Marcus Mine

by Madison,Mia

  “I’m just kidding. Let’s go!”

  She was not kidding.

  Marcus wasn’t next to his barbecue grill where he was supposed to be. He was in the pool, at the far end, exactly where he wasn’t supposed to be, and when Candace and I stepped outside he turned and stared at me. What was the word Candace used? Ogle. He was ogling all over me, his eyes feasting on my body, and the worst part was I could feel my body responding. My pulse jumped, my nipples hardened, and I felt a sweet, tingling sensation between my legs.

  Quick! In the pool! Now! My mind screamed in panic, and I obeyed without further thought. I took three quick steps and jumped, a part of my brain registering the shocked look on Candace’s face as I passed her. A second later I hit the water and splashed all over her.

  “Alice!” Candace screamed, backing up.

  My head came up. I wiped water from my face and stole a glance at Marcus, only to find him grinning from ear to ear.

  Argh! I hate him!

  “Alice, what the fuck?” Candace said although she was also smiling. “Never saw a pool before?”

  “Come on, Candace,” I said, splashing more water on her. “You’re the one who wanted to get in.”

  Candace laughed, shaking her head. “Fine, Alice. I’ll do the cannonball with you.”

  She backed up and propelled herself into the air, tucking her knees against her chest and screaming. She made an even bigger splash as her balled up body hit the water. When she emerged she was smiling. “That was awesome!”

  Marcus clapped, laughing. “Candace, I haven’t seen you do that since you were ten.”

  “Your turn!” Candace told him.

  “Oh no,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “I’m way too old for that kind of stunt.”

  “Are you scared?” Candace pressed.

  “I’m not scared of anything,” he replied defensively.

  “Yes you are.”

  “I know what you’re trying to do, Candace.”

  “Is it working?”

  Marcus laughed. “Fine, but if I break anything you’re driving me to the hospital.”

  “Can I use your Ferrari to drive you there?”

  “No way,” Marcus said, pulling himself out of the pool and walking to our side.

  Holy fuck, I thought as I stared at what can only be the body of a Greek god, with his tanned skin, broad shoulders, ripped chest and abs, and long, tattooed, muscled arms, all rippling in perfect unison as he moved. My eyes inadvertently dropped to his trunks, which were dripping and pressed tightly together, highlighting a very generous bulge between his carved legs.

  I bit my lip and held a gasp that threatened to escape. I had a sudden, mad urge to touch myself right there, and a part of me didn’t care if someone saw me. Thank goodness I was able to restrain myself.

  “Alright, here we go!” With a powerful kick, he launched himself into the air, grabbed his knees, and did a double somersault before crashing into the water three feet away from me.

  Candace and I screamed as we shielded our eyes. A thousand cold needles hit my arms and chest as the water splashed around us.

  “Woohoo! Way to go, dad!”

  Marcus smiled, wiping his face, his deep blue eyes sparkling in the sun. “That was fun,” he said.

  Someone’s cell phone started ringing.

  “That’s probably Lori,” Candace said, getting out. “I left her a message earlier asking if she wanted to hang out with us. Be right back.”

  She picked up her phone from one of the white leather lounge chairs and started walking away.

  Oh, no.

  “Candace, towel off first,” Marcus called after her, but she kept going, yapping animatedly on the phone as she disappeared inside, leaving a trail of puddles in her wake. He shook his head and turned his full attention to me, his massive, naked chest close enough that if I stretched out my arm I could actually touch it.

  Crap.

  “So, Alice,” he said, staring at me, his expression indecipherable.

  “Yes, Mr. Mansfield?”

  “Enjoying yourself so far?”

  “Very much, Mr. Mansfield,” I said stiffly. Candace, where the fuck are you?

  “You must like pools, judging by the way you reacted to this one.”

  I laughed. “I don’t even know how to swim.”

  “Would you like to learn?”

  “Sure, maybe someday.”

  “How about now?”

  “What?” My already elevated heart rate went up another notch.

