Marked

by Snow, Jenika

  I sure as hell did.

  We both headed downstairs to the salad bar, loaded up our plates, and once back at the table, we small-talked for the next ten minutes. He was easygoing, and talking with him felt natural. I loved that it wasn’t forced, that he could make me smile so effortlessly.

  And then the food started coming around. Young men dressed in white button-down tops and black slacks held these trays with skewered meat on them, a sharp-ass knife poised carefully in their grasp as they went from table to table. When they got to us, I picked up the little tongs beside my plate and watched as he cut off a chunk of meat. I grabbed the edge with the tongs and put the meat on my plate. Everything smelled so delicious.

  The guys carrying the slabs of meat just kept coming one after another, and soon I found my plate filled with different types.

  Parmesan-crusted filet mignon.

  Cheese-filled prime rib.

  Spicy barbeque chicken legs.

  The list went on and on, and I found myself really enjoying this time with Tommy, listening to him talk about what he did and how he was in the city just to relax and let off steam.

  Then came the brown-sugar-glazed pineapple rings, followed by the sweet, deep-fried bananas.

  I nearly had an orgasm at the latter.

  I stared at Tommy, looked at how his forearms flexed, and wasn’t surprised he was in construction. A man with his build worked with his hands. His muscular form proved that.

  “So,” I said after I’d taken a drink from my wine glass. He pushed his plate aside and flipped his little coaster card over to the No side. “I’m curious about why you came out of the hotel room if it was your buddy and his date getting it on loud enough we could hear.” The wine was starting to get to me, because I couldn’t normally have been so bold with my questions.

  He smirked and shook his head. “I’m sorry you had to hear that. Mike is a good guy, but his choice of celibacy, or lack thereof, has always been in question.”

  I didn’t know what that meant, but I had a feeling maybe he was implying he was celibate? But damn, a man like him not being with women almost seemed like fiction.

  “I came to his room that morning to see if he wanted to go to the gym with me. He had other plans, so I left, and that’s when you and I ran into each other.” His smile was slow as it worked across his mouth. “Can’t say I’m mad about that though, even if you did think I was dirty bastard.”

  I felt my cheeks heat and prayed it was dark enough in the restaurant that he couldn’t see.

  I cleared my throat and lifted my wine glass, finishing off the second one.

  “Do you want another one?” Tommy asked but didn’t say it condescendingly, genuinely wanting to know if I needed a refill.

  And I sure as hell did. Because I felt these things for him, emotions and sensations that were very unusual for me. I wanted to explore them. I wanted to see where they led. And liquid courage would help with that.

  So when I nodded and he waved down the waiter, ordering himself another beer and me another glass of red wine, I let him take the lead. In fact, it turned me on to know that he took control. My life was very organized, so to speak. I didn’t like circumstantial situations, didn’t believe in chance or fate. At least, I hadn’t until meeting Tommy. The way I felt for him at the club then running into him as he walked out of the hotel room that had been right next to mine—that couldn’t have just been by accident, right?

  The waiter set another wine glass in front of me, and I took a long drink, savoring the flavor. I knew I wouldn’t end this night with a kiss on the cheek and a sweet goodbye.

  “Tell me about yourself, Izzy.” He leaned forward and rested for his forearms on the table.

  I couldn’t help but look at how manly he was, how small he made the chair and table seem by his sheer presence. And I certainly didn’t miss the way some of the women in the restaurant couldn’t take their eyes off him.

  I couldn’t blame them.

  But he was here with me, and that gave me this feeling of power. I started telling him little bits of information about myself, how I was an only child, that my parents lived in Florida. I told him Nadine and I had flown up from Ohio for a girls’ weekend and because she was trying to get over her cheating ex. I’d been shocked to find out he was also from Ohio, only an hour from where I lived.

  What were the odds?

  Maybe he was onto something about this whole fate and destiny thing.

  I ended up telling him all kinds of things, how I was an introvert, how I had my Master’s and was a librarian at my local library. And he listened to me the whole time, never interrupting, never taking his focus off me. And I could see on his face that he was genuinely interested in everything I said.

  I was falling further into this feeling that sometimes you met people for a reason. I was starting to realize I’d met Tommy for a reason.

  After he paid the bill and we left, I adjusted my jacket once we were outside. “Thank you for dinner,” I said, but I really wanted to tell him I didn’t want the night to end.

  Despite it being nearly April, the weather in Toronto was still chilly, especially with the wind. I’d taken a cab to the restaurant, even if I could’ve easily walked from the hotel to here. But I didn’t know the city well enough, and I sure as hell didn’t want to walk alone, especially at night.

  “I had a really great time too.”

  He took a step toward me, and even though people walked by on either side of us, I felt like it was just us. I found myself wishing I had the courage to rise up on my toes and kiss him, but I wanted him to make the first move. I wanted him to take that control and make me wholly feminine.

  “I don’t want this night to end,” he said in a husky, sexually-laced voice.

  My heart thundered, and despite the fact that I knew I should take things slow… I didn’t want to. I wanted to be with Tommy. I wanted to feel him, to see if he was just as potent in the bedroom as he was on the dance floor.

