a heap on the floor. Next comes his belt, jingling as he pulls the leather through the buckle. His black pants fall to the floor where he steps out of them. His dick is fully hard, springing free as he drops his boxers. Last are his socks. He likes to be completely naked when we fuck. I sit up. "Where's the condom?"

  He reaches down and pulls it from his pocket, showing the packet to me. I reach out and take it from him with a smirk on my face. Placing my palms on the table, I hop off, now standing before him. I rub my fingers through the light brushing of blonde chest hair, confirming how much of a man he really is. Surprisingly, I kind of like it.

  I grab his dick in my hand and start stroking it, rubbing my thumb through the bead of cum at the head. "I want in," he says.

  "Good things come to those who wait."

  I squat, kneeling on my knees to become level with his cock, quickly taking the head inside my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head, wetting it, before relaxing my throat and taking all of him. I grab his ass for leverage and begin to suck, working him up. He loves when I suck his dick, but he never makes it very long before shoving his dick ball-deep inside of me. He moans out, grabbing my hair and twisting. "Put the fucking condom on, Lux, or else you're getting it bare."

  Releasing his dick from my mouth, I tear the wrapper open with my teeth. I remove the condom and roll it on his dick, before standing to my feet. "How do you want it, Callum?"

  "First, I want you wearing something that is mine." He walks over to his suit jacket and removes something, bringing it back to me. "Turn around and move your hair."

  I do as I'm told.

  His hands come around my neck and something cold touches my chest. I look down and place my hand over the large teardrop made from a yellow diamond, surrounded by white diamonds. My mouth drops. It had to have cost a fortune. He fastens it at the back of my neck and kisses my shoulder. "I love it," I whisper.

  "You said your favorite color is yellow, so now you have something to remind you of me when I'm gone." He clamps one hand on my hip and the other covering my breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. "Bend forward, angel."

  Hell yeah. I love when he takes me from behind. He moves his hand from my breasts around to the back of my shoulder. I grip the edge of the table and bend over it, my breasts rubbing against the polished wood. Placing the head of his dick at my entrance, he thrusts forward until there is no space between us, grunting as he does. "Fuck. You still feel as good as the first time."

  He starts to pull out and thrusts back inside, not harsh enough for my liking. I need it hard. I need him to fuck me like he means business. "Callum, fuck me. Hurt me. I want to feel you in my fucking throat."

  He growls out, trailing his fingers down my back until it's resting on my free hip. He squeezes them in unison. "Dammit, I love when you talk dirty." He lifts my hips until I'm standing on my tiptoes, giving him better leverage. My head bends backward as he picks up pace, slamming his hard cock into my pussy. I can feel his balls slapping against the bottom of my ass. "It's not going to take me long. Touch yourself."

  Placing my palms flat on the table, I lift my upper half giving me some space, before pressing my middle finger to my clit. He knows it doesn't take me long to get myself off, but he wants me to come again. I start to massage in circles, moaning out as I let the feeling overcome me. He continues fucking me harshly, sure to leave a sore spot. His hand returns to my breast, pinching my sensitive nipple. Since I had them done they are more sensitive compared to what they were before.

  My orgasm starts to build. I get faster to match his speed. "Oh fuck. I'm going to come. Harder," I scream.

  "That's right, baby. Squeeze that beautiful pussy around my dick. I want to feel you come."

  My pussy muscles begin contracting as I fall into orgasm, closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling before it ends. He pinches my nipple harder, knowing it makes my orgasm more intense. "Fuck, that feels good," he groans out, breathless as he stills inside me, relieving himself inside the condom.

  Never pulling out of me or removing his hand, he pulls back until my back is flat against his front. "This never gets old. I will do whatever it takes to keep you mine. Remember that."

  I turn my head to look at him and he kisses me. He pulls out, leaving me standing here naked so that he can dispose of the condom, taking his clothes with him. As he disappears into the room his phone chimes six times in a row. Maybe it's an emergency. Shit, who else blows someone's phone up like that? That's annoying as hell.

  I reach into his pocket and grab it. The screen is already lit up from the notifications. Each message is short, so you can read the message in its entirety without unlocking the phone. My eyes widen.

  Kyla: Where are you?

  Kyla: You told me you wouldn't go out of town this week.

  Kyla: It's our 8-year anniversary, Callum.

  Kyla: Your duty as my husband is to at least spend our anniversary with me. I miss you.

  Kyla: Fuck, you can take off one damn week. I had something important to tell you.

  Kyla: I'm pregnant, Callum. We're having a baby. I love you. Call me.

  My hands start to shake. I'm fucking a married man. Oh, God. My hard limit has just been crossed, and it wasn't even by choice. The phone goes off one last time.

