It always came back to Marcus. No matter what I was doing, I still thought about him a lot. Even when I was with Justin. Talk about betrayal. It didn’t mean I cared any less about Justin, just that I still cared about Marcus. I justified it because Marcus was my best friend, that made it okay, right? I didn’t know what to think anymore.
I couldn’t call Marcus now. I needed to keep my distance. I was beginning to think that was for the better. If I wasn’t around Marcus, I couldn’t keep those feelings, right? Then I would be free to be with Justin completely with no other complications.
That’s what I needed.
“Earth to Hannah.” I blinked and looked up at Erica waving a cake batter covered spoon in front of my face.
“Hmm?”
“You were spacing out there. You okay?” I nodded and got my own bowl out to start mixing cake batter with her.
“Yeah, I was just thinking about everything.”
“What are you gonna do?” I sighed and looked over at her where she was waiting for my answer.
“Exactly what I’ve been doing. Minus the moping.”
i took a deep, relaxing breath as I rested my head on the back of the tub. This was the first time I’d ever taken a bath in my own bathtub. If you’d told me earlier that this was where I’d be, I would have laughed. Baths really weren’t my thing. Amy was changing that though.
She was in front of me, relaxing back against my chest. Her hair was up in a messy bun to keep it from getting too wet. The bubbles she insisted on were obscuring my view of her perfect body, but I didn’t mind so much. It left something to the imagination.
At this moment, I was really glad I’d opted for the Jacuzzi tub.
I grinned, thinking about that first night she stayed over. Our first game of cat and mouse, if you will. She had provoked me, saying I had to catch her and I did. There was no doubt that I would. We may have only been a couple of weeks in, but I knew Amy well enough to know that she only got caught because she wanted to get caught.
She ran back to the spare bedroom and I casually walked to find her. My house wasn’t that big, there were only so many places she could be. I pushed the bedroom door open and took a second to look around. She was either in the bathroom or the closet. There wasn’t enough room for her under the bed. I chose the bathroom, since it was the bigger of the two.
While I’d been looking for her there, she must have snuck from the closet and out the door, making sure to shut the door completely so I’d hear it. I smirked, shaking my head as I left the bathroom and walked back into the hallway.
“There are only so many places to hide, Amy.” I smirked when I heard her giggling from my room across the hall. That was only because she wanted me to hear her.
I never understood how men honestly thought they controlled anything when it came to women. In my experience, while I felt powerful and somewhat dominant at times, especially in the bedroom, the woman always called the shots. Whether it was obvious or subtle, as it was in most cases, it was always the woman. Amy was no exception to that.
I walked into my room and shut the door behind me, locking it, hoping to make it a little more difficult for her to get away this time. I scanned the room and my smirk widened. Clothes were tossed here and there on my floor and my bed. Amy’s clothes. She was very much enjoying this game she was playing. As was I.
“I apologize for the mess,” I said as I walked toward the bathroom before making a split decision to go to the closet. “Apparently my house guest doesn’t know how to clean up after herself.” I heard her giggle again, this time from the bathroom, but decided to humor her and continue to the closet.
I opened the closet door and stepped inside, not bothering to really look around. I knew she wasn’t in here. “Amy?” I heard the bedroom door rattle, her attempt to open the door before realizing it was locked. “Are you stuck?”
I turned and walked out of the closet and snorted. The bedroom door was open. She had gotten away again. I walked over to the bedroom door and was just about to step out when I heard more giggling behind me. I turned around and the breath was knocked out of me.
Amy stood in the bathroom doorway, in nothing but her underwear. Bright yellow and lacey, it went perfectly with her tan skin. She was absolutely beautiful and the grin she was wearing made her look incredibly sexy as she stared at me.
“I win,” she whispered just loud enough for me to hear and I walked slowly toward her.
“Because I let you.” I smirked and wrapped my arms around her waist when I reached her. I pulled her against me, being sure to press my erection into her belly, the gasp that left her lips only making me want to do it again.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” she said a little breathlessly before reaching up to press her lips against mine.
I held her to me, licking at her lips to deepen the kiss. She eagerly sucked my tongue in her mouth, moaning softly as I gently pressed my hips into hers. I smirked against her lips, sliding my hands to her ass and effortlessly lifting her, wrapping her legs around my waist. I walked her over to the bed and laid her down gently, keeping my position on top of her. She pushed at my chest and I reluctantly pushed away, looking down into her eyes, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, praying she said no. I would have stopped without question if she told me to, but that didn’t mean I’d want to necessarily.
“No.” She shook her head, running her hands under my shirt for a moment before pulling at the hem. I obliged by lifting myself enough to take it off; her hands remained on my chest. “Just…go slow. Please.”
I almost stopped right there. All the things she’d told me about her ex, and the things she didn’t have to tell me, things I’d figured out for myself from how she spoke of him, came to my mind. What had that asshole done to her to make her this cautious?
“Amy, we don’t have to do this.” I brought my hand up to gently caress her face. I wanted her to know I cared about her, not just for sex.
