Leaving His Mark

by T A. McKay

  When I don’t stop him he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth. I gasp and my back arches of the bed once again, pleasure flooding my body and making my knickers wet. His teeth tighten around my nipple and I cry out, my hand grabbing his hair and pushing him closer to my body. I wish I had both hands free but he's still gripping the other one tightly, like he's scared I’ll run away.

  He rolls his hips and I feel him hard against me, rubbing along my pussy in an amazing way. My hand moves from his hair and follows the curve of his shoulder, down over the arm that’s supporting him onto his back. The muscles there are tight and I can feel them move under my fingertips, making me lose all thoughts apart from the pleasure I'm experiencing. When my hand continues down, desperate to feel his arse, my eyes open wide and I nearly orgasm instantly. I didn’t think about why I could feel Gabe’s erection so perfectly, why it felt like he was rubbing my naked flesh. Its because he's naked. Oh my god, Gabe is naked. This knowledge sends my body racing towards release.

  “Gabe.” I gasp his name. I know I shouldn’t be so close already but I’ve imagined this moment too many times to take my time and savour it. With a final bite he lets my nipple fall from his mouth, making his way up my body until we’re face to face. His eyes drop to my mouth and I almost groan in frustration, wanting him to kiss me. I lick my lips, waiting, praying he will put me out of my misery and kiss me.

  “I want to kiss you, Rhys.” I move my wrist hoping he will let go but he doesn’t, leaving me to use just the one hand on the back of his neck, trying to pull his mouth to mine.

  “Please, Gabe.” I don’t care how desperate I sound just now, if he doesn’t kiss me I fear I might actually die.

  “If I kiss you I might not be able to stop. I won’t be able to get enough of you, I will want everything.” I feel my pussy clench at his words. I want him inside me so badly but I know what he means. We have built a good friendship but at the moment I don’t care. I will make sure it won’t be awkward after this, I’ll just be another one of those girls who chase him and get him for the night. I can do that, it will be easy.

  “I want you, Gabe. Just one night, nothing more. Tomorrow we will be friends again, but tonight I need you. Please?” I keep looking into his eyes as I speak, letting him see how honest I'm being. He pauses a few minutes before his lips crash to mine, instantly invading my mouth. As his tongue pushes past my lips I’m sure I’m about to explode. I have never been kissed with such passion before, every bit of need he is feeling is evident by his kiss. I kiss him back trying to show him that he isn’t the only one who needs this.

  Once we connect there is not stopping the avalanche of lust that follows. We’re a blur of hands and lips until I am lying naked under him. He is sits back on his knees and positions himself at my opening. He is looking deep into my eyes but I’m having trouble focusing while he’s naked and fully on show. His body is more than I could have imagined. He is hard and huge all over, and I mean all over. He’s making my mouth water with the desire to lick him. I want to feast on his body, to run my tongue over the muscles that ripple when he moves. I need to take his dick deep into my mouth and worship it like it deserves. Reaching over to the bedside table he grabs a little silver packet, ripping it with his teeth before he is even turned back towards me. I hold my breath as I watch him roll the condom down his length, I know it shouldn’t be sexy but watching him with his dick in his hand is. He leans over me and places himself at my opening, letting just the tip enter me.

  “Last chance, Rhys. This is the point of no return, this changes everything.” When I try to respond he rubs his finger over my clit and all thought vanishes from my head. The only thing I can do is push harder against him and feel him moving deeper into me. Oh god. This is what heaven feels like. A deep groan meets my ears and I feel like weeping. He is pure alpha but when he makes those noises it takes it to a level I can’t explain. It’s like he speaks directly to my soul and completes the parts that I’m missing. I have never believed in soul mates, not until I met Gabe.

  “Fuck. I need an answer, Shorty. Quickly. You feel so fucking good.” I still can’t answer, the words getting stuck in my throat so I just move my body again. I roll my hips and take more of him inside me, trying to tell him that it’s ok, I want this.

