For the Warmth (A Beyond Blood Short) (MFM Romance)

by Nora Flite

  “Don't ignore him on my behalf,” I whispered, nipping the edge of her ear. Her whimper had me smirking, the flush of power swelling my cock. I rubbed it against her, pressed it between us. It seared us both, left a shiny smear of precome on her caramel flesh.

  Licking her lips, she bowed her head and leaned into me. My palms came around, gingerly stroking the outside of her breasts. Her nipples were stiff when I finally brushed them; a single, light touch that left her wanting more.

  Kite's sudden growl told me he'd felt her tremble. “Fuck, you're tight as hell, Marina. God.” He drove into her, rocking all of us in the booth.

  “It's not my fault,” she said, grinding harder. Her ass bounced against my cock, eliciting a small grunt from me.

  I made a path down her ribs, enjoying every indent, every curve, and especially how my hands fit just right on her waist. Holding her, I nuzzled the sensitive skin under her ear. “So,” I chuckled, low and full of sin, “Does that make it my fault?”

  Saying nothing, she put her hands up, coiling fingers in my hair. I let her hold me, swaying against her spine in time with Kite's thrusts. I grazed her bellybutton, felt the knob of her hip. When I came close to her clit, she held her breath.

  My smile imprinted on her temple. “Would you like me to go further?”

  Sweat ran between her breasts, as fragile as her tone. “Dammit, yes, you know I do.”

  “True,” I agreed, tracing the groove the elastic of her panties has left just above her pussy. “But I want to hear you say it.”

  I felt her flushing, the warmth pushing through her skin and into mine. Tightening her plush lips, she bent towards me on her next thrust onto Kite. I moved away, laughing at her hiss of frustration.

  My laughter ended when she dropped her arms, reaching behind and between us to stroke my cock. That time, she was the one who chuckled. “You're ready to burst,” she said, so soft that Kite's groans almost muffled her.

  Narrowing my eyes, I wrapped her fingers around my length. One hand bound her wrists there, the other went back to teasing just an inch from her swollen clit. “Maybe,” I admitted. “But so are you.”

  “Stop arguing,” Kite snapped, digging his palms into Marina's ass so he could increase his tempo. “I'm the one on the edge here, fucking hell!”

  Lifting an eyebrow, I tangled my lips on Marina's before she could say anything in return. I was done talking; I wanted to see her thrumming with pleasure. My fingertip glided right over her button, causing her to startle. Making lazy circles, I teased her cunt and drove her closer to the edge.

  Not to be outdone, she fisted my cock, palmed the head. Marina was on a crash-course towards orgasm, but she wanted to take me with her. I understood that quite well.

  Every time this woman came, I wanted more of it. I languished in how she lost herself, and ever since the first time I'd experienced it, it had become my obsession. I couldn't imagine a life without it.

  But I might have to, I reminded myself grimly. I know what has to be done. I know what it will take to keep Kite and me safe.

  Her death would haunt us, but if it came down to choosing her over what I'd worked so tirelessly for...

  Kite might hate me for it. Hell, I'd hate me for it, too, but it was the only option. Marina's life... our lives... it all balanced on the edge of a bullet. Who pulled the trigger was still to be decided.

  I wanted her to live.

  But how could I make that happen?

  “Jacob!” she cried out, erasing my dark thoughts. Marina vibrated, her body bending into a sharp C as her orgasm slammed into her. I was close to crumbling, but I was determined to hold off.

  While she panted and shivered, Kite grunting from how her pussy had to be choking him, I released her wrists. Licking my thumb, soaking it, I brought it between us. She was too far gone to realize what I was doing, at least at first.

  Stroking between her cheeks, I thumbed her puckered entrance. I made her asshole slick, easing it for my intrusion. My thumb was inside of her, fighting her tight walls, when she finally noticed.

  “I'm not going to last through you doing that to her,” Kite groaned, understanding my plan.

  Smirking, I swirling inside, my brain fuzzy with her sobs. “Then don't. That's up to you, not me.”

  Kite grumbled something, but it was cut off as Marina became a giant knot. “Fuck!” he hissed, tossing his head.

  Spitting into my palm, I slathered my cock from base to tip. Gripping her hip, I guided myself into her asshole. Her muscles argued, screaming that they couldn't fit all of me. I knew better.

  She was wild, ready in her lust. Bending over Kite, her hands falling on his shoulders, she exposed herself; made my penetration easier. Inch by inch, my cock spread her ass and sank deep.

  Kite helped the process, keeping her pleasure high to balance the pain. He drove into her with slower strokes, making sure not to mess me up. Neither of us wanted to injure her, and if he gave in and fucked her how he wanted, my control would be put to the test.