  Kyla: I'm trying to respect your space. I just really wanted to make tonight special. I'm just hormonal. Please don't be mad.

  "What the fuck are you doing with my phone? You know I don't like that shit. I don't go through yours."

  My teeth clench together as if I could shatter them any second. I look up at him, now fully dressed, and suddenly he's not the sexy as hell man that makes my life interesting and fun. Right now he's a fucking cheater. There is one thing that I hate more than anything in this world: a cheater. His head has just become a target.

  Before thinking, I sling it forward as hard as I can. "What the fuck, Lux?" He darts to the
side just in time for his phone to slam against the wall instead of his head.

  "You're fucking married? How could you not tell me that? Did you not think that I deserved to know that vital piece of information? Let me get this straight, dumbass. You don't want me to fuck someone else, all while you're at home coming inside of another woman?"

  He runs his fingers through his hair as if he's suddenly stressed. "Lux, I can explain. Let me explain." He starts to walk forward and I hold my hand up. I can't even find words right this second.

  "My parents pretty much forced me into it in order for my dad to turn the company over to me. Her family is wealthy also, and essential to this company. I've never loved her. In fact I put off marrying her as long as I could. I've never cheated on her...until you. You were there that night and you looked sexy as hell. You had that I don't give a shit personality and you wanted me as much as I wanted you. You made it very clear. I couldn't fucking help myself. I thought it was going to be a one-time thing, but then I wanted more. Shit, I was going to tell you. I hardly even touch her since I met you and I work extra hours so I don't have to go home. I was trying to work out the details of what would happen financially when I left her. I need you to understand. I need you to trust me. I love you, Lux. Dammit. I fucking love you. I didn't plan this, but now here we are. It's already done. Just give me time to leave."

  I just found my words.

  "You don't hardly touch her my ass. If you are planning to leave someone you don’t fucking come inside of her. While your fucking wife was plotting a night on your anniversary to tell you she was pregnant with your baby, you're here...fucking me, you sorry son of a bitch. I may go after rich men, but I have fucking standards. Married is fucking married, in every state, country, and continent. You made a covenant. I can't even look at you right now. If you were unhappy you should have left first."

  "What?" He suddenly looks confused.

  "What part of I just found out you're married and expecting a baby was unclear? I feel dirty and disgusting. I fucking suck your dick and let you eat my pussy, in assumption that we are monogamous. I did trust you, but I don’t anymore. If I wanted your wife all over me, I would go fucking eat her pussy."

  "A baby? That's impossible. She's on birth control. I don't want kids. That's been very clear since the beginning."

  "You can read your text messages on your way back to New York. Looks like she decided she wanted a baby with or without your consent. Get out of my fucking apartment."

  He walks forward and presses his lips to mine before I can stop him. I reared back and slap the shit out of him. He looks at me with sadness in his eyes I've never before seen. "I'll fix this. All of it. When I do I'm coming back for you. You need me for money and I need you. We have mind-blowing sex and great conversation. I'm not giving that up easily. For not telling you, I'm sorry, but you also never asked. It’s a mutual fault."

  I'm starting to feel more nauseous with every word that escapes his mouth. "I shouldn’t have to ask you. You should make it known. Get. The. Fuck. Out."

  He turns and walks away. "Oh, Callum. I'm keeping the car. Try to take it and I'll tell her everything, you bastard. It's the least you can do after doing me that dirty. Have a nice life."

  He slams the door, leaving me alone in my apartment. I can't do this shit. I can't stay here and think of what I've been doing. I need a fucking drink. Tonight, I need to wash away the last six months, right after I shower and remove him from my body. Fucking married bastard.

  My apartment door opens and closes, just before I hear footsteps against the hardwood floor. My bitch is here. It's about damn time. "Lux, bring your badass out here!"

  I glance at myself in the mirror one last time and comb my hands through the blonde tips of my long, brown hair that stops at the bottom of my breasts. I like to think of myself as eccentric. I'm not the average girl you would consider a trophy, hanging on the arms of the rich and famous. My tastes are very rough around the edges.

  I smack my red lips in the mirror and check my teeth to ensure I don't have lipstick smeared. All clear. When I don't hear her shoes anymore I turn around. "Where have you been, bitch?"

  "Obviously missing out on some drama. Damn. Is someone on the prowl tonight? What's with the hooker heels? Don't get me wrong, they're hot and all, but you must be looking for a new man with those heels. You're breaking out the expensive shit."

  "Maybe," I say with a smirk. "I think it's time for a change."

