by Rebecca Foxx
I shrugged, "I was hoping you would see under my dress anyway without even needing to fall."
"You are and incorrigible flirt!" he laughed.
"And you are a willing victim. Now, teach me how to throw a punch!"
He shook his head but took my hand and pulled me to his mat anyway. It was soft and would cushion any fall I might have. Of the accidental or voluntary kind, but certainly not the emotional kind.
I needed one of those though, because spending time with this man was going to evoke feelings that were more than just my hormones. He was becoming real to me now, not just my fantasy. And I wanted him to be real.
Several minutes passed as he showed me some moves and helped me perfect my form, while we joked some more and just enjoyed ourselves.
He was showing me how to duck a punch when I stumbled and he quickly caught me and drew me to his firm chest. Time seemed to slow down as I stilled my hand on his chest, noticing his increasing heartbeat.
Marcus’ skin was now sweaty, and I wanted to see him sweat in a whole new position. Our eyes never left each other, as if we were trying to reassure ourselves that the other was real.
"Marcus...” my voice came out as barely a whisper.
"Yes?" his voice was deeper now and his eyes darker.
“I am thinking of very bad things right now,” I said honestly, trying to stop myself from tearing off the only piece of clothing he had on.
He smiled, “There is no filter between your brain and your mouth is there?
I shook my head, “What is the point?”
“True, it is like wearing uncomfortable underwear when you can just take it off,” he smirked, referring to my earlier comment.
I felt a bit dizzy at that sexy smirk and barely managed a nod. Marcus licked his lips, drawing my attention to them and I could not control my leaning in. My body was not listening to my brain any more, only responding to the heat enveloping the one place I wanted him to explore.
“You are fighting someone who is not wearing any underwear,” I leaned in even further, his head dipping down to close the height difference.
“You never got around to telling me why you are here,” he whispered, his voice betraying his need.
“I saw you exercising,” I responded honestly, “and I liked what I saw. The underwear really was uncomfortable, and you took time answering the door.”
“You know who I am?” he asked, withdrawing a bit. His eyes betrayed his hesitation and worry at probably my wanting him for just his name and what it might bring.
I reached up to caress his jaw, “I’m hoping to find out.”
Marcus’ eyes brightened again and I smiled at him. I was on my back on the mat before I could say anything, his mouth on mine. His kiss was passionate and I returned his urgency, not really believing this was happening. He smelled like a fresh breeze mixed with something fiercely masculine and uniquely him.
"I come with a lot of baggage," his voice croaked as he bit my neck.
I tilted my neck to allow him more access."I have a very reliable cart and a dog to draw it."
He chuckled against my skin and drew my earlobe between his teeth before whispering, “I might not want to let you go in the morning."
"I might not want to go in the morning," I countered honestly.
"You have an answer for everything?"
I shook my head, moaning when his mouth moved down my neck and kissed my shoulder and replied, "Just to the questions that matter."
"What if I want us to matter? Does that frighten you?"
"And if I let us matter, will that frighten you?"
"When I saw those red lips and underwear down your legs, I was instantly amused and fascinated. Then you spoke and I knew I would never get bored. But when you touched me, I was hooked. And I want to know more of you Tracy, so tell me."
I let out a silent scream when his hot mouth bit my nipple through the scrap of fabric I dared call a bikini.
"I am an aspiring astronomer," I moaned more than I spoke.
"Do people ever ask you to give them their horoscope reading?"
I laughed, "One idiot did once; I wanted to punch him."
"And aliens, do they exist?"
I nodded, "I saw one on this very hill, and they are actually beautiful creatures contrary to how they are cinematically portrayed. And amazingly tall too, with tanned skin and grey eyes."
"I'm very much human, I assure you."
I tugged at his long hair, "Then show me."
"It will be my pleasure."
He drew my bikini top down and his tongue and lips attacked my tight bud. I cried out in pleasure as one of his fingers thrust inside me at the same time. I hadn’t even felt his hand go under my dress!
"Marcus!"
He withdrew his thick digit and brought it back to my throbbing and hungry clit. He made delicate circles around it as I trembled underneath him, grabbing at his broad shoulders. His finger did not let up as pleasure washed over me and he swallowed my moans when he kissed me again. I kissed him with everything I had, marveling at how he was making me feel. This was the most daring thing I had ever done, and I did not regret it.
Marcus’ tongue met with mine and I sucked on it, showing him just how much I wanted to suck another part of him that was pressed against my thigh right now. His finger increased pace and my whole body came alive.
