“Let me taste you,” he growled as he slid down and started to please me.
It was the least he could do for cumming so damn fast. Rob was an expert with his fingers and moved them diligently inside me as his tongue tasted me. With my eyes closed, I found the sweet spot and rocked my body against him in perfect timing until the orgasm released. It was a sweet orgasm, nothing too radioactive, but I definitely had a feeling that Rob would be interested in coming around again soon.
I didn’t feel like having Rob spend the night. It wasn’t anything against him; I just wanted to take a shower and sleep in without worrying about what his plans were the next day. I sweetly suggested he should get going home before Willow showed up in the morning, and he agreed.
We said our goodbyes, and Rob made his way back to his car. I sat down on the stairs just inside my doorway as I thought about our date. He really was a nice guy. If I had met him before Marcus, I would have been very excited. I did think Rob would be good to keep around, but my mind was still wrapped up in Marcus.
The problem was, I had met Marcus. The sexual fireworks that were between us were so much more than I could have ever imagined. I certainly couldn’t move on with someone else unless I found that sort of connection again.
I was about to slip out of my clothes and go upstairs to shower when there was a knock at my door.
Chapter 9
“Hey Rob, did you forget something?” I said as I opened the door.
It wasn’t Rob; instead, I was face to face with Marcus. My blood sped up, and my face flushed before I could even think straight. Why was he at my house at this crazy hour? If I hadn’t already decided Marcus was a little different, this moment sure cemented that thought in my head.
“So you went on a date?”
“Yep.”
“Alright. So he looked like a douchebag.”
“Well, you don’t know him.” I could feel myself getting angrier as we spoke. “What sort of guy knocks on his neighbor’s door to put down her date? That’s really weird, and if you don’t know someone, you really shouldn’t be making comments on who they are or what they are like.”
“I doubt you know him either.”
My pulse got faster as I could feel the anger building up inside of me. Who was he to come and talk to me about my date? He had totally ignored me for the past two weeks. It was his fault I even went on a date in the first place.
“Really? Really? You’re going to throw up an attitude when you disappeared for two weeks without so much as a phone call.”
Marcus narrowed his eyes onto me, and I felt them soften up just a touch. He pressed into my house and shut the door behind him. What the heck was this guy doing? He just welcomed himself into my home. But what was I doing? I let him come in. There was a strong energy between Marcus and I, though; it was so strong that I couldn’t resist him.
“I’m sorry. I was out of town on work.”
“Hmmm, the last time I checked, the entire country had phone service, and you even carry around a little thing in your pocket called a cellular phone.”
I was getting annoyed, and I could feel it. But for some reason, Marcus just smiled at me. It was like he was antagonizing me to get angrier. He didn’t seem put off by my agitation at all; in fact, he was getting softer and calmer the more I raised my voice.
“Yes, but when I work, I can’t have my phone with me.”
“Oh, my God. That’s a great excuse. Do all the women you bang and then leave get to hear this same pile of bullshit?”
Marcus had a full on smile now and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the anger level that I had reached. I wasn’t quite sure why I was angry, though. I really didn’t know him at all, and it wasn’t like me to get so attached to someone so quickly.
“I’m serious. No phone for two weeks. Plus, I didn’t have your number anyways, so it wouldn’t have helped me to have my phone.”
His calm demeanor should have helped to calm me down also, but it didn’t. Instead, I continued to get louder and louder as I forced him to see just how crazy a woman can be when she is jaded by a man.
I didn’t normally get so attached to a man. Hell, that was exactly why I preferred having a couple men around at one time instead of just concentrating my efforts on one man. But this particular guy had gotten under my skin with his nonchalant attitude. Even I made an effort to keep in contact with my boyfriends, and I sometimes had up to five of them at a time. If I could manage that, then Marcus could manage at least a phone call.
“Oh, so you didn’t have a phone for two weeks? How was it up there?”
“What? Up where?” he said with a puzzled look on his face.
“Up in Antarctica. I mean unless you were in the African desert for your work. Because those are the only two places I can think of that you can’t find cell service for two friggin weeks. You know Marcus you are unbelievable. If you didn’t want to keep in touch with me, why wouldn’t you just tell me I wasn’t your type? It’s fine; I mean I’m not everyone’s type, and that’s perfectly acceptable, but at least don’t be a jerk about it.”
“You are my type,” Marcus said calmly with a mischievous smile.
“Oh, my God! Seriously, how can I be your type if you disappear for two weeks? Don’t call me and then ignore me when you do get home.”
“Trust me; I didn’t ignore you.”
“I don’t even know what is going on here!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t making any sense. He says I’m his type, and he didn’t ignore me, but I certainly felt ignored. And where on earth could he work that he couldn’t talk to someone for two weeks? This guy must really think I’m stupid.
The problem I was having was he didn’t appear to be lying. I have been around plenty of people who lied to me, and there is just something about the way they look at you or don’t look at you, which makes you feel like you can’t trust them. But standing in front of Marcus and looking at how he answered my questions, he didn’t seem to be lying.
