Center of Gravity (Marauders Book 3)

by Lina Andersson

  “Are you okay?” he finally asked.

  “Sure,” she answered and emptied her wine. She put the glass down and shook her head. “No. I can’t... do this. Feels like I’m... I don’t know, buying a prostitute or something.”

  “Wow!” He laughed. “Should I feel offended?”

  “No! God no!” She seemed mortified. “Just... she’s... I’m not sure what she told you, but she... Shit. I just... I can’t do this. It’s too weird. And I really appreciate that you’re prepared to do this, but it really feels a bit too much as if I’m paying you, and I can’t.”

  Mitch was starting to feel even more confused, and Anna looked so ashamed.

  “How is this like you paying me if I asked for your number?”

  “You asked for my number?”

  “Yeah, a few weeks ago.” He put the beer on the counter and walked up to her. “She didn’t tell you?”

  “No. She...” Anna hid her face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

  “Babe,” he chuckled and removed her hands from her face. “I’m a pretty non-judgmental guy, so try me.”

  “A while ago I admitted I hadn’t had sex in a while, and in a very drunk state I admitted that I found you… attractive.” She looked up at him. He’d kind of figured she did, since Lisa’d given him her number, but it was still nice to hear. “So she convinced me to do this. I somehow managed to convince myself that it was a good idea since…”

  “…It’s been a while since you had sex,” he finished her sentence with a smile.

  “Yes. And she did said you were a non-judgmental guy, so you wouldn’t mind my leg.”

  “Your leg?” He was standing close to her, and she smelled nice and was so very beautiful. “What about your leg?”

  “It’s pretty bad.”

  “Okay.” He shrugged to show her it didn’t matter, but if he was honest with himself it kind of sucked. He’d had some great ideas on positions, but he’d go easy on her. “Just make sure to tell me if I hurt you.”

  “What?” She seemed to realize how close he was and moved her blue eyes from his chest to his face before pointing it out. “You are very close.”

  “I’m planning on trying to get a lot closer,” he mumbled. “So, what’s the problem with the leg?”

  “It’s covered in scars,” and she was mumbling as well, suddenly very focused on his mouth. He reached out and put his hand on her cheek, stroking her lower lip with his thumb. Like scars on her leg would make any fucking difference. She was hot with or without them. “I don’t even like looking at it myself.”

  A while since she had sex and not looking at the leg made it click. She hadn’t had sex since before the accident, which had been a pretty fucking long time ago. No wonder Lisa felt that her home girl needed some and was prepared to throw Anna his way. He moved his other hand up and caressed her face, leaning closer.

  “If you want me to leave, I will, but I’d really like to stay.”

  When she didn’t protest, he pressed his lips against hers. As soon as she started to respond, he let go of her cheeks and wrapped his arm around her waist. With his free hand, he hoisted up her dress a little. Since she still wasn’t protesting, he reached underneath it and grabbed her behind. The groan coming from her mouth made it perfectly clear how much she needed some.

  “Get up, and I’ll carry you to your bedroom,” he said, and she jumped up with a very graceful leap and latched her legs around him. He reached for her cane, held it up, and smiled. “I’m bringing this. Just so you don’t think I’m trying to make sure you can’t leave your bedroom.”

  “Okay.”

  “Where to?”

  “To the left, and then the right at the end of the hallway.”

  His hand was still on her behind, and when he moved it further down, between her legs, and he was really pleased when he realized that she did have thigh-highs. Anna closed her eyes and smiled. When he walked around the corner in the hallway there were two doors. He kept a close eye on her face, slipped the panties aside, and drew his fingers along her slit.

  “What door?”

  “Oh my god!” She leaned closer and captured his mouth in a deep kiss.

  “Baby, what door?” he asked again against her lips.

  She answered by pointing, and he walked through it and put her down on the bed. He took off his sweatshirt at the same time as Anna pulled the dress over her head. She was stunning in nothing but black panties and thigh-highs so dark he couldn’t see through them. He reached for her panties, and she arched up so he could remove them.

  Leaning on one hand next to her waist, he held her chin with his other.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, so make sure you let me know if anything I do doesn’t feel good.”

  “Okay,” she almost moaned.

  Letting go of her chin, he reached for the first thigh-high.

  “Leave them. Please, just for now.”

  He didn’t answer but moved his hand from them and then leaned further down, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. His hand found the patch of hair covering her mound, and he let his hand travel further down. She was wet, so wet, and he groaned. He traced the outline of her breast with his tongue and continued down. He needed to taste her. This was another reason he liked the innocent girls. Going down on a sweetbutt was definitely not something he wanted to do often. He got them off, it wasn’t that it was all about him, but knowing that pretty much every guy he knew had been there didn’t really make him tempted to go down on them.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, and when he looked up she’d raised her head and was looking at him.

  “Going down on you.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “Would it be okay if I did? Because I’m dying to,” he mumbled while kissing a circle around her bellybutton.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He got down on his knees on the floor next to the bed, and she spread her legs wider. With a grip of her hips, he pulled her closer, and carefully rubbed his beard against the inside of her thigh. Most of her legs were covered by the thigh-highs, but he could see scarring on the inside of her upper thigh, and some of it even continued further and over her hip. He gave it a kiss before turning his head, and he moved his thumbs along her folds before he finally dipped his head and gave her a long lick. She tasted amazing, so sweet, and he buried his face in her. So fucking good.

