Mariah: The M Series: Book Two

by Ryanne Anthony

  Marcus fisted my hair and I gripped him tighter, stroking as I moved faster, getting more and more excited at each of his moans and thrusts.

  “Ah, baby... stop,” he groaned.

  I didn't. I want him to come down my throat. I peeked up at him as I waited for the growl. He didn't want to come yet; instead he gripped my arms and pulled me up hard and fast. Face flushed, breathing heavily he pulled me to him and kissed me hard.

  “Bed. NOW,” he ordered against my mouth.

  I pulled away and looked at him. His eyes were on fire, looking at me like Bill looks at Sookie, right before he devours her. I instantly tightened painfully hard in my sex.

  He kicked out of his shoes and I loosened my pants as I slowly walked backwards toward the bedroom, too nervous and excited to turn my back to him.

  He lifted his legs, one at a time, out of his pants and underwear, and starts walking toward me. His eyes never left mine.

  I slowed my pace a little as my pants fall to my ankles and I kicked them toward Marcus, who swatted them away with one hand and then bent to remove his socks. He tossed them behind him as he moved toward me. I put my hands on my panties and was about to push them down when Marcus shook his head. I moved my hands away.

  “Run,” he snarled.

  I gasped at how that one word sounded coming out his mouth. I turned quickly and ran down the hall and he was on my tail, catching me around my waist with one arm just as I got inside the bedroom. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, threw me on it then crawled his way between my splayed legs. Gripping my panties, he ripped them off then inserted two fingers into my sex. I moaned as he roughly stroked and thumbed my clit.

  “That's the fifth this week you've ruined,” I panted.

  “So?” He smirked. “I don't give a fuck,” he muttered, lowering between my legs.

  “Okay, then... forget I brought it up.”

  He cocked his head at me. “Forget what?”

  I stayed silent, moving my hips with his fingers while thinking he bought stock in Victoria’s Secret or something.

  “Thought so... shut up,” he ordered and bit my sex.

  “Okay,” I screamed when that bolt of pleasure shot through me.

  He licked my clit rapidly, then slowed and repeated, sliding his fingers in and out of me, ridiculously slow. His other hand clamped down on my mound, holding me still while his tongue flicked mercilessly all over my sex, making me moan, convulse and writhe. I felt so good, I probably could’ve sung an entire opera.

  “Ah! Marcus! Oh shit... okay! Stop!”

  I was on the edge, so close to coming. I grabbed his hair and tried to pull him off me, but he grabbed my wrists with ease and pinned them on my stomach, slowing down his licks as I hardened... then he blew, long and soft.

  I screamed loud and shivered as tears poured out of my eyes. Each time he did that to me, I just knew I’d never cum harder in my life, but I always did. Sex with Marcus was definitely intense.

  While, panting and trying to recover, Marcus took my wrists in one hand, and pinned them on the bed over my head and rammed into me, making me yelp. I tightened my legs around his waist, while he slammed into me over and over. Suddenly he stilled, and I closed my eyes, dragging air in my lungs, thinking good... he's finally finished.

  No, wait... there was no growl... was it?

  I felt him twitch inside me and he abruptly pulled out, lifted me by my wrists and turned me so that my back was at his chest. I was on his lap straddling him and he thrusted his cock back into my throbbing sex, holding me to tight, and smashing my breasts with his arm.

  Marcus got a rhythm going with me, very slow and sensual, while biting at my neck, licking my ear, and his free hand slowly massaged my clit. His cock was hitting the sweet spot inside my sex and it was all driving me so fucking crazy.

  “Mmm... this feels so good, Marcus,” I moaned.

  “Not as good as it feels to me, baby,” he panted in my ear.

  This rhythm felt like it went on for hours, and I couldn't keep my mind in order, as I concentrated on that delicious cadence. He suddenly stopped and tensed.

  “Shit... your phone is ringing!”

  “Fuck that phone,” I yelled, panting and wriggling on him.

  He chuckled in my ear. “I'd rather fuck you.”

  “Shut up and do it then, damn it,” I yelled as we find that rhythm again.

