by Dee Stone
Shuddering from the deepest orgasm I had ever had, I gathered Mary into my arms and held her close.
Staring down into her perfect face, her eyes were closed and peaceful. I stroked her skin, painting designs with my fingers. I had this incessant need to touch her constantly.
Moving her long, hair away from her neck, I began kissing her nape making my way downward. Following the pattern I had painted on her skin with my fingers, I created the same imaginary artwork with my lips.
Mary sighed in her sleep, her legs moving restlessly, I imagined in frustration. My hands slipped around to her front, caressing her breasts, and playing with her nipples. I loved those nipples! They were so responsive to my fingers and mouth.
I laid my head on the pillow next to hers, but I couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning my head restlessly for a couple minutes, I decided to get up and watch some TV.
After a few hours I heard rustling, and a droopy-eyed Mary appeared, rubbing her eyes with balled fists.
“What time is it?” she croaked.
I tried not to smile, I really did, but it burst forth anyway.
I was happy to see a slight smile on her face as she acknowledged mine.
“Do you want something to eat or drink, Bella Mia?”
Mary cleared her throat loudly, “Water?”
Hurrying, I grabbed a cold bottle out of the fridge and brought it over to her, my hand brushing hers as I let the bottle go.
“I need a shower. I’ll be back in a few. I’m too grungy to be standing here talking to you.”
As she walked away, I noticed she was wearing the king sheet from the bed––looking adorable in it.
I nodded, having forgotten how to speak. Especially after seeing her take the top off the bottle and, throw her head back to guzzle from the bottle. To me, watching her throat work was very erotic.
She threw a knowing grin over her shoulder as she left, her toga trailing behind.
I had been listening to the hair dryer for the last half hour, impatiently waiting for her to appear.
Mary entered wearing the red dress from several hours ago. She tossed her blond hair behind her, throwing the empty plastic water bottle at me. “What time is it?”
“Oh, just after two.”
“So, what do you wanna do now? I’m wide awake. What about you?” she fluttered her eyelashes at me, smirking.
Minx. “We could go down to the hotel bar for a couple drinks, maybe dance.”
Her whole face brightened at that idea. What have I gotten myself into?
“Let me grab a quick shower and get dressed.” I gave her a quick peck and a pat on her ass as I walked away. She pretended to give me an angry pout, but there was a smile playing at the ends of her lips.
I walked out of the bedroom wearing a blue button-down shirt, tieless, and a pair of black dress pants.
I had noticed Mary didn’t have any make up on, so I had decided to dress down. For me, dress pants and a button down was dressing down. I wasn’t a jeans and t-shirt kinda guy like my younger brother, Dillon.
When I walked in, Mary was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, one over the other, with the upper leg bouncing. Her head turned as she heard the door open, her smile of greeting a bright ray of sunshine.
I quickly made my way to her, putting my hand on the back of her upper thigh and slowly raised my hand to the apex of her thighs. I was shocked, no panties. I looked down at her face, seeing a self-satisfied smirk. She turned, walking out the door with a swish of her skirt.
Feeling like a dog following its mistress, I slipped the room card in my wallet and left the room after her. By the time I caught up with her, she was already at the elevator, arms crossed, tapping her foot. So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? I can play this game, too.
Entering the elevator, I stood behind her. As the elevator slowly made it’s way down, my hand began traveling up the back of her thigh, between her legs. We stood facing the door with our backs to the wall, our fronts to the camera. I wanted to see how far she would let me take this.
My hand was on her inner thigh as I continued to slide upward until I was touching the slickness of her pussy. She was wet with anticipation. Slipping my finger along her slit until I reached her entrance, my finger dipped and swirled inside of her.
I heard a gasp. She thrust her hips slightly as my finger exited, flicking her clit. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to do this because I was becoming more excited with each passing moment.
Mary tried rubbing her legs together, but my hand’s presence stopped her. Nope, not happening.
As the door dinged, I removed my hand, slipping my fingers into my mouth, tasting her juices. Nonchalantly putting her hand to her backside, she carefully smoothed down the back of her skirt.
As the doors opened, I allowed Mary to step out, gently placing my hand at the small of her back, leading her into the hotel bar area.
Mary motioned for us to sit at a booth and I raised my eyebrows in question. For the sake of curiosity, I followed her lead to see where she was going with this.
Mary sat, motioning for me to sit across from her. Again, with the motioning.
After we sat down a waitress came to take our orders, but Mary didn’t know what to get, so I ordered for her. After the waitress checked her ID, she was off to get our drinks.
It was strange, Mary seemed a little nervous, like she was hiding something. But what? Shrugging it off, I thought, whatever, it is, it can’t be that bad, can it?
It didn’t help ease my mind she sat there just tearing her napkin into tiny pieces, while her glass of water sat in front of her.
I grabbed her hand, gently lacing our fingers together. Raising our hands, I kissed the top of her hand, mentally encouraging her to raise her eyes to mine.
