Marked. Part I: The missing Link

by J. M. Sevilla

  Seth gets up and grabs the DVD off our bookshelf and chucks it at me. I catch it with both hands. I flush a very deep shade of red from head to toe because I let go of Jay's pants to do it and now they are on the floor. Thank God I'm swimming in his shirt and nothing of importance is exposed. I pull them back up and waddle away before I humiliate myself any further. When I reach the front door I pause because they will hear me leaving.

  “Don't worry sis, I'm not going to tell mom you're sleeping with the neighbor.”

  I jump and let out a small yelp.

  “Jesus Seth! You scared the shit out of me!” I yell, turning around, “Wait, how do you know that's where I'm going?”

  “I'm thirteen; I'm more observant than you think. I know you're not going for a “run” during the day for hours at a time; you get cramps from exerting yourself down the hall,” I stick my tongue out at him but he's honestly not too far off from the truth. “And I saw you leave this morning to his house, arms full of all the stuff you use to bake pie, and in a shirt only a man the size of our neighbor would wear. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. You two better save me a big slice for my silence.”

  I give a curt nod, “Done,” and open the door to head out.

  “Hey, sis?”

  I stop the door from fully closing, “Yeah?”

  “It's nice to see you looking so happy...and you might want to invest in a comb.”

  I laugh, closing the door, and penguin it back to Jay's, beaming at how sweet my brother can be. As far as younger siblings go, I got damn lucky.

  Jay whips open the door, yanks me inside, slams it shut, and pins me against it. He forces my hands above my head and holds them there. My bottoms drop to the floor and he uses his foot it scoot them to the side as I step out of them. His lips smash against mine and his thigh rubs against my most sensitive parts. I groan, moan, whimper, and pant all at once. It's kind of annoying how easily my body responds to him, how worked up I am, and it hasn't even been thirty seconds since he pounced on me.

  He works his fiendish tongue with mine and I stop caring how easily he excites me. I stop caring about everything, concentrating on the intense pleasures he produces from my body.

  The heat between my thighs grows to an ache and I turn away from his kiss, panting, “You can't say no to sex and then kiss me like that, it's cruel.”

  “Quit being ridiculously cute and tempting me then,” he shoots back, smiling widely at me so my heart skips a beat. You don't even notice he has scars marking his face when he fully smiles, just his beauty.

  Jay drops my arms and backs away. I'm bummed to see him fully clothed and not naked the way I left him.

  I pout, “You changed.”

  Jay chuckles, “I thought you would have too.”

  Damn, that would have been a smart idea, “I was too anxious to get back to you I didn't think of it.”

  His smile gets bigger and I melt to the floor.

  Get a hold of yourself, Lily. He's not the first attractive guy to smile at you.

  But somehow Jay affects me more strongly than I ever thought possible.

  I scramble back up, “I'm going to go use the bathroom and put on the clothes I wore over here last night.”

  I walk past him and he takes hold of my waist, backing me against him. He nuzzles my neck, “I'll get the movie started.”

  The movie!

  I break free and scan the room for it. I zero in on it laying next to the side of the door.

  Phew!

  The Goonies is not a movie you want to lose.

  Jay gets it and examines the cover, “The Goonies?”

  I nod over-enthusiastically, “Yeah, it's a family favorite. Have you seen it?”

  He scratches his scruff, “Don't think so.”

  I squeal with excitement at getting to experience the movie with a first-timer and hurry to Jay's bathroom.

  I gasp when I see my reflection above the sink. My hair looks worse than I thought. It's bedhead at it's ugliest, looking windblown and teased to death.

  Holy hell, and I've been around Jay looking like this. At least my skin is glowing and my cheeks are rosy with happiness. In fact – I take a closer inspection – I've never looked better (if I ignore the hair). I know it's partly Jay, but mostly it's that I feel lighter than I have in years, with no one controlling my every move but me. It feels damn good.

  My hair refuses to smooth out, and Jay doesn't own a comb because he hardly has hair on his head. I head to the kitchen in search of a rubber-band to tie it back with.