  Marcus' circling finger picked up its motion and I tingled... I just knew this was going to be squirt.

  “Oh, no... no,” I moaned as my hips took on a mind of their own.

  “Yes! Come on, baby! Squirt for me,” Marcus rasped in my ear.

  “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I screamed as I came, loud and long, releasing far more than I’d ever had, which drove Marcus insane. He moaned loudly against my throat.

  “I really fucking love that,” he groaned and gripped me even tighter.

  Next thing I know, Marcus was on his back and mine was halfway on his chest. My left leg over his, my right leg pinned under his right. He had me spread-eagled, thrusting into me for dear life, cupping and massaging my breasts, and I couldn’t believe I wanted to cum again. I gasped and tightly gripped the sheet under us.

  “I love how you respond to me, baby... I feel how hard your clit is on my cock. Come with me, baby... I can't hold off any longer.”

  I heard his beautiful growl, moaned again and froze as my sex tightened and another mind blowing orgasm ripped through me.

  “FUCK,” he shouted and convulsed.

  We were so wet and the whole room smelled like sex. My skin was on fire and slick with sweat. I rose and fell with Marcus' breathing. He held me tight and massaged my body and it felt so good and relaxing, I was lulled into sleep.

  * * *

  When I woke, I was under a sheet, at the head of the bed. Marcus was wrapped around me softly breathing on my neck. My stomach growled hard and I believe that's what woke me. I glanced at the clock. Yep, missed lunch and dinner and my stomach was pissed at me and letting me know.

  “Jesus! Is that your stomach,” Marcus asked, sleepily.

  I giggled. “Yeah. I haven't eaten since breakfast.”

  “What the hell, Mariah? Why not?”

  “I keep getting distracted, especially at dinner time.”

  Marcus chuckled and sat up. “That is not a good sound. I'll fix you something.”

  “No, it’s too late to eat something heavy. I'll find something, maybe a sandwich. I'm going to shower then I’ll eat. Lie back down.”

  “Shit, it's almost eleven,” Marcus said angrily and got out of the bed. I sat up as he went into the bathroom. I soon heard the shower. A minute later, he came back to the bed and held out his hand to me. I took it and got off the bed. He led me to the shower and got in with me.

  I stood in front of him, loving how the water shoots out and hits my skin. Marcus' hand comes around me and lathers my scented body wash all over me, washing me and turning me on again, my skin stinging as the water rinsed off the soap. I relaxed my back on his chest as his hand cupped my sex and gently massaged as his thumb caressed my clit. I felt his erection on my lower back and smiled.

  “I want you again, baby.”

  “Good,” I breathed.

  Marcus held my hand and led me to the double sink. He lifted me to sit on the edge of the counter, between the sinks. He lifted my right leg over his left arm and gripped the sink base, firmly. I put my hands on his shoulders as he slowly glided into me. He lifted my other leg around his waist and slowly moved inside me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rhythm, moaning softly.

  “Look down, baby,” he whispered.

  I looked down between us and watch as his thick, hard cock slid in and out of me, and a chill spread through me. I gripped the edge of the sink and stared.

  “That is so...” I started, fascinated. I'd never seen myself have sex before and I found it extremely erotic and couldn’t stop watching.

  “It's fucking fantastic, baby,” Marcus m
urmured, still watching, too.

  My breathing picked up and Marcus became more aggressive with his strokes.

  “Yes, baby... I can't wait to see this...”

  “Ooh, ooh...” I moaned, so close to releasing.

  Marcus bent his knees and stroked me faster, successfully rubbing my hardened clit with his shaft, and I shivered, hard. I threw my head back and gripped the sink tighter and exploded. Marcus gasped.

  “That was so fucking hot, baby! We have to do that again,” he said as he slowed down then stilled.

  I breathed heavily. “Do what again, boo?”

  “I have to make you cum again! Look at my cock, baby.”

  I looked down at him, his crown still inside me and a thick, white goo was all over his shaft. I gasped through my breaths.

  “Is that... me?”

