by E. M. Abel
“Ah, fuck,” he growled.
I peeked up at him through my lashes and grinned. I wet my lips and then slowly wrapped them around the tip. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. It wasn’t easy. My eyes watered as he hit the back of my throat, making me gag, but I loved watching him tense in front of me.
Parting his lips as his breath hissed through his teeth, Marcus watched me with hooded eyes. He took my hair in his hand and gradually moved his hips back and forth against my mouth. I moaned, making my throat vibrate around him.
“Goddamn, Asia.”
His teeth gripped his bottom lip, and I watched as his lust grew stronger. He looked like he wanted to tear me apart and bury himself inside me. When I moved back toward the tip, Marcus grabbed my arms, and after picking me up like a rag doll, he tossed me over his shoulder. I squealed as he carried me to his room.
Marcus kicked open his door, and I gasped when I looked inside. My paintings. My heart started thumping in my chest as I scanned the room, looking at my heart plastered all over his walls. Marcus slowly laid me back onto his bed.
“You hung up all of them?” I whispered, still in shock.
“I couldn’t decide,” he answered.
I could feel tears stinging the back of my eyes.
Marcus fell on top of me. His hands were beside my shoulders as he hovered above me, searching my eyes with his. I studied the flecks of green mixed with hazel. They were so beautiful. He was so beautiful.
My chest started moving faster with every breath as he slowly bent his elbows, bringing his lips closer to mine. Marcus kissed me with his soft lips, and I moaned as I felt the pull from deep inside of my chest.
“You’re amazing, Asia,” he whispered into my ear before kissing my neck.
I bit my bottom lip to hold back the tears. Sitting up on his knees, Marcus grabbed the waistband of my shorts, pulled them and my panties off, and threw them against the far wall. He took the hem of my T-shirt and I sat up before he dragged it up over my shoulders and my head, my hair sweeping over my bare back.
He sat there as his eyes slowly raked over my body, setting every inch of my skin on fire with his gaze.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Marcus told me as his eyes locked on mine.
I could feel my chest tighten and my heart pulling, but I didn’t care. I had to have him. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me.
Marcus grabbed my hands from around him and lifted them above my head.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
He looked up at me, flashing his wicked grin, as he leaned back and took my left foot in his hand. Marcus slowly kissed and licked down the arch of my foot and then made his way down the inside of my leg, stopping just as he reached the spot where I wanted him most. Then, he moved to my other foot, inflicting the same slow torture toward my wet, swollen pussy. He looked so sexy, kneeling naked between my legs, as he worshiped my body one kiss at a time.
Leaning down, Marcus pressed his shoulders under my thighs. Gripping onto my hips, he looked up at me as he slowly licked my clit, sending a shiver through my body. As he finally gave me what I wanted, my eyes rolled back as my body arched on his bed. Every inch of me was so sensitive, so ready.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I straightened my back and opened my eyes, looking down to meet his. I shook and moaned under him. His tongue pressed against my clit as he moved it back and forth. I was vibrating under him, every part of me humming with anticipation. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, and I circled my hips against his mouth.
Marcus promptly grabbed my hand, moving over me, as he put it back above my head.
“I said, don’t move,” he growled.
He went back down between my legs and continued where he’d left off. Taking his time, he pleasured me like he loved every second of it. I thought he was enjoying it as much as I did, but I was pretty sure that was impossible.
Marcus moaned and thrust two fingers inside me. He moved them in and out slowly, causing an explosion inside me. My back arched, and my toes curled as I came all over his fingers.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” he said in his raspy, low voice.
He started to move his fingers harder and faster inside me. I screamed his name as I gripped the pillow behind my head. His mouth was still wrapped around my clit, prolonging my orgasm. I felt like I was coming apart and becoming whole at the same time.
I lay there, completely spent, with my hands still above my head as he crawled on top of me, licking his wet lips.
“You taste so good,” he told me before giving me his sexy smile.
Kissing my neck, he pressed his erection between my legs. My breath caught when I felt him at my wet opening. Making his way toward one of my breasts, Marcus lightly nipped at my nipple, sending shock waves through my highly sensitive nerves. Then, he sucked on it, easing the sting. He slowly kissed his way to my other breast, repeating the same motions. I wanted to grab him, run my fingers through his hair, or grip his back.
He leaned over to the table drawer, his dragon tattoo stretching on his ribs. With a condom in hand, he ripped open the gold wrapper with his teeth. I watched him and bit my bottom lip as he slowly rolled it on.
Reaching up to grab the headboard, Marcus looked down at me as he pressed inside me. He watched me as he started a slow and steady rhythm. I clenched my jaw and gripped the pillow again as his movements became hard and fast. Leaning down, he kissed me passionately as he pounded himself deep inside me, making me come again before he finally found his release.
We were both lying on our backs, panting, on Marcus’s bed. My hair was a mess, and I was completely naked, but I didn’t care. Goddamn, that was so fucking good.
Sex with Marcus was so different than it had been with Jay. I loved being with Jay, but with Marcus, there was a spark, a need that I’d never felt before. I didn’t hold back. I didn’t think. I just gave into my instincts, and it felt amazing, like being set free.