“I know.” She grabbed my hand in both of hers and slowly trailed them down in between our bodies. I had to hold back a groan when she stopped between her legs. She placed my palm directly on her and I could feel how wet she was through her thin panties. “But I want to.” I didn’t need to be told twice.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her neck, just below her ear, whispering in between kisses.
“Just say the word, and I’ll stop.” I could feel her nod and I took that as my green light.
I slid my hand into her panties, lifting my head to watch her reaction when I made contact with her moist flesh. She gasped as I parted her lips, gathering her moisture before applying pressure to her swollen clit. I was rewarded with her moaning as she bit her lip. I couldn’t help myself.
I leaned forward and sucked her lip from between her teeth as I entered her with one finger, nice and slow at first. I swallowed her moan, enjoying the feel of her body arching against mine, of her muscles contracting around my finger. She was so tight; had it been my cock, I’d have been done for already.
I added another, picking up speed, lifting my weight off her just enough to let her squirm. I moved my lips from hers, back down her neck and then to her collarbone, fighting everything in me not to mark her there. Her hips were grinding against my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her.
“Marcus…”she breathed out, making me smirk against her skin.
“Yes, princess?” I didn’t wait for her reply.
I added a third finger and pressed my thumb against her clit, causing her to buck underneath me. I applied a little more pressure to her clit as I worked my fingers even faster and a little harder in and out of her. Her hands were on my shoulders and her nails dug into my skin.
“Oh, God.” She didn’t get out much else.
Her muscles clenched around my fingers and she arched her back, pressing harder up against me with her orgasm. I could have got off right there as she cried out my name. I br
ought my lips back to hers and kissed her as I slowed down my movements between her legs, letting her ride out her orgasm.
When her body stilled, all but her heavy breathing, I removed my hand from between her legs, fighting the urge to suck them clean of her juices. She gazed up at me and let out a breathless laugh.
“You okay?” I asked as I chuckled lightly with her. She nodded, running her hands down my chest, fighting to undo my jeans with a smirk.
“Your turn,” she said seductively before pushing me over to my back and straddling my hips.
Amy’s giggle brought me back to the present.
“What are you thinking about?” Amy asked as she twisted her neck to where she could look at me, pulling me from my thoughts.
“You,” I answered honestly and she smiled, turning around and accepting my answer.
“I was hoping so,” she said. I chuckled and kissed the top of her head.
“Why’s that?” I asked, letting my hands run over her stomach.
“Because…” She trailed off and started wiggling a little, letting me know she could feel my hard cock pressing into her lower back. I chuckled again. “What exactly were you thinking of?”
I continued trailing my fingers along her stomach, pulling her earlobe between my teeth, rewarding myself with the sound of her gasping in surprise.
“Do you really want to know?” I asked directly in her ear and she nodded.
Instead of answering with my words right away, I let my hand fall a little lower over her freshly waxed pussy, cupping her in my hand. She already ground her hips upward, making me laugh lightly in her ear.
“Eager, are we?” I asked, laughing a little louder when I heard her halfhearted scoff to my question. “I was thinking about,” I trailed a finger between her lips under water for a second before very slowly entering her, “the first time I touched you here.” I brought my finger out and then back inside to put a little emphasis to where my hand was.
“You were?” She moaned a little louder.
“Oh, yes.” I smirked against her ear, adding two more fingers inside her and wiggling them around, causing her to arch her back. “I like touching you here.” I pressed my cock a little harder against her back. “Can’t you tell?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, letting her head roll to the side on my shoulder, giving me better access to her neck, which I gladly took.
“Do you like it, princess?” I kept my movements slow and sensual, taking time to really feel her.
“Mmm.” I noticed her lip was between her teeth again and I was only sad I couldn’t watch her from above as I brought her closer to orgasm.
“What was that?” I asked as I gently bit her neck, causing her to cry out quietly. “I couldn’t hear you.”
I picked up the pace, pressing my palm against her clit as I brought her even closer to orgasm with my fingers, trying not to grind against her back as she moved on top of me. It wouldn’t take much to get me off now after getting her this worked up. It was seriously hot watching the way she came undone at my hand.
“Yes!” she cried out when she couldn’t take it anymore. She clenched hard around my fingers and arched her back, raising her breasts to give me a perfect view as she came loose.
She was completely breathless as she came back down and I removed my fingers, playfully teasing her clit, causing her to jump as I brought my hand back up to rest on her stomach.
“I could watch you all day,” I said as I kissed her neck, letting her move to get comfortable on top of me again so she could go back to relaxing.
“Are you hinting at something, Marcus Alexander?” she said as she smiled and closed her eyes.
Why did I think it was so hot for her to use my middle name like that?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was half true. I couldn’t be sure if she and I were on the same page on this or not.
“Oh, so you don’t want a show from me?” I blinked at her response, completely caught off guard.
I meant that I could watch her getting off because of me, my fingers or mouth on her pussy all the time. I hadn’t thought about her getting herself off and just watching. Well, I had. I am a guy after all, but that wasn’t what I meant right then.