  God, I wanted that. And so I took a step toward him, our body heat mingling, everything in me coming alive. “Then take me back to your hotel room.”

  Chapter Nine

  Izzy

  I’d sent a text to Nadine on the trip back to the hotel, telling her everything that was happening, letting her know exactly what was going to happen. All she’d sent back was a surprised emoji face and told me to “get it, girl.”

  And as uncharacteristic as this was for me, the fact that I’d never in my life done this, gone home with a guy, a virtual stranger, here I was, following Tommy to his hotel room. I was thankful it wasn’t the room right next to ours, but on a totally different floor. The last thing I wanted was for Nadine to hear anything.

  Once in the hotel room, I stepped inside, hearing the door shut. I turned around and saw him standing there, his big body seeming to dwarf the door behind him. My body heated, my pussy becoming wet, my nipples hard.

  He didn’t say anything for long seconds, but then he took a step toward me. I felt my heart race at the sight of him coming closer, stalking me.

  “You’re breathing so fucking hard, Izzy.”

  The way he spoke was gruff, as if he were trying to keep himself calm, feigning like he had his shit together. But I wanted him to be just like me, uncontrollable, letting our desire lead the way.

  “Izzy,” he groaned.

  The way he said my name, all low and deep, had my entire body tightening, had my skin tingling, and had this need to just throw caution to the wind tenfold and be with him. That pleasure overrode common sense. I might be buzzed from the three glasses of wine, but I wasn’t drunk enough not to understand what I wanted. My inhibitions were just more relaxed, and it felt freeing to just let my need take control.

  He took another step closer to me. “Why are you breathing so hard?” His voice was so deep.

  I looked at his hands. They were so big, so strong. His entire body was like that, like steel and granite. And the white dress shirt he wore, s
tretched over his broad shoulders and tight around his bulging biceps, had the feminine part of me sighing in appreciation.

  “Because of how I feel,” I blurted out.

  He made this low, deep sound in the back of his throat. “Come here.”

  The way he commanded me with just a few words had my body coming alive at a rapid pace. And before I knew what I was doing, I stood right in front of him. I clenched my hands into tight fists at my sides and clenched my jaw, telling myself to keep cool, that I didn’t want to ruin this because of my nerves.

  “You’re nervous,” he said without question.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “I am too.”

  I was surprised by his admission.

  “Really?”

  He nodded slowly, his focus so intense I felt it everywhere. “Because it’s been a very long time since I was with a woman, Izzy.”

  I swallowed at the truth I heard in his tone.

  “And because I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever.”

  His towering height made me feel so petite. For a second, we held each other’s gaze, and then Tommy lifted his hand and took a piece of my hair between his thumb and forefinger, looking at the lock, his expression softening. I felt a fresh gush of wetness leave my pussy. My panties were so wet.

  “It’s been a long time since you were with a woman?” I don’t know why I repeated that, but the words left me before I could stop them.

  He nodded. “So fucking long. Years, Izzy.”

  “Me too. I’ve only been with one man, and it was years ago.” I didn’t mean to tell him that, but here we were, the truth aired out between us.

  He made this deep groan right before he slipped his hand behind my head, tangled his fingers in my hair, and pulled me close to him. I slammed into his hard, defined chest, braced myself against him with my hands on his pectoral muscles, and told myself to breathe.

  Tommy looked at my lips for so long, that I found myself running my tongue over the bottom one, hoping the subtle act would urge him to kiss me.

  Because I wanted that so badly.

  “Izzy,” he groaned my name.

  “Yeah, Tommy?” I prompted just as softly.

  “I want to kiss you so fucking badly right now.”

  I felt a flush steal over me. I was tired of waiting, and so I rose on my toes, curled my fingertips into his pecs, and placed my mouth on his, taking control of the situation for a small moment in time.

  Chapter Ten

  Izzy

  It was only a millisecond of me taking control that Tommy had it back. It was like something snapped in him as he tightened his hand in my hair until the pain mixed with pleasure. He moved us backward while devouring my mouth now, and I felt the wall stop our movements. Tommy kissed me hard, feverishly, and it was like an animal had been unleashed inside him. But I loved it, loved he couldn’t control himself.

  “Fuck, you taste good, better than I imagined.” He had his dick pressed against my belly and ground himself against me over and over again until I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from me. Even through his pants, I felt how hard he was, how massive and huge his dick felt. My pussy clenched, as if trying to grab onto something substantial.

  “I’m going to stretch you so fucking good, Izzy.”

  Yes. God. Yes.

  “You feel how hard I am for you?”

  All I could do was nod.

  He groaned, kissed me harder, and was thrusting his cock against my belly with more fervor. “Please tell me that wine didn’t go straight to your head and you’re right here with me.”

  “I’m so here with you now.”

  “Thank fuck you said that.” He placed his hand between our bodies and started undoing his pants. “You deserve the bed, but how fucking hot is it to have you pressed up against the wall, baby?”

  It was hot and not something I was going to stop.

  “Fuck, Izzy… I don’t know if I can do sweet and soft.” The scruff along his cheeks erotically abraded my neck, the vibrations of his voice sending a shockwave of electricity to my clit.

