Marked

by Charisse Spiers

He could fucking stab me right now and it'd probably feel good.

  I finally begin to fall over the edge. The high decreases, making me feel like I'm coming to after a black out. I open my eyes. Everything before me looks clear. I never even noticed him still inside of me until this very second. He's quiet, still standing on his knees and still ball deep inside of me as his thumb slowly exits. All I can hear are the quickened breaths as they escape his nose. "Kaston?"

  "Give me a fucking minute."

  His fingertips dig into my hip and then I feel his lips touch the center of my spine. For him to be so hard he has a layer of softness that comes through on occasion. His kisses are so light that it almost tickles. His hand makes its way up my stomach and encloses over my breast just before he squeezes it. His lips slowly move up my back, stopping within a whispering distance. "I just emptied my fucking load inside of you. I've never done that with anyone. I shouldn't have, because now I'm done for. This is going to end badly for one of us, because no other man is touching this body.... Ever. That's a fucking promise that won't be broken."

  Without another word he pulls free from me, our bodies no longer connected. I'm not sure whether I should bring out the bitch or remain quiet. It's an odd feeling. Confusion isn't a norm for me. One side of my brain is feeding off of his claim over me and the other side wants to throw a tantrum like a toddler at his unnecessary possessiveness.

  As he stands from the bed a chill runs down my body, suddenly cold. Fatigue sets in, now wanting to go back to bed. I roll over and fall on my back, before looking up at him. He's pulling his briefs up his legs, releasing the band at his waist, making a snapping sound as the elastic hits his skin. My eyes scan his body, mesmerized by his rock hard physique. Did I really just fuck that?

  What have you gotten yourself into, Lux? You're in a deep pile of shit.

  I feel sticky from the sheen of sweat covering my body. My core is already starting to heat again from the way he's looking at me, now remaining quiet. I push up, suddenly aware of the increased wetness between my legs. Not all of it is mine. I feel gross. He walks forward, straddling his legs to the outside of mine. I look into his eyes from beneath my eyelashes. "What are you doing," I ask as he places his palm against my cheek.

  He leans in, closing his body into mine. "Taking you to bed."

  He presses his lips against mine, sliding his tongue inside as he presses me down into the mattress. His hand slips underneath my back and he lifts up, sliding me up toward the head of the bed as he walks on his knees with me. Dammit, he's doing that shit again.

  I pull my face free as my head comes in contact with the pillow. "Hold up, killer. Did you not just take me bed? I may kill myself for this later, but I need a break. Energy is not unlimited in supply, especially when I'm under the spell of your cock."

  He laughs. Oh my god he laughed. I feel strange, slightly faint, overheated, and definitely strange. "Did I say something funny?"

  "Besides the fact that you just called fucking taking you to bed, no. That's probably the most innocent thing I'll ever hear come out of your mouth. You kind of curse like a sailor and lack the filter most girls have, but I think that's why you still have my attention. As much as I like the feel of your pussy's interior, I was actually referring to sleep. I'm staying."

  He stops talking, briefly studying me. "Is there a problem with that?"

  I should kick him out, shouldn't I? Sober sleepovers are not going to help this situation. His hands move to the mattress on each side of my shoulders, holding himself off of me. He remains straddling my body but leaving a significant gap of distance between us. My lip draws into my mouth, sticking within the confinement of my teeth. Grabbing the top section of my bedding I lift my butt and back on the weight of my legs, before wriggling beneath the blankets.

  Turning my head to the vacant space beside me, I pat the satin sheet with my palm. "Well if you must. It didn't really sound like a question anyway."

  He slides beneath the covers and turns on his side toward me. I alter my position to mirror him, resting my hands underneath my face. Neither of us speaks. It's a weird curiosity it seems. We both know realistically this thing between us is a ticking time bomb. One of us will get bored and move on. There is always a dominant alpha personality in every relationship, even just casual. Two will never make it very long, but I'm not sure what to make of him, of us, or of this situation. He makes me want to run, but he also makes me want to stay.