  “I can teach you. It’s really easy.”

  “Mr. Mansfield…” I started to protest, but Marcus had closed the gap between us, his powerful aura enveloping me, his musky scent overpowering the smell of chlorine.

  “Put your arms straight out in front of you.”

  Somewhere in my mind, the voice of reason was still protesting. This was my dad’s friend and my new friend’s dad. I could stop this right now, tell him politely but firmly to back away and step out of the pool, but that inner voice was no match for the soft, yet commanding voice of the man that was making me weak at the knees just by his presence.

  I held my arms out.

  “Good. Now shove off with your feet. I’m going to push on your belly button and hold you in place while you work your legs. Think of them as your propellers and keep kicking. Ready?”

  I nodded, then gasped audibly when his hand came to rest on my stomach. A tremor ran up and down my body.

  Marcus didn’t move, his hand still firmly planted across my belly button, but his breathing seemed to get heavier. I glanced at him and found him staring at me with lust filled eyes.

  “Mr…”

  It happened fast. One second I was looking up at him, and the next second his lips were pressed against mine, his tongue sliding through the gap in my open mouth, seeking, dancing, making contact.

  Marcus stepped back, the reality of what he had just done hitting him full force. He started to say something, probably to apologize, but I didn’t give him the chance. I grabbed his neck, pressed myself against him, and pulled him back to my hungry lips.

  Everything around me spun, then faded away as my innocent little world was turned upside down in an instant.

  Ice Cream

  Marcus

  The TV blared its continuous stream of football updates. It was my routine, at the end of the day, to unwind and catch up on sports news. I hardly ever watch the actual games anymore, just the highlights, but tonight none of the updates registered in my brain, which had been busy replaying the event that transpired in the pool.

  It had been almost eight hours ago, but I could still feel the tremor in her lips and body as we kissed, the fullness of her breasts when she pressed herself to me, and the softness of her skin when I caressed her and squeezed her ass underwater.

  Damn, but that was a sweet kiss.

  Since the pool incident I kept getting hard the entire evening, so much so that I had to change into my loose basketball shorts, minus any underwear, just to let the damn thing breathe. I was so tempted to jerk off and give myself a much-needed relief, but somehow I found the discipline to keep my hand from whacking my cock vigorously and exploding all over the floor.

  Damn you, Marcus, I scolded myself. Why the fuck did you have to kiss her?

  She wanted me just as bad, though. I could tell from her body language that she didn’t want to stop. It was almost as if she needed me. If Candace hadn’t returned to the pool after her call something could have really gone down. Already I kept imagining the stuff I could have done to her. I had her sweet, firm ass in my hands. All I had to do was yank her bikini bottom down and stick my raging cock in her. I could have fucked her right there, in the pool, my cock sliding in and out of her tight little pussy while I pulled her top off and squeezed those lovely breasts.

  Fuck!

  I wondered if she was a virgin. Nowadays it seemed almost impossible to survive high school with their cherry still intact, but what if she was? I�
��ve never tasted virgin pussy before, and taking a young woman’s virginity, being the first person to show her the joys of sex, was one of my deepest secret fantasies.

  My dick lurched. I rubbed the shaft through my shorts and groaned. My work had kept me so busy I hadn’t made time to cultivate any kind of relationship. The incident with Alice made me realize how long I had gone without having sex.

  But to even think about doing your friend’s only daughter? Really, Marcus?

  This was fucking crazy. I had to stop this before it went any further. Tomorrow I would apologize to her, explain how it was all an accident and how it was extremely wrong for me to do what I just did. I could even tell her the truth, that I hadn’t had a woman since my ex-wife left me.

  Then I would block out some serious time on my calendar to finding a suitable fuck partner.

  Relieved to have a plan in place, I got up, walked to the kitchen, and opened the freezer door. I always had ice cream at night. It was one of the few pleasures I allowed myself, a welcome treat after a hard day’s work.

  Hmm, chocolate or vanilla?

