“Amy,” I whispered as I pulled away, keeping my face close.
She gazed into my eyes, and I was going ahead full speed now.
“Amy, I love you.”
She gasped softly at my declaration.
“I don’t know the exact moment I knew, but I should have told you sooner. I was scared.” I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Her mouth was hanging open. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn’t calm my breathing down. Everything was on the line now.. If she didn’t love me back, that was fine. I just wanted her to stay. I needed her to give me another chance.
We sat like that for what felt like forever, but I wasn’t about to rush her. This would be her decision. If she told me to leave right now, I would. I just wanted Amy to be happy. I wanted her to be happy with me.
“I love you too, Marcus,” she said softly, so softly I was afraid I heard her wrong. “I think I always have.”
My heart stopped but in the very best way.
I stood quickly, wrapping my arms around her waist and bringing her to her feet at the same time, only she didn’t stay on her feet very long. I had her up in the air, hugging her tightly. She giggled a little, her face buried into my neck. Her lips brushed my skin as I put her back on her feet.
She looked up at me with a soft smile before reaching up to kiss me again, which I gladly returned. We stood like that for a few minutes, lost in kisses when she finally pulled away. I almost didn’t let her.
“Come back to my house.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. She looked hesitant, and I realized how demanding I sounded so I quickly added, “Please.”
She nodded, and I took her hand to lead her to the car. Remembering her lack of a coat, I let go of her hand to wrap my arm around her shoulder, rubbing the bare skin of her exposed arm, hoping the friction would warm her up a bit. We made it to the street when she stopped me and stepped out of my hold.
“I’m gonna take my car,” she said.
I was hesitant at first, concerned she might change her mind and come back home before making it to my house, but her smile reassured me. That and the fact that she stepped back into my arms and kissed me in a way that left me wanting more. I was always wanting more when it came to her.
“Okay. Be careful.” I leaned down to kiss her again and watched her get in her car before crossing the street to get back into mine.
Once inside, I turned on the car and waited for Amy to pull out before following her down the street. It felt like it was the longest drive. I was still a little worried she would come to her senses and turn back around. I didn’t deserve her patience.
As soon as we got to the house, she pulled into the driveway, leaving enough room for me beside her. That was a great sign to me. She was comfortable here. Otherwise, she would have parked on the curb, right? Everyone else did.
I waited until she got out of her car before doing the same. She met me in front of our cars and took my hand, letting me lead her inside.
I closed the front door behind us and pinned her against it without even thinking about it. I needed her. Pressing my hips against hers, I crushed my lips to hers. Her moan told me she felt the same way. Talking could wait. Right now, we both wanted the same thing. We both needed the same thing.
Without warning, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around me, making me grin against her lips. I walked down the hallway to my bedroom, where we had just been a few hours ago, feasting on each other. I was more than willing to do it again. Damn near begging.
I laid her down on the bed and hovered over top of her. Both of us were breathing heavy in anticipation. I kissed her again hungrily, and she returned it with just as much force.
“I need you, Amy,” I groaned against her lips, my cock throbbing in my jeans against her. I knew there would be an imprint of my zipper.
“Then take me,” she moaned. It was one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard.
Fuck. I didn’t need to be told twice.
i sat up on the bed, pushing Marcus up as well. Our eyes locked on each other, I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall on the foot of the bed. Marcus’ eyes grazed over me as I started to unclasp my bra, but he beat me to it. Gently, he slid the fabric down my arms and added it to where I’d thrown my shirt. He stood back and started shedding his clothes as I was sliding out of my jeans. Neither of us said anything. We didn’t need to. This was intimate enough without words.
A lot had happened in the last few hours. There was a lot for us to talk through, but for right now, I was perfectly fine with silence. Apparently, so was Marcus.
He was completely naked now, and I let my gaze run over his body. He was mouthwateringly handsome. His muscular body was just perfect because of his athleticism. That much remained obvious, and he was very well defined. I’d run my tongue along the contours of his muscles plenty of times to know just how defined he really was. Everything about him turned me on.
Not to mention his extremely impressive erection jutting out at me right now.
I hadn’t even had the chance to slide my panties off before he took a step forward and towered over me. He leaned down and kissed me, causing me to moan with anticipation. I felt him grin before he pulled away and gently pushed me to lay back.
Wrapping his hands around the front of my thighs, he pulled me to where my ass was on the very edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of me and blew gently between my legs. My panties were already soaked so his breath caused a cool sensation that made me gasp. I kept my head up so I could watch him. He was smirking at my reaction.
Without warning, he ran his hand from my thigh to where I craved him between my legs, teasing me over the thin piece of cotton. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, and he shook his head.
“You know what biting your lip does to me, don’t you?” he asked with dominance.
His sex voice was just that—pure sex. I loved when he talked to me before, during, and after we had sex. It would make me wet almost instantly, and there were times I all but jumped him in the middle of a sentence. He knew the effect he had on me.
