by C. C. Morian
“Turn around,” he said again. “Now.”
Melissa turned, a little quickly, knowing she shouldn’t be ashamed of her ass, it was fine, but still the part of her she hated most. She was afraid he was going to make her stay like that, but then his hands were on her, pulling her back on the bed.
“You’ve been working out,” was all he said.
She had no real reason to, but she felt relieved anyway. “Running mostly.”
“It shows.”
Even these little words made her smile, this small comment better than a flowery compliment.
Marcus pulled her toward him, one hand on her back, the other on her ass, positioning her so that her breasts were over his face. Her hair fell in the way, and she felt his mouth on her tit, her nipple reacting, as if reaching out into his mouth just as her tongue had. Melissa pushed her hair away, wanting to see him suckle her. He took more of her in his mouth, his tongue never stopping its rough lashing at her nipple, and then he pulled back, gripping her with his teeth, slowly biting down, dragging his front teeth along her elongated teat, harder and harder, bringing her just to the edge of pain, closer, closer. She cringed, waiting for it, dreading and wanting it at the same time, and just as she was about to cry out he reversed his lips, returning to a softer suckle, taking her in his mouth again. Over and over, this gentle caress with his lips, then the hard lap of his tongue. And then the teeth.
Such a simple thing, his teeth on her sensitive nipple, putting her at his mercy. Making Melissa swing between a flinch and a desire.
She was holding herself up with her arms, and now they were shaking, needing relief, but she was not able to free herself from the wonderful torment. In one fluid movement Marcus shifted to her other breast, and her free nipple throbbed, swollen, more engorged than she had ever seen it.
She was ready now for what he would do to her other breast, but that didn’t help, her body reacted the same way, hungering for his attention. She couldn’t take more of this, so she slipped away, pulling at him to follow, until she was on her side, cradling him with one arm, her other hand reaching for his belt. She fumbled with it, his mouth on her making it so hard to concentrate, she was not able to do something as simple as freeing the buckle.
“Wait, wait,” she said, but Marcus didn’t stop, and she pulled her other hand around and now she worked on his pants with both hands, in a hurry now, needing him. And then he was free, and she wanted to see his cock, she wanted him in her mouth, but he wouldn’t let her go, his mouth locked on her breast, and Melissa thought if he kept going she might come, something she had never done just from that, but so help her it might happen.
She had to content herself with his cock in her hand, so thick, her long fingers not even close to being able to surround it, and she kissed the top of his head, his ears, his forehead, anything she could reach.
Finally Marcus pulled away from her breast, his lips clenched hard, dragging across her engorged teat, and for a split second it passed from pleasure to pain, so quick that her body reacted faster than her mind, and she jumped, the pain shooting through her, and then it was gone. Marcus lifted his head and her mouth sought him out, her hands stroking him, his hardness exciting her as much as anything anyone had ever done to her, exciting her more than other men’s fingers or cocks even inside of her. Just knowing that she made Marcus aroused, that she got him that hard, that sucking on her breasts excited him.
She shimmied down his body, pulling off his slacks as she did so, kissing him all the way, tracing the new tattoo with her lips, catching his nipple between her tongue and her teeth. She would have lingered there, doing to him what he had done, but she couldn’t wait, she needed him, and as if he could read her mind Marcus smoothly flipped her over on her back and positioned himself over her, his face inches from hers.
Melissa spread her legs, frozen yet quivering at the same time.
Marcus held himself there, just out of reach, just far enough away so she couldn’t touch him with her mouth, couldn’t feel his cock.
“Choose,” he said, his eyes boring into her.
“I can’t,” she gasped. “I want it all.”
“Where do you want me?”
“Everywhere,” she whispered. “Everywhere.”
Melissa reached down and grabbed his hips, guiding him up, and he let her, but it wasn’t fast enough, and she slid down the sheets, her mouth already open, and he was in her waiting mouth. She pulled his hips forward and then back, fucking herself in the mouth with his cock, taking him as deep as he could. Her hand cupped his tight balls, impossibly full, a promise and a threat of his seed.
She caressed him, her tongue sliding around his cock, and then down his shaft, now on his balls, licking, as if she could coax even more into them, fill them to bursting with his sperm. Wanting it, not just in her mouth again, although she salivated over the thought, but instead wanting his seed inside her.
“Marcus, hurry. . . ”
Please don’t tease me, she prayed, and for once he didn’t. He pulled her back up, Melissa’s hand never leaving his cock, and as soon as he was within reach she propelled herself forward, guiding him toward her, sliding his cock in her pussy, and even though she was already soaked she felt herself torn open as his thick shaft plunged into her. She gasped, burying her mouth on his neck, and then there was no room for her hand, he was driving his hips into her, and she met his thrust, her arms reaching around him, and he kept pushing, deeper, more and more, until she couldn’t believe he could have any left, and still he was moving forward, and her loins opened more than they had in years, parts of her that hadn’t been touched sprang to life, stretched beyond belief, awakened.
Finally he was all the way in, and he stopped, Melissa’s breathing was so fast she thought she might hyperventilate, and though she wanted him to fuck her she didn’t want him to move from where he was, so deep in her. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to be in contact with every inch of his skin, inside and out.
