by G N Wright
He looks off to the side breaking our eye contact, before looking back to me and grabbing me into a bear hug. His tall frame means his arms wrap around my head as mine go around his waist, “Thank you,” he muffles into my hair.
He pulls back and I look up at him making sure he is really okay.
“I’m good, Elle, I promise, now go sort your man out. We’ll save you some pizza,” he winks. I roll my eyes before turning to go fix another lost Rebel.
Chapter 28
MARCUS
The water turns my skin to ice, but still it isn’t cold enough to put out the fire I feel in my body. I am burning with need, rage, desire, and pain. The panic I felt earlier as I watched Elle disappear followed by the sounds of gunshots is something I never want to experience more of. I felt like she was slipping through my fingers all over again and I fought with everything I had, to get to her. I didn’t think twice when a guy stumbled across me on my way to find her. Didn’t take the time to worry about my fists pounding into his face until it caved in. Didn’t think about the life I took without restraint. The only thing running through my mind was that I had to get to her.
The shower door opens, I don't have to look to know it's her. Taking away the fact that out of everyone here she would be the only one to come looking for me, I just know it’s her. I can feel her, like I’m a magnet and she is my counterpart, pulling me towards her at all times. She wraps her arms around me from behind and I shudder when her naked body presses against mine. Fuck. Elle King is naked and wet in my fucking shower. I reach out and turn the dial on the shower to warm the water up.
I take her arms in mine and unfold them from around me so I can spin and face her. I look down and my throat goes dry, she is naked, fully stripped bare, and all for me. Fuck. I don’t fucking deserve this. She lets her gaze travel down my body taking in my own naked frame and I see the moment she lands on my cock as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. I am harder than fucking stone but still my cock juts at thinking about biting that lip myself. She seems transfixed on it and it’s only then I wonder if this is the first time, she has ever seen a naked man. She is looking at me like she wants to memorize every inch of me. It takes every ounce of restraint I have, to allow her to continue her appraisal instead of grabbing her and fucking her against the tiles.
Her gaze comes back up slowly but catches on my chest and it’s only then I notice some blood there. She frowns before looking round and grabs a washcloth and soap. She squirts some into the cloth before she begins to wash my body slowly and rhythmically. I honestly don’t think I have ever experienced anything as erotic as Elle King washing me, but fuck I am barely holding on. She washes me until I am completely clean and then she goes to return the washcloth to where she got it, but I stop her movements. She looks back up at me and she swallows, as I take it from her and squirt more soap onto it. I slide it over her shoulders and down her arms before dragging it across her breasts, removing the traces of blood. I take in the bite marks I left there in the back of the car, and my cock juts out again. Fuck, she looks good with my mark on her. I drop my gaze to her stomach and grimace at the sight of the scars there, not that they diminish my lust or her beauty in any way, but they are just a reminder of what that fucking prick did to her. I clench my fist around the cloth as she steps closer, so her body touches mine and I lock my gaze back with hers.
“Don’t leave me, River, stay here with me and only me,” she whispers, pleading with me.
I pause and then speak quietly, “It should have been me,” I whisper into the water.
“You think I didn’t want that?” she whispers back taking a step closer to me, so her body is pressed completely against mine and I fight back a groan as she continues, “You think I didn’t wish that. That my fourteen-year-old heart didn’t beat every fucking beat for Marcus Riviera,” fuck her honesty is pouring out. “Fuck me, River, my heart has beat for you ever since we were five years old. I dreamt of the days it would go further than a peck on the lips. Of what it would feel like to have your tongue tangle with mine.” The water drips down her body as she continues, “Or what it would feel like for your hand to slide into my pants and find me soaked for you. How we would be each other's first and nothing and no one would ever matter again. You think this is hard for you? Well fuck you, River because you don’t know shit.”