  His head drops to my shoulder, groaning as he steals my breath by pushing into me. He moves slowly and I can feel every inch of him as he enters me. I use my free hand to grab the hair on the back of his head, trying to anchor myself to the Earth. When he's fully inside me he stops moving, letting me get used to his size. He’s being gentle with me and even thought it’s sweet, it’s not what I want. I want him to take me, I want him to fuck me.

  “Gabe, I need you to move. I need to feel you properly.” The words come out on a breath and I hope he hears me because I don’t think I will be able to repeat them.

  “Tell me what you need, Rhys.” My eyes close as he pushes into me, the pressure of his pelvis against my clit making my body arch against him.

  “I just need you. I want you to show me what you can do.” I know I'm leaving it all up to him but I have a feeling that he’s never sent a woman home unsatisfied. I feel his chest shake against mine and I know he's laughing at me. Maybe I'm sounding more desperate than I should but I honestly think I would get on my knees and beg right now. The thought of being on my knees in front of him has my pussy clenching, making him groan.

  “Shit, baby. You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming of you clenching around my dick, and it’s better than I ever imagined. I'm gonna have to fuck you hard and fast but don’t worry, it will be the only time tonight I take you quickly. I need to take the edge off, you feel too good.” His words end on another groan and I'm glad this is going to be fast, he isn’t the only one who needs quick relief. I'm also glad that this isn’t going to be a one off and he’s planning on using his time wisely tonight.

  He pulls out of me slowly and I start to worry that he's going to leave me hanging like this. I open my eyes and get ready to shout at him when he slams back into my body. Lights flash behind my eyes as his length hits me deeply causing an amazing pleasure pain conflict. I scream out and grab his hair tighter. His thrusting continues at the same pace and I can feel tears forming in the corner of my eyes. I don’t know if it’s through relief or a deeper emotion that I refuse to acknowledge.

  My hand drifts down his back and I dig my nails into his flesh. I want both to be able to hold his body and touch him all over while he pleasures me but he’s still holding one of my wrists beside my head. I pull against his grip, pulling my hand to show him I want him to let go. Thankfully he understands and releases me. My hand moves instantly to his hip to pull him deeper into me, my nails scratching trails over his skin. His rhythm builds quickly and he’s making the pressure inside my body climb to the point of no return. The trail of hair that leads from his belly button rubs against my clit adding the little bit of roughness that it craves.

  “Gabe.” I cry his name as he tilts my hips up with his now free hands and enters me at a new angle. His dick rubs along something inside me and my back arches off the bed. Holy shit that feels amazing. He leans back on his knees and lifts my hips, leaning my arse on his thighs. Keeping his hands on my hips he increases his pace, ploughing into me like he can’t get deep enough.

  Heat starts to spread through my muscles making them tense. The pressure reaches my stomach and I feel the walls of my pussy clenching tighter, increasing the friction between us. His fingers dig into my hips and his rhythm falters a little and I feel him grow even harder inside me. It’s enough to ignite the fire inside me and I scream as my release explodes through my core, my whole body spasming as my eyes roll back into my head. I can hear Gabe muttering under his breath, repeating my name like it’s a prayer. His thrusts continue a few more times before he yells and stills inside me. I can feel him pulse inside me and all I can think is I wish he wasn’t wearing a condom so I could feel him better.


  His body collapses on top of mine and I feel his body shake as he tries to catch his breath. I run my hands over his back feeling a light covering of sweat and smile, knowing that I gave him pleasure. He pulls out of me and I moan with the feeling of loss and emptiness that follows. I stare at the ceiling but listen to him walk to the bathroom to clean up, hearing the door close before the bed next to me dips and I feel the heat of his body next to me again. I turn my head and look at him not able to lose the smile on my face. He looks at me and his smile is breath taking. His eyes bright and clear, a far cry from the way I found him tonight. I don’t want to bring back and memories but I would like to know what the nightmare was about.

  “Do you feel better now?” He takes a deep breath before he answers me and he chooses his words carefully.