I just stood there and stared at him for a minute as I tried to figure out what the heck was going on. Marcus was clearly not going to engage in the argument I was trying to have. He continued to be calm and acted like he was telling me exactly what had happened.
“So what’s up with this guy you were kissing?” Marcus said with a smile.
“Nothing. We just went on a date.”
“Why?”
“Because adults go on dates when they are single. I like going on dates. I like having men in my life. In fact, I’m happy if I have multiple men in my life. I know, that sounds crazy, but I like my life like that.”
“Okay, I’d like to take you on a date.”
I just shook my head no. What was going on? How did we get from him ignoring me to now he was standing in my house asking me on a date?
“No.”
Marcus looked surprised at my answer. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. He seemed to be pondering what to do next.
“Yes,” he replied.
I laughed. This was like a game to him. He ignored me for two weeks, and now that he saw me kissing another guy, he was suddenly interested in me. I didn’t want to play this game anymore.
“No. I think you should leave.”
I grabbed for the door to open it, but he wouldn’t move.
“I think I should stay.”
He stayed exactly where he was with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. He seriously didn’t think that he should leave. The way he was looking at me was getting me excited. I flashed to him kissing me, and I knew I was in trouble if he didn’t go soon. I was certainly going to give into my primal desire for this guy.
“Listen here, Marcus. I had fun with you. I enjoyed our night together. I wanted to see you again, but you disappeared. I don’t have time for this kind of stuff. I have a big art exhibit next week, and I’m over this crap. Please leave.”
“That’s great. Yes, I’ll be your date to the art exhibit.” Mar
cus smiled and uncrossed his arms.
“What are you talking about?”
“I would love to be your arm candy for your show. What should I wear? Is it black tie? Or more casual?”
I didn’t know what to do. He was bat shit crazy. He actually thought I was going to go on a date with him. Why on early would I agree to go on a date with a guy that had been a total ass to me? I had more self-respect than that.
“I’m not going on a date with you!” I yelled out of exasperation.
“Damn you look sexy as fuck when you’re mad.”
“What?” I asked as I tried to register that he was actually flirting with me while I was angry. “No I don’t.”
“Oh yes, you do,” Marcus said as he moved toward me.
I stepped back one small step after another before I landed right up against the stairs. I looked up toward the top of the stairs and instantly remembered when Marcus had carried me naked up to my bedroom.
I moved away from the stairs. Marcus smiled as he seemed to be remembering the exact same thing as I was. I avoided eye contact with him and moved toward the front door.
“Come on, it’s late. Just go home, and we can talk more tomorrow,” I said as I opened the door.
Marcus grabbed the door and slammed it shut.
He then grabbed me and slammed me against the door quickly but gently. His body forcing me against him.
“I think I would like to stay,” he said with a smile. “If it’s alright with you, of course.”
My body whirled with desire for him. I didn’t want to be so attracted to him. The problem was my body was aching to feel him. I bit my lip as the desire started to build. I looked down to try and avoid eye contact, but his hand gently lifted my chin up and our eyes locked.
His lips came in fast and hard against mine, and I tried to push him away. I was still angry with him. I didn’t want to have sex with him …
… but I couldn’t stop myself. The passion and desire that filled my body needed to be released. I could be mad at him tomorrow. Tonight, I was going to fuck him.
I pressed hard against him, and he moved all the way back to the stairs. When we reached the stairs, I pushed him right back onto his ass.
As he sat on the stairs, I climbed on top of him and roughly kissed him. Our lips moved with one another, and our hands grabbed and tore at each other’s clothes. Before I knew it, my nightdress was hiked up to my waist, and my panties were on the ground.
Marcus grabbed me and stood up, pressing my body against the wall and holding me there. He unzipped his pants and quickly guided his cock inside of me. As he thrust into me, my body shook the wall and the pictures that went up the stairway.
Our lips stayed locked, and I could feel the anger leaving my body with each of his thrusts. Harder and harder, he banged my body up against the wall. I should have said no, but I liked it. I enjoyed feeling his primal thrusts and wanted more and more of it. I wanted to feel him inside me for hours on end.
My arms stayed wrapped around him as I held on tightly.
“Fuck me, oh God, yes.” I heard myself say as I closed my eyes in pleasure.
“Cum for me baby. Cum hard.”
His voice was like a commander telling me what had to be done. I listened.
My body started to tense up, and I could feel the rush of excitement filling up every fiber of me. I tried to press against him; I wanted to slow his thrust because the intensity was so much for me. But his thrusts kept coming, and my whole body let loose with excitement.
I felt the tightening in my abdomen, but Marcus kept thrusting. I loved the way he had total control over me at that moment. I’d worked hard to keep men at a distance and keep control, but at that moment, I let him take me.
“Oh, no, no, no …” I tried to get him to stop before I orgasmed so hard I wasn’t sure I could control myself.
“I’m not done fucking you yet,” he said definitively.
He brought me over to the couch and placed me on the side. He laid me over the edge, and my back fell down onto the couch. With both hands on my hips, he flipped me over so my ass was in the air, and he entered me from behind.