  "You going to sleep?"

  He smirks. "Are you?"

  "It's a little hard when someone wakes you up. I need a shower."

  He shakes his head. "I like you like this."

  I scrunch my nose. "I have your semen starting to come out of me, in which I still can't believe you did. I probably smell like sex, and I'm sticky from sweating. There is no way in hell a guy likes a girl like this. I wouldn't want to cuddle with you if your balls smelled like sex. Quit with your lies."

  "Addendum: I like you like this when you consist of any of the above mentioned symptoms as a result from sex with me. I wouldn't want that statement to be confused."

  I roll my eyes. "Guys are so territorial."

  "And girls aren't?"

  "Not this one."

  "So what you're saying is that you'd be fine with me leaving here and fucking someone else, then coming back tomorrow and fucking you again?"

  I blink.

  My mouth opens.

  It closes.

  I blink again.

  "Yes. I don't own you. I can't control your actions. You aren't married.” I pause briefly. My breathing stops. “Right? Please tell me you aren’t married.”

  “Fuck no. I may do a lot of questionable shit, but that’s not one of them. Seriously? I’m a little offended.”

  I can breathe again. “It’s not like it would be the first time it’s happened,” I mumble. My voice goes back to normal. “What you do when you aren't around me is really none of my business..."

  "That’s fucked up, but I’ve already told you I’m not like every other douche bag, and I call bullshit. Hesitation in your answer was more of the truth than what just came out of your mouth. I'm not a fucking idiot. I fuck you, you fuck me, and we fuck each other, exclusively, until one of us severs that verbal contract that we entered into. That's just how it's going to be."

  "Who died and made you the ruler of my pussy? I think the rights belong to me, which means I choose who to license it out to. Nowhere on my birth certificate does it say I was born in the land of Kaston and his cock."

  He rolls me on my back and grabs my hands in his, pinning them beside my head. "You and that mouth are going to get you in trouble. Fuck. Do you have to have a smartass comment about everything? Damn girl." He presses his brief covered erection between my legs. "I've never been so damn sexually frustrated seconds after nutting in my entire life. The surges of aggression and possession you're causing are starting to piss me off."

  I wrap my legs around his waist, unable to move my hands from his weight. He's close enough that we can touch with the simple lifting of my head. I enclose my lips over his mouth, lightly brushing the tip of my tongue to trace the shape of his lips softly pressed together, before pulling at his bottom lip with my teeth and then releasing it. "Welcome to the club, baby. I guess it's a good thing it's both of us. Over time we'll fuck it out of our systems, but for now take me to bed. I need sleep. I have to work later."

  He runs his hand down my body, being sure not to miss my tattoo that he inked on my skin, before stopping at my thigh, and then turns to lay flat on his back, bringing my leg to rest on top of his waist. I turn back on my side like before to get more comfortable, but prop up on my arm to look down at him. "You want to cuddle? We aren't really the cuddling kind.... I thought we were merely sharing a bed."

  "Maybe. Today, we make an exception."

  He lays his arm out straight beneath the bottom edge of the pillow, hinting for me to lay my head on his shoulder. I start to get that creepy bug-crawling
feeling that I get when I have to draw out the emotional shit on occasion. "I don't know..."

  "Lux."

  His eyes are closed, as if he's already half asleep. "What? We don't have to cuddle to sleep. It's weird. We aren't that kind of couple."

  He releases a loud exhale that sounds like the result of frustration. "Cut the shit, Lux. Just lay down. We both have personal shit that creates barriers. It's why we're similar. Let it go."

  "Damn lunatic. Fine...but first reach in that bottom drawer and hand me a pair of underwear. It's my emergency drawer for when I don't feel like getting out of bed. I'm not sleeping without underwear if I have to deal with your cum seeping out of me. It feels gross."

  On that note his eyes open at the same time his lips curve upward. He reaches over the side of the bed and pulls the drawer open, digging around until he brings back a pair of panties dangling from his index finger. "That might have been a slight turn on. Pretty fucking strange."