“Sorry,” I whispered with a grin.
If I were smart, I would have kept it up, but then there would have been no foreplay, and we both enjoyed that so much.
He ran a finger down the edge of my panties, making me more sexually frustrated with every small movement he made. Suddenly, the fabric was pulled to the side, and his mouth was on me, causing me to arch my back as I cried out.
My hands flew to his head, gripping his hair as I held him to me, rolling my hips to grind against his tongue. My God, I loved this man’s tongue. He knew exactly where I liked to be touched and licked, all by listening to me and reading my body. It was absolutely amazing.
I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t the best I’d ever had.
I fought my upcoming orgasm, hoping to last a little longer before breaking. His tongue stroked me from the inside out in the most delicious way. When he removed his tongue, he replaced it with two fingers, and his tongue flicked my clit. I almost came undone right then.
“Do you like that, princess?”
I moaned out my answer, not even sure it was coherent. It didn’t have to be. Marcus knew what I said.
He licked me enough to keep me on the edge but stopped when he felt me start to clench around his fingers. I grew angry at his denying my orgasm. He liked angry. It had only happened once in the short time we’d been together, but angry sex is by far the best. We weren’t even fighting then. He had been doing exactly what he was doing now, and it pissed me off to no end. I knew what he was playing at.
“Marcus,” I groaned out, half in anger and half in pleasure.
He chuckled.
Bastard.
“Do you have a full bladder, Amy?”
What the hell?
I fought the pleasure of his fingers still inside me and lifted my head to look at him. He smirked at the confused
expression on my face. Seriously, why the hell would he ask me something like that when we were doing this?
“Do you?” he pressed on.
“What?” I moaned when he put his mouth on me again, getting even hotter as I looked into his eyes while he played.
“Answer the question.”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, letting my head fall back again, unable to fight the pleasure any longer, no matter how confused I was.
He added another finger and curled them inside me. His name left my mouth again when he found my g-spot, but he didn’t add enough pressure for me to come yet. I didn’t know how much longer I could last if he kept teasing me like this.
Out of nowhere, he was moving his fingers in and out of me even harder and faster while curling them at the same time. His mouth was on me continuously this time, my clit sucked completely into his mouth.
I couldn’t have spoken if I wanted to, but I’d have found a way to threaten his life if he stopped right now.
The pressure was building, and I started to clench around his fingers, hard. My back arched in the air, my breasts begging for attention as a throaty cry left my mouth again.
Something was wrong though. I had originally felt my orgasm, but now…
“Marcus,” I said breathlessly.
He ignored me.
“No, Marcus, wait a second…”
It took what seemed like forever to get that small sentence out.
Still, he didn’t let up.
The sensation of my orgasm was back, and as confused as I was, I couldn’t think straight anymore. The pressure continued to build, and his movements never slowed down.
Oh, my God.
My whole body tensed, and I clenched so hard I thought I was going to break his fingers. I shuddered so violently had I not been lost in the pleasure I’d have been worried.
“Marcus!” I scream.
Pleasure rippled through my body in a way I’d never felt before, and I continued to clench. He kept his torturous movements up, his tongue still on my clit and his fingers still moving in and out of my pussy.
I was going to die. It was that good.
I rode out the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life. I felt like I’d soak the bed from being so incredibly wet. When I finally came back down, there were spots in my vision, and I truly believed I was going to black out for a moment.
Breathing heavily, I squirmed when Marcus removed his fingers, my body deliciously sore. I could hear my heart beating, and it felt as though it was going to pound right out of my chest.
“Fuck,” I heard Marcus say, his voice full of arousal and, if I wasn’t mistaken, admiration.
I smiled lazily.
It was only then that I realized the bed really was wet underneath me. Like, really wet.
My eyes widened, and I could feel my face get red. Holy shit. I had actually wet the bed. Marcus knew I was going to. Why else would he have asked about my bladder?
I’d never felt so embarrassed in all my life. I lifted myself up as best as I could in my elbows to look. The evidence was right there. My hand flew to my mouth.
“Oh, my God.”
Marcus watched me, and he was smirking but I didn’t think he was making fun of me exactly. I shook my head and lay back down, grabbing a pillow to hide my face. I tried to close my legs and roll to my side, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Amy? Are you okay?” He sounded concerned.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I admitted from under the pillow.
He chuckled. “It was pretty fucking hot.”
Did he really just say that? I moved the pillow and sat up again to glare at him.
He furrowed his brow, obviously baffled at my anger. “What? I’ve never made a girl squirt before. I’ve always wanted to.”
“What?” Now I was the one confused. “I thought I, well, you know… peed.”
His eyes widen at my admission, and he looked up at me with such adoration it was hard to be mad at him. He crawled on top of me on the bed and held himself up with his elbows on either side of my head.