  “Yeah, I'm good. I had a bad minute there but you helped, thank you.” He reaches his fingers out and plays with the blue section of my hair.

  “I really do like this.” I grab his hand, pulling it to my mouth and kissing the palm. I stay quiet and let him take the lead in the conversation, letting him decide what he's going to tell me.

  “The phone call. It was my dad and when I talk to him it kinda messes with my head. He isn’t a good guy and he knows how to push my buttons. I shouldn’t let him but I can’t help it.” His fingers are back in my hair and stroking it seems to give him comfort.

  “Does he live close by? I haven’t heard you mention him before.” His laughter surprises me. He had looked so sad just a few seconds ago.

  “No he lives very far away and there will be no chance of you ever meeting him.” His comment confuses me but I don’t want to pry into his life. He’ll tell me what he wants. He tugs on the blue strand and I have no option but move forward closer to him. He lays an arm across the pillow and I lay my head on it so we are nearly nose-to-nose. I snuggle into his muscles and start relaxing. Between the smell of his body and the feel of his hands in my hair I’m starting to feel tired.

  “I didn’t have the best childhood, there wasn’t much love in my house. My dad…well to be truthful he hated me, still does I'm sure. A lot happened that I'm not willing to go into but the shit hit the fan at one point and now he's living in prison on the tax payer’s bill.” My eyes widen, completely shocked by what he's telling me. His dad is in prison? What had happened, and why does he think his dad hates him? I have never seen him with any family, I know I have only worked in the shop for a few months but there has never been a mention of parents. In the case of his dad I understand but what about his mum?

  “Does your mum live around here?” I can see pain flashing through his eyes as I mention her and I wish I could take the words back, keep the question in my head. He pulls my body close to his, making them touch from hip to shoulder.

  “My mum died when I was younger.” He doesn’t go into detail and I can see that there is a lot of pain still surrounding her death. I desperately want to know what happened but I keep that question to myself.

  “I’m so sorry, Gabe. That must have been hard for you.” His lips brush over mine and I chase them as he moves back from me.

  “It was a long time ago and I'm more worried about you right now. There is no way I can lie here with you looking so sexy in my bed without having you again.” His lips press against mine with more pressure and I open up to him quickly. If I only have this one night then I'm not going to waste any time by pretending that I don’t want him. He’s trying to change the subject but that’s okay, I want him to be happy and content.

  “Then take me.” I whisper against his lips and I feel his smile.

  “With fucking pleasure, Shorty.” It is the last words spoken between us until my world explodes again with pleasure.

  Chapter Eleven

  I stretch out my sore muscles after waking from the best sleep I‘ve had in months. The memories of last night with Rhys flood my mind and I can’t help getting hard under the duvet. She has made all my fantasies come true, and even a few I never thought I had. She really is the stuff naughty dreams are made of, not that I gave either of us much chance to dream last night.

  When she woke me from my nightmare I didn’t know where I was or who I was with. All I remember is dreaming about my dad and then someone was touching me. Fear and panic had made me lash out, grabbing at the hand that was touching me. I hadn’t escaped from my dream until she said my name, her voice drifting through all the darkness, just like the sun breaking through rain clouds. Finding myself on top of her, holding her in place with my body and my dick pressed into her pussy had been the best fucking shock of my life. I don’t remember ever feeling as good as I did in that moment, well not until I had finally slipped into her body. The heat of her tight little pussy made my brain short circuit, leaving me panting and fighting of the orgasm that threatened to happen. I’d tried to be good, tried to tell her that if we didn’t stop I wouldn’t be able to walk away from her. I needed her to be the voice of reason because there was no way it was going to be me. Then she pushed that little body closer to me and shattered all my control. Not that I'm complaining, she rocked my world like nothing I had ever experienced before. I’m normally the person doing the work, I always make sure that my partner gets pleasure so I can take what I need. I fuck hard and fast, there are no exceptions to that rule or so I thought. Last night wasn’t like that, last night I went hard