Noticing the small dance floor in the middle of the bar’s floor, I could see there was a couple bopping away to the fast- paced music. The music was a little young for me, but if it would help to calm a nervous Mary, I would try it. Grabbing her small hand in mine, and smiling into her startled face, I pulled her toward the floor just as a slow song began.
9
MARY
I felt guilty for lying about when my birthday was, so I sat quietly the rest of the time we were at the bar. I could tell Markus sensed something was wrong, and he had a great idea with dancing, but tonight, my heart just wasn’t in it. I tried with everything in me I tried to enjoy the three slow songs that happened to play, but nothing was working.
Being gathered in his warm arms, I could feel his heart beating faster being so close to me. As we swayed to the first song I tried to think of something to say, but I came up blank.
Swaying was the only way I could dance. I was laughable at it. My father had sent us to classes, but I was horrible. I was asked to leave, even though they lost lots of money because of it. Talia was great, she could dance ballet, salsa you name it, she could dance it. I’m not jealous. Nope, not a chance.
As I tried to enjoy the man I had my arms wrapped around, his warmth, his cheek pressed against the top of my head, I felt his hand stroke my long hair, down my back, pressing my hips against his erection. Now that got my attention.
I rubbed my face against his shirt, smelling the fresh scent of his laundry soap. All I could think was, At least the drinks were great, fruity, but great. I didn’t taste any alcohol like I did before.
I finally got Markus to sit back down and get some appetizers to eat so we didn’t only have alcohol in our systems. I was beginning to think he had watered mine down. I had had four fruity drinks before he stopped me. Wuss. But boy were those drinks good!
I wobbled along beside Markus laughing at every funny thing he said, even ones that I didn’t understand, and there were many. All the appetizers must have been what made me light-headed, not the drinks that didn’t have enough alcohol, I thought to myself.
Instantly, he picked me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing. Wow! Strong man.
When I
looked at him, he wasn’t smiling with me. Instead, his lips were straight and tight.
“Whassss wwrrrong?” I slurred
He gazed down at me with a guilty expression on his face. Guilty? Why would he feel guilty?
“I shouldn’t have let you have so many drinks. I knew they were way too strong.” Markus shook his head at himself in disgust.
“Ston…strong? They wert strong,” I said, shaking my head. What is wrong with my voice? Why am I struggling so hard to think or get words out? Maybe I am drunk after all.
I laid my head back, my cheek against his shoulder, and sighed. I’m tired.
With me in his arms, he carefully carried me back to the elevator, where we headed back up to his room. With a swipe of the keycard, he entered with me still in his arms.
He laid me on his bed, and after moving the comforter and sheet aside, began removing my clothes for me. He left my bra on, but since I wasn’t wearing panties, well…I was like his doll. I couldn’t even move.
Just as Markus began to cover me up, I recovered enough use of my limbs to raise my arm to stop him.
“Bella, I’ve got to cover you up. I don’t want to take advantage of you in this state.” His voice was gruff in his desire for me, strained with want It gave me power. I was powerful in my drunkenness.
“But I want you to take advantage of me. I crave it.”
He looked at me, his brows furrowed in his uncertainty. I reached up with one arm and took his large hand into mine, a finger running over his knuckles and the veins. For a man that supposedly sits at a desk, his hands are surprisingly rough.
With all the strength I could muster, I pulled him down hard. The uncertainty that he once had changed swiftly to surprise as he fell on top of me, catching himself at the last moment before crushing me under his weight. I had already spread my legs to him, so when he fell, it was right where I wanted him. Yeah, baby! I got what I wanted.
Lifting my upper body, I linked my hands behind his head and pulled it down to mine for a hard, wet kiss. I was the aggressor now.
My tongue thrust between his lips and battled with his until he was stroking against me gently. I could taste the bourbon on his tongue, as I was sure he could taste my fruity cocktails.
Reaching out he fondled and massaged my full breasts. My nipples were standing at attention, stiff, waiting impatiently for their turn. Though, they didn’t have long to wait.
With ease, his fingers plucked and twisted them, making me twist and turn. My lower area was a pressure cooker, just waiting to explode.
No longer able to control myself, my hands began doing some exploring of their own. Well, well, looks like I found something large to play with. And play and fondle I did.
My thumb stroked along the top of his cock, finding his slit dripping with precum. Mouth-watering at the idea, I pushed him back until I was sitting atop of him. Sliding down until I was at eye level with his cock, my hand gripped the base, as my mouth engulfed the tip, tongue swirling all around, not knowing where to stop. Teasingly, I licked his slit, savoring the taste of the cum that had emerged.
Markus’s hands gently fisted in my hair, and I could tell he was trying to gently encourage me onward. I had never deep throated before, and honestly I didn’t know if I could without choking.
Taking him as deep as I could, his hands continued to hold the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding with both hands spanning my head to my cheeks. If I couldn’t do it, I knew he would immediately let go.
Lifting a hand to his balls, I gently rolled them as my other hand held his dick. My tongue swirled around the head before taking more of his shaft my head bobbing faster.
“Enough.” His voice was harsh.
As my head bobbed, my eyes traveled past the dick I was sucking, past his luscious abs, all the way to his intense eyes.
