We walked to the bathroom. He ushered me inside then went toward the stairs.
I sighed as I looked at my large, inviting tub. I needed a nice hot bubble bath. I started the tap before I relieved myself, and as it filled, I brushed my teeth. I was just lowering in the tub when Marcus returned with a bottled water. I couldn't look at him.
“Thank you,” I murmured, then take a long drink of the water. I handed him the bottle, and he placed it on a shelf. I sank down and closed my eyes, not caring anymore that Marcus could see my nakedness. I started the jets.
“Ahhh,” I moaned as the heated water bubbled around me.
“Feels good, baby,” he whispered.
“Mm-hmm,” I moaned again, enjoying the water massage around my body.
Marcus' breathing changed. “Mariah.” It was that whisper again.
“Mm-hmm,” I answered.
“Don't… don't make those noises.”
“What? Why?” I frowned then looked at him.
He walked to the sink and gripped the edge. “Damn it! You know why!”
I sat up in the tub and turned the jets off. “Marcus?”
He turned a little, but still he wouldn't look at me.
“If I look at you again–” he abruptly stopped and started to the door. “I’m going to wait for you downstairs.”
“No,” I whispered. “I need you to look at me, Marcus. Please, turn around.”
He groaned then shook his head. Marcus turned and looked me in my eyes. I looked down his body and gasped at his massive erection. I was instantly aroused again. My clit was throbbing like it was my lifeline. I pulled my gaze back to his.
“Are you really no longer engaged?”
He held my gaze. “No, Mariah. I am not engaged to her.”
I studied his deep blue pools and knew he was telling me the truth.
I wanted him. Bad. This was new. All of it. I’d never been forceful with a man and I had never wanted one like this, nowhere near this much. It was a need, and I wanted it fulfilled, now. I vowed to get me some of him then let him go. I was going to be his toy until we got off because it was my choice.
Tsch. No, you won’t. No, we won’t, because, honey, believe it or not, we--
Shut up and let me do this!
“Join me,” I whispered.
“Mariah...”
“Join me.” My voice was forceful and strong.
After a beat, he took off his clothes. My eyes looked him up and down greedily and I thought he definitely worked out. A LOT. I could do a week of laundry on those abs. What a waste this body was in scrubs. There are muscles everywhere and he's tanned. His legs were long and muscular and sprinkled with hair. Now, this man was the ultimate total fuckin' package. He's smart, he's kind, he's handsome and he makes a good living. Why doesn't he want to share that with a wife and child?
He walked over and slid into the tub on opposite side of me. I frowned.
“Why are you so far away, Marcus?” I moved over to where he was and straddled him.
Look at us being all forceful, forward. I like us like this… but just with him.
Me, too. You can go away now, I got this.
“Mariah, you're just getting over a migraine. You can't handle –”
I put my hands on either side of his face and smiled as I looked directly into his beautiful cerulean eyes.
“Let me decide what I can and cannot handle, Boo.”
He stared at me. Desire meeting pleading. Begging meeting trepidation. He was weighing it all in, in some sort of internal struggle and it all played out in his eyes.
Finally, he groaned and gripped my nape and pulled me into a kiss.
It was slow and sweet at first, almost pleading, like he wanted to tell me something without words. His tongue was teasing and sensual, licking my lips, my teeth, my tongue. I placed my hands on his chest and ran my fingers through the minute hairs. It was ticklish and I only wanted to concentrate on being with him. I moved my hands to the back of his head and caressed his nape.
He moaned against my lips then his head lowered and I felt soft nips at my jaw. Sensations flared and went straight to my clit. His hand left my nape, and he reached up to my head and gently loosened my ponytail until all my hair was freed and flowing down my back. Gently, he fisted my hair and pulled my head back, his mouth caressed and teased my throat. I let out a soft moan of pleasure. He bit at my collarbone. I moaned again. He bit harder. I moan louder. My clit was now beating with my heart.