She turns to leave but I don’t give her a chance, she isn’t walking away from me anymore, we are fucking in this together, forever. I grab her by the back of the neck and drag her back to me, “No more fucking running, little King,” I say, as I pick her up and back her into the tiles. “No more fucking messing around. You’re right,” I add, and her face is shocked. “You want me, you fucking got me, baby,” I kiss her wildly and she opens her mouth for me without pause and our tongues dance together in reckless abandonment.
Fuck, never in my life will I get used to the feeling of kissing her. My cock is painfully hard and presses against her core, fuck she is wet, warm and oh so fucking tempting, but I am not fucking her for the first time against the shower wall. She grinds against me and when I pull back, she fumes and I laugh, “Patience, baby.”
“I think we’ve waited long enough for this, River, don’t you?” she rasps, and she is right, no more holding back. I reach behind me and turn off the water. I place her back on her feet before reaching out and grabbing us both a towel. I wrap mine around my waist before putting hers round her shoulders and then I scoop her up into my arms and stalk back into my room. I throw her gently on the bed, she squeals in shock and excitement. The sight is fucking glorious. My girl, naked and in my bed, looking at me like she is willing to give me everything. We both know I don’t deserve it, but I’m selfish bastard so I’m going to fucking take it anyway.
I move to the end of the bed, grab her ankles, and drag her down until she reaches me. The movement leaves the towel behind her and my eyes fucking feast on her nakedness. She is fucking perfect. Her skin is flawless even with the scars, I drop to the floor and she props up onto her elbows so she can look at me. I grip her knees and part them, leaning down to drop a trail of kisses along her inner thigh. I kiss and tease along the dream catcher tattoo and make sure I don’t leave any of the marks there untouched. I move to the other thigh and continue the same pattern until I reach her pussy.
Fuck, it’s perfectly pink and plumped and she already has juices coating her thighs, I lean in closer and I can smell her arousal, I fucking groan. I slide my finger down it and she takes a sharp breath, I flick my eyes back to her and she is watching me from a hooded gaze, already panting. Oh, my little King has no fucking idea what I am about to do to her. I use my fingers and part her lips exposing her clit to me, she is dripping. I take a long lick all the way from her ass to her clit before I suck it into my mouth gently and she moans. I flick my tongue back and forth across it, before motioning the number eight around it and her moans get louder.
“Fuck Marcus!” she pants and my name on her lips has never sounded so good as she releases it with a breathy moan. It spurs me on, I lick her harder, faster until I can feel her legs begin to shake. “Yes, Marcus, right there,” her moans get louder and I fucking love it. Seeing her lose control in a whole different way, reacting to what I am doing to her. Letting go and not caring who hears.
“You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” I say sucking her clit back into my mouth and she grinds against my lips. So, fucking perfect I groan again, “Yes, Ells, ride my face. I wanna taste your cum on my tongue, baby,” I say as I continue licking her from top to bottom before I spear my tongue inside her and she breaks. I swallow her down as she comes, lapping her up like I am a starving man, and she is my last fucking meal. She tastes so fucking sweet and I know I will never get enough of her.
I don’t let up as I drag my lips up her stomach and allow my tongue to tease and lick every scar there paying special attention to the two largest ones. I want her to know that these marks on her skin mean nothing to me, I don’t care that someo
ne took her first, I only care about the fact that she was hurt and making sure it never happens again.
She grabs my hair and drags me up until she can kiss me again as she tastes herself on my lips. She grinds herself against me and her wetness soaks my cock and I shudder desperate to slide inside her, but I need to make sure she is ready. I glide my hand between our bodies and tease her clit with my fingers until she has soaked them. I move further down until I can push one inside her and she groans at the intrusion. Fuck, she is tight even on my finger. I pump it slowly in and out of her before I add another, teasing her until she is panting again. I curl them inside her ensuring they stroke along her g-spot, while bringing my thumb to her clit, in quick hard circles. It isn’t long before she cries out again, clenching around my fingers as she comes. The look on her face of pure ecstasy and I wish I could see it forever.