  I grabbed the half gallon of creamy vanilla, shut the door, and almost dropped the damn thing as I jumped in surprise.

  Alice was standing next to the fridge, wearing a long t-shirt with no bra, her nipples visible through the fabric. Her shirt went down to her thighs, and I couldn’t tell if she was wearing shorts, panties, or nothing underneath.

  Oh, fuck me.

  “Hey Alice,” I managed to say.

  Alice looked down, and it took me a second to realize I had a raging hard-on, my shorts sporting an impressive tent. Embarrassed, I turned and pressed myself against the island as I placed the cold container on the surface.

  “Want some ice cream?”

  She looked up at me, her face reddening as she blushed. “Uh, sure, Mr. Mansfield.”

  I grabbed a couple of bowls and a scooper, dropped a scoop in each, and handed her one, along with a spoon.

  “Thanks,” she said. I noticed her hand trembling a bit as she held the spoon.

  “Couldn’t sleep?”

  She shook her head. “No, not really.”

  I nodded. “I’m usually a night owl, so I don’t go to bed until around one or so.”

  “What about Candace?”

  “When she was young she would be knocked out by nine. Nowadays it’s hard to tell. She’s usually in her room by ten, but who knows what time she actually sleeps.”

  She took a bite. “Mmm, this is good,” she said, licking some vanilla from her lips.

  Lips I would love to taste again.

  “Listen,” I said, clearing my throat. “About earlier, at the pool… I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

  She nodded. “I’m sorry too, Mr. Mansfield.”

  “No, don’t be. It’s completely my fault. I was way out of line. It’s just that, well, not that it’s an excuse for my behavior, but I haven’t had a woman in quite some time, so I kinda lost it there.” I breathed deeply. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

  “Sure,” she said, nodding.

  “Good,” I said, directed more to myself than her.

  We ate in silence for a few minutes, at a loss for words, each of us seemingly deep in our own thoughts.

  “Can I ask you something?” Alice finally said.

  “Of course.”

  “You said you haven’t been with a woman for some time. Is Candace’s mom away somewhere?”

  “Oh, you didn’t know? We’re divorced.”

  “My mom and dad separated too.”

  I was shocked. Barry and Linda had been together for a long time, and they seemed like the perfect couple.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that. Barry never mentioned anything.”

  Alice shrugged. “I think he’s still hurt. It was totally unexpected. She pretty much just dropped the bomb on him one day.”

  “Really? When was this?”

  “About a year ago. He’ll probably give you all the details when he comes over.”

  “Yeah, I’m supposed to pick him up at the airport Friday afternoon.”

  “Did dad say how long he was staying?”

  “Just for the weekend. He said he had to be back in the office on Monday.”

  “Oh, okay.” Alice paused. “If you don’t mind my asking… How long have you been divorced?”

  “Over two years now,” I said, watching her, forcing myself to keep my eyes on her though I was acutely aware of the nipple bumps on her shirt. I could have sworn they were getting harder.

  Alice bit her lower lip. “And you haven’t been with anyone since?”

  I shook my head. Why is she asking me this?

  “It must be hard,” she started to say, then she glanced at my shorts and blushed an even deeper shade of red. “It must be hard for you, to be without anyone for such a long period of time.”

  “I kept myself busy,” I said.

  “Still, it must be hard,” she rasped, taking a step closer.

  “Yes,” I croaked, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. At some level I felt myself shift to a primal mode. My senses perked up, and blood was rushing through my veins. I picked up on her scent - sweet, fresh, with a hint of vanilla. It was the scent of innocence, and it was intoxicating.

  She nodded, taking another step. She was visibly shaking and nervous as fuck, but she placed a hand lightly on my chest. “I can understand.”

  “Do you?”

  “I haven’t been with anyone either,” she said as she traced a finger across my pecs.

  I gulped. “For how long?”