  “Can I help you find something?” He asks from the couch as I rummage through the drawers.

  “Rubber...” I open a drawer that contains a Magnum, throwing stars and knife, and what appears to be a boomerang.

  “Shut the drawer and ignore it,” Jay firmly commands.

  “Is that a boomerang?” My eyes are wide as I take in what I'm seeing. It's not like the wooden ones I've seen in movies. This one is made of metal and has an inscription scrawled on it: I hope to find out how well you use it – Dragoni.

  The drawer bangs shut, rattling it's contents and the surrounding drawers.

  “I said ignore it,” Jay grinds out behind me as the angry heat radiating off him starts to cloud around us, causing my hairs to stick up.

  I've become immobile, paralyzed in fear, and hurt that we're back to him frightening me.

  “It's for your own protection,” he crossly explains. I'm not sure why, but this royally pisses me off.

  I spin around. “Fuck you,” I practically spit the words out on him as my blood begins to boil.

  Jay snarls his upper lip and does one quick swipe across his head with his hand, “What's in that drawer is not something you need to know about.”

  I push him and it must have taken him off guard because he sways for a second. “Stop getting mad at me when I ask a question you don't want to answer. You don't want me knowing you and your stupid secrets? Fine, but stop being a fucking jackass about it!” I'm seething now, tired of his crazy mood-swings, “Be caring, kind Jay, or dark, scary neighbor. This back and forth shit is getting old, and I'm tired of losing myself in you only to have you bite back.”

  He seems to be getting just as irritated, “If you're telling me I need to choose which one to be, I'll have to go with option number two because that's closer to who I really am.”

  “Bullshit!” I cry stepping closer to him, fists balling up.

  “You plan on using those guns on me?” He smirks and points to my fists.

  I raise one up, “Don't tempt me mister.”

  “Why is it the tiny ones who get the most feisty?” He's still smirking, eyes twinkling in amusement.

  I sock him in the shoulder. Shooting pain goes down my arm and he doesn't so much as flinch, but he does start laughing, which only irritates me further.

  Jay grabs my hand and moves my thumb, wrapping it across the bottom of my curled fingers, “Hit with it like this, making sure to hold your fist tight, and hit with your knuckles, not the flats of your fingers. Also, make sure your arm stays level with your shoulder, making it come out straight, and go for the stomach.” He has me show him the movement, “Okay, try hitting me again.”

  I shake my head, “No way, I'll hurt you.”

  He rolls his head back and laughs, “Trust me babe, you won't hurt me.”

  Ooh, his obvious entertainment over the thought that I could actually cause him pain has me hopping mad!

  I take a deep breath and punch him in the gut.

  Jay rubs the spot I hit. He looks impressed, and quite pleased, “I actually felt a little of that. Good job, shorty!” He then has the nerve to pat my motherfucking head like I'm a damn child!

  BAM! I hit him again.

  This time his muscles clench and his face contorts briefly in pain. I cross my arms and smile smugly at him.

  “You're damn pleased with yourself, I think maybe I need to get even,” his face turns sinister, but his eyes are glowing with playfu
lness and when he lunges for me I'm not afraid.

  I giggle when he throws me over his shoulder and gives my ass a hard slap. He walks us over to the couch and drops me on my back. He lifts my shirt and gives me raspberries on my belly, making my legs curl up as I laugh. He does this all over my stomach and I start laughing so hard I'm afraid I'll pee.

  “Okay! Jay, stop! Jay, I'm serious!” I'm gasping for air between each word as he continues his onslaught.

  He hovers over me, holding onto the armrest, “Had enough?” He grins before devouring my mouth and sending a tingle straight to my hot spot. Then his mouth starts doing raspberries along my neck. I start tickling him and to my delight he squirms.

  “Is the big bad tough guy ticklish?” I tease, getting him on his sides. He squirms enough that I can roll him on his back. I straddle him and continue the torture.