  “Oh, shit!” she cried. “My god, Mitch!”

  She kept moaning and mumbling as he sucked on her clit and teased her opening with his fingers before he plunged them inside her. He kept licking, sucking, and nibbling until he felt her coming around his fingers with another,

  “Oh my God, Mitch!”

  He got up to look at her and pulled his t-shirt off. Her eyes were closed, and she looked extremely relaxed.

  When he lifted her higher up on the bed, she opened her eyes.

  “Please be careful. I haven’t done this in a while.”

  “You told me,” he smiled and gave her a kiss. “Don’t worry.”

  “I’m not. If it’s half as good as that head, it’ll be marvelous.”

  He’d never met a girl who talked the way she did. She kind of talked like she moved, graceful and with an ease but still careful, and he hadn’t heard her curse unless she lied about what she said in Russian and cursed then.

  He kissed her while unbuttoning his jeans and managed to get them out of the way without letting her go for a second. He was especially pleased he managed to get a condom out of his wallet without halting the kiss. He rolled it on and then looked at her.

  “Ready?”

  She nodded and kept looking at him with big, eager eyes. When he reached down and positioned himself, she smiled. Then he pushed inside, and she rolled her head back with a moan and held still before throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight.

  “Damn, you feel good, Anna.” He buried his nose into her hair. “This is so good.”

  “Yes!” she mo
aned and wrapped her legs around him. “So good!”

  He found it hard to understand how something so slim was so strong, because she was holding on to him with a surprising strength. He kept moving his hips, and she met his every thrust. Her hand grabbed his hair and pulled his face to hers, kissing him.

  “Harder!”

  “Jesus, baby!” He felt it; she was already coming—and hard! He kept looking at her and then slowed down, resting on his elbows next to her head. “You okay?”

  “Yes,” she mumbled and nodded. “Don’t stop.”

  He pulled out and smiled when she almost growled at him. “Turn around.” When she’d done it and gotten up on all fours, he held on her hips. “You gonna be okay on your knees?”

  “I’ll let you know if I’m not okay. Get to it.”

  “Aye, aye,” he chuckled and slammed inside her.

  He’d never really noticed her ass before but now he took a good look at it and at him moving in and out of her. She got up on her knees and arched her back... at an impossible fucking angle and turned her head. Her arm went around his neck.

  “Fuck, babe. That is so hot!”

  He moved his knees in between hers and pushed them to get her to spread them wider before finding her clit with his fingertips. She was so wet, and with her legs spread wide, him rubbing her, she was soaking the inside of her thighs all the way down to her thigh-highs.

  He folded her over, but instead of breaking the fall with her hands, she lay down with her chest on the mattress and arms stretched in front of her. The angle made them both groan, and he felt her pussy clenching around him again. He fell over her as well, leaning on his hands next to her arms.

  “Shit, honey, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

  “No. Not yet. I want more.”

  He took a few deep breaths and tried to think of boring things, like cooking, folding laundry, and Mrs. Parks—his math teacher in high school who had an impressive mustache for a woman.

  “My leg,” she panted, and he let her stretch her legs until she was on her stomach, and then started again, lying flat on top of her and kissing her shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

  “I’m trying,” he said through clenched teeth.

  Then it was Mr. Wright, his teacher in shop. He’d had a really funky smell and—god damn it her pussy was like a vise around him.

  “My god, Mitch!”

  “Babe,” he held on to her hands resting over her head, with his cheek against hers. “You do realize I’ll do this whenever the hell you want?”

  “What?”

  He kept pumping, and she held his hands so hard he could feel her nails almost breaking through his skin.

  He stroked her ear with his nose and gave her earlobe a lick. “You’ll get more, but I’m gonna have to cum, or we take a break.”

  “No break. Shit! Mitch, oh my God, I’m coming again.”

  He hugged her tight, slammed into her and her smell, the sound of his flesh hitting hers, her panting, and the blood rushing into his head, that was it.

  “Fuck, fuck, this is good, Anna!” he roared, and then he came.

  They both lay still until he gave her cheek a kiss and rolled off her. That had been... really hot. Her leg seemed to be pretty okay, so he was definitely gonna have a go at some of those positions he’d considered earlier. She also seemed to want more, and he had no problem with that. He looked at her as he tied a knot in the condom. She still had her eyes closed and a slight smile on her lips. He leaned over her and gave her butt-cheek a kiss.

  “Don’t move, sexy. I’ll be right back.”

  -o0o-

  “God damn, girl,” Mitch laughed as he rolled down next to Anna. “You really needed some.”

  It was the third time, and he was done. There was no way in hell he had a fourth in him. Although he’d actually thought that after the second, really long, go they’d had, and then he’d said he needed a shower. She’d followed him inside not long after, and that had been enough to get him started. He’d carried her out to the bed and they’d gone at it again.

  “I did. Thank you.”

