by E. M. Abel
“What? These are my pajamas!” He lifted his arms and looked down at his boxers.
Refusing to give in, I changed my expression to forced indifference as I shrugged my shoulders and walked toward the couch. Marcus laughed to himself as he sat next to me.
“So, what do you wanna do?” I asked again.
I was suddenly very aware of the amount of skin exposed around me. Marcus smelled amazing, and his tan skin looked so soft on his strong body. I imagined tracing his tattoos with my tongue, and my body rapidly responded to my imagination. My nipples hardened against my lace bra, and I could feel myself clenching between my legs.
I bit my lower lip and glanced at Marcus’s mouth, remembering our last kiss. Tearing my eyes from his lips, I looked up. When our eyes met, I felt heat rush to my cheeks. Marcus’s eyes were blazing, the green overtaking the hazel, as his soft, full lips curled into a sexy smile.
Oh, fuck it.
Leaning forward, I wrapped my arms around Marcus’s neck, pressing my lips against his. He let out a deep moan in his throat as our tongues grazed against each other. Sliding his hands under my tank top, he caressed my back. He pulled me on top of him, deepening our kiss, as he undid the clasp on my bra.
We didn’t think or hesitate. We attacked each other, eager to finally relent to our overwhelming need.
I nipped his bottom lip as I felt the weight of my breasts. Through our clothes, Marcus’s erection was pressing against my clit, stimulating my desire. He grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it up and over my head. Then, he gently slid the straps of my bra off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.
His eyes roamed my chest, and he took in a sharp breath. He kept watching me as I threw my bra to the floor. Sitting up and closing the distance between us, he held the sides of my face and kissed me hard. I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling him grow harder beneath me.
“Fuck me, Marcus.”
I was breathing so hard that I felt light-headed. His lips moved down my neck, his stubble rubbing against my skin. God, I want him so bad. I closed my eyes, still rocking my hips over him, while his tongue licked one of my breasts. I gripped his hair in my hands as he sucked and bit at my nipples, causing me to gasp in pleasure. He was amazing with his mouth, using just the right amount of pressure and suction to drive me crazy.
Tossing me onto my back, Marcus got on top of me. As he gripped my bottom lip between his teeth, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Every nerve in my body was aching for his touch. His strong hands gripped my thighs as he thrust his hips against mine.
Moving to kneel between my legs, Marcus’s eyes shifted down my body. He curled his index finger into the band of my shorts. His fingertip slid back and forth against my stomach, raising goose bumps on my skin.
“You’re even sexier than I remember,” he whispered between breaths.
I lifted my hips to help him take off my shorts.
His eyes flicked to mine. “No panties?” he muttered, a wicked grin curling on his full lips.
I blushed as his eyes raked over my naked body.
“God. You have no idea how much I want you right now,” Marcus confessed.
He covered my body with kisses, his stubble tickling my sensitive spots. He pressed his palm between my legs, causing my back to arch as I felt the pressure against my swollen skin. Slowly rubbing his hand back and forth against my clit, my body pulsed under him. Just as he slid his finger inside me, I moaned, and I grabbed his arm, rocking my hips against him. I could feel Marcus’s breath against my breasts as he leaned in to tease my nipples again.
“You’re so fucking wet, Asia,” he growled.
“I know,” I said between gasps. “Do you have a condom?”
“Don’t worry, babe. I have one. I’m not ready for it yet.”
He continued moving his finger inside me until he found the spot that drove me crazy. I bit my bottom lip as I dug my nails into his arm. He kept licking and sucking my nipples until I was on the verge of coming, and then he stopped. A groan escaped my lips at the loss of his touch. I was lying there, panting. Every inch of me was sensitive and ready to combust.
Marcus stood up and went into his room, leaving me naked and restless on the couch. When I heard him walking back, I looked up to see he had removed his boxers, and he was now ripping open a condom wrapper with his teeth. My breathing accelerated as he rolled it on his dick, keeping his eyes on mine.