“Birth control,” he asked against my throat.
“Depo. Two weeks ago.”
“I don't have condoms. I wasn't expecting–”
“I have a clean bill of health.”
“So do I. Do you need to see it? Should we stop?”
“I don’t want to,” I whispered. “But if you want to…”
His answer came in the form of a gentle growl then soft bites up my jaw. I moaned as the newest, heated sensation ripped through me everywhere.
His hands left my head, and eased down across my shoulders, then down to my breasts. I reach down his chest and caressed his. His thumbs landed on the tip of my nipples and circled slowly. I moan loudly and moved my thumbs over his nipples. He gasped as he twitched between my legs.
I bent to his ear and, still thumbing his nipples, whispered, “What's wrong, Boo?” Then I lick the inside of his ear. He shudders.
“Not a fucking thing,” he growled. “I want you, baby.”
I leaned back to look him in his eyes. “I want you more.”
Slowly, he shook his head at me. “I don't think so.”
Flames shot through my sex and my clit was angry, pulsing with my now rapid heartbeat. I moved my hips so that it rubbed against the length of his shaft. His lips closed around my nipple and he licked and sucked as if his life depended on it. I moaned over and over again. He closed his teeth on my nipple and I gripped his shoulders. I threw my head back and groaned at the sweet torture.
I felt ready to cum; like I did when he had me on that wall. I rested my forehead on his, squeezed my eyes shut tight and savored the tingling. He stilled my hips then lowered his hand so that his thumb caressed my clit like it did to my nipples, only rougher; more urgent. I moved my hips against his hand, desperate for friction.
“I want to be the one to make you release. Open your eyes, baby, I want to watch you cum,” Marcus whispered urgently. I rocked my hips faster against his hand and shaft. I began to shudder and my hands tangled in his hair and I gripped as waves of pleasure tore through every cell in my body.
“Baby, please, open your eyes.”
My eyes flew open and with one last stroke of his thumb, I quivered as a magnificent orgasm racked my whole body. We stared into each other’s eyes as layer after layer of pleasure washed over me. I whimpered like a hungry puppy as his arms wrapped around me in a tight hold while my body tried to calm itself.
I laid my head on his shoulder, my ragged breaths hitting his neck. I felt his cock twitch under me as he stroked my back.
“Are you all right, baby?”
I couldn't answer. I was savoring the euphoria of my first real orgasm. And I was rapidly wanting another.
He grabbed my arms, pulled me back, and caressed my head as he searched my face. “Mariah?”
Finally, my heart slowed and I smiled. “Again.”
He smiled, I think he blushed a little. “Whatever you want, baby,” he said softly.
“I want you. Inside me.”
“If you insist,” he whispered and grinned.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me. His other hand grabbed his impressive cock and rubbed the crown up and down my sex. I gasped each time it brushed across my still swollen clit. It was like a match being struck.
“Now,” he breathed.
“Please,” I whispered.
He positioned his crown at my opening. “Sit, baby.”
I did, and he glided right in. He stretched me and I groaned, gripping his shoul
ders as I took him in.
“All of me,” he whispered. He placed his hands on my shoulders and held them tight while he raised his hips.
Damn, I thought he was all in. Wait… whoa! What the fuck?
“Ah... Marcus!”
He was so deep inside me, stretching me impossibly more. So deep and I felt beautifully sore, already.
“Mmm, baby... so tight...”
I attempted friction, but he snaked his arms around me and held me still.
“I haven't... I don't... it's been so long. Please,” I begged, trying to move my hips.
He looked me in my eyes again. They were a deeper blue now. Full of passion and… something else. His hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss while holding me still. Once again, his kiss felt like he was trying to tell me something. Marcus twitched inside me. I groaned and pulled back.
“Please,” I begged again.
His grip loosened and he kissed me again.
“Move,” he murmured against my mouth. It was a plea.
I moved his head sideways like he did me and bit him on his jaw. I licked and kissed him up and down his throat, loving his pleasure-filled moans.