“Depends. Are you going to put on a show for me?” I asked and she giggled.
“Maybe one day.” She rolled over in the tub to lie on top of me, our chests together.
Did I mention how much I loved having a large tub?
“Then don’t tease me by bringing it up now.” I raised a brow as I wrapped my arms around her waist and she smirked.
“My bad,” she said, but I knew she didn’t mean it.
Amy had taken a liking to teasing me at the most inappropriate times. Brushing her hand across the front of my jeans at work. Leaning further across the desk to give me a nice view of her cleavage, which she wasn’t one to do anyway. Pressing up against me, pretending to need to get through wherever I was standing. It was getting harder and harder to honor her request to wait to have sex because of the games she played. I knew she wanted it just as much, if not more than I did, but I would respect her wishes. Sex was just a small portion of our growing feelings for each other.
“Yeah, yeah. Now get out.” I swatted at her ass, making her squeal even though her body was still underwater. “You’re starting to prune and it’s really not that attractive.” She scoffed, making me smirk.
“Fine.”
She slowly—and deliberately—slid down my body to sit on her knees. Smirking, she took hold of my cock in her hands, slowing stroking me as I watched her from where I lay. I took a deep breath, trying not to get too worked up as she started stroking me faster. That was what she wanted, to see me lose control. I planned to, but I wasn’t giving her that satisfaction yet.
As if I had a choice.
She gripped me harder before she leaned down, planting a gentle but very sensual kiss on my swollen head. I couldn’t keep from groaning at the sensation and the sight of her on her knees for me.
Amy would win again. She knew she would.
Leaning down a little further, she took me completely in her mouth, gagging slightly when I hit the back of her throat. I was done for.
“Shit, Amy,” I groaned out as I brought my hand out of the water and cupped the back of her head, fighting the urge to grind up into her mouth.
She smirked and released me before standing and stepping carefully out of the tub, intentionally leaving me with a raging hard on. I didn’t make any moves to join her just yet. She kept smirking over at me while drying herself off with her towel, giving me a nice show. She turned her back to me and put her leg on the closed toilet seat, bending slightly to dry her leg and foot before doing the same with the other leg. When she was more or less dry, she secured the towel around her body and walked out of the bathroom without a word. I stood up and grabbed a towel of my own as I stepped out, following suit.
I wasn’t quite finished with her yet.
i arched my back as he moved inside me, running my hands up and down his chest, loving the feel of his tight muscles underneath my fingers. He reached down and brought one of my legs up and over his shoulder, angling himself to go in deeper. I moaned loudly, loving how he felt deep inside me.
“More?” he asked me, thrusting harder into me each time.
“Yes! Harder!” I moaned out breathlessly and he eagerly obliged.
I slid my hand in between our bodies and found my clit, moaning even louder as I start rubbing myself as he pounded into me. I felt so wanton, knowing he was watching as I massaged myself, bringing myself closer to orgasm. I knew he liked it when I touched myself, especially in front of him. His hand found my breast, kneading it as I started to clench around him.
“That’s it, Hannah!” he groaned and I matched it.
I loved his sex voice. The breathless, husky sound of his pleasure that was reserved just for me made me all the more eager to please him. I pressed my chest harder into his hand, ra
ising my hips to meet his every thrust. It didn’t take long before I felt myself fall over the edge.
I cried out as I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, seeing his want for me shining back at me as I climaxed around his cock, sending him over the edge as well.
“Marcus!”
I woke up panting, my heart racing as I rode out the orgasm I’d started in my sleep. My body was severely worked up, but I felt like I could throw up at the same time. This was the third night in a row I’d woken up dreaming about Marcus.
Not just dreaming. My dreams were suddenly pornographic and Marcus was the star.
My dreams were usually very dull and boring. If they were even a bit interesting, they weren’t very clear or I could never remember them. But these…I groaned—not in pleasure—at the thought. My dreams about Marcus were all so vivid, so very real.
I always woke up with my hand between my legs, which obviously made the entire sensation of my dream even more real. The crushing realization it was Marcus I was fantasizing about and not Justin was just devastating.
I’d been fantasizing about Marcus for years. Since we were in high school at least. Along with a handful of other guys since then. It wasn’t terribly unusual. But when I was now dating an amazing guy who’d do anything in the world for me, it made me feel awful. I felt like I was cheating on Justin, even though I had no control over my dreams.
Justin deserved better than that. I would hate to know if he were fantasizing about someone else at night. Well, I guess it wasn’t like I masturbated to the thoughts of Marcus. Not anymore, anyway…
I groaned and rolled out of bed, making my way to the bathroom for a cold shower. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and turned the shower on, leaving the water to warm. I sighed and step in, shivering briefly. I was used to hot showers, so this would have to do. I wasn’t about to really take a cold shower.
I just let the water run over my body for a moment before proceeding with my usual routine. Once my hair and body were both washed, I stood under the spray a little bit longer, letting my mind wander. I leaned over and pressed my forehead against the wall.
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