Nothing had ever felt so good, and I was getting wetter and wetter, getting ready for all of him. I felt myself getting close and moaned into his hot mouth when he suddenly drew away.
I opened my eyes in confusion and saw Row pulling at Marcus’ shorts, making me groan while Marcus laughed at me.
“I should have taken you inside, I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
I glared at Row, vowing to really sell him to a spoilt brat for real this time.
“I have some treats inside for him, come on.”
“I was about to come when he interrupted us!” I glared at Row again, the traitor baring his teeth as if in a triumphant grin.
“I have some treats for you too then,” Marcus smiled, giving me one last kiss before helping me stand.
I willingly gave him a piece of my heart that night and followed him inside to get a piece of him, hopefully more than thrice before the sun came up.
Ch. 5 - Who said speed kills?
I narrowed my eyes at Row as he happily chewed on a bone shaped biscuit. Marcus looked at me in amusement and shook his head.
“You are adorable.”
“And you are a sucker for him. Why do you have doggie treats anyway, are you hiding a dog somewhere in here?”
“I have a stuffed one in the game room, he probably died because I was stocking the treats instead of feeding him,” he said sadly, pressing his lips together and showing his adorable dimple.
“Shame,” I shook my head playing along, “I am sure Row wouldn’t mind staying with you.”
“Why Row? That’s very unusual, but then again, you are an unusual woman.”
“His full name is Rowland, I found him on a jacket with the name. He was using it for warmth in an alley, I was busy looking out for a falling star; then we bumped into each other and fell in love.”
His arms encircled my waist, “Hmmm, you have a penchant for interesting first meetings. Did you take off your panties for him too?”
I laughed and playfully pinched him, screaming when he returned the favor. He was leaning in for a kiss when his phone rang, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
I decided to show myself around, noticing the man barely had anything in his house! I wondered if he had just moved and hadn’t found time to furnish yet, even though a man like him could certainly afford an interior designer or ten.
“I know the place is not much to look at,” his voice startled me, and I turned to face him.
“It could use a chair or two,” I grinned, making him smile.
He held up his phone, “Something important has come up.”
I tried to control m
y facial expression, “It’s alright, I-”
“I want you to come with me, if that’s alright?”
“Where to?”
I marveled at the energy between us, it was as if we had been together for long.
“You’ll see.”
I remained quiet and he sighed, “We are really moving fast aren’t we?”
“What do we have to slow down for?” I reasoned, giving him a wink and making him chuckle.
“I am either going to regret you, or fall so fucking hard for you.”
I reached down and squeezed his crotch, “Hmm, you are already hard for me, the falling part can be easily arranged.”
Marcus’ eyes darkened and he cleared his throat, “We have to go, now, but I am definitely going to put that smart mouth of yours to good use later.”
“Oh, and I am so going to let you.”
He gave me a quick kiss then dashed to upstairs to his room, returning in jeans and a shirt, with a jacket for me.
“How do you feel about motorcycles?”
I couldn’t help the grin on my face as I replied him, “Just call me Tracy Harley.”
“Just my kind of gal,” he laughed, “but you should probably put your panties back on.”
Ch. 6 - Who said love is in the air?
“I am terrified of heights!” I shrieked, looking at the helicopter in horror.
“Come on, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered and kissed my temple.
I gulped and allowed his warm and large hand to envelope mine, as one sneaked under my jacket to squeeze my boob.
“You have beautiful curves,” he murmured, “I will not let anything happen to them.”
I laughed, “You make a convincing point.”
“Come on, we can’t be late.”
I nodded, “Let’s go.”
The interior of the helicopter was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnesses, after Marcus’ face of course. And I now knew why he was worth billions, because he was exceptional at what he did; designing aircraft interiors, especially private jets.
I looked at him as he put headphones on me, wondering why a man like him was giving me the light of day.
He frowned, “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head and accepted the embrace he was offering, his open arms going around me as I lay my head on his chest. I felt sleep already closing in and I yawned as I asked, “Why are you so comfortable with this?”
“You were so confident making your way up the hill, you didn’t even know me. Why are you so comfortable with this?”
“I am not a conformist I guess, life is too short.”
“No, life is long enough. People just don’t use their time well, and I don’t waste mine over thinking things.”
“Hmm,” I murmured, snuggling into his arms even more and trying to discretely sniff him. He smelled nice, so did the jacket he had given me.