  I grab the panties from his finger and reach below the comforter, placing each foot into them and pulling them up my legs, slightly lifting to get them over my ass. "This whole situation is pretty fucking strange," I retort. "Where do you want me, sir?"

  He grunts. "Where I was in the process of putting you before you had to have a fabric barrier. I kind of liked the easy access. Never mind. Lay down before I decide that sleep is overrated and give you no choice in the decision to explore some more."

  I lay down, dramatically placing my head on his chest, before throwing my leg over his waist. My heart starts to race when I hear his heart pounding through his chest, as if the two are talking to each other. He places one hand on my thigh and the other encloses around me, running along my shoulder blades holding me to him. "Are you happy now?"

  "Sleep."

  "Easier said than done when I'm dealing with a stubborn-ass psycho that won't take no for an answer. This isn't even comfortable..."

  My mind is racing a million miles a minute, signaling it's nowhere close to shutting down. This is awkward.

  "Lux...."

  "Kaston...."

  "Sleep."

  "Command me one more time and I will bite you."

  "Think before you act. You never know what that may result in."

  His eyes are closed again and his tone is completely calm, only aggravating me further. I huff and start to wiggle into him, before draping my arm over his stomach. He lightly rubs his fingertips back and forth on my upper arm. My eyes start to become heavy. I yawn. "That feels nice."

  "So does this," I hear, or think I hear, in a mumble as I drift off to sleep. In this now relaxed state I can't be sure.

  I roll over on my stomach and clench the pillow to my chest, just now starting to wake. The light in the room has changed from sunup to sundown; that I can tell. My arm swipes across the mattress smoothly, confirming I'm in bed alone. My eyes open the rest of the way and I look around the room. No lights are on and the bedroom door is shut.

  I move to my back so I can sit up, running my hand through my hair as I try to wake up. It's about time to shave it again. I need to go into the office. I've fucked off long enough. Sleeping during the day is abnormal for me. I feel like a stupid frat boy that doesn't care about anything but partying and failing college. I never did like frat boys...

  I still, trying to listen for the sound that is now occurring. It's muted with the door shut and it's obviously turned down so it isn't loud. It sounds like... hip-hop music? I throw off the blanket and stand from the bed, before walking to the door and opening it. Two steps out the door and I halt. The beautiful ass in front of me bouncing up and down through the air in a squat catches my attention, my eyes stopping directly on it. The only visual I have right now is her doing that on my cock.

  My palm instinctively travels to my dick and presses down. Down boy...

  My eyes temporarily move past that beautiful ass to the television mounted on the wall in front of her. From the group of people mirroring her movements I'm going to assume it's a home workout DVD. I'm pretty sure I've even seen that guy on infomercials before. Lux looks between her legs from an upside down position as she stretches her thighs in the standing spread eagle she's in. My feet automatically walk forward, grabbing ahold of her hips as I line my crotch to her ass. "The perfect angle for so many things..."

  She swats my hand. "Go away."

  "Like hell. What are you doing?"

  "Insanity."

  "I would agree that you are since that clearly isn't needed with a body like this, but those are your words and not mine. It would be insanity for me not to fuck you in this position."

  The top portion of my fingers fold over the waistband of her skintight spandex pants, disappearing on the other side between the material and her skin. I pull the back of her pants over her ass, leaving the band sitting at the top of her legs beneath her cheeks, making her plump ass of perfection visible. The people on the television screen are now in a totally different position than her.

  "Kaston, go shower or something. The program is called Insanity. I'm going to pretend that you didn't just compare me to crazy...for your sake. Go away. You're messing up my workout vibe right now. How the hell do you think I have a body like this? I'm already off routine since I met you."

  She automatically goes for her pants, trying to pull them back up, and still in a bent over position. I stop her. "Let me in the man cave."

  She thrusts her ass into my crotch, gaining some distance long enough for her to stand and turn around. She adjusts her pants as she cocks an eyebrow at me. "The man cave? Please, do explain. I think I want to hear this. I'm pretty sure it's a necessity actually."

