by Blue, A. J.
A text from Liam. I have to chuckle. The question is quite justified. I quickly type my answer.
I’m still alive, but Marcus is pretty done in. Just thrashed him at badminton.
He won’t like that. He hates losing.
I noticed. ;-) When will you be back?
Around 4. Why don’t you sleep with Marcus in the meantime. That would cheer him up…
You think I should?
Sure! Have fun! My turn this evening ;-)))
In your dreams!
In reality ;-) You can’t help yourself. See you later, angel.
I shake my hand and put the cell back in my purse. That the man I’m currently sleeping with doesn’t mind me sleeping with his friends takes a bit of getting used to.
Would it be different if Liam and I were a couple? I ponder. Did he share his girlfriends with Marcus and Alex as well? Did he actually ever have a proper relationship?
I can’t deny that I like Liam. I like him a lot actually. But I can’t allow myself to more than ‘like’ right now. At the moment a new relationship is out of the question for me. The break-up from Andrew is still too raw. Although I’m doing my best to hate him, I don’t always succeed. And it doesn’t look as if Liam would be interested in something serious anyway. For that reason it may not be a bad idea to occupy myself with Marcus for a bit. Lost in thought, I slip on my shoes, grab my bag and start looking for Marcus.
He’s sitting on one of the comfortable seats in the foyer, skimming through a magazine. When I come nearer, he looks up. “Ready?”
“Yes,” I nod. “Do you know a nice café somewhere close?”
“You really want to buy me a coffee?” He puts the magazine down and gets up.
“Sure, if you like. Unless you no longer have the strength to hold the cup!” I tease him. Annoying Marcus is great fun and I just can’t stop. And I can’t help feeling that he’s quite enjoying our repartee.
“You are such a little bitch!” He playfully punches me in the side. Then he suddenly grins. “I have a much better idea what we could do now.”
“Let me take a wild guess. Sex?”
“No,” Marcus shakes his head and laughs. Although I fancy sex more or less all the time, there’s something else that’s at least as good!”
“And that is?”
“I’m not telling you. You’ll find out. I can’t wait to see if you’ll still be as cheeky when you do.”
Puzzled, I survey my surroundings. We’ve left the city and we’re now driving at a snail’s pace over a narrow, very badly paved, forest track lined by ancient oak trees.
I hope the electric car is up to the challenge. I also hope we won’t run out of gas. The idea of being stranded right in the middle of the forest with Marcus is a little creepy. I suddenly panic. I still know nothing about this person not yet having gotten around to quizzing him about personal things. He could be a wanted serial killer for all I know. Maybe I’m his next victim?!
I’ve always had a vivid imagination and right now it projects the most disturbing images inside my head. Perhaps I should jump out of the car.
“You’re very quiet all of a sudden. Are you scared of trees?” Marcus wants to know and eyes me critically. “Or do you think I drove to the forest with you to bump you off?”
Shit, I think. Why the heck am I always so easy to read? “I was just wondering where you’re actually going to take us,” I reply trying to sound as indifferent as possible.
“Don’t worry, I’m not planning to bury you in the woods. I could miss out on something if I did.” Marcus winks at me. “We’re nearly there. This route is a little more roundabout but much shorter than taking the main road.”
The forest is clearing ahead of us. I can make out some kind of a field in the distance. Marcus steers the car out of the forest and drives towards the field. We can now see a few small planes on the right.
An airport, I think. Does Marcus want to take me up for a few rounds? Hopefully not.
I really don’t like flying at all. I’m quite prone to vertigo. And if I really can’t avoid it, then please not in one of those ridiculously tiny crafts. They’re crashing all the time.
“So, what are we doing here,” I ask cautiously. “Do you own a plane and now you’re going to impress me with your flying skills?
“No,” Marcus shakes his head. “I don’t have a license. We’re going to do something much better!”
“And that would be?”
“Parachute jumping!”
“Oh, no!” I am horrified. “Forget it!. No way am I going to jump out of a plane!”
“Come one. I’ll be jumping with you. I’m a trained parachutist. We’ll be jumping together. Nothing can possibly go wrong. Believe me, it‘s the ultimate kick and nearly as good as sex.”
“But I’m really scared of heights,” I feebly object.
“I knew it!” Marcus looks at me disdainfully. All talk and no substance!”
Ouch. That hurts. I really don’t want to back down, but asking me to jump out of a plane is just too much.
“Come on, Kate. Let’s get changed and take the plane up. If you still don’t want to jump once we’re at the right altitude, we simply leave it alone,” Marcus tries to persuade me.
It seems to be the guys’ strategy to gradually entice me to agree to things I would usually never do. Liam has tried to lure me exactly like that as well.
I’ve done so many things over the last few days I wouldn’t have considered in my wildest dreams before. Climbing into this tiny airplane is really no great deal by comparison. Or is it?
I suspect I’m going to regret my decision once we’re airborne, but I want to at least give it a go.
The new and single Kate doesn’t hide behind her fears!
“Right, but if I don’t want to, we go right down again!” I say.
Marcus nods. “That’s fine. Well done for giving it a go!”