  “Yes, it is, baby... it's so hot the way it squirts out and appeared on me like this. Fuck! I'm so turned on thinking about it! I've never seen this before. One more, baby,” he begged.

  “Marcus, no,” I pleaded, knowing how intense the next one will be.

  “Yes, baby,” he moaned. Ignoring my plea, he moved inside, hitting on my newly highly-sensitive clit.

  I groaned when I felt myself build again. I reached back and gripped the sinks on either side of me and fucked back, as Marcus looked down at our sex.

  “SHIT,” I shouted and stilled. I came again, falling to my elbows as Marcus suddenly grabbed my thighs and slammed repeatedly into me.

  “You drive me crazy, baby,” he growled as he thrusted. “I can watch you cum all day, every day.”

  I whimpered at his assault, feeling that familiar build again. I screamed and froze and Marcus stopped. I don't have to look at him to know that he was watching me squirt again as I felt him twitch inside me.

  “It's running down my fucking thigh this time,” he shouted, slamming into me again.

  I reached toward the edge of the counter and gripped it tightly and stilled my hips as Marcus slammed into me repeatedly, making the familiar growling sound that signaled he was mercifully close to his climax.

  Suddenly he gripped my hips and slammed twice more before stilling and exclaiming my name with unabashed passion. He collapsed on my chest, rubbing my body as we slowed our breathing.

  After a while, the hard counter felt uncomfortable on my back and I wriggled under him.

  “What's wrong,” Marcus asked, lifting his head to look at me.

  “The counter is hurting my back.”

  “Oh, right. Sorry, baby,” he said softly, as he rose and helped me up.

  I went back to the shower and he followed. I put my hand up.

  “No, Marcus. Enough,” I said, firmly.

  He laughed and pulled me to him.

  “Okay, baby. I just want to wash and fix you something to eat. I'll be a good boy, I promise.”

  “You already were a good boy, that's why I don't want you in here with me,” I murmured as we entered the shower. Marcus laughed again.

  I soaped myself then washed my hair. I rinsed my body and when I opened my eyes again, Marcus was staring at me, grinning and gripping his erection.

  “Double matinee, baby.”

  “You have got to be kidding! Damn it, Marcus,” I whined as he lifted and leaned me against the wall.

  * * *

  I finally got him away from me and cleaned myself in private. When I returned to the bedroom, it was after midnight, almost one. Shit! I won't be able to function at all tomorrow. I pulled on my white robe, praying it didn't turn him on, too. I felt so weak and jellied that I wanted to grin and cry at the same damn time.

  I moisturized my hair then sat on the floor while I oiled body, listening to my iPod. When I finished, I wiped my hands as Melissa Etheridge wailed in my ears about walking across fire and wailed right along with her.

  Marcus appeared in the doorway, with a delicious looking sub and two bottles of water. I blushed and stopped singing when I noticed him and a big, gorgeous smile on his face. He gave me a water and sat next to me.

  “Was I loud,” I asked, taking out the earbuds.

  “No, baby. Once again, you sounded beautiful. Why are we on the floor, by the way?”

  “I don't want to get oil on your furniture and sheets. So I sit here until I'm moisturized.”

  He frowned. “It's ours, baby. Don't worry about it; it's just furniture.”

  “To you, it's just furniture.”

  He nodded and we grew silent as we ate. Soon, I felt overwhelming tension radiating from Marcus.

  “Mariah, we need to talk.”

  Oh, shit. That's not good.

  He was going to ask for the ring back, and after he spent the evening fucking me! Tears started to sting my eyes and I stared at the last of the sandwich in my hands.

  “I want to tell you about what put me in that mood earlier.”

  “Okay.” I took a deep breath as I put my sub on the plate. I turned to him, bracing myself.

  “Baby…” He released a hard exhale. “I lost a child this morning.”

  I gasped. “What happened,” I asked softly, taking his hand.

  Marcus' voice cracked. “She drowned. Nathan and I... we had a pulse, a weak one but...”

  I scooted closer to him and put my head on his shoulder, keeping a firm grip on his hand. “What do you think you shouldn't have done, boo?”

