by G N Wright
He leans forward and takes me back in his mouth, my eyes never stray from Asher. Fuck. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and it isn’t even the first time I’ve been watched. So, why does this feel more erotic than ever?
The fantasies my head creates can't stop me now. I grip Logan’s hair with both hands and fuck his mouth with hard punishing thrusts and he doesn't falter for a second. Just keeps licking and sucking me as I use his mouth to pound in and out of.
He takes my thick length easily, like his mouth was made for me. When he hums around me at the same time I lock eyes with Donovan again, I'm a goner. I come with a choked groan, shooting several long spurts down the back of his throat, which he swallows greedily.
He pulls back slowly, his eyes still locked on mine. When a drop of my come slips out of his mouth and onto his lips, he smirks. He stands, licking my essence back onto his tongue and then slams his mouth onto mine, forcing my own release onto my tongue. He kisses me like he wants to fuck my mouth and knowing that Asher is watching just makes it even hotter. He pulls back and offers me a wink before dropping back to his knees, pulling my pants up and tucking my cock away.
"If you're quite finished, we need to talk, help," Asher’s cold voice cuts into the room. He flicks his gaze to Logan on his knees, "alone," he emphasizes in a tone I’m not familiar with from him.
"Sure you don't want a turn, my little psycho?" Logan teases, licking his lips like he can still taste my come on them, "I can easily go again."
I can't help the flare of jealousy I feel at his offer. Why am I jealous? Because less than a minute ago he was swallowing my come or because I want to be the one to suck Donovan’s dick? What would it be like to have them both on their knees for me worshipping my cock?
"I'll pass, little Royton. Run along and find another willing dick," he tsks at him in response, before bringing his attention back to me.
Logan isn't deterred in the slightest, rising from his knees to reach up and whisper in my ear, loudly enough for Asher to hear, "I can't wait to take your cock in my ass," I’m surprised, as I imagined Logan to be a one and done type of guy. I didn't expect him to offer himself up again. Unsure of what to say, I just smile and give him a slight nod. You don’t turn down a mouth like his.
He nods in return and looks between Donovan and I again, "Okay, well, I'll leave you two to whatever kind of foreplay this is," he gestures with his hands, before walking backwards to leave.
He offers me a wink before he turns as he gets to Asher. He leans in and whispers something in his ear, I see a flicker of surprise on his face before he schools his expression again and Logan leaves us alone.
He stares at me so long I start to feel uncomfortable. It’s not something that is easily done so I can't help but snap at him, "What?" I reach up and run my hands through my hair which is no doubt a mess after my impromptu work out and the best blow job of my fucking life.
"Nothing," he finally breaks his silence and steps into the room with me. "I just thought Jace was the slutty one," his smile is deadly as his lips curl up around his accusation. I can't help but think about how good it would feel to shove my cock between them and punish his dark mouth.
"I'm slutty cause I got my dick sucked?" I try to confirm what he's saying because it seems ridiculous.
"You only just met Logan," he reminds me like I'm not aware.
"And?" I push him trying to work out his point. "What's the matter, dark prince. Haven't you ever wanted someone enough to put them on their knees as soon as you meet them?"
He smirks, “The only time I put someone on their knees is when I'm about to plant a bullet in their skull,” he replies coolly.
I give him a savage grin, “Well, maybe you should try it my way, I can assure you it's just as fun.”
Chapter 37
MARCUS
The ride back to the house was quiet, all of us lost in our own thoughts, including Elle. She looked completely vacant and nothing like my Ells. I didn't give anyone the chance to speak with her, knowing what she needed, I grabbed her and hauled her away. I took her to the bathroom and turned on the shower until steam filled the room. I stripped us silently and pushed her under the spray. I washed her body, memorizing every part of her. Her tattoos, her scars, even her stretch marks, everything that makes her who she is today. Someone who is strong, willing, and determined to take back her life and most importantly just a girl who wants to live her life as a mom.