“God, part of me wants to drag this out…make you beg for it, but I’ve been waiting too long.”
Sitting back on the couch at my feet, Marcus grabbed my hips with his big hands and lifted me up and over him. I was shocked at how easily he’d picked me up. His eyes were so intense, and I could feel his dick teasing my wet opening as he held me above it.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he slowly pulled me down onto him an inch at a time. I gasped and moaned when my insides stretched around him while his eyelids closed over his glazed eyes. His jaw clenched, and he hissed through his teeth as I took all of him. Marcus wrapped his arms around my back, gripping me tightly with his fingers. I circled my hips over him, savoring the moment, as he grew harder inside me.
“Ah, fuck,” he growled as he threw his head back against my couch.
Grasping a hold of my hips, he leaned forward and pressed his wet tongue into my mouth, lifting me up and pulling me back down again. I whimpered as I felt him filling me. It hurt, but it felt so fucking good. I squeezed his shoulders in my hands as he continued moving me over his hard shaft. I was already reaching my climax. Arching my back, I closed my eyes as I tightened myself around his dick.
“God, Asia. You feel so fucking good.”
I started humming as he licked and teased my nipple. He continued lifting me up and pulling me down, causing heat to rise through my body. I could feel my orgasm ready to erupt inside me. My mind was lost, nothing else mattered to me in that moment. Nothing but the hunger, the need and Marcus.
“Oh my god, Marcus,” I gasped between breaths as the wave of pleasure took over.
When he felt me pulsate and tighten around him, Marcus moved his hips faster to meet mine.
“Oh god, Marcus. Fuck!”
“Come for me, babe. God, that feels so good.”
He groaned, slamming me down onto him, as I shuddered fell apart in his arms. It was…by far…the best orgasm of my life. I sat astride him, panting and shaking. I tried to catch my breath with Marcus still hard and deep inside me. He didn’t move as he watched me trying to recover on top of him. When my breathing finally slowed down, he gave me his wicked smile.
“Oh, we’re not done yet, babe. I wanna feel you come on me over and over and over again.”
I giggled as Marcus made a trail of kisses down my neck. As he started thrusting in and out of me again, I could feel myself growing wet, and my body began begging for more.
“Oh god.”
Climbing off of Marcus’s lap, I fell back onto the couch beside him. Reaching down, he took the condom off and tied the end before tossing it on the floor. Panting, we leaned our heads back on the cushions as we looked up at the ceiling.
“Holy shit. That was fucking amazing.” Marcus turned his head toward me with a bright smile across his lips and in his eyes.
I smiled back as I gained control of my breath.
Be free. You can do this.
“I always wanted to get fucked by a bad boy.”
“Oh, that wasn’t fuckin’, babe. That was something else.”
Holy shit. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, staring back into my wide eyes. I’d just had sex with Marcus, and it was…as he’d put it, “fucking amazing.” Pressing my hands onto the cold sink, I locked my elbows as my eyes searched my face.
I felt different. I’d let myself lose control, and it made me feel…free. Taking a deep breath, I squeezed my eyes shut and tightened the box around my heart. You got this, Asia. Be free. No more tears.
After I took a shower, I walked back into the living room, wrap
ped in my towel. I found Marcus standing in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was leaning back on the gray counter, his wet hair sticking up in every direction on his head. He tilted his head back and chugged a beer. I licked my lips, and my body tightened as I remembered what he’d felt like inside me.
“Can I get one of those?” I asked, walking toward Marcus.
His eyes looked me over, and he reached for the refrigerator door. After grabbing a can of beer, he popped it open and then handed it to me.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Smiling, Marcus stared at me with his hazel-green eyes. I could feel a tug in my chest. Straightening my shoulders, I threw my head back and chugged the entire beer before dropping the can in the trash.
When I let out a burp, I covered my mouth and giggled. “Oops. Excuse me.”
Marcus laughed and shook his head. “You’re so cute.”
Oh god. Now I’m cute?