“Amy.” He smiled the most heart-stopping smile I’d ever seen and leaned down to kiss me tenderly. I moaned, despite my confusion, tasting myself on his lips. “You didn’t pee. That was you getting off.”
Realization washed over me, and I felt even more embarrassed.
“That’s never happened to me before.”
That obviously made him that much more excited about it. His eyes lit up at my words and he smiled like he was pretty damn proud of himself. Despite his slightly cocky demeanor, I could tell he was genuinely pleased with being able to make me orgasm like that in the way he cupped my face in his hands.
“I’m glad.” He leaned down to kiss me again, licking at my lips for entrance, which I gave him.
“I never knew it could feel like that,” I said breathlessly.
Marcus nuzzled my neck and sighed contently. He randomly pressed his lips to my skin. I wrapped my arms lazily around him, exhausted from the mind-blowing orgasm I’d just received. My embarrassment was long gone. Now it was just Marcus and I, loving on one another.
“Amy, you’re amazing.”
I grinned, dragging my nails along his shoulders. “I could say the same about you.”
“I plan on making sure you keep saying the same about me.” He smirked and trailed his lips down my body once again.
a few hours later, we finally collapsed next to each other. Marcus had admitted it was because he was low on condoms. That man was absolutely insatiable tonight, and I was loving every single minute of it.
I rolled over to lay across him, kissing his chest lazily as he wrapped me in his arms. We lounged like that for a little while, catching our breath and just enjoying being in each other’s arms. I had no doubt Marcus was going to try and get me worked up again, and it wouldn’t really take that much, but I was going to have to turn him down.
Maybe.
We were pushing being awake for almost twenty-four hours, and I had no idea how we were still functioning. Every single part of my body was sore, and I wasn’t even sure I’d make it to the bathroom if I had to go. Marcus must be feeling at least a little similar. He hadn’t moved since he finally settled down a little bit ago.
“I love you,” he said softly.
I smiled.
Since his declaration earlier tonight, I would have thought I’d hear it every time we had sex, but he didn’t have to say it while we were making love. I could see it in his eyes. That made him saying it right now, as we just lay with each other in the aftermath of our love making, all the more special.
“I love you too, Marcus.”
He gently rubbed my back, and I traced random patterns over his abs, feeling goosebumps rise under my fingertips. I smirked. Even after all of our time together tonight, I still had that effect on him. I could still make him hungry for me.
It was the best feeling in the world.
Too bad there was another nagging feeling in the back of my mind – Hannah. Something happened tonight. Something big, but I didn’t want to bring it up now. I wasn’t about to pop our little bubble of love.
i was literally on autopilot with a little help from Erica, of course. I don’t remember when I actually closed my eyes last night, but I had woken up a while ago and stayed in the same position. I had to pee, but I didn’t want to get up.
I glanced at the door when it opened without even moving my head.
Erica came in with a couple of aspirin and a big glass of orange juice. She sat in front of me on the edge of the bed and waited. I didn’t acknowledge her, hoping she would get the hint to leave me alone. I appreciated what she was trying to do, but I didn’t want to talk. I wasn’t ready to talk.
“Hannah, take these.” She held out the aspirin in her hand.
She stared down at me with an odd look of sympathy and stubbornness. It was like she was telling me she felt bad for me and wanted to help, but she wasn’t go
ing to take this much longer.
I sighed and finally sat up. Obediently, I held out my hand for the aspirin, and she handed them over. I popped them in my mouth, intending to dry swallow them.
She held up the orange juice and narrowed her eyes. “At least drink this. I know you won’t eat much today.”
I wanted to glare at her, but I didn’t have the energy. I took the glass and carefully downed the orange juice, my throat protesting the entire time. I swallowed and handed the glass back to her before moving to lie down again. Her hand on my arm stopped me.
“Hannah.”
I sighed. The hardness in her eyes from earlier was gone, and now all I saw was sympathy and worry. I almost couldn’t take it. She was making me want to cry again. Tears begging to come out stung my sore eyes. I was sure they were blood shot from crying. My whole body was aching. If I didn’t know better, I might have thought I had the flu.
“Mark texted me last night,” she said quietly.
Oh, God.
The tears came again, and there was no stopping them. Not only was I still embarrassed by what happened between us, but now he’d told Erica. I had every intention of keeping it to myself at least for a little while. There was no reason to keep reliving the moment my friendship with Marcus so obviously ended.
“He told me about Justin. I am so sorry, Han.”
She moved to hug me and I let her, but I didn’t return it.
Surprised, I blinked over her shoulder, my tears slowing. Marcus hadn’t told her about us? I didn’t understand.
Erica pulled away from my lack of response and looked at me worriedly. She must have seen the confusion on my face.
“Han, you okay?”
“What did Marcus say?” My voice was hoarse. I stared in front of me at the wall, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.
The truth would come out eventually. I knew I’d have to talk about it. I was just hoping to delay the inevitable.
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