  Grabbing the front band of her pants, I pull her toward me. She's biting her lip as if she's trying not to laugh. It actually makes her cuter, giving her a little bit of innocence mixed into that hardcore personality she has, that tough exterior she hides behind. "Well, man cave by formal but summarized definition is a room or area referred to as a man's sanctuary, designed based off of the owner's activities, preferences, or hobbies. It's off limits to other men unless invited in. It's a place used for a man's enjoyment, pleasure, or gratification. It's also used primarily to house his trophies or prized possessions. In this instance I’m referring to my cock."

  I scan my eyes down her body. Her nipples are hard and showing through her sports bra. When my sight returns to her face her cheeks are flushed. "Your pussy, baby, is a perfect and accurate description of a man cave; my man cave. I want in."

  A smirk starts to form on her face before a laugh escapes. "I can honestly say I've heard it all now. That shit is too good to have gotten from someone else. That was funny as hell, but so original. I will never think of a man cave in the same way again. I may even let you in my pants, Cox."

  I smile as I snake my hands around her body, settling them on her ass. I pick her up, grinding her against my front until she's at my waist. She wraps her legs around me as her hands connect on the back of my neck. She weighs nothing, at least to me. She looks down at me, her crystal blue eyes staring into my gray ones. The color reminds me of the beach because that's the only place you find water that clear and blue. Her smile fades as we look at each other. "I kind of like you, Cox," she whispers. "I can deal with your dark side, just don't turn into a douche. That would be a tragedy."

  I never take my eyes off of her as I turn for the couch, walking blindly. I stop just before my shins hit. "I may not be the kind to sweep you off your feet, but what you see is what you get, beautiful. From the beginning to the end I'll always be the same. I hate liars."

  I bend over and lay her on the couch, holding my weight on my arms beside her, before pressing my erection between her legs. "I can deal with your broken soul, just don't ever lie to me." She draws in a breath before clearing her surprised expression and laces her fingers into my hair, pulling my lips into hers. They touch, but something feels different about this kiss. Her lips move against mine slower, not rushed, as if learning me in a more intim
ate way. I'm not sure what it is, but what I do know is that I want more.

  I'm not that guy that was raised to use women as a tool for an orgasm. I don't feel like more of a man by upping my number on the list of women I've slept with. Sure, I've had my fair share, some once and some consecutively or repetitively over time just like most people, but it was only ever sex for the enjoyment of both parties and was understood from the beginning exactly what it was. Honestly, my partner probably got more out of it than me...until her. Until the night I fucked her for the first time, sex was more of a pastime than an enjoyment. I enjoyed drinking more than sex, but usually the two came together.

  I now understand the enjoyment of sober sex...and I want more.

  My father was a married man, and aside from the affair with my mother he never crossed that line. People could judge him for stepping outside of his marriage for that brief period of time, they so often do, but people make mistakes. They fuck up. Human nature likes to dip its toes into the pool of temptation, especially when the ugly parts of the world are revealed.

  The bottom line is my father loved his wife. He explained it to me often, as well as his mishaps, but in that conversation I was never one of them. I had a childhood full of love, at least from one parent. Luckily I only remember a few bad years with my mom, since most kids don’t have any memory earlier than the age of four or five. I never did without and I was taught wrong from right. My father didn't choose a life of evil. He was thrown into it. He made the decision he did because of love. I know what love looks like and the importance of it. I know he loved my stepmom, but unforeseen circumstances kept them apart. The way he dealt with it was by numbing his emotions and living heartless over everything but her and I. That was the only way he could cope and continue on.

  I'm not the guy against falling in love. I just never met a girl that sparked my interest enough to find out if she was a potential candidate worth the risk. Watching my father's lifestyle I thought there was no way to have it and still be able to do what he did. I'm still not sure. There is a part of me that is so submerged in darkness I'll never escape, but what I do know is that I like this girl. For now, and until I can figure this out, I'm not letting her get away.