“Wanna smoke a joint?” I asked as I left the kitchen, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“I’m in fuckin’ heaven right now,” Marcus announced as he followed me into the living room.
I collected my clothes off the floor as he picked up his shorts and T-shirt. He draped them over his tattooed shoulder.
“So, does this mean we’ll start enforcing our new rule?” Marcus asked as he went with me toward the laundry room down the hall.
“Now, why would we do that?”
“Because if we don’t, neither one of us will get any sleep.”
I laughed as I walked past him.
After slipping on my baggy Zoo York T-shirt and a pair of black shorts, I headed back into the living room where Marcus was rolling a joint over the coffee table. He’d put on a black T-shirt and a pair of black boxers. His tattoos looked darker as they stood out against his tan skin and black clothes. He licked the white paper as he watched me sit next to him. I sighed and leaned back against the red cushion.
“Things aren’t going to be weird now, are they? You might not think so, but I’m perfectly capable of having casual sex.”
“I see that,” Marcus said as he lifted his lighter to the joint.
“So, is everything cool?”
“I’ll follow your lead, Asia. If that’s what you want, I’m down. We just have to be careful.” He raised his eyebrow and gave me a suspicious look as he took a long drag from the joint.
I nodded, knowing how ugly things could get if anyone, especially Shaun or Hailey, found out.
“Oh, I forgot. Did Hailey drop off your key?”
“Mmhmm,” Marcus mumbled as he handed me the joint.
“Well, did she say anything?”
He blew out smoke. “Nah, not really.” He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels. He finally settled on one that wasn’t talking about the approaching hurricane.
I knew he was lying. There was no way Hailey would waste a moment alone with Marcus. She would have laid into him and cussed him out. She still thought he had taken advantage of me in high school, and she refused to forgive him for that. I wondered how she would feel when I told her his version of the story. I was also curious why Marcus wouldn’t tell me what she’d said.
Taking a long pull from the joint, I snuggled into the couch as my buzz took over.
I felt a hand smoothing my hair away from my eyes. My lids were too heavy to open. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, but then I felt it again. This time, fingers curled my hair behind my ear as a soft kiss pressed against my cheek. Then, a blanket was being draped across my body.
“Good night, babe,” Marcus whispered.
His footsteps made their way toward his room. When I heard the door close, I peeked one eye open before closing it again.
Just be free, Asia. Be free.
I curled my hands around the pillow under my head before drifting back off to sleep.
I woke up to raindrops beating on my living room window. I stretched, remembering my night with Marcus. I couldn’t stop smiling as I imagined his face and his eyes, his lips on mine, and the feeling of him inside me. God, he felt so good. I wanted more.
I checked the clock. 9:07 a.m. I got up from the couch, and on my way to my bathroom to brush my teeth, I noticed Marcus’s bedroom door was still closed. The wind was howling, and once I was inside my bedroom, I could see the trees bending under its force outside my window.
As I scrubbed my teeth, I looked at myself in the mirror. So much had changed since yesterday. My chest felt lighter, and I was happy. The weight of Jay’s absence seemed to be fading. I smiled and pictured Marcus laughing on my couch. He was so easy to be around. I could just be myself, and I didn’t have to hide anything. Except your heart. With a sigh, I reached for my blue towel and dried my face and hands.
I rationalized that this thing with Marcus would only be temporary. In a couple months, he would be moving into his own place, and I would be going to Japan. We couldn’t have a relationship. We would just have to keep our dirty little secret between us. Besides, Marcus didn’t do relationships, so there was no way it could turn into anything serious. Just fun. There was nothing wrong with that.
I decided to stay in my pajamas since it looked like this storm would be around for a while. I pulled my hair back into a loose braid before I headed into the kitchen for some breakfast. Marcus was still in his room, so I started to make some omelets and hash browns. Maybe the smell of food will wake him up.