  “I didn’t ask for soft or sweet. I only asked for you.”

  The next moments went by in a flurry of excitement and anticipating actions.

  Tommy was pushing his jeans down, and I was quickly tearing at my clothes. I wanted us both naked, wanted this fire inside me to be extinguished by this man. I needed him to tame the desire inside me.

  And then we were naked, panting, his tattooed body so hard and big, his skin golden mixed with olive. He had a sprinkling of short dark hair along the top of his chest, and muscles that seemed to go on for miles. His cock was so hard, just as thick and long as I envisioned as I’d felt against my belly as he thrust it against me. And the tip… the crown was slick with pre-cum. He stepped closer, and I felt that wetness smear on my lower belly. It felt so hot, so sexy to have it being rubbed into my skin.

  He pressed his chest fully against mine, and I rose on my toes, meeting him in the middle to kiss. I felt bold and brave as I ran my tongue over his lips. He sucked the muscle into his mouth, and I groaned. Every time he thrust his erection against me, dry-humping me, I grew wetter, my nipples becoming harder.

  “I love the way you feel, the way you taste against my tongue.”

  My nipples tingled, and my pussy clenched. I needed him inside me, wanted to feel how much he’d stretch me. There was no doubt he’d make me feel like a virgin as he tunneled all the way in.

  “Izzy, I’m so fucking hard for you,” he groaned against my lips and thrust his erection more firmly into my belly. “You see what you do to me?”

  I hummed in pleasure.

  “Touch my cock, stroke it, baby.” He moved his mouth by my ear. “I need you to touch it.”

  “Tommy,” I whispered his name, my throat so tight, my arousal burning me alive. He had his hand on my ass now, his fingers curled into my bare flesh, squeezing, adding pressure and pain to the pleasure. He used his other hand to take hold of my wrist and moved our conjoined hands between our bodies. He placed my palm right on his cock, his length like satin over steel, his flesh so hot.

  An involuntary gasp left me.

  “Touch me,” he urged. “Stroke me.”

  I started stroking his cock. Up and down, slow and steady. Tommy took a step back, just enough that when I looked down, I could see his dick in my grasp. God, he was… easily nine or ten inches.

  Oh. God.

  “God, you’re so big, Tommy.” My throat was so dry, my tongue swelling as the carnal desire to have his shaft in my mouth overrode everything else.

  “It’s all you, baby. You make it that hard.”

  I wrapped my hand around his cock more firmly, felt my pulse jump at the base of my throat, and tried to get enough oxygen into my lungs. But it was fruitless. I was too lost in the sensations. I was so turned on, so aroused for Tommy, that if he slipped his hands between my thighs, I knew I’d come for him instantly.

  Stroking him faster and adding more pressure, I could do nothing but stare at him and watch the change in his expression. He was trying to stay calm, but the hard mask of his face shifted to his pleasure. His jaw was clenched, the muscles under his scruff-covered skin flexing.

  “Yeah. That’s it.” His words were gruff, slightly broken up. “Christ, baby, that is so fucking it.” He groaned, his dark eyes flashing with fire from his arousal. Tommy moved his other hand onto my ass as well, so now both palms cupped the cheeks. He squeezed them, spreading them apart slightly. I watched as he looked down at my chest, staring at my breasts. “Look at them, Izzy. Tits so perfect they make my mouth water.”

  This twisted thought of him holding me, touching me so roughly I’d have bruises come morning, slammed into my head. But I wanted that proof I’d been here with Tommy, that he’d owned every part of me. His mouth was back on mine, and he took control of the situation like I craved. My grasp on his cock slipped as he pressed his body to mine once more.

  “I’m goin
g to fuck you so hard you won’t ever think of anyone else, Izzy.” He had me in his arms seconds later, and a startled sound left me at his strength. He lifted me off the ground easily, and instinctually, I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock nudging at my pussy, my back against the wall. I felt this high slam into me.

  I rested my head against the wall when he started licking at the column of my throat. God, that felt good.

  “How much do you want me?”

  “So much I can’t think straight, Tommy.” I felt sweat start to cover my body, those little droplets of perspiration making the room hotter, making me more inflamed.

  “Tell me, Izzy. What else do you want?” he whispered. He started thrusting against me as if he had no control over his actions. The feel of his pre-cum coating my skin was so erotic and arousing.

  Looking into his eyes, I did just that, not embarrassed, not shy about any of this. I was too aroused to care about modesty. “I want your cock in my pussy, Tommy. I want you to fuck me.” God, I’d never been so bold in saying what I wanted.

  He dipped his head and ran his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so raw you won’t be able to sit tomorrow without remembering I had my cock shoved deep in your cunt.”

  I felt my eyes widened. The thought of having his big cock inside me had my insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from my pussy. He let go of my ass with one hand and slammed his palm on the wall beside my head.

  “You need me?”

  I was realizing Tommy was a verbal kind of lover, wanting to hear all the dirty things, the affirmations that I was in this moment just like he was.

  And I loved that he wanted me to participate, to express how I felt. It pulled me out of my normal comfort zone in the best of ways.

  “I’m so ready for you.”