  “Long,” she said, her hand sliding down, pausing when she got to the top of my shorts. She looked at me as if to ask for permission, but I remained still as a statue. Biting her lip again, her hands trembling against me, she lifted the garter of my shorts and dug her hand in.

  We both gasped simultaneously as she made contact with my cock.

  “Oh my god,” Alice moaned, like she had never felt a cock in her life. She didn’t even have to move her hand. It was trembling so bad my dick felt like it was pressed against a vibrator.

  “It’s okay,” I said, wrapping my hand around hers as she held on, her face registering the fear she suddenly felt at what she had just done. Seeing her, watching the terrified look on her face, made me realize the truth.

  Alice was a virgin.

  Deer In Headlights

  Alice

  “Oh my god.”

  I couldn’t believe I was holding an actual, physical cock.

  Everything happened so fast, and I was still in a daze, still reeling from the turn of events. A part of me kept thinking this was all a dream, that I was going to wake up any time now and find myself safely in the comfort of my own home, in my own bed. Because this couldn’t possibly be happening to me.

  Except I knew it wasn’t a dream. It was real, as real as the twitching mass sitting in the palm of my hand.

  How the hell did it get to this?

  I was so horny at the pool. When Marcus kissed me, it was as if he had unlocked something in me, something that had been dying to break free.

  Marcus had cooked a fabulous ribeye steak dinner, but I barely touched my plate. All I could think of was that kiss, and that hand resting on my stomach, and how he squeezed my ass and caressed me.

  We were lucky Candace didn’t see us, or she would have flipped.

  After dinner I excused myself, pretending I was tired. When I got to the room I took off all my clothes, jumped on the bed, and fingered myself until I came hard three times in quick succession. The bedsheets were soaked, and yet my extreme horniness never went away. Throughout the entire evening I couldn’t do a thing. Marcus consumed my every thought.

  Finally I got out of bed, put on a shirt and a fresh pair of cotton panties, and headed downstairs to grab a glass of water. It was almost midnight by then, so I thought everyone would be asleep.

  When I heard the TV there was a moment when I considere
d turning around and going back to my room, but I thought I could sneak in, grab my water really quick, and leave before anyone noticed.

  Imagine my shock when I saw Marcus in the kitchen getting his ice cream.

  Even then I could have walked away, but I stood there a little too long, and when he saw me and I noticed the big bulge in his shorts I knew there was no turning back.

  And now I was holding his dick in my hand, a hand that for some reason refused to stop shaking. It wasn’t just my hand that was shaking, though. My whole body was trembling. I was now firmly in uncharted territory, and I was fucking terrified.

  “It’s okay,” Marcus said, surprising me with his tender voice.

  I nodded. Now that I had his cock in my hand I had no idea what to do with it.

  Seriously.

  I mean, sure, I’ve seen porn. I know what you’re supposed to do with them. But as I stood with my hand inside the shorts of the hottest man I’ve ever met, someone who I was sure had lots of experience with women, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. I froze, and as the seconds ticked by I became increasingly embarrassed. Tears welled in my eyes and I was ready to bolt out of there, grab a cab and fly back home, and never ever come back.

  “It’s okay,” he said again, reassuring me. He leaned forward and started kissing me, his own hand going inside his shorts and resting on top of mine. Gripping my hand gently, he began moving it up and down slowly, groaning at the pleasure he, or I, was giving.

  “Oh yeah,” he said, kissing me some more, his cock growing even larger, to the point where I could see a moist head sticking out of his shorts.

  Without breaking away from our kiss, he pulled his shorts down to his knees. His cock sprang free and immediately grew to a ridiculously long length.

  “Fuck,” I said, stopping to stare at the monster between his legs. I could easily put both of my hands side by side and it still wouldn’t cover all of him.

  “Just keep doing what you’re doing,” Marcus whispered in my ear as he let go of my hand.

  I nodded, pumping his shaft with the same rhythm he had taught me.

  “That’s perfect,” Marcus said, closing his eyes briefly before he reached under my shirt and caressed my breasts.