After I finished cooking the bacon, I started whisking the eggs in a bowl, and then I heard Marcus walking out of the bathroom. I glanced over to see him stretching in the hallway, wearing nothing but his black boxers. My eyes lingered on his chest and abs and that sexy V at his hips. Just as he straightened himself, I quickly looked down and continued whisking.
“Good morning,” Marcus mumbled as he made his way toward the kitchen.
I looked over the bar separating my kitchen from the living room and smiled. “Hey. Hungry?”
He rubbed his big hands over his washboard abs. “Mmm, definitely.”
“Good, because there’s no way I can eat all of this.”
I felt his arm graze my back as he made his way to the cabinet to get a cup.
“You want something to drink?” he asked.
“Sure. I’ll take some orange juice.”
“The wind’s really pickin’ up out there.”
After pouring our drinks, Marcus headed to the dining room table. As I turned off the stove and put the hash browns on our plates, the light above me flickered and then turned off. Everything was quiet, except for the rain hitting the windows with gusts of wind disrupting its natural rhythm.
“Good thing I bought the candles,” Marcus said with a smug grin.
“What would I do without you?” I teased as I made my way toward him with our plates.
I sat across the table from Marcus as we ate our breakfast.
“Mmm, this is a damn good omelet.”
“Thanks.” I smiled proudly as I took a sip of my orange juice. Breakfast food was the only thing I could cook with any skill. “I hope the power doesn’t stay off for too long. It’s going to start getting hot in here.”
“Well, we could always get naked,” Marcus suggested as he peeked up at me through his thick lashes.
I could feel my cheeks grow hot under his gaze. I slowly set down my orange juice, trying to relax. “Yeah, I guess we could.”
After finishing our breakfast, Marcus and I sat on my red couch, listening to the storm outside.
“So, how do you like your room?” I asked, trying to make conversation that didn’t involve sex.
“It’s good. A little smaller than I’m used to, but much better on so many levels than staying at Shaun’s,” he said, giving me his panty-dropping smile.
So much for avoiding sex. I smiled, and as I settled back on the couch, I unwrapped a piece of mint gum. I tossed it into my mouth, chewing, as I took in a deep breath.
“You okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
“What is it, Asia?” He lifted my chin with his finger, urging me to look at him.
As his eyes searched mine, my chest tightened.
“I just don’t want to lose you…” I closed my eyes, so I could concentrate. “As a friend, I mean. I don’t want this to make things weird.”
“Don’t worry, sexy. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Leaning in, he kissed me softly on my lips before pulling back.
Damn it! Be cool, Asia. Calm down. I chewed my gum, took a deep breath, and slowly blew it out. “Good.”
Before I could take another breath, Marcus was on top of me, and we were kissing. His kiss set my entire body on fire, and I moaned, aching for his touch. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, all at once.
All of his weight was on me as he pushed his hips in between my legs. I arched my back, pressing my chest into him, as I wrapped my legs around his hips. As Marcus kissed and licked down my neck, I tilted my head back, still grinding my hips against his. God, this feels so fucking amazing!
I felt like I could eat him alive. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone else in my life—ever. And I knew Marcus could feel it. His dick was so hard, rubbing between my legs, and his kiss…oh god. I could already feel my insides tightening, getting ready to explode, until Marcus pulled away.
“Not yet. I want you in my bed.”
He left me there, panting, as he stood up. When he took off his boxers, his jaw clenched as he slowly chewed my gum that was now in his mouth.
Oh. My. God.
I bit my bottom lip as I scanned Marcus’s body. His tattooed arms, his chest, and his six-pack were quickly moving up and down with his breath. I stopped when my eyes moved down.
Smiling up at Marcus, I slowly got on all fours on the floor, licking my lips. I could see his legs flexing in front of me as I crawled toward him. Lifting myself up on my knees, I kept my eyes on his as I wrapped my hands around him, and I slowly licked the head of his dick. He moaned, clenching his fists at his sides, as his eyes burned into mine. I rest my hands to his thighs as I teased him with my tongue. Getting him nice and wet, I licked my way up and down his shaft.