“Be still,” he said.
She tried, she really tried. Her heart beat so wildly she could feel it push against his chest.
For a few long seconds they stayed locked like that, her legs and arms desperately clinging to him, his eyes inches from her face.
The closeness drove her to a new level of excitement and tension, the stillness more erotic than anything she had ever experienced.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“God, yes, but I can’t take any more. . .” She had him in all the way. “There can’t be any more. . .”
His lip moved, ever so slightly, and in the stillness Melissa felt his cock pulse inside her, impossibly reaching deeper, he was tightening his muscles, forcing blood along the length of his shaft, like a sword thrusting into her.
She moaned, and Marcus released the pressure, then repeated it, he was fucking her without moving, his cock repeatedly swelling inside her, her nerves so sensitized that she was incredibly aware of what was probably a small movement but to her it was everything, all her senses so focused on where he was in her, what he was doing.
His cock was breathing inside her.
And now he started to move for real, pulling back, and Melissa cried out, not wanting to lose it, and as if in reaction her orgasm slammed into her even as his cock moved out, and she shoved herself forward just as he crashed back into her, pressuring her hips down into the bed, doing the impossible, making her come without even touching her clit, something only he and he alone had ever been able to do to her.
And now he was fucking her, hard, and the explosive part of her orgasm melded into one long shiver, and involuntarily her muscles tightened and her pussy was grabbing at his cock, squeezing it on every thrust, and Melissa felt his whole body stiffen, and she knew he was ready, and though she was on the pill a question popped into her mind. What if I get pregnant?
And the danger of it, as he flooded into her, his sperm shooting, propelled into her cervix and beyond, drove her higher and hig
her, her orgasm extending beyond anything she thought possible, lasting long after he had emptied his thick seed into her.
Chapter 20
Melissa was panting, her heart still racing well after Marcus had rolled off her. They both lay on the bed, facing up; the room seemed brighter, almost alive. Melissa noticed every detail, for some reason wanting to remember even the minutiae of the room. Her hand was on Marcus’s thigh; he never was one for spooning but she needed to keep some connection to him.
Melissa glanced at the window, the drapes still wide open, the lights on in the building next door, some kind of office, maybe empty on a Saturday, but if not anyone would have been able to see them easily. She smiled, and then broke out into a laugh.
Marcus didn’t turn his head. “What?”
“Dr. Platinum is going to be pissed!” Melissa couldn’t stop laughing, thinking about the little blonde. Would she really be waiting in her hotel room? Melissa was having the last laugh, a real one.
Would the blonde have done it? Licked Melissa now?
Would I have done it? wondered Melissa. With Marcus, she couldn’t be sure. Not only of what he might do, but of what she might do.
“She’ll get over it,” said Marcus.
His throwaway comment burst Melissa’s bubble, brought her down to earth. Did Marcus slip up, or did he say it on purpose, to remind Melissa of who he was, put her in her place?
Melissa pulled her hand away. After a moment, her voice hoarse, she asked, “Will there always be a Dr. Platinum?” Not knowing if she really wanted the answer.
“I can’t give you picket fences.”
Now she turned away, shifting to her side, looking out the window but not really focusing. “There’s a big range between picket fences and—whatever’s at the other end of possibilities.”
Melissa was surprised to feel Marcus’s hand on her shoulder, gently pulling her toward him, laying her on her back.
His face inches from her, serious. “And you know where on that range you want to be? How far from the picket fences would make you happy?”
She had rarely seen Marcus like this, they never had this kind of conversation, something about them, their relationship. She had always wondered about that, wanted it, the kind of closeness that she and Richard had no problem sharing. But maybe Marcus didn’t feel he needed to talk about it, maybe he just knew her so well. Or maybe he couldn’t talk about it; if he could or would talk about feelings maybe he wouldn’t be Marcus.
“Damn you,” she said, turning her eyes away. “You always have all the answers.”
Marcus lay back on the bed. “Just the questions.”
“You have other questions?”
“Why are you here?”
“I’ve answered that one. In detail.”
“I mean, why me? I’m sure you could try to find someone else who would fix your problem. Someone closer to home. With fewer complications.”
Now he was being a little dismissive. “I’ve explained that too. And it’s not like I need some kind of short term fix.” A vision of Vern slipped into Melissa’s mind. What if she had done something with Vern? Would that have been enough?
“Do you know that for sure?”
Melissa wouldn’t lie about this, it was too important to her. “I don’t know.”
“So I have the same question. Why me?”
She wanted to say, because you are everything Richard is not, but that wouldn’t help explain it, he didn’t know Richard, and it wasn’t fair, Richard gave her things that Marcus never would. She tried to collect her thoughts. “Maybe I could find someone who would help for a while. But you are the only one who I know for sure that could do it for me for good.” Not sure if Marcus would want to respond on that level, Melissa added, somewhat flippantly, “You could fix me, using your term.”
“Which brings us back to my little blonde friend.”
“Some of her wasn’t so little,” said Melissa, mad at herself for saying it, mad at herself for being jealous of the blonde’s tits.