  “Happy to help.” He threw the condom in the trash he’d moved next to the bed after the first time. He looked at her alarm clock, it was 3 a.m. “When’s your aunt coming home?”

  “Tomorrow night. She’s at her boyfriends, and they’ll go directly to work from there.”

  She’d removed the thigh-highs before coming into the shower, and the leg wasn’t half as bad as she’d made it sound. She seemed bothered when he touched it, though, so he’d avoided it. If she still wanted to see him, he’d work on getting her used to it. No point in pushing her further yet, since he figured just showing it to him was a huge step for her. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

  “You can stay the night... if that’s okay. I mean... I don’t know if that’s weird for you, but you’re welcome to stay the night.”

  “Not weird at all. Not sure I’m in any shape to ride at the moment.”

  He was pretty sure he wasn’t; he was exhausted, and he had no problem with staying the night with her. She seemed to know what this was all about, and just the fact that she’d mentioned it might be weird was enough for him. Also, with her comments about it feeling like she was buying a prostitute, it was probably better to stay to make sure it didn’t feel wrong to her the morning after. If it did, she might be reluctant to see him again.

  Anna sat up and took a nightgown from the floor before reaching for her cane. Was she going to some other bed? If that were the case he’d go home. He didn’t want to push her out of her own fucking bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’m just gonna braid my hair and brush my teeth. I’ll be right back.”

  He realized he hadn’t seen her with her hair loose and now it cascaded over her back all the way down to her waist. He also noticed it wasn’t a plain brown like he’d thought, but instead a reddish brown, and it was completely straight. He watched her go, heard the faucet, and a few minutes later she came back inside. She was carrying a cover and a pillow.

  “According to rumors I hog the cover.”

  “Thanks,” he caught them both when she threw them at him. “Would’ve left and taken the cane with me if I woke up to you hogging the covers.”

  “You can’t joke about a crippled person’s aid,” she laughed and lay down next to him but with her back towards him. “Do I need to set the alarm?”

  “No.” He pulled her braid a little. “Night, baby.”

  “Night.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Relaxes My Brain

  -o0o-

  I woke up with a pleasant throb between my legs. It had been... amazing, and he seemed to have liked it as well. When he’d gone for a shower, I’d looked down on my thigh-highs and had decided it was worth showing him my leg if it meant he’d give me a third time.

  The vibrator I had gotten from the sex shop had sort of kick-started my libido, and in a very drunken state I’d asked Lisa how serious she was about hooking me up with Mitch. She’d obviously given him my number the next time she saw him, and I’d never in my life felt as uncomfortable as I did when he walked into my apartment. It was just weird all around, and I’d had no idea how to handle a situation like that one. A guy coming over when it’s more than slightly implied that you wanted him there simply because you were insanely horny. To me that seemed pretty close to calling a gigolo. Mitch hadn’t seemed to mind, though. He’d definitely not been judgmental, and he’d handled it all really well, mainly by making it really easy for me to relax and just enjoy myself.

  I turned around, and he was sleeping on his back next to me, showing off his hairy chest, the slight circle of hair on his stomach with the thick line of hair—a line I’d heard called the Treasure Trail—disappearing under the cover and down to his crotch.

  He looked good. I’d seen more than my fair share of really fit guys, but I liked this kind: a little less muscular, but still with a six-pack and defined hip muscles. H
e wasn’t as extremely fit as the dancers I usually slept with, but then I’d never liked the extreme bodies most male dancers had.

  Mitch had quite a lot of tattoos, though, and I hadn’t really decided how I felt about those yet. Not that I had something against them, but he had a lot of them, more than I’d ever seen on any one person. I’d noticed the big ‘Marauder’ ink on his back in the shower as well. They all looked really well done, so I had a hunch quite a few of them were Vi’s work.

  I looked at the alarm clock, and it was 10 a.m., which explained why my leg was in such a bad shape. By this time I’d usually done my training, and along with the work out the night before, it was worse than in a long time. I needed to do my exercises, have shower, and eat my breakfast. When I tried to sneak out of the bed, he woke up.

  “What time is it?”

  “Ten.” I pulled a t-shirt over my head and reached for a pair of jeans. “Would you like some breakfast?” I really hoped he’d say no because my leg was close to cramping so badly that not even the cane would be enough to keep me mobile.

  “Can’t,” he thankfully answered and rolled out of bed. I couldn’t help staring a bit again. He really looked good. “Gotta get to work.”

  “Okay.”

  He pulled his jeans over his bare ass, and I looked around to find his underwear. I took his t-shirt from the floor and handed it to him, while still looking for the underwear, hoping to find it and have him out the door as soon as possible, no matter how good he looked.

  “I have my sweatshirt, what are you looking for?”

  “Your underwear. I don’t want Irina to find them and come waving them in triumph.”

  He laughed. “I don’t wear any, so you’re safe, babe.”

  “Good. Not sure how I would explain that.”

  “You’re twenty-five. Don’t think she’d mind you having sex.”

  “God no! She’d love it. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Ahh,” he put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. “I really have to go.”

  “I would’ve set the alarm if you’d asked me.”