  Finally, with a groan that came from low in my stomach, I felt my balls brush the globes of her ass. Her head fell, moans desperate but quelled. She was biting Kite's shoulder, trying to keep herself quiet.

  Sparks swam in my vision. The dominant part of me was waking; nothing was as satisfying as knowing I owned this part of Marina. That I could claim her tight, hot ass and stretch her to the brink, all while delivering pleasure to her. She constantly amazed me.

  Speared between us, she shuddered and drooled. With a brief, shared look, my friend resumed his thrusts. We created a tempo, driving ourselves into this luscious girl and sharing her delight.

  Marina had come once, but with us battling for her attention, her pace sped up to announce a new orgasm on its way. Tossing her hair, she babbled; the noise of insanity. This was passion, this was pure ecstasy. Nothing compared to being so completely filled, and Marina wanted us to know that.

  Breathing heavily, I went dizzy with how she crushed me. My cock swelled, her pressure almost too much. Each stroke, I pulled out until just the ridge of my cock-head was inside of her. The sight was erotic, my length pulsing between her cheeks.

  “I'm so close,” she sobbed, shaking with the sensations. “I don't—I can't handle it, fuck, I don't think...” Rambling away, she was a contradiction. She claimed she couldn't take it, but all the while, she slammed her ass and pussy back onto the both of us with gusto.

  The bar was a symphony, each of us at the helm of an instrument. A song of perfection and synchronization.

  Marina's strings snapped, her voice keening as she lost control. Her muscles were a forest fire, smothering me. I closed my eyes, arched my back and snarled. This animalistic side, it wanted to be buried to the hilt so I could fill her with my come.

  The wish was granted; I couldn't hold back any longer. Grunting, I held her steady as my climax shook me. Come shot down my cock, soaking into her walls again and again. I couldn't think, I only endured the universe that Marina was a part of.

  How was there room for me—for all of us—when she exploded like this?

  Kite was done, too. I felt him finish, knew it had happened because Marina was moaning again. I wasn't the sort to collapse, but honestly, in that moment, I didn't really know who I was.

  The Jacob of the past was becoming a phantom.

  Falling, I settled my weight on Marina, kissing the salt of her skin. Her breathing was labored, I thrilled to feel each twitch of her against me and around me.

  Kite went limp, but in mere seconds, he started to speak. “Guys?”

  “Hm?” I mumbled, nuzzling Marina's hair.

  “You're sort of crushing me.”

  “Good job ruining the moment,” I chuckled, reluctantly disengaging from the woman beneath me. Pulling my cock out, I grimaced at the sensation of loss. I also noted the mess we had made in the booth. It'd be a pain to get clean. Finally, I felt a bit more like myself. “Right, we should move. This material will stain.”
r />   Sitting up, Marina gave me a bemused stare. “Seriously?”

  Nodding, I reached for my clothes. “It's velvet, hence the name of the bar.”

  Laughing, drawing all of the light in the room into her dark eyes, she shook her head at me. The vision of her; nude, damp, and flushed from our activity... I wanted to jump in for seconds.

  Kite shifted, sitting up and scratching the side of his nose. “Chill out, Jacob. It'll be fine. It's not the first time someone has fucked in a booth here.”

  I lifted my eyebrows, fingers pausing on the buttons of my shirt. “Excuse me?”

  Turning away, Kite cleared his throat. “Anyway, let's get changed and get out of here. I could use some food.”

  My lips went down on the edges. Inside, I was smiling wide. There was something so... genuine, so perfect, about all of this. Marina tugged her shirt on, then scowled as Kite grabbed her panties, keeping them out of reach.

  I looked on as they cavorted, the mock anger turning into giggles soon enough. It was surreal, imagining that this was even happening.

  This is the future I want.

  The thought warmed me, but it also burned. Quickly, I zipped my pants, leaning on the booth. If I made no move, could this world keep existing, just like this?

  I imagined it as a rabbit in the woods, enjoying the grass and sun, so unaware that there was a hawk waiting to strike in the trees above. If you took a photo of that moment, right before the violence... you could have pretended the rabbit would live forever.

  Our present was the rabbit.

  Was I the hawk?

  “Jacob?”

  Blinking, I saw her staring at me. I shook myself, adjusted my vest. “What's wrong?” I asked, glancing around for Kite. He was halfway down the hall.

  She saw my look. “He went to warm up his car. Hey, are you alright?”

  Judging her, I considered my answer. There was so much weight on my heart. It strangled me, left me confused when it lifted, only to return and crush me again.

  Why had things happened this way? Why couldn't Marina have come to us without such a dark cloud being involved? Was there another universe in which we all lived, free of the pain brought on by blackmail, by revenge, by death?

  This majestic girl... she was everything I wanted—that we wanted—but we would never have met without the scent of gunpowder. That incident in the park, how she'd discovered Kite was a contract killer, tracked him by his frustratingly notable tattoos to this very bar...

