The living room has plush gray couches stacked with white fluffy cushions. There are a few pieces of art on the walls, and at a quick glance, I think they are originals. A massive television screen is on one of the other walls, and under it is a large fireplace.
Everything almost feels clinical, impersonal, sterile like a hospital. It’s so clean and untouched.
“This is stunning.” I hear something fall and turn around quickly to see it’s my bag he’s dropped to the floor. “You live here all by yourself?”
He nods. Stalking toward me now, his hand clasps his black shirt, and in one swift move, it’s off over his head.
Angry red scars appear on his chest, like small cuts that have risen and healed.
Before giving me the opportunity to inspect his gorgeous body too much, his hand goes to his pants and he pulls the belt free as he reaches for me, dropping it to the floor.
“I’ll give you the first option… kitchen or floor.”
I’m confused and can’t stop staring at his body. It’s painfully beautiful. My mind can’t seem to make my mouth move.
He clicks his tongue impatiently. “Your choice, pretty girl. Quick. Decide now.”
“Floor,” I say, letting the word drop from my mouth.
Marcus smirks and steps forward, his hand goes to the back of my neck, cupping it. Sliding his hand through my hair, he pulls so our mouths collide. He kisses me longer than usual, and soon I’m pushing myself up against him so I can feel him. Marcus groans into my mouth and reaches for my dress, which is the only thing separating us, so he can peel it from my body. He makes quick work of removing it, and then his hands touch me again, pulling me to him.
“Marcus,” I say, in between his lips kissing mine.
He pulls his mouth back, but doesn’t stop his hands from roaming all over my body. “What,” he practically growls.
“This is just sex, isn’t it?” I ask, my eyes falling into the back of my head at his simple touch.
Marcus’ hand slides straight into my panties. “Yes,” he replies impatiently, and pulls my panties down so I’m bare.
I make quick work of dropping my bra and wrap my hands around his neck. He kisses me again, this time lowering me to the floor with him. Marcus cradles my head and I swoon, just a little. Then his knee is between my legs, pushing them apart, separating them as he disappears. Kisses trail my body with a hot tongue following before he reaches the top of my pussy. Hot breaths tickle me and I arch up with anticipation.
A finger slides between my lips and pushes in, then is gone just as quickly as it was there, sliding to my clit and circling it. There’s nothing to grab hold of as I lay on the cold wooden floor. I’m about to pull him up to me, but before I do, his tongue touches me, right there, right where I need it to be. Instead, my hands lay on the floor, my nails scraping as he shows me exactly what he can do.
One lick to the clit, a circle, then back down to where his fingers are penetrating me. His tongue is at the top of my entrance before he goes back up circling my clit again, and again. The teasing is building up until I can no longer take it anymore. I feel myself tightening around his fingers, and as that beautiful fucking wave of ecstasy hits me, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even stop when I come down from it. His tongue keeps assaulting my pussy until I reach for his hair, pulling him up to me.
Marcus wipes at his lips. “I could get addicted to that taste,” he says while my hands hold on.
I reach between us to feel him near my entrance. He’s rock hard and I want him in me. Now. My hand grips his cock and I smile at the size of it. Pushing my pelvis up to meet him, he smirks.
“Needy, pretty girl?”
I am. I need him in me. He pulls back just as I feel him there. My hand drops, and I go to reach for him again, but he grips my hands and pulls them above my head. Then he lays on me, his cock right there, right fucking there. Damn him.
After a few moments, he pushes in, just the tip, then goes back out.
“In,” I say through clenched teeth.
Marcus smiles and does it again, just the tip, making my body crazy with need.
“In,” I say again, this time more desperate than the first time I said it.
He leans down and kisses my lips. I pull them away desperately while trying to arch my hips, but he’s lying on me so it does no good.
“Do you want me…” he pushes in again, but not far enough, “… to go in?” Then pulls back. I try to pull my hands free, and with the third tug Marcus lets me. I push at his chest, and he moves as I pull away from under him. Standing and hovering over him, so my pussy is in his face while he sits there with his cock hard and ready. My body’s dying in anticipation, it’s ready and wanting his dick in me.
Desperately.
Frantically.
My hands grip his head, and I wonder how he can be so composed. Isn’t he hungry with need like I am? Lowering myself down, I run my hands through his hair, then one hand comes between us reaching for his cock again as I position it between my legs and lower myself on it.
“Needy little bitch,” he says.
I don’t argue because I know I am very fucking needy. And the minute I’m on him my body rejoices in my neediness. And soon my hips start rocking, taking from him what I need. His hands, which were by his sides, grip my hips painfully and start rocking with me faster and faster. My legs wrap around his waist while our bodies are so close I can feel the sweat that’s between us.
Marcus bites my neck as I throw my head back, his teeth scraping along my skin, and I shudder on top of him. I start to slow as the pressure builds and I know I’m close again, but he doesn’t allow me to orgasm. I lift my head back up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies so dangerously close that all that’s moving now is my hips with his guidance.
I come. And I come hard. On top of him. My body exhausted and fully sated as he rides out his own release, only relieving some of the pressure on my hips as he stays holding me.
“Is this when I go home?” I ask, unable to move.
“No. This is where you stay, so I can fuck you all night.” Marcus stands up and takes me with him. He slides straight out of me and lifts me higher with my legs still around his waist as he starts walking up a set of stairs.
“I’m tired,” I say with a yawn.
“It’s okay, I don’t need you awake,” he teases, and it makes me laugh. “But I will be tasting paradise again.” I manage to lift my head and smile.
“You like me,” I say.
He throws me onto my back on the bed and stands at the end. Now I get the opportunity to get a good look at him naked. My eyes roam with appreciation. Somehow the scars on his upper chest make him even more attractive. His tanned skin, messy curly hair from my hands roaming through it, and his jaw, which is set in a hard line, define his gorgeous face.
This man is perfection.
A god.
“I like your pussy. Don’t get the two things mixed up. This is just sex. Tell me you know this is just sex, pretty girl,” he says, then crawls over the top of me.
I don’t know if what he said should affect me, I’m to fucked to care. When I don’t answer, he taps me on my nipple making, it sting.
“Tell me you understand.”
“I do. Just sex. Is it a deal?”