I rocked him with my hips. The crown of his cock was hitting the sensitive spot inside me and I could already feel the beginnings of another orgasm. I leaned forward a little and stroke him faster.
“Mm... baby,” he strained. “Baby, please. Slow down. Shit! ”
“I can't! Ah! I have to...”
Another one! I screamed and I threw my arms around his neck, fisting his hair on the back of his head, again. I shuddered and this time, my orgasm was... what? Harder? Stronger? Intense? Whatever it was, it was miles better than the first.
Marcus took over the rhythm and he was moving achingly slow as he made himself rub against my clit and lengthen my orgasm. I was about to declare myself insane from his slow tempo against my swollen clit when he slowed down enough for me to regain some sanity.
I was now a quivering mess. Two fucking orgasms... damn! I've only had two in my entire sex life, and now, I'd had two in less than ten minutes.
Enough. I’m fucking exhausted. Find us a bed so we can crash, Hollander.
He picked up a little when I get my breathing back under control. I rocked with him wondering how long it was going to take him to release.
Hello! Delay that nap, babe!
I looked him in his eyes again. Breathless, I said, “You haven't –”
He grabbed me and held me still. His cock twitched inside me again.
“Not yet, baby. I want one more from you, then I will.”
I shivered inside. “It's like that, is it?”
“Yeah, baby, it's like that.”
Holy shit... three?!
I bit my lip and blushed. “Lucky me.”
“Wrong again,” he murmured as he bit at my neck and placed his thumb on my exhausted clit. He circled it softly while I gently rocked my hips and was shocked when he felt like he’d gotten harder. God! I felt like he could go forever!
But I couldn't. I'd never responded to a man like this.
My limbs were jelly; my bones, water. I was trying to keep up with him but the pleasure that ripped through me was too much. His thumb became more urgent against my clit and I swear I jumped in the air.
“Cum, baby... one more,” he moaned.
Oh, yeah... we’re going to cum again.
“Ah! Marcus,” I groaned as I clawed at him.
Marcus grabbed my hands and I entwined our fingers. He stretched my arms over our heads and locked his. Using him for stability, I lifted myself just a little off him and leaned forward again and fucked him hard moving only my pelvis. Water splashed all around us. My nipples rubbed against his chest. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth then sucked and bit hard. Again, that sensation shot straight to my sex. I screamed his name again and rode him faster.
God, here it comes!
“Yes-s-s,” I moaned as I released. This orgasm is even more intense as the last. I let Marcus' hands go, threw my arms around his neck and held on while I convulsed in extreme and exciting pleasure. His left hand flattened at the bottom of the tub and his right arm gripped my waist, and water splashed everywhere as he wildly bucked into me. He and I grunted with every thrust.
I tightened my arms around his neck as he searched for his orgasm. My clit wanted to sing again but I willed it not to. I knew I would pass out in that tub if it did.
“Ah, fuck! Baby!” Marcus made a growling sound then stilled as he released.
We held each other as our bodies calmed, neither of us wanting to move. I inhaled deeply savoring the scent of him, of me... of us.
I hope we are done with the fucking. I’m beyond exhausted and need my rest. Shit! What kind of vitamins is he taking, so we can stock up? Good night!
After what felt like hours, and our breathing calmed and Marcus gently lifted my head off his shoulder and kissed me deeply, urgently. He pulled back and looked at me with such tenderness that I wanted to melt.
I looked away from him as heat radiated throughout my body. I couldn’t go there with him. He wanted me, I wanted him and now that we’ve had each other, we can just…
“Mariah Nicole Hollander,” he whispered, getting me to look him in his eyes again. He held my gaze.
I smiled, sated and just… yeah. I tilted my head, wondering if he still wanted that sex relationship with me. I thought we’d rock with that.
“What, Boo?”
“I love you.”