She is breathless as she grabs at me, “No more, Marcus. I need you inside please, I need you to fuck me,” she begs. Fuck. I have never had an offer so fucking tempting.
“Fuck, baby, I’ll come before I am even inside you if you keep talking like that,” I press her body into the mattress and kiss her hard. Feeling desperate for more of her. When I pull back, I lean over and reach for a condom out of my bedside drawer but when I bring my arm back, she grabs it shaking her head.
“No River, no barriers, please, I’m clean, obviously, and if you haven’t been with anyone since I came back, then I know you are too.”
I blink, what the fuck? “How do you know that?” I wonder and she blushes biting that fucking lip again.
She looks away, “Erm, I may have hacked into your medical records,” she says with a shrug and I grab her face and bring her gaze back to mine.
“I fucking love you, baby,” I smile so wide my fucking cheeks hurt, but for her, I don’t care. For her, it’s worth it. I toss the condom on the floor and kiss her again before I add, “Fucking bare.”
I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly slide inside. Inch by inch letting her accommodate to my size. Fuck she’s tight. Tighter than anything I have ever felt. It takes everything in me not to come as soon as her wet heat wraps around me.
“Fuckkkk,” I groan, unable to keep it in and look down at her, “You okay?”
She nods rapidly, “I’m fine, don’t stop,” she says in a tense voice.
I push all the way in until I bottom out inside her and fucking hell, nothing will ever feel this good. I regret every fucking girl before her because no one has ever felt this fucking amazing before. I wish I could erase every single one of them and only have her. I am never letting her go again.
I slide back out slowly before pushing back inside her, “Mine,” I growl in her ear, slowly rocking my hips forward and giving her time to adjust. I know it isn’t technically her first time but as far as I am concerned this is the only first time that counts. She gave this to me willingly and I want to make sure it’s perfect.
“Marcus,” she moans my name and I swear to god, I have never needed to come so much in my life but her breathy moans just spur me on. My body is humming with electricity as the pleasure courses through me. My heart is pounding hard and my breathing comes in quick huffed breaths. My whole world is fucking alive for the first time ever as I take what I have been fucking dreaming of for years.
I thrust into her in long, slow, deep thrusts, and it’s fucking euphoric. Nothing has ever felt this good or this perfect and it’s in this moment, that I know. I don’t care what I have to do or what lengths I have to go to, I will bring this town to its fucking knees for my girl.
Chapter 29
ELLE
This is how I always imagined my first time to be. No pain, no fear, just pure fucking love. It's addictive. It’s like he is a drug and I want every high he has to fucking give. I never want to come down. He trails kisses down my neck and across my nipples and it’s like his tongue is erasing every affliction of pain marred against my skin. I don’t feel dirty, abused, or afraid. I feel loved, empowered, fucking worshipped.
I hold onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his back causing him to moan as his body rocks into mine. His fucking body, I thought you only saw shit like this on Instagram, but he is fucking toned to perfection. The hard plains of his stomach contract with every thrust and the veins in his forearms are bulging out. It’s like he was made from the mold of a fucking Greek god. He starts to pick up the pace as his thrusts turn maddening. Quick and deep making the sounds of our bodies slapping together loud. He circles his hips as he enters me smacking against my clit each time and I feel like I am ready to snap.
He has one hand with a punishing grip on my thigh. He uses it to lock it in place around his body as he continues to pound into me and I pray he leaves more marks on me, so I can remember this feeling. He uses his other hand to tease my nipple into a hard aching point before he pinches it hard and I cry out. Fuck who knew that could feel so good. I feel myself starting to clench around him as my orgasm starts taking over again. He already made me come twice but I can feel a third building.
I sense the moment he feels it because he becomes relentless. Pounding into me so hard that the headboard starts to bang against the wall. No doubt alerting his brothers to exactly what we are doing in here, but I am beyond caring. The only thing I care about right now is him, us. I want everything he has to give. I need it. Crave it. Chasing the high only he can give me.