  Everything, from the start, had conspired against us.

  No. The cruel fact was, none of this would have been set in motion without death. From the very beginning, even; the death of her family...

  All of us were cursed.

  How could I be okay with that? How could anything be alright?

  My smile was cool as morning dew. I said calmly, “Of course I'm alright. How could I not be, after what we just did?”

  Her blush was enticing. Her words were less so. “I know something is wrong. You don't have to lie to me.”

  Ever observant, I thought sullenly. Stepping close to her, I set my fingers on her jaw, tilted her towards me. I itched to kiss her, to taste the last remnants of our escapades, to be reminded of the time when there was no need to think about our future.

  No need to lie to her?

  My lovely Marina... you have no idea. I looked into her eyes, my tone pure cotton. “For now, don't worry about it. In this moment, it doesn't matter. And that's not a lie.”

  She seemed unsure. I appreciated that; her cleverness was part of why I was falling for her. Marina was quick, and that made everything so much more difficult. There was an odd satisfaction in appeasing her. It was a challenge.

  Even when it worked, I didn't feel like I'd won.

  “Alright,” she sighed, reaching down to take my hand. Our fingers wove together, fitting better than they had any right to. “Come on, let's get out of here. Kite has the right idea, I'm starving.”

  Grinning, I traced the inside of her wrist. “After being so stuffed, how could you ever be hungry again?”

  Stumbling, she shot me a tiny glare. Then it was gone, and she was pulling me towards the backdoor. Marina was leading me, something so novel... so freeing.

  This was what I dreamed of.

  As long as it was into that one future I prayed for... a place we all existed together, a place of joy and love and anything but devastation and blood...

  I would let her lead me with a smile.

  The night air was chilly. It cleared my head, but her hand leaving mine was what really crisped my thoughts. Focus. Stop getting so lost in all of this. You have a mission, you HAVE a plan, even if you don't know all the threads yet.

  Protect Kite, protect yourself, protect your future.

  If she could fit into that, then fine. But if not, I had to be willing to do anything. No matter how brutal, or how soul-crushing...

  I had to remember my oath.

  Kite was saying something to her, the two of them smiling.

  Opening my door, I was baffled when she came back to me. “What's wrong?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” she shrugged. “I just want to ride with you.”

  Lifting my eyes, I spotted Kite. He had his hands in his pockets, looking a little too pleased with himself. Squinting, I unlocked the passenger door. What game is he playing?

  “Is it okay?”

  “Yes,” I said, smiling at her as I climbed inside. “You can ride with me, I'd appreciate the company.”

  That was enough for her. Marina ducked her head, closing us into the vehicle and snuffing out the white noise of the city. In that tiny pocket, I was assaulted by her scent all over again.

  I had a strong suspicion about why Kite looked so happy.

  He thinks she's won me over. Tightening my jaw, I let the engine rumble. Hasn't he realized... she's won me over as much as she could already, and far before today?

  Kite was pushing when he didn't need to. This was no longer about emotion, my feelings had played their part when I'd agreed to consider letting Marina live at all.

  Kite, you just don't get it, I thought sadly. Guiding the car over the dark roads, my headlights reflected off of every other surface. But if this all falls apart...

  I hope you can forgive me.

  As we tore down the streets, back towards the building I called my home, I had a sickening sensation. A hard, jagged razor that swam in my guts and refused to leave. True, I was worried about how Kite would react if I dropped the hammer and decided Marina had failed whatever trust-test I could come up with.

  But that wasn't why my fear now blossomed.

  Glancing over at the girl beside me, how her lips had the tiniest of relaxed smiles, her eyes wide and more alive than any other person on Earth, I began to wonder...

  If I decided she had to die...

  Would I ever forgive myself?

  “Jacob,” she whispered.

  I didn't look at her. “Yes?”

  There was a moment before the seat squeaked with her shifting. “What's wrong this time?”

  The same as always, I thought to myself. The same thought that has plagued me since I let myself allow you into my heart. Squeezing the wheel, I stared straight ahead, tone calm and liquid. “Honestly, it's nothing.”

  Our pocket filled with grim air. A black mood that I should have expected. I waited for her to speak, to say a single thing that confirmed her thoughts.

  But as we made our way to the apartment... she never did.

  We sat in silence, and I think, that was somehow worse.

  Marina didn't need to speak. Not about this.

  Without disturbing a speck of air, she told me what she was thinking in the most brazen of methods. That cloak of choking quiet.

  Liar. The word branded my soul. She keeps thinking that I'm a liar.

  The worst part, I couldn't have said she was wrong.

  When it came to Marina and my sanity, lies were all I had these days.
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br />   And if I lost her... signed her death warrant...

  They were all I would ever have.

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