I started to shake. What… did I do something wrong? I thought hard as I lifted myself off him. He came out of me far too quickly and I winced as he groaned.
I exited the tub, feeling a strong need to put some space between us and I tried to figure what it is I’d done so I could apologize and promise not to do it again.
Chapter Seven
Gifts, good and bad…
I had to do something, anything to keep space between us. I grabbed my robe and yanked it over my wet body.
“You should go now, Marcus. I'm fine. Lisa should be home soon, so I won't be alone for long.”
He got out of the tub. Shit! I braced myself.
“Mariah...”
I pulled my eyes away from him and looked frantically around the room. Every fucking thing was clean. Nothing was out of place.
“Mariah.”
I saw him out the corner of my eye. Shit! He's so sexy. Especially with that fucking water dripping down his body. I wanted to lick him dry. Well-defined muscle all over. And that damn V above his thighs. Fucking doctors should not be built like this.
Damn it! We’re tightening again! We gotta get him outta here.
“Mariah!” He sounded desperate now.
He stood in front of me and gripped my shoulders. Still naked, dripping wet. I shudder. My tongue was just inches away. One lick and he'd shut the fuck up.
You sure about that? I'm sure as hell NOT. This shit just got serious.
“Stop it! Just... shut up,” I screamed. He quickly released me and I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at him again nor stop the tears. They burned rolling down my cheeks. What did I do and what is taking him so long to yell it to me then—
I don’t want to hear it. We’re not seeing him again! Get rid of him while he’s distracted! Now!
“Please. Get dressed and go. This is what I want. You said whatever I want and I want you to go. Please.”
He stood still in front of me for what felt like an eternity. I knew he was staring at my bowed head, willing me to look up at him but I just couldn't do it. I stepped back several paces, wishing he would just go.
A towel snapped open and I turned away, putting my back to him. I heard him pick up his clothes then put them on slowly, like he was trying hard to buy some time.
Finally, I heard his footsteps behind me then they ceased. I could feel his gaze on my back, piercing into my soul. He was so close, his breath hit my hair.
Don't go,
I wanted to scream. I couldn't; I had to let him go. I gasped and put my hands over my mouth. This pain is so unbearable; so much worse than that fucking migraine.
Would it be worse than the fist he was going to hit us with once he remembered what we’d done to tell us that bullshit?
His arm circled around me then he pulled me tightly to his chest. He planted a long kiss on my hair and released me.
“Thank you for taking care of me last night,” I whispered.
Marcus cleared his throat. “Goodbye, Mariah,” he said with finality.
Finality? How? This just started.
Ooh, I think we were wrong about him.
My heart sunk.
And this is what you asked him for, fool. He’s giving you what you want.
Us, I thought back.
No, this torturous pain is all you, Hollander.
She wanted this, too! Damn, she is so… what’s the effing word?
I stood stoic and resolved as he walked out of the room. I was anything, everything but; I was mostly confused.
I heard the front door close and I ran to the bathroom window. It overlooked the parking lot to the condos. I needed to see him one more time. Shit! Which car does he drive? I held my breath.
Please. Just... once more.
He appeared suddenly, in black jeans and a gray t-shirt. Did he have that on before he got in the tub with me? That's not what he had on when he showed up here last night. I then saw the duffel bag on his shoulder.
When did he have time to go and get that?
He walked slowly but determined, like he's stalling again. Did he want me to call him back? I wanted to. I really wanted to. I'd never wanted anything more but mostly, I wanted to make the pain go away.
He got into a black SUV, a Lexus, I believed. He didn't start it, he just sat there.
I’m starting to think you’re an ignorant fool, Hollander.
Me, too and I couldn't take it a second longer. I ran down the stairs then to the front door. I swung it open and, as fast as I could, I ran to the back of my building. I abruptly stopped at the front of the lot and fell to my knees, wailing. Marcus was already gone.
When I calmed, I slowly walked back to my place and curled up on the couch in a tight ball, trying hard not to start crying again.
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