“Okay then.” I laughed as I teased him with my ass.
His thrusts were slow at first, and I enjoyed the softness. But then he reached down and grabbed my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other.
The pulse of his cock inside me hit my g-spot just right, and I felt a pleasure like I had not felt in years. Even the sex we’d had two weeks ago did not give me the pleasure that this one position was giving me.
I pressed my body back against him and urged him to go deeper and deeper. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.
Marcus leaned down and let his lips touch my back, and I could feel his breath. It was heavy and full of lust. His body heaved with each thrust, and his arms shook as he used every last ounce of energy he had.
The ecstasy was close to finishing, and I could feel my body tensing up again. My legs got wobbly, and I used the couch for support. But soon even the couch couldn’t support me as my legs gave out and an orgasm took over. At the same time, Marcus let out his final thrust and a moan of delight when his body felt the sweet release.
Before either of us collapsed onto the ground, we crawled our way onto the couch and curled up. His arms kept me warm as we drifted off to sleep. My mind was exhausted, my body equally as tired. I wanted to stay mad at Marcus, but at that moment, there was no energy left for anger.
Chapter 10
As morning arrived, I woke up, and Marcus was still there. He was lying behind me with his arms still wrapped around me. I felt a huge sense of relief as I realized he had actually stayed all night long this time. The power imbalance between him and I still felt like it was there, though. I wasn’t in charge like I was used to; instead, I felt Marcus was in charge.
“So should I write my number down for you this time?” I joked.
He just squeezed me tight and stayed sleeping. I was pretty sure Stanley was going to be stopping by my house that morning, and there was some anxiety about how an introduction between him and Marcus would go. I had alluded to my past life only slightly, but I still had to explain things to Marcus. As much as I wanted to stay awake and worry about Stanley coming over, I couldn’t help falling back asleep with him. It was comfortable being in his arms. It felt like home. That feeling when something just fits perfectly, and you don’t have to worry about it, that’s what it felt like to be in Marcus’s arms.
We slept in until about noon and loved every minute of it. Neither of us was the type of person to normally sleep in like that, but it felt good.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said with a smile. “Would you like to join me?”
It wasn’t really a question, and I didn’t wait for the response. I walked naked up the stairs and moved deliberately slow, letting my ass move from side to side with each step I took.
His eyes burned hot on me as I walked away, and I knew with certainty that he would be joining me in the shower. His desire was palpable through the air, and I felt him moving only a few short steps behind me as I got to the top step.
When I turned the water on in the shower, he was already right behind me.
Sex in the shower had never really been my thing. It seemed dangerous to me, too much slippery water and too little room to move around. I strategically avoided letting things get out of control, and instead, just enjoyed having him close to me.
He poured soap into his hands and rubbed them together. They lathered up, and Marcus brought the suds over to my body. As I washed my hair, his hands started to massage my breasts and move down my body. Soon he had one hand rubbing on my pussy, and I opened my eyes. His lips moved in quickly, and I tried to avoid them by turning my head.
I should have known better than to try and avoid his advances. Within moments, I was wrapped up in his soapy arms and kissing him. His body reacted to mine, and I could feel his hard cock pressed up against me.
/> I finished rinsing my hair and tried to rinse off the soap from my body. Marcus made it nearly impossible to get myself clean with his hands grabbing me all over the place and his lips kissing me.
Finally, I finished washing off and made my way out of the shower. Slowly I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I stood at the door to the bathroom.
“Let’s go, cowboy, I want to go for a ride.”
Marcus peeked his head out from the shower, and I opened my towel to flash him my naked body. Then I quickly made my way to the bed and got under the warm covers.
I waited for him to come from the shower after I heard it turn off.
I waited and waited and waited, but he didn’t seem to be coming. I pulled the covers off and was about to get out of bed when Marcus pounced on me from beside the bed.
“Shit!” I screamed. “How the hell did you get out here?”
He didn’t wait for me to respond and instead fell onto the bed and pulled me down on top of him. I was laughing so hard from the surprise, and Marcus was absolutely magnificent as he grabbed me and flipped me on top of him when he fell back onto the bed.
“I believe there is a cowgirl around here who wanted to go for a ride.”
“Mmmm, yes there is.”
I looked down at his cock, and it was raging hard again. I needed to feel myself on top of him. Just as I was about to slide onto him and give him a good cowgirl show, his phone rang from downstairs. It was a distinct musical tone that sounded a little like something from the military.
Marcus jumped up and flipped me over onto the bed. He seemed to be in a huge hurry and darted down the stairs totally naked. I went down after him to see what the big deal was. Even if it was an important call, was it really so important that he couldn’t call them back?
I got to the bottom of the stairs and tried to listen in on what he was saying, but he moved into the bathroom and shut the door.
I could have continued to try and listen to his call, but instead decided to go to the kitchen and make some breakfast. My mind was racing, though, thinking about who he was talking to that was so important he was willing to give up on some sex for. It seemed odd, but then again, nothing about the situation with Marcus seemed normal.
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