Oh, no, what am I doing? I think when the small plane lifts off soon after. Despite the red skydiving suit I’m suddenly freezing and I can feel myself panic.
“Kate, look at me. There’s no need to be afraid. Concentrate on your breathing. In and out. Really deeply!” Marcus shouts against the noise of the plane’s engine.
“What the fuck are you?” I scream back, trying to suppress the budding fear. “A damned life coach?”
Marcus doesn’t answer but pulls me up on my feet and fastens my harness to his. Then he opens the hatch.
I very quickly glance out and desperately cling on to my belts. “No!” I scream. “Stop. I don’t want to do it!”
But Marcus simply pushes me further towards the hatch. Then he presses against me with all his weight and thus catapults me out of the safety of the plane with him.
“Nooooooo!”
You bloody scumbag, I think. Then I’m hit by such a kick of adrenalin I would presumably have lost my balance had I been standing. Marcus holds on fast to my hands and spreads my arms. Then he opens the first parachute.
Oh, my God, I’m flying.
I don’t know if I should laugh or cry.
I would have never done this voluntarily. And still, I secretly have to hand it to Marcus. It really is downright incredible!
“You asshole” You bastard! You complete idiot!” I angrily thump my fists against Marcus’s chests. We’ve luckily made a safe landing and he’s just released me from my harness. “You told me we weren’t going to jump if I didn’t want to!”
“I see. You didn’t want to?”
“Too right I didn’t!”
“Why didn’t you say so?” Marcus throws me an impertinent grin.
“You’re such a complete and utter scumbag!”
“Thanks for the compliment. Come on, you know that was incredible. Sometimes you have to push your boundaries if you really want to live!”
My legs feel like jelly and my hands are trembling, but I still feel good. Somehow alive and full of beans. I know what Marcus tried to prove with his stunt, but
he didn’t have to do it all that drastically. Over the last few days I’ve done more things than I would have ever thought. And, yes, I liked it. There’s actually nothing I did with Liam and Marcus I didn’t enjoy. I’m also quite sure that Alex will have quite a lot to offer.
“I’ll think about it,” I say.
“What do you mean?” Marcus asks.
“Wasn’t that the whole idea? You want me to take the plunge and actually move in with you; to sign your strange contract.”
“Whatever makes you think that…” says Marcus the hypocrite.
“And yes, I enjoyed the jump although I thought I was going to die first,” I continue.
“See! I think I’ve earned a kiss!”
“Forget it. Do you really think I’d kiss the person who just pushed me out of a plane?”
“Absolutely” That’s exactly what you’re going to do now.” Marcus retorts, holds my face in his hands and kisses me. I don’t resist but respond until we finally let go of each other, gasping for air.
“Let’s go home. Now! I want you naked!” Marcus growls.
We’ve barely set foot inside the penthouse when we pounce on each other. Marcus has actually made me forget about Liam. Right now I only want him and nobody else. Our little battle of wits is exactly what turns me on so much. The air between us I charged with energy.
I’m still full of adrenalin and feel like I’m floating. I kiss Marcus and very slightly bite his lip.
“Take your clothes off!” he demands.”
You too.” I reply and take off my sweater. Then I unzip my jeans and let them slide to the floor. Marcus has also ditched his jeans and sweater and is now facing me in his boxers. My index finger traces his six-pack and stops at the seam of his shorts. I gently massage his dick under the thin fabric and feel it harden at my touch.
“Come on.” Marcus takes my hand and maneuvers me towards his room. He opens the door, lifts me up and puts me down on the bed. Then he opens my bra and carelessly tosses it aside. His lips caress my nipples, wander up my throat, kiss my mouth and then return to my nipples. Ever so gently his tongue licks my breasts and circles my nipples until they get hard. Each touch is like a small electric shock on my skin. I feel myself getting wet and grab Marcus’s wild, blonde shock of hair to pull his head back.
“Now,” I whisper.
Marcus smiles and turns over on his back. I trace his stomach muscles with the tip of my finger, kiss the inside of his thighs and finally pull down the seam of his boxes. His penis is now rock hard.
“Take that off and turn around to me,” Marcus says in a throaty voice and points to my thong. I slip out of the thong and crouch across him in the ‘69’ position.
Marcus moans when I lick a small drop of precum from his rod and then take his hard penis into my mouth. While my mouth and fingers massage his hard phallus, he kisses the inside of my thighs, strokes the lips of my vulva and then enters me with his tongue. My whole body is consumed by desire and my labia swell almost instantly. Marcus hands are around my butt cheeks and caress my anus. Then he enters my butt with one of his fingers while his tongue continues to stimulate my vagina. I moan and increase the speed of my massage a little.
“Stop!” Marcus pants. “I don’t want to come yet. Sit on me!”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. My vagina is pounding with desire. I want to feel his big, rock hard dick inside me. I turn around and crouch over him. The tip of his penis touches my vagina. My body’s trembling with desire. Very, very slowly I slide down to receive his pulsing manhood. Marcus gives me a moment to get used to his size, then he holds my hips and moves under me. I adjust to the rhythm of his movements. Take him deeper and deeper inside.
