What have you got for me, social media? I peek over my shoulder again … the noise was in your head, let it go.
Chatterbox opens.
I wade through post after post. Pictures of my friends fill the screen, and posts of both bad and good days weave through my mind in distraction, but nothing really turns off the swirl of thoughts plaguing me, not even the latest hits playing lightly through the speakers. How can one truly get lost in a world that exists only inside a computer? I sigh. I close the program down. God, I’m thirsty.
Cautiously, I walk into the kitchen. Taking a bottle from the fridge, I push the door closed and turn to make my way back to where I was previously sitting.
I drop the bottle.
It bounces across the tiles.
I’m frozen.
“What are you doing here?” I clutch my chest and breathe heavy. “You frightened me.”
Marcus doesn’t speak. He just stares at me with eyes that scream, I want you. Reaching for the knot of his lavender tie, he loosens it, before removing it completely. His tie drops to the floor.
“Marcus,” I whisper, my fear replaced with desire.
He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he removes his black jacket and discards it on the ground, and then he groans deeply.
“Marcus …” I’m breathless.
“I want you.” There’s a desperate hunger to his tone, a raw need in the way he strolls towards me. He wraps one hand around the back of my neck and stares deeply into my eyes. “I fucking missed you so much,” he says against my lips before he devours my mouth with his. Every muscle in my body relaxes as he kisses me in a way nobody ever has before, with unmistakable passion.
“Abi,” he says as he breathes out and takes my hands in his, forcing our bodies backwards until we collide heavily against a vacant wall. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I’ve ever needed.” He lifts my arms above my head and holds them in place with one hand, then he uses his freehand and runs it over my skin. He starts along my jawline, then moves down my neck and finally rubs his fingers over the lace of my bra, causing my nipples to harden.
“Your skin, your face, your breasts. Perfect,” he compliments before his mouth crashes to mine once more and his body presses against me, firmly.
Our lips unlock. “I’m yours,” I declare, not even sure why. Marcus removes the clip bounding my hair, my locks falling freely.
“You’re mine,” he whispers below my ear as I feel his erection dig into my stomach.
When Marcus throws the clip to the floor, his hands run up my torso, stopping when he reaches the top button of my blouse. I wait for him to begin undoing each one, but he doesn’t. Instead, he rips my shirt open like an animal. My breath catches in my throat.
The pulsating between my legs is unbearable. I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Take me,” I beg.
“My pleasure.” His eyes close briefly as his lips arch. “My fucking pleasure.”
I enfold my arms tightly around his neck. I suck his earlobe between my teeth. “Marcus,” I say quietly, pressing my lips against his nape.
One of his hands grabs securely at the base of my head as the other supports my bottom. We pass the stairs, quickly, and my breath hitches as I hear a door slam hard against the wall. Falling down, I’m swallowed by soft bedding.
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” He pulls my skirt from my hips until it’s freed completely. “You remembered me.” He smiles, leaning over top of my body.
“The ocean is only a puddle now,” escapes my lips before my mouth is filled with the taste of mint. He tastes so good. I fucking love mint.
Fast hands. Heavy breathes. A primal growl vibrates in Marcus’s throat as he strips the last of my clothing away. I lay splayed on the bed, looking up at him towering in front of me—his chest now bare. The sound of his belt buckle rattling has me biting my lip. His pants disappear. His cock springs free. I spread my legs wider. I want him.
Marcus nestles between my legs. His biceps bulging on either side of my head. He dips his chin. He licks his lips. “You’re stunning,” he says as he pulls me upwards, lifting me onto his lap; I straddle his waist.
“Protection, Abigail,” he moans before I raise my bottom upwards and place his cock at my opening.
“Fuck protection. I want to feel you, all of you, inside of me.” I slide down his shaft, slowly, oh, so slowly, until he completely fills my pussy. “We’re safe. Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.” I rock my hips back and then forward. Marcus grabs either side of my arse, digging his fingers into my flesh.
“Holy fuck,” he groans. “I’ve waited so long,” he cries out as my fingernails press deep into his back without thought.
An image flashes though my mind.
I stop moving.
“Abi?” I hear his concern.
I take quick breaths. Panic bubbles in my chest. “I’ve done this before, haven’t I? My nails, your back?”
I’m scared of his answer. Because something tells me my nails have marked his flesh on more than one occasion.
“Yes,” he replies with a wicked grin and eyes that burn in a devilish way. “Mark me. Make me yours again.” He lays me down. He grabs my ankles, hard, but soon lets go, sliding his hands up my inner legs, parting them more and more as he climbs.
“We slept together before that night on the coast, didn’t we?”
He nods slowly.
“But how? When?”
“Mark me, Abigail,” he coerces, pressing his chest to mine. Sliding his cock fast and deep inside me. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I drag my nails outwards from the centre of his back, he doesn’t flinch. Instead, he stares with those devil eyes and that wicked and sexy-as-fuck grin. We lie connected, gazing at each other. I’m lost and confused, but Marcus displays unbridled intent. He doesn’t move, he waits.
“I … Shit … Marcus, I can’t—”
“Do you want me to show you what else we used to do?”
My heart beats erratically. Get the fuck out of here, my mind screams, yet my heart tells me to stay. Clasping my lip between my teeth, I nod.
That fucking smile on his face broadens before his index finger removes my hold on my lip. Placing his mouth feather-light against mine, he takes each arm by my wrists and lifts them above my head. “Hold the bars.”
I do.
“Good girl. Don’t let go, okay?”
“I won’t,” I say, my voice hushed.
He digs his fingers into each of my hip bones and tilts them slightly upwards. I feel him pulling himself out of me, but he stops just before we part. Staring at me with such depth that I fear he has reached my soul, Marcus lunges forward, pushing himself so forcefully inside me I call out in shock.
“Did that hurt?” His eyes gleam as he draws back out again.
“No,” I puff.
He smiles before doing it again and again and again.
“Oh fuck,” I scream as my body begins to build … Oh, God! I’m going to come. “Right there, right there, don’t stop.”
“Not yet. Don’t come.” His voice is demanding. He releases my grip on the bars. He flips me over onto my knees. He traces his fingers either side of my spine, and when he reaches my lower back, he bites gently into the soft tissue of my arse cheek. I don’t flinch. I only desire more. Splayed hands fan evenly across my back and move upwards until they reach the tips of my shoulders. One hand curls around where it stopped, sending goosepimples to invade my skin. The other makes its way to the base of my neck before sliding into the locks of my hair. Grabbing a handful, he holds firmly, and just as I inhale he re-enters me, vigorously. Each thrust becomes faster and so desperate, it’s hard to catch my breath. I’m faced with sensations I’ve never known to exist.