It took me a few minutes to finally catch my breath. I listened to the rain hitting the window as I looked at Marcus’s walls covered in my art. I could feel that pull in my chest again. Be careful, Asia.
“So, where’s my gum?” I turned to face Marcus, raising my eyebrow.
“I swallowed it,” Marcus admitted and laughed.
I dropped my jaw. “You owe me a piece of gum, asshole,” I muttered, giving him a fake scowl as I tried to hide my smile.
Marcus’s eyes narrowed, and he rolled over on top of me. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach.
Wow. Already?
“What did you just call me?”
“Um…asshole?” I squeaked, showing him my I’m-sweet-and-innocent smile.
“Oh, you’re about to pay for that one.”
Marcus reached back into his drawer for another condom. He ripped open the wrapper, a smile curling on his lips.
Holy shit. I’m in trouble.
I was on my knees with Marcus behind me. His tattooed arm was wrapped around me while his hand caressed my left breast. His other hand was entangled in my thick, long hair. He was gripping it tightly at the root, pulling it, while he inflicted his exquisite torture. He was moving his hips back and forth so slowly that I thought I would scream. My sensitive wet pussy couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him to fuck me, hard and fast.
“What do you want, Asia? Is this good? You want it nice and slow?”
“No,” I choked out between moans. My body was screaming, pleading for some kind of release.
“You want me to stop?” Marcus whispered, his mouth grazing my ear just as he stopped moving.
A whimper escaped my lips as he pulled my hair a little harder.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I gasped as I felt his hard dick still inside me.
I would go insane if he stopped. I was burning, the need for him overwhelming my mind, my body, everything.
I couldn’t speak, so I gave a slight nod even though it was hard to move my head with his grip on my hair.
“Say it.”
His deep voice at my ear was almost enough to send me over the edge. Being under his control, having him take possession of my body like this, was driving me wild. I’d never imagined I would want this. I’d spent so much of my time trying to fight for control, not give it away, but damn, this felt so good.
“Fuck me, Marcus. Please. Fuck me.” I was panting, the anticipation alone driving me crazy.
Bending me over, Marcus let go of my hair. He licked slowly from my lower back up to my neck, and my body shivered under him. Every inch of me was tingling, the slightest touch sending electricity through my veins. He grasped on to my hips with his strong hands as he pulled out, teasing my clit with his hard dick. When he smacked my ass, I let out a low growl. He was starting to piss me off.
After the head of his dick circled my clit one more time, Marcus held tighter to my hips. He pounded himself into my core, and I screamed and winced as I felt him deep inside me, sending a shooting pain though my body. It felt so good.
I needed more. Marcus thrust harder and faster, causing my insides to pulsate around him. It took no time for me to come. I had been on the cusp, waiting for my release. My body shook and convulsed around him as he leaned down over my back, still thrusting deep inside me.
Grabbing my chin, he turned my mouth toward his, invading it with his tongue. He kissed me hard, just like he was fucking me. It was enough to make me come again. I could feel my insides tightening around him. I moaned as I took his bottom lip between my teeth.
He straightened his back, giving me a perfect view of his body behind me. I couldn’t look away. Just seeing his gorgeous body pounding harder into mine pushed me over the edge.
Grunting and moaning, we came together, screaming each other’s names.
“Now, that…that was fucking,” Marcus gasped as he pulled out of me and fell back onto the bed.
After taking a shower together, we got dressed to eat dinner. I was wearing a black tank top and a pair of red panties, and Marcus was in a pair of dark blue boxers. Since the power was still out, it was too hot to wear much else.
Marcus and I were eating cold pizza, sitting next to each other on my couch. The night before, Marcus had ordered the pizza and put them in the fridge. I’d made fun of him, but now, I was glad he’d thought of it. Marcus seemed to have a permanent grin on his face. Even when he chewed his food, his lips curled up at the tips.
“What are you so smiley about?”
“What do you think?” he asked, giving me his we-have-a-secret smile.
I grinned and blushed as I glanced down at the cold pizza in my hand. When I looked back up, Marcus was staring at me, his eyes fixed to mine.
“I’ve never had sex like that before,” he admitted before taking another bite of his pizza.
I could feel my cheeks growing warmer under his gaze, and my mind was scrambling, trying to figure out what to say. I gave up and went for honesty. “Me neither.”
Marcus’s smile grew as he threw his pizza down on the table. He picked me up and put me on his lap. I laughed as I sat across his legs with my pizza still in my hand.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Marcus’s words hit a nerve. They reminded me of Jay and how easily I had been blinded by him and how quickly I’d fallen. I felt my chest tighten, and I rested my head on Marcus’s strong shoulder. It was easier if I didn’t have to look him in the eye. Marcus rubbed my back as I leaned against him.
“Do you have plans next weekend?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Well, I have to do this Warped Tour thing at the amphitheater.”
I lifted my head and gawked at him. “Warped Tour! Really?”
“Yeah.” He smiled, looking at me like I was a crazy.
“You’re gonna skate? What bands are playing? Who’s supposed to be there?”