Once dry, I put her in some of my clothes, something I will never get tired of seeing. Elle draped in my hoodies and sweats is the hottest fucking thing ever. Then I dragged her until we reached Cassie's room and gently pushed inside. I watched as the stress melted away from her, like a weight was being lifted from her shoulders. The light in her eyes finally returned and all for that little girl.
Cassie is something I never expected, yet now I can't imagine what Elle would be like without her. I watch them together and they’re so alike it's ridiculous. It's like reliving my past and seeing Elle as a little girl again. She is so caring and attentive, the exact opposite to what I know she had growing up. She would never make her daughter feel inferior or push her to do shit that didn't make her happy.
People think because Elle grew up with wealth that it made her lucky, it didn't. She grew up in a cold household where she was nurtured more by a credit card and a bunch of servants than her own parents. The fact that she not only survived that, but is now making sure her own child experiences the exact opposite is everything.
I think about what our future might look like, about if we will have kids of our own and make Cass into a big sister. How she would take all the love and comfort that she gets from Elle and give it to her younger siblings. Other people would find those kinds of thoughts strange and premature, but how can that be when this is something that has been in the making since we were five years old. How many people can say they met their soulmate in Kindergarten?
I’ve been watching her sleep for hours, memorizing every inch of her. Just in case she wakes up and comes to her senses, realizing she can do far fucking better than me. The curtains are parted just enough that a slither of moonlight shines into the room lighting her up. She turns until she is lying on her side and snuggles into her pillow in the exact same way she used to when we were kids. Her breathing even and low, a sure sign she’s sleeping peacefully. I curl around her on my side so her back is nestled perfectly into my chest. The curve of her ass resting neatly against my groin. Molded together as one. My arms are tight around her waist pulling her against me. It's like I think if I hold her tightly enough, I can shield her from the evils of this town. Not that she needs me to, if anyone can protect themselves it's her, I just wish she didn't have to.
I watched her kill somebody today, I watched her take his life right in front of me. That should probably make me feel different to how I actually am feeling. Scared maybe, yet all I feel is love, acceptance, just pure fucking obsession. I’m amazed by her. She took an awful situation and let it make her. Burned the old Elle King and rose from her own ashes to become who she is today. Filled with strength, love, and determination. Willing to go to war to protect her family.
I pull her in even closer if that’s even possible and wonder again how the fuck we got here. We were just a couple of kids thrust together by chance, friends by choice, separated by evil, and brought back to one another for vengeance. We aren't the Elle and Marcus who used to lie under the stars and wish for miracles anymore. No, now we fight and fuck and hope our enemies don't get the better of us.
I can't sleep. So many thoughts and emotions pulse through me as I try and sort through everything that has happened. The only thing soothing me is my arms wrapped securely round Elle. Knowing that she’s here, that she’s mine, that she’s safe. We lost our way, the love and friendship I had with her was lost in grief and hate. Yet here she is in my arms. My girl, my fucking girl. How the fuck I managed to convince her that I am worthy enough to stand by her side is b
eyond me, but here I am.
I don't know how we went from best friends to strangers to whatever this is. Calling her my girlfriend just sounds so insignificant, like it's not enough of a word to describe what she means to me. I don't know if such a word exists. She’s a lifeline I didn't know I was missing until she came back and now, I don't think I will ever be able to function without her.
It’s funny because she is still the Elle I remember from when we were young, but so different at the same time. I remember when we met, and I had to push a kid in the sand box for being mean to her. When we were eight, her pet rabbit died, she cried into my shoulder when we buried him in the garden. I think about the time she broke her arm when we were eleven after I dared her to climb a tree, I held her non injured hand all the way to the hospital and wouldn’t let go even when they were putting her cast on. She curled up in my bed the night she got her first period as I rubbed circles on the bottom of her back. Always together, always there for her, except now she doesn’t need me. She isn’t the little girl who needs me to protect her anymore, she is a wild creature who took the darkness that happened to her and turned it into others' destruction.