  She walks over to me and pulls me into a hug. As she pulls back she presses her lips to mine in a sisterly rendition of hello. "Nice try, lovey. Spill. The easy access black dress and siren red stilettos that match your lips don't just come out to randomly have a little fun. That outfit screams vengeance. Your tits are trying to escape. Come on. Tell me. I need an epic Thursday night, not snore bore. Do you know how fucking hard it is to get off Thursday through Saturday night when you work where I do? Whoever said bartending was a fun job was an idiot. Give me the juice."

  I've known Delta since elementary school. We were those two little girls on the playground that looked like we lost our puppy on a daily basis. School wasn't an escape from a shitty life for us, it was a constant fucking reminder that we would never have what most little girls had. We didn't play with Barbies and expensive dolls. We were the little girls that ended up with sock dolls handmade by our mothers, because that was all they could afford. Looking around at all the bratty girls that screamed and giggled constantly, we fit together pretty quickly and haven't parted since.

  We're both similar, yet very different. Delta has long, thick, silky black hair, she's tiny, but petite, and she has an obsession with tattoos and piercings, hence the lip and nose diamond studs adding a sparkle to her tanned skin. I've never seen a hot, feminine girl partially covered in tattoos, but she is. She has these gorgeous green eyes that deepen when she gets emotional, which is rare like me. Growing up like we did, not much pushes the sadness button anymore.

  I, on the other hand, have hair the color of dark chocolate, a little drier in texture, and bleached throughout the bottom half to create a golden blonde in color. The only piercings you'll find on my body are in my ears and my belly button. My eyes are the color of sapphires and my skin is more of a creamy olive instead of baked bronze. I have virgin skin when it comes to ink, at least for now. About the only physical similarity the two of us have are the Barbie tits and long, pull-it-while-you-fuck-me hair.

  I walk past her and fall back dramatically on my bed. I look up at the ceiling as I try to get the words out of my mouth without tasting the vomit that is sure to come. "I've been fucking a married man."

  Silence.

  I stare at the ceiling fan blades making slow circles, waiting for her to say something.

  More silence.

  My stomach churns at the thought of him sleeping beside her at night and telling her he loved her, then coming here once a week and fucking me like a sexually starved man. I may be a lot of things, but a whore isn't one of them, at least not in my eyes. That would be my mother. I'm at least picky with who I spread my legs for, and monogamy is a biggie. From the time his dick enters my pussy I will be the only pussy. That’s my one hard rule. I’ll be as kinky as he wants, but that’s my only rule. Obviously, I got sloppy with this one's good looks. I do not tolerate cheaters under any circumstance.

  I prop myself up on my elbows to look at her. She is staring straight ahead. "Did you know?"

  I grab my pillow and throw it at her. She catches it. "Are you fucking serious? What the fuck, Delta? Do you really have to ask? Of course I didn't know."

  "You are referring to Callum, right? The guy that bought you the car? The only time I've met him he seemed crazy about you, at least in that weird possessive way. Seriously? I didn't see that one coming."

  "Men are pigs. That's not even half of it. She's fucking pregnant, Delta. Apparently we found out at the same time. Surprise! He's going to be a dad." I try to laugh it off, but it just makes my stoma
ch flip worse. "I feel like I'm going to Hell."

  "If you didn't know then it isn't your fault. How could you? He isn't even from here. Damn rich city men. Southern men are better."

  "Um, Delta.... Technically we are city girls now. We live in Atlanta. I would hardly call this the country."

  "Whatev. Southern and country are not the same thing. It's still different; like two different worlds different. It was the accent, wasn't it? Attracts them like flies to shit every time. Sometimes I think being a hot female with a southern accent is a curse. Ya know?"

  I laugh. She's a damn nutcase.

  "I actually thought I liked dating someone long distance, because when he left I didn't have to deal with him bugging me. I could do my own thing. I still feel like I should've seen the signs. I'm never stupid when it comes to a guy. I can smell bullshit from a mile away."

  "You know what? Fuck him. There's this new tattoo shop I've wanted to check out for a while. I think it's time to pop your ink cherry. Do it for me? It is my birthday. Then, we can go drink the pain away and crash out as the sun is rising." I shake my head as she wriggles her eyebrows.

  I smile. "I guess I do owe you a birthday present. You still haven't gotten the nerve to show your portfolio, have you?"

  "I'll do it...one day. It's not that easy for a girl to bust through the doors of a man's world. We can't all be Kat Von D."

  "Delta, you could totally be Kat Von D. The girl is like your tattoo idol. You can draw better than anyone I've ever seen and ink has a deeper meaning to you than most. It's art to you. Just take a risk, okay?"

  "I'll think about it. Oh, by the way, I've decided to gauge my ears. What do you think?"

  "Eh, how big? You know that's not really my style."

  "Not big. Just enough to look like a miniature cork maybe. Haven't really decided on size yet."