My lips curled into a sinful smile.
Popping my mouth off, I gave his cock one more lick before licking my lips for one final taste of him.
As Markus lightly ran his hands down my neck to my arms, and down my sides to settle on my hips, I laid down my hands, hungrily reaching for more cock. My virginity gone, I was hooked.
Eluding my grasping hands with an evil chuckle, he reached for me, grabbing my wrists in one large hand, easily shackling me.
Stretching my arms above my head, his other hand had free roam, allowing him to fondle one breast, while his mouth licked and sucked on the other. Fitting as much of my breast in his mouth as he could, his tongue lashed and tickled my nipple.
Now it was my turn to be tortured. My body moved this way and that, my legs pressing together, trying to relieve itself.
Leaving my breast, his hand travelled down my ribs, past my stomach, to my clit. Markus played and rubbed my clit like a pro, until I was screaming and panting, begging for more.
Drawing pity on me, he took his cock in hand, rubbing the head in my juices before waiting at my entrance.
What the heck was he waiting for? I wiggled my hips at him, trying to ease the building pressure. Grabbing my hip, he held me still. Markus leaned in, giving me a sweet peck on the lips before crashing hungrily down to mine.
With a quick wink, he thrust inside me; hard. Again and again. As he plundered my pussy, I could feel the pressure building inside of me with each stroke of his cock.
We finally found a rhythm together, my hips naturally figuring out what to do. I watched in fascination as his hips curled in, then out, then in again. The way his dick disappeared inside of me, the sight alone had me coming undone at the seams. My throat tightened, and only a strangled sob escaped as my orgasm wracked my body.
As if on cue, he stiffened, his eyes closed, head thrown back, and I could feel him release his essence inside of me.
Collapsing on top of me, he buried his face in the pillow. I turned my head to see his hand playing with my hair, unconsciously curling a thick strand around his fingers. To me, that was one of the sexiest things he could possibly do.
Turning to look me in the eyes, his hand gently walked along my stomach. My stomach lurched with an emotion I couldn’t quite contemplate in response to the gentle caresses.
“Grazie, Bella Mia,” he rumbled, his eyes remaining fixated on mine. I was so mesmerized I couldn’t look away.
“For what?” I whispered.
“Your first time, your virginity. I will treasure the memory always.” I blushed at what he was saying, turning away in embarrassment. Why would anyone treasure my virginity? I had wanted to get it over with for years. I was relieved.
His hand continued it’s journey, tracing patterns on my bare hip as I sighed, placing my hand on his pecs. My hand slid down to his ridged abs, amazement painting my face. I can’t believe how hard and tight his muscles are at forty-five.
“Do you work out a lot?” I asked, my hand still rubbing along his abs and muscles, which jumped at my light touch.
“Every day,” he grunted, his hand stilling mine.
“I don’t. I can’t stand it.”
“Well, I know some horizontal exercises we can do every day,” he said, his hand pressing into my ribs and the side of my breast. Markus leaned down to give me a light kiss, smoothing his lips over mine sweetly.
When the kiss was over, I groaned and put an arm over my eyes. “Not the response I was looking for after a kiss,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at me.
I giggled and pointed at the sky, which was just a beginning to show signs of rose and grey through the darkness of the early morning sky. “I don’t do well on no sleep,” I replied.
“Well lay down, Bella. Hide those gorgeous blue eyes from me for a while and sleep.” Markus said, laying his head on the pillow, closing his eyes, and pretending to let out loud, obnoxious snores.
I giggled again at his silliness and laid my head next to his, facing him so I could watch him before I slept. Just as my eyes began to close there was a loud banging on the front door. It sounded like someone was going to burst it in.
> Markus jumped up, running naked to the front door, a golf club he had grabbed leaning against the wall, on the way in his hand. He looked behind him for a moment to see me wrapped in the top sheet from the bed, peering around the side of the door.
Frowning, he shook his head at me, which I of course ignored. With a loud, put upon sigh, he turned his attention back toward the door being banged on. Flicking the locks, he threw the door open at the same time he raised the golf club to brain whoever was trying to get in. As soon as the door opened my father threw a punch at Markus, as if he knew he would be the one to open it. Reacting quickly, Markus dodged the fist and threw one of his own, knocking my father off his feet.
Seeing the scene play out before me, I screamed, running forward I forgot about the sheet and fell, crashing to the floor.
10
MARKUS
A sudden gasp made me turn quickly, forgetting about Paul. What I saw almost made me scream. Mary was falling toward the ground, about to hit the coffee table. I didn’t think I had ever moved so quickly.
My hands and arms went out as I fell forward, trying to catch her before she was killed. Now I knew what the saying, “heart in my throat” meant. Catching her head before it hit the corner of the table, Mary’s body fell on the hardwood floor with a jarring slam, but at least her head was safe.
Paul tried to grab her out of my arms, but I fought him off.
“Mary!” I screamed, terror in my voice. I heard the tremble but there was nothing I could do about it.
A moan was my only answer as I cradled her head in my hands waiting. Finally, an arm moved, followed by another moan.