  Jay entwines our fingers and pulls me down. I'm flat against him and he wraps my arms around his neck, then he takes hold of my hips.

  We resume kissing and the kiss takes on a life of it's own. We begin clawing at each other, forcefully smashing our lips together while our tongues search the others – for what I have no clue, but they are very determined to find whatever it is.

  Jay's hands glide up my shirt, his thumb grazing my nipples and my hands take hold of his head. I sit up and Jay follows, his lips trying to draw mine back. I remove my shirt, followed by his, and I start to undo his pants.

  He moves his hand to stop me. I let go and wrap my legs around him. My arms are around his neck, smashing myself into him and I kiss him with deep hunger. After several minutes I try again. I reach back down and this time he doesn’t stop my hands from unzipping his jeans. We move so we are up on our knees and my fingers go along the edge of his jeans, around his back, and pull down. I almost lose it at the feel of his perfect muscular ass as I pull his pants off. His arousal brushes mine and he starts moving his hips to rub the length of it along my folds to the crease of my butt. His hands are entangled in my hair and he pulls it back to expose my neck. He's licking and sucking while he continues to stoke me with his cock. My nails are digging hard into his shoulder blades and I'm afraid I'll leave markings, but I can't seem to loosen their hold. I have never felt desire like this; I never knew it existed; I'm consumed with wanting him. He starts picking up his pace as he slides against me, moving with ease from how wet I've become. His hands grab hold of my breasts, pinching and pulling my swollen nipples, and my hips start grinding into him.

  “Fuck, Lily,” Jay moans, and not long after I feel him come along me. When he's finished he pushes me down, throws a leg over the couch, and buries his head between them. His tongue licks from the back all the way to my sweet spot. He takes it into his mouth and sucks. I buck against him, ready to come. He releases it and starts twirling around it with his tongue.

  “Damn baby, the taste of you and me together is pure fucking heaven.” That's the kinkiest thing I have ever heard, but so help me it almost makes me orgasm. His finger enters me as his tongue continues to work and three thrusts later I explode, screaming loud enough I think the neighbors heard.

  Jay scoots up, watching my face as his fingers work my swollen sex. When he senses I'm close again he switches hands and sticks the fingers he had rubbing me in my mouth. I can taste myself and him together and it turns my orgasm into a bomb that shatters my body. I become limp and I don't think I will ever be able to move again.

  Jay kisses along my neck, “I could spend the rest of my life watching you come for me. Nobody has ever given themselves to me like you do, so freely with no pretenses.”

  He continues to torment my neck as his hand starts working me again, softly at first until he hears me moaning. He slides a finger in while his thumb continues to circle and probe. A third orgasm starts building.

  “Come for me, Lily. I want to feel you come around my finger. You feel amazing, you taste amazing,” Jay nibbles on my ear and rams two fingers in. I explode in convulsions, screaming out his name. “Shall we try for a fourth?” Jay's lips move down my neck and to my breast, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and pulling with his teeth. I want to tell him I think I might die if I have another but he already has my body wanting more. He moves to the other breast and his hand pinches and twists the other.

  “Should I make you come like this?” He nips on the tip before fully taking it into his mouth and sucking it with a force that would normally be painful, but it only adds to my arousal. He pulls up, taking my breast with him, then releases it, causing me to cry out. “You like that?” He repeats what he did on the other breast and I think I might come from this.

  His head dips down between my legs and flicks his tongue inside, “God baby, you taste way too fucking good.”

  It doesn't take much for his tongue to start sending me over the edge and I take hold of his head, pushing it down harder into me. This seems to excite him because he digs his hands into my ass cheeks, pushing them up to meet his face, sucking me even harder and I come again, with another one right after that causes goosebumps all over my body and I tremble. Jay doesn't let up and his tongue lightly keeps stroking.

  “No more, Jay, I can't take any more.”

  “Oh, but I think you can. I'm going to wear you out. You'll be too tired to think of doing anything but lie here.”

  “I already am,” I pant as my hips start grinding into his mouth.