I look into his eyes, and screw him while he is screwing me. The savage energy between us makes me shudder. I feel my womb contracting and yearning for release.
“Come, Kate,” he insists and thrusts even harder. “Come for me.”
A hoarse scream escapes my throat when I finally climax.
We are lying next to each other, utterly spent.
“Not bad for a start,” Marcus grins and strokes my back. “I can only return the compliment,” I mumble still a bit dazed by the intensity of my orgasm. “What else do you do, by the way, when you’re not busy seducing women?” I ask him.
“I’m a gynecologist. I’m studying women in the interest of science,” Marcus replies glibly.
“Bullshit,” I say. You’re lying. That’s about as far from the truth as it gets.”
“You’re right. I don’t actually work a whole lot. I inherited quite a bit of money and I have shares in several companies, just like Liam. But unlike him, I’m not managing the businesses myself. I rather do what I’m good at.”
“And that is?”
“Bedding beautiful women, enjoying life and some charity work now and then.”
“Doesn’t that get boring after a while?”
“Absolutely not. I’ll never get tired of sleeping with beautiful women. I love enjoying life and once in a while living in the world’s poorest areas to support the local population makes me realize even more how well off we all are and what real gratitude means.”
“Where have you been so far?” I ask and enjoy Marcus’s fingers on my skin.
“Quite a few places. I’ve been to Ethiopia, the Congo, Bolivia, Peru. Especially touching was a children’s support project in Uganda. My foundation built an orphanage and I was there for a long time. Did you ever hold an orphaned child in your arms who didn’t want to let you go? It’s heartbreaking.”
I shake my head. Marcus keeps on surprising me. That he had inherited a lot of money and simply lives for the moment is exactly what I had initially thought. But I would have never guessed that he actually cares about disadvantaged orphans. He’s apparently far less shallow than I imagined.
Marcus has stopped stroking my back. “We have to start getting ready for the party,” he says in a husky voice.
Exactly like Liam. I’m frustrated. The minute a conversation gets more intimate, Marcus diverts my attention. Those two are presumably not able to sustain a normal relationship. I wonder if Alexander is like that, too.
“Where is Liam actually?” I ask and slip into my underwear. “Wasn’t he supposed to be back by now?”
“Here, read it yourself,” Marcus says and hands me his cell. “He sent a text. You should have gotten it as well.”
Hi, you two. Hope you are still alive and having a good time ;-) Got delayed. See you at the party. L.
19
Wow, this must have cost a fortune, I think when Marcus and I step into the brightly lit building. The organizers must have rented the whole deluxe hotel for the party. Impressive candelabras bath everything in a warm glow, the walls are cloaked in fabric prints, fantasy sculptures grace the lobby and women in elf costumes are scurrying around to greet the guests.
“What kind of a party is this?” I feel a little out of place in my red dress. But the other guests in their stylish outfits don’t really fit into this fantasy world either. Perhaps they should have been told that this is a fancy dress occasion.
Marcus points to a poster above the entrance to the function room.
SPIRIT WORLD – THE RETURN
it says in capital letters.
“This is the launch of Epoch’s new Spirit World game.
“Right,” I say. “And how are you two involved? Does one of you own Epoch?”
“No!” Marcus replies. “Come on, we go look for Liam. I hope he reserved us some seats.”
What seats? I’m about to ask, but Marcus grabs my hand and pulls me behind him. I have a job keeping up with him in my high heels.
“Hey!” I complain. “I can’t walk that fast.”
“Try harder! I want to get a seat right in front,” he says testily and heads towards the function room’s entrance.
“And I thought if you two sleep with each other you would finally stop fighting,” I hear a voice behind me. I pull my han
d away from Marcus and turn around.
“Liam!”
Liam looks at us with amusement.
“How do you know…?” I start.
“I don’t actually, but I can’t imagine that you could resist Marcus for long. Or he you.”
I have no idea what to say to that and wave him off dismissively.
“As long as you had fun.” Liam winks at me.
“Could have been worse,” is Marcus’s cheeky comment.
“I don’t believe what I’m hearing!” I flash my eyes at him indignantly.
“That’s enough!” Liam says and takes my arm. “Follow me. They’re about to start.”
Together we walk into the function room. It’s already quite crowded. Guests are sitting spread over several rows of seats, looking expectantly at the large stage. Just like the hotel lobby, the room and the stage are decorated with colorful fantasy motive prints. There’s a large screen on the stage with a big white grand piano in front. Elves and mythical creatures flit around and show the guests to their seats. Liam is heading towards one of the front rows. I sit down between the two men and wait for what’s going to happen now. I would be quite happy for whatever it is to begin soon. Then I could relax for a while. My day with Marcus was terribly exciting, but also a little exhausting.
I’m still all flustered by the parachute jump experience and the explosive sex.
“How was your day?” Liam asks and amicably puts his arm around my shoulders.
“Well, where shall I start?” I frown in contemplation. “First I beat your friend here at badminton and he revenged himself by pushing me out of a plane. After barely surviving the attack, he tried to make up by giving me his body. Unfortunately he didn’t perform very well!”
“You bitch!” Marcus hisses and lightly pinches my thigh. “Looks like I was still far too nice too you!”