If only I could find a way to bottle that scent, I would make billions like him. Most people would probably use it as an aphrodisiac! In that moment, I lost a piece of my soul to Marcus Reilly.
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“Sweetheart, wake up. We are here.”
I opened my eyes slowly to the sight of grey eyes and smiled, thinking of how I would love to see them each morning. And that term of endearment made me instantly wet.
“Where is here?”
I took his hand as he helped me out, loving that he was so attentive and caring. The breeze blew my hair all over my face and I stopped breathing when he tried to fix it, turning me around softly as he put in a quick braid. I laughed and touched it as I turned back round to face him.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
My answer came in an excitedly screamed, “Daddy!”
A little girl, about eight years old was running toward us and Marcus’ face lit up when he saw her. He met her halfway and picked her up before swinging her around.
I was just frozen in shock as they walked toward me, the little girl still in his arms. This man was not at all like I expected him to be, and I liked that there was more to him than just sex appeal. I never thought the night would turn out like this!
“Sweetheart, meet Tracy. Tracy, this is my Valentine.”
The girl rolled her eyes, making me laugh as Marcus put her down. She extended her gloved hand to me and I shook it.
“You can call me Val, everybody does.”
“Nice to meet you Val.”
“You are pretty, are you my dad’s girlfriend? I like your hair, dad braids mine like that too and-”
“Whoa little girl, I think we should get home first before interrogating Tracy,” he gave me an apologetic look and I smiled, now understanding why he knew how to braid hair.
“Is she coming home with us?” her big, brown eyes widened. “But you said no girls are allowed at-”
I saw Marcus blush for the first time as he covered Val’s mouth with his hand, and I raised a brow at him. He scratched his head uncomfortably, “Will you come home with us?”
Val escaped her father and grabbed my hand, “She can sleep in my room.”
I had no say in the matter as we finally walked to a limo that was waiting for us, the life of the rich! Two serious guys in suits, Val’s bodyguards I figured, were in a car in front of us and it was such a contrast to how open his house was.
“Can I sit in the front with Dave?”
Marcus nodded, “But no taking off your seatbelt okay?”
The girl nodded and skipped to the front door and we waited until she was in to get inside. I marveled again at the beauty inside and Marcus immediately pulled me into his lap.
“Are you okay, with Val I mean?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I answered, giving him a quick kiss.
He shrugged, “Most women-”
“I am not most women.”
“I know, I’m sorry for even bringing it up. It’s just that-”
“Your daughter comes first, and you have to control the environment she grows up in.”
He nodded.
“Well, I think it’s sexy that you can make a mean braid and pack a school lunch.”
“Don’t forget I’m in the PTA,” he smirked.
I rolled my eyes, “And he just got hotter ladies and gentlemen!”
He moved me in his lap, showing me just how hot he had become. I opened my mouth to protest and he silenced me with his finger.
“The screen is soundproof, we can hear them through the speakers because I need to know Val is safe, but they can’t hear us unless I pick up that phone. They can’t see us either.”
I couldn’t argue even if I wanted to, not when his lips were dancing on my neck like that. And certainly not when his hands were working on removing my new leather jacket!
“You are so bad,” I laughed.
“Hey, I’m the innocent victim who found a woman taking off her-”
“You are never going to let that go, are you?”
“Nope, not when it’s the reason why you are in my arms right now.”
“Flirty freak.”
“Says the neighborhood stripper,” he teased, biting my lip playfully.
I attacked his mouth, slipping in my tongue and tasting him. Like fine wine, his kiss made me tipsy and I almost tore off his clothes as I slipped to my knees in front of me. Have to love private limos, so much space for sex!
“Tracy,” Marcus moaned with hooded eyes as I undid his zipper, urging him to lift his butt so I could take off his jeans together with his boxers. His thick shaft sprung free and I licked my lips, feeling my hunger for it grow.
I cursed as I took off his shoes, having forgotten to do that first. When he was naked from the waist down, I kissed up his thighs, deliberately ignoring his throbbing length and went for his swollen mouth. He withdrew from me suddenly as he cursed.
“Fuck, we left Row in the house!”
“Good, then he won’t interrupt us again. And don’t worry, he is well behaved.”
I kissed him for a
few seconds, enjoying the feel of his lips against my own. Feeling his neglected shaft against me, I made my way to it again and took it into my hand. He inhaled loudly as I did the same, enjoying the size of him and his silky skin against my palm. The weeping tip beckoned my tongue and I indulged it, closing my eyes as I tasted him for the first time.