She stirs in my arms until her cheek rests on my chest and her hand flattens against my heart, if she were awake, she would feel my rapid heartbeat. I look at her hand, the same hands I watched her kill a man with today and not just any man, but the fucking Captain of Police. Except he wasn't spending his life to protect and serve like he should have been, no instead he was a fucking child rapist.
I watched her walk into that cabin and turn into a different person entirely. She tortured him, made him bleed, and all I could do was stand and watch in fucking awe. The way her lips curled in distaste at every word he spoke, the way she rolled her eyes at every scream, the way the blood dripped through her fingers, and she didn't even care. It was fucking stunning.
I wanted to help her, show her that I am in this with her all the way, but I know she needs to do this herself. To take back what they took from her and so many others. It didn't stop me from wanting to bend her over the fucking table of weapons and fuck her until the only screams in the room were ours. Blood or no blood, I wouldn't fucking care.
I just want to take her in my arms and tell her that I know she doesn’t need me, but I need her, want her, fucking crave her. Not that she would have given me a chance, she wouldn't even look at me, like she couldn't bear too. I fucking hated it. I wanted that rage filled gaze locked on mine so she could have seen the way my eyes filled with pride. The way she handled herself, the way she handled that fucking piece of shit, fuck, it was magnificent. I shift slightly, trying to ease my growing erection, thinking about her like that shouldn't make me hard, but fuck it does.
She stirs in her sleep and the wiggle of her body against mine causes my half hard dick to awaken fully. Not that it's ever really asleep with her around, her body is like an accelerant to the lust in my veins. Always present and waiting to be ignited. If a kiss from Elle was the lighting of a candle, then fucking her is like the eruption of every fucking volcano on the planet. Fiery, explosive and completely unstoppable.
She moves again and I can tell the moment she wakes up, the relaxation of her body melting away. I feel her try to turn around so I loosen my arms enough that she can roll over until she is facing me. She stares up at me and I can see the numerous questions swirling behind her eyes.
"Hey," she whispers, like she doesn't know what else to say. It fucking kills me to hear the uncertainty in her voice. What is she thinking?
"Hi, baby," my voice is quiet but steady as I plead with my eyes for her to not overthink anything, to not worry about what she did last night, to know that I love every part of her, including the darkest parts.
"Did you sleep?" She sounds like she’s wishing I did, but I can't lie to her. I shake my head indicating and she frowns as she squeezes her eyes shut with a sigh.
I can't bear it. I uncurl my arms from around her and cup her cheeks, causing her to open her eyes, "I couldn't sleep because no dream would have been better than my reality, my girl safe and asleep in my arms," I watch her take in my words and feel the blush color her cheeks. The heat of it searing into my palms making me smile and lick my lips.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed," I tease.
"I'm not embarrassed," she snaps.
"Oh yeah? Then why are you blushing? You only blush when you are embarrassed, horny, or angry and I don't think you're angry. So, which is it little King?"
She leans in to kiss my cheek, her lips grazing across my jaw until she reaches my ear, "Maybe I'm horny," she murmurs, and I growl.
"Don't play games you can't win, baby," I grit out as her tongue licks my ear.
She pulls back and looks up at me through her lashes, "And who says I can't win?" She lifts her leg and wraps it around me, using the momentum to push me onto my back. She swings her leg across me until she straddles me. She looks down, her hair falling on either side of her face, the strap of her top slipping off her shoulder, she looks like a fucking goddess. My fucking goddess. Mine.
She is only wearing a long, baggy t-shirt and a pair of panties. I can already see her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. She smiles at me coyly, before she rocks her hips against me, causing my half erect dick to stand to attention fully. When she feels my thick length against her she grins and rubs against it gently. There are two layers separating us, but I can still feel her heat burning through them. Fuck, I need her.