Marcus ignored it. “Would you still want me, if I gave up all that? If I wasn’t me anymore?”
“Would that really be so difficult for you?” Melissa held her breath.
“Don’t go there,” he said, a hardness slipping into his voice.
Which is what Melissa expected him to say, but it didn’t stop her from being crushed.
What did she want, really? Some combination of the best of Marcus and the best of Richard in one man? Could such a man exist? Or would he be some kind of freak, someone who would drive even himself crazy with confusion?
She wasn’t going to apologize for voicing her wish. Marcus could say no, he could be pissed, but it was something she had to know, it was something any woman would have thought about. She wondered how many other woman had asked the same thing of Marcus.
Melissa didn’t want to be just another of Marcus’s women.
“I don’t want to fight, not now,” she said. “I do think we were—are— special together. I think you feel that way too, at least some of the time. Or you wouldn’t be here. You can always get other women, if that’s what you want. Beautiful, dutiful women like the little blonde. Maybe I should ask why you are here.”
“Maybe I just thought it would be fun to see you and the blonde together.”
With that, Melissa knew she wouldn’t get anywhere. Marcus had gone as far as he was going to go in this discussion, and that comment was his way of saying so.
She had done what she could, at least for now. Maybe she had sown a seed in his head, and just the fact that he was here, tonight, was actually a big deal. Just because Marcus didn’t say it didn’t take away from that fact.
Melissa didn’t want to plead, but she couldn’t help adding, “I’m so hungry for you. All the time.”
Marcus surprised her by reaching over and giving her arm a little squeeze, which for Marcus was the same as a big hug. Then, perhaps to balance it out, he said, “Maybe you need to see another side of me. Let you know what you’d be getting yourself into.”
He reached over her to pick up the phone on the night stand, and Melissa was suddenly terrified he was going to call the blonde, he was going to make it clear to Melissa that she’d never be able to change him, that she’d never be able to tame him.
He propped himself on his shoulders, his cock dangling in front of her face. Instinctively Melissa kissed it. I’ll show him that he doesn’t need the bitch, she thought. She took his cock in her mouth, licking, tasting herself, her juices still coating him. Which of course made her think more of the blonde, not less, wondering again what she would do if the blonde was there, and Marcus wanted both of them.
Marcus finished dialing. “I’d like to order some room service.”
Melissa thought it was some private joke with the blonde, but then realized Marcus was using the hotel phone, not his cell.
“Yes, this is her room. She’s currently indisposed.”
Melissa smiled around his cock, she couldn’t help it, and she was instantly back in a better mood, this small comment from Marcus, so him. She listened to him calmly order room service for the both of them, as if nothing was happening, as if there wasn’t a married woman, who he had just fucked, sucking on his cock.
She didn’t know exactly what she wanted from her life, but she knew what she wanted from this trip, and she was going to get as much of it as she could.
Melissa didn’t get very far, at least this time; the room service showed up more quickly than she expected. For a moment she thought about ignoring the polite knock on the door, then realized it might have been going on for some time, she had been so intent on what Marcus was doing with his hands and his mouth.
Marcus got up first.
“Hey,” she said. “I didn’t want to stop.”
“I thought you said you were hungry?” he said as he pulled on his pants.
“Who said anything about food?”
“A man’s gotta eat.” Marcus went to the doo
r.
Melissa was totally naked, sprawled out on the bed, the covers all over the place. “Wait!”
Marcus just grinned and reached for the door, and Melissa sprinted for the bathroom. She used the time to go pee, then found a robe in the closet near the bathroom, but didn’t come out until she heard the door close.
Marcus was sitting at the small table. “Where did you run off to? Might have missed an opportunity.”
“You giving up on Dr. Platinum already? You want to do it with the waitress?”
Marcus shrugged and opened a bottle of wine. “It was a waiter.”
Melissa sat at the table and took the glass that Marcus poured for her. “What’s the matter? You done for the night?” Slipping back into banter mode.
“You said you wanted it everywhere. We aren’t done.”
The words, so casually tossed out, made Melissa’s skin instantly tingle. Her mouth dried up, and involuntarily she squirmed in the seat.
She glanced at the food in front of her, she had been hungry, she hadn’t eaten since lunch, but her hunger was instantly forgotten. At least for the food.
Melissa reached for her fork, trying to hold it together, her mind already going places, her body already reacting, her juices flowing. She took a long drink of the wine, but it did nothing to parch her thirst.
Marcus, for his part, was eating heartily, oblivious to her fidgeting, her hope. Or ignoring it.
When Melissa could take it no longer, she whispered, “I did say that.”
“I thought you didn’t know exactly what you wanted. Now you are being very specific. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Marcus swirled some of the wine in his glass before taking a sip. “I hope you don’t mind, I ordered something good. I’ll pay for it. Unless that would make you feel like a whore.”
He was trying to rile her, but this time she wouldn’t succumb. To him, but not to that. “So thoughtful of you.”
Marcus put down his wine glass and turned his eyes on her. “Just so we are clear, tell me again exactly what you are sure you want?”