  “I don't know... I keep going over the whole thing in my head and I can't figure out what I did wrong. Why is that little angel dead now? What did I do wrong?”

  “Marcus... how long did you try before you pronounced?”

  He took a deep breath. “Fifty-one minutes.”

  “And how long was she in the water?”

  “No one knows; her parents were in an argument when she wandered off.”

  “Was she blue when she came in?”

  He didn't answer; he leaned his head back on the bed and exhaled. I sat up on my knees and turn his head to me.

  “Don't beat yourself up, boo. I'm sure you did everything you could for her but sadly, these things happen, no matter how hard we fight to prevent them.”

  “I did fight, and so did Nathan... she just...” his voice cracked again. “It doesn't get easier, feeling the loss. I thought it would over time, but it just seems… it feels like it gets worse.”

  “It's okay that you feel this grief. The loss of a child is... devastating, to say the least and to everyone around. It's good you feel it this deeply; it's what makes you a good provider and fight harder for the children you treat. I know you did everything you could for her but, sometimes, it's just out of your hands.”

  He studied me a moment then looked at my left hand entwined in his, then kissed it.

  “Giving you this ring was the best decision I ever made. I can't imagine my life without you. I got a taste of it last month and I never want to feel that again. The pain of today is nothing compared to what I felt after you broke away from me after we danced, after that last kiss. I can’t believe you asked me if I wanted it back, baby. I never want to see it off your finger.”

  I gazed at him, my heart swelling at his words. “I understand that pain. I felt it too,” I whispered. “I never want this to leave my finger, either. We’re us, forever.”

  He reached up to my nape and pulled me close. He kissed me so sweetly it brought tears to my eyes. I returned the kiss with all the passion inside me, willing him to feel mine as much as I felt his.

  We stood as we continued kissing. Marcus grabbed me and pulled me to his body. He unknotted my robe and it fell to the floor, over our forgotten food. I put my hands in his pajama bottoms and tugged them down and he stepped out of them, then eased me back on the bed. I broke the kiss to slide back and he followed, then moved me to lay on a pillow at the head of the bed.

  Marcus claimed my mouth again, with all the passion of before, and settled between my opened legs as he caressed every part of my body he could.

  He slid his arm under me and grippe
d my nape. His other hand clamped on my hip and he slowly entered me. I moaned as he filled me.

  We laid there kissing and touching, with him inside me not moving, just feeling.

  “Please,” I whispered, moments later, pushing my hips.

  Marcus started to move. Both of us moaned when pleasure ripped through me at a slow, almost agonizing pace. I whimpered when I felt my impending orgasm and Marcus sped up a little, releasing my mouth and growling into my throat. The sound sent shivers through me and I came so hard that I shook and grabbed Marcus, squeezing him tight. He wrapped his arms around me, too, and he released seconds after me, holding me tighter, while murmuring my name.

  That was by far the best love-making we had/have ever shared.

  Marcus claimed my mouth again, kissing me slowly and thoroughly as he gradually withdrew from my body. He laid behind me and turned off the lone light burning in the room then snuggled behind me, throwing his leg over mine, pinning me to the bed. I don’t think I’d sleep well if he doesn’t do that.

  “Thank you, Mariah,” he whispered at my ear, rubbing my belly. “I feel so much better now. I love you, baby.”

  “Don’t ever thank me, boo. And I love you, but...”

  He stilled. “What?”

  “Marcus, never start a conversation with me with the words 'Mariah, we need to talk' again; that's the international code for 'this ain't working out for me.'”

  Marcus laughed and hugged me tight. “You'll never hear that phrase from me again, baby.”

  “Good.” I smiled then fall asleep.

  * * *

  I startled awake and looked at the clock. It was after ten! I attempted to jump up, but Marcus still had a grip on me. I shook him.

  “Marcus!”

  “I've already called Evelyn,” he mumbled. “She said she'll see you tomorrow.”

  I exhaled my relief and looked out the window. “Damn it... now I'm wide awake for nothing!”

  Marcus chuckled as I felt twitching on my ass. “Let's see what we can do to make you sleepy again,” Marcus said, rolling me to my back.