I reach up and kiss her, letting my tongue caress hers in perfect synchronization until we are practically fucking each others’ mouths. She continues to grind against my dick and moans into my mouth when she hits a certain spot.
I reach out and grip her hips tightly to pause her movements. "If you wanna ride my dick, baby, then I am gonna need you to do it without the barriers," I growl and she laughs, the sound of it hitting me like a fucking drug. I want more of that, more of her lighthearted fun side, more of her fucking laughs, and definitely more of her moans. She is an addiction of the very best kind.
I slide my hands beneath her shirt and relish in the goose bumps that cover her skin at my touch. I move until I can cup both her breasts and her nipples harden further. I pinch them both and then roll them around in my fingertips and she gasps, arching into my touch. It's exactly what I am looking for, but I need more. I slide my hands back down and she groans in protest while I laugh.
I reach her panties and grip, "I hope you aren't attached to these," I murmur before tightening them within my fingers and pulling until they rip. She startles slightly before giving me a sinful smile. I slide my hands back across her thighs until my thumbs can tease her lips, lips that are already dripping and I grit my teeth when I feel how wet she already is. I slide my thumb up and down her, teasing her until she begins to arch into my touch again, begging for more. More of which I am willing to give her. I move my grip back to her waist and she fumes at me.
"River," her tone is pleading, only fueling my addiction to her.
I pull her up by her waist, so she is on her knees on either side of me and use her distance to allow myself to slip my shorts down and free my hard aching cock. She looks down at it and licks her lips and I feel myself throb. I need her on my cock now! I shove my shorts down my legs until I can kick them free and then drag her back down onto me until her heat coats my cock.
"Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked," I drag her along my length until I am covered in her, something I have never had before, and it sets off something primal inside of me. "Ready to ride me, baby?" I grit out, almost begging her.
She reaches out her hands to lean against my chest and lifts herself slightly. I waste no time in lining my cock up with her entrance. She lowers herself onto my aching cock so fucking slowly that I can't breathe. When she reaches my base she curses, "Fuck." Fuck indeed.
She rolls her hips allowing herself to adjust to me before she rises slightly and comes back down. She is trying to fin
d a rhythm that works, and I am her willful fucking servant. I grip the sheets and let her have control, I want her to fuck me how she needs, taking what she wants from me. She leans down and kisses me hard, pushing her tongue back into my mouth and letting it dance with mine.
When she starts to slide up and down me, her wetness grips me in the most perfect way, I can't hold back anymore. I grab her hips and pick up the pace. Pounding up into her, until she is moaning loudly into my mouth. She pulls back when she can no longer kiss me through her groans. I move one of my hands until it grips the back of her neck, holding her against me, our foreheads locked against one another. She stares deep into my eyes, my fucking soul, as I fuck her relentlessly. Nothing will ever beat this feeling, the feeling of her consuming me as she rides my dick like it was made for her. Hell, it fucking was made for her, like I was made for her. She couldn't escape me now even if she tried, I would stalk to the ends of the fucking earth to find her.
"Yes, Marcus, yesssss," the only time my name on her lips sounds good. "Don't stop, right there," Like I could stop, does she not know how good she feels?
She starts to shake, and I feel her clench around me as her orgasm wracks through her body, her pussy like a vice around my cock. When I feel her coming, I can't stop my own impending orgasm and I fuck her in fast, shallow thrusts until I am flooding her with my release, "Yes, baby, I'm coming," I growl loudly, not stopping until every drop of come has been drawn from me.
Fuck. Our bodies are covered in sweat as we both struggle to catch our breath, eyes still locked on one another. I bring my hands to cup her face again and kiss her. This time slow, steady yet still as fucking sinful before pulling back. "You are so fucking perfect, baby," I whisper, nuzzling into her hair as she collapses onto my chest.
"Thank you for being here," she whispers into the night and I can't help but startle at her words as she adds in a sleepy tone, "I need you more than you know."