He moves the hand from my nipple to the bottom of my throat and gives it a gentle squeeze and instead of panic all I feel is pleasure. Pure ignited pleasure. I grip the arm around my throat and squeeze it tight urging him on. His eyes darken even more as he takes me in beneath him, fucking me even harder.
“Come for me, little King,” he growls and it’s my undoing. My release slams into me like a tidal wave that just keeps going as he continues to fuck me relentlessly, chasing his own release.
“Fuckkkkk,” he groans loudly thrusting into me one last time, emptying himself inside me, before collapsing on top of me as we both try to catch our breath. Our bodies are coated in sweat, as they come together in an entanglement of limbs, and I never want to be apart from him again. I want this always. Us naked and bare for each other.
He pulls back his head from my shoulder and kisses me again. It’s slow and passionate and fucking everything I have ever wished for. It’s erotic and fucking maddening and it feels like he is kissing me like it might be the last time he ever does. I hope he always fucking kisses me like this, like he needs it more than his next breath.
I feel the tears on my cheek before I even realize I am crying and when his hand comes up to cup my face, he feels them and pulls back immediately regret filling his eyes.
“Fuck, baby. What's wrong? I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” his panicked words just make me cry more, as I struggle to respond.
Shaking my head vigorously, “No, River,” I gasp. “It was just so perfect. That is exactly how my first time should have been,” I admit my heart breaking for everything we should have had.
He gives me a pained smile before kissing my lips again and pulling back, “Baby, that is the only first time that matters,” he whispers against my lips before adding, “for both of us.”
I am immediately on high alert thinking about who else he has been with and wondering if making them bleed is over the top as I ask, “Who was your first time?”
He rolls his eyes, “No one relevant, trust me,” he says before taking in my expression. “And no, you can’t stab them with your pretty blade,” he adds with a teasing glint in his eye.
He pulls out of me slowly and I wince slightly. He didn’t hurt me, but it’s been three years since that night, so I might as well have still been a virgin. He looks down between our bodies again and curses.
“What?” I ask panicking but he just bites his fist with a groan.
“Seeing my come leak out of you should be a fucking crime baby, fucking perfect,” he professes, and I laugh at his dirty words with a blush.
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He laughs in return palming my thigh possessively still staring between my legs, “Can’t be shy on me now baby. Not when I know what it feels like to have that wet pussy coming on my cock.”
“Oh my god!” I choke a laugh before I throw a pillow at him and hide my face in the blankets.
He dives back onto the bed and whips the cover off me, “Never hide, baby, not from me,” he says with a serious look on his face, that is so intense all I can do is nod. He smiles and then moves to the bathroom before returning with a warm wet cloth which he uses to clean between my thighs.
“Wanna sleep?” he asks gently but I shake my head.
“Actually, I’m starving, can we go see if the guys left us any pizza?” I plead, needing to satisfy my other needs. Only cheesy carby goodness will suffice.
“They will have if they know what's good for them,” he snarks and I laugh.
He makes his way into his wardrobe to get dressed as I climb from the bed and it’s only then I realize I have no clothes here that aren't ruined by blood. Marcus comes back out and pauses to lean on the door as his gaze rakes over me like he didn’t just fuck me six ways to Sunday.
“Damn,” he whispers with a smile, “As much as I like the view baby, I don’t want my brothers seeing it,” he teases passing me some sweats.
“Please,” I roll my eyes. “Linc has more interest in my best friend than me and Jace has become more like my brother than yours,” I tease back.
“Oh yeah? Kiss your brothers often do you?” he says, giving me a pointed look.
“You deserved that,” I eye him with my own look as I slip into the clothes he gave me.
He groans, “You’re insufferable, come on” he drags me by the hand until I’m following him into the living room.
Lincoln and Jace are both sitting playing video games with a bunch of empty pizza boxes surrounded them. “Hey lovers,” Jace greets us, wiggling his eyebrows and I groan looking at Marcus.