Marcus laughed at my excitement, but I didn’t care. I loved going to Warped Tours, and I hadn’t been to one in the past two years. I had watched some of my favorite bands play while all the hot pro skater, BMX, and motocross guys showed off their latest tricks. If Marcus has to go there to skate, that means all access. Yes!
“Yes, I’m going to skate, I’m not sure what bands are playing, and you are going to be there.”
“Well, since you insist.” I shrugged my shoulders and giggled. I felt giddy as I curled on Marcus’s lap, thinking about the weekend.
That night, Marcus and I sat in the living room, surrounded by candles, as we laughed and played cards. We flirted every chance we got, and we couldn’t even finish our first game of War before we were cuddling and making out on the floor.
Looking at all the black-and-gray tattoos covering his arms, I asked what each one meant. Just to name a few, on his sleeve, he had an eagle, globe, and anchor with the dates representing his father’s life. Near that one, he had a Japanese koi fish, and to the side, he had a cross with dates for a friend we had lost in a drunk driving accident.
The big dragon that stretched across his ribs and back was so detailed and artistic. I loved it, and I wanted to paint it.
“When did you get this one?” I asked as I traced my finger over the dragon’s scales.
“About six months ago.”
My finger stopped when I noticed a scar just under his ribs. I lifted my head to look at Marcus. He was lying on his back with his hands between his head and a pillow.
“What’s this from?”
He gazed at me for a few seconds before answering. “I got stabbed.”
I drew in a sharp breath and sat up on my knees. “What?” I breathed as I looked down at him.
“I got jumped about a year ago in L.A. They knew who I was, knew I had money. I fought back and ended up getting stabbed.”
He sounded so casual as if he were telling me about his favorite TV show.
“What?” I asked again, a little louder this time. “No one told me you got stabbed! What the fuck?”
Marcus chuckled and sat up, so we were face-to-face. “Chill out, babe. It’s not a big deal. They sewed me up, and lucky for me, that asshole didn’t hit anything important, so I’m fine.”
I sighed and shook my head as I stared down at my knees. “You didn’t tell anyone, did you? You went through that all by yourself.”
Marcus reached up, tucking my hair behind my ear, before running his fingers down the length of it. He smiled, but he didn’t answer me. I thought about how lonely it must be to never let people in. He was always alone.
Looking down at Marcus’s right arm, I wrapped my fingers around his bicep as I studied another tattoo—words written in script.
“In order to know true love, you must know deep pain,” Marcus quoted the words on his arm.
I knew exactly what that tattoo meant, and I could feel a sharp pain in my chest when I thought of what it meant to Marcus.
His eyes flickered over my face as he took in my expression. “What?”
“Just thinking about how true that tattoo is.”
“I got it after I broke my leg from skating, but it ended meaning a lot more to me.”
I nodded, thinking about his mom and dad. Growing up must have been so hard for him. At only fourteen years old, he had lost his father in Iraq, and then the only support he had left had started drinking. I couldn’t imagine what I would have done if my dad hadn’t been there for me.
I could feel the words forming in my mouth. I love you.
Fuck! I bit my bottom lip, and since I couldn’t say the words, I kissed him instead.
The next morning, I woke up, alone in my bed, to my phone alarm buzzing in my ear. I blinked as I noticed the light was on in my room. The power was back. Smiling, I stretched, pushing my arms and legs out across my sheets. I felt great, calm…happy.
Getting up, I took a
quick shower and then dressed in some of my nicer clothes for work, trying to ignore the fact that they still reminded me of Jay. When I walked out of my room, Marcus was in the kitchen, pouring some fresh coffee. He had on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt with writing on the front—Marcus Avery Skate and Surf Co.
“Nice shirt.” I looked at Marcus over the lip of my coffee mug and took a sip.
“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I need someone to design a new logo for me. For the shop. Know anyone who might be interested?”
I paused with my cup still at my lips. “Um…I don’t know. What’s in it for me?” I asked, smirking before I took another sip.
“What do you want?” Marcus cocked his eyebrow and gave me his sexy grin.
“Employee discount at your shop and a free T-shirt.” I batted my eyelashes and broke out my sweet smile.
“I’d give you that anyway, Asia. You have no idea how talented you are, do you?”
He watched me as he took a sip of his coffee, and I blushed.
“How can you be so beautiful and talented and not even know it?” Marcus asked, putting his coffee mug down on the counter.
His expression softened as he searched my eyes. I shrugged and looked down at my coffee, not sure what to say. Marcus walked toward me, took my cup out of my hand, and set it on the counter. He gave me a hug and kissed the top of my head.
“Well, I’ll just have to remind you.”
Marcus and I walked to work together, trying to avoid the massive puddles and dead branches on the ground. I was in my flip-flops with my black heels hanging from my left hand. When we stopped in front of my work, Marcus gave me his secret smile.
“See you tonight.” I smiled back, trying not to blush, as I turned to push open the glass door behind me.
The blondes were both standing by one of the desks, whispering and glaring at me. I bent down to change my shoes and made my way past them in my heels.