  “Liar,” he breathes out and starts kissing it exactly as he does my mouth, and when he enters two fingers in me I come with a force that surprises me after how many I've had.

  He makes me come two more times, and now I'm overly spent and sedated. I can't talk, move, or even remember my own name.

  Jay moves my body to the side and lays behind me. I fall asleep in his arms while Jay trails feather light kisses along my jaw and neck, whispering how beautiful and perfect I am.

  Chapter 13

  11: 17pm

  Jay crawls into bed and immediately reaches for me, encompassing me in his arms. His lips start seducing the sensitive skin behind my ear, slowly making their way down my neck. His hand fondles my breast, squeezing and pulling in a way he already knows I respond best to. He stops the minute he realizes I have no clothes on. I hear him breathing heavily and I'm not sure if he's upset with me for being naked or not. He gets out of bed and leaves the room. I try to ignore the rejected pain I feel stab my heart.

  11:29pm

  Jay comes back into the room and slides into bed, pulling me into him. I gasp at the feel of his naked body pressed to mine. He encases me in his arms again, resting his head on mine.

  “I know what you want Lily, and God help me I want it too, but I want this to be special for you and I'm not sure I know how to do that. I only ever...fuck. I know I keep reminding you but I'll be gone very soon, and this will only complicate things.”

  I move to my back and Jay is on his side peering down at me with unease, but I can also see a strong need for me, a need that is making the aqua and yellow-gold of his irises appear to be swirling around.

  I reach up and stroke his cheek. “I want to have this to remember you by. I want to erase my only memory of sex with something beautiful and pure. I'm scared and nervous but I don't have any doubts you will be gentle. Think of how you are with me. You won't hurt me.”

  Jay connects his forehead to mine and his hand roams my body.

  “I've been holding back from this moment because it's going to suck when I leave, and this will only make it worse.” He sighs and buries his head into my neck, “But at the same time I want to have this to cherish for the rest of my life. I want to remember a time when my life was perfect, simple, and full of happiness. I've never had any of those things before, but I have that with you. After I leave, I won't ever have it again.”

  My throat constricts from the sorrow behind Jay's words. I bring my lips to his and his body crashes down on mine, clinging to me.

  We take our time kissing, exploring with our mouths and hands on e
very crevice of our bodies. I thought I loved the way his muscles felt under my hands, but my lips on his body is even better.

  I can still sense hesitation in him. I stop and move to make us at eye level.

  “What's wrong?”

  He gives me a sheepish grin, “I don't have any condoms.”

  I broadly smile at him, “Is that what had your body tensing up?”

  His adorable sheepish grin is still formed on the side of his mouth as he nods yes.

  “I had an IUD put in a year ago.” Stevie had made me, expecting that I would be ready one day with Will. Back then I never understood the fear I had possessed of finally taking the next step with him. With Jay there isn't an ounce of fear. Nothing has felt more right than to share this with him.

  Jay tucks my hair behind my ear and runs his fingers over my lips, “I'm going to remember you forever Lily, and how life seemed to stand still whenever you smiled at me.” Jay moves our bodies. I'm now underneath and we kiss, both of us trying to convey to the other how unforgettable our time together is.

  “I'm nervous,” I whisper against his mouth when I feel his erection at my entrance.

  “Me too,” he keeps his lips on mine as he talks, “I want this to be good for you.”

  “It will be.” I promise. How could it not when it's with him?

  Jay slowly enters me, working his tip in and out, inching in further and further every time. It's not as painful as I thought it was going to be. I guess because this time I'm not a virgin, and I'm not being forced to do it. It actually feels kind of good the more he moves in and out of me.

  “Lily, you feel incredible,” he breathes into my neck, thrusting deeper inside, “God, I didn't know it could feel this good.” He's crushing my body the more he moves, like he's restraining himself from losing control.

  “Let go, Jay. I'm alright. Let yourself go.”

  His arms move onto the pillow to support his weight when he lifts his upper half and dips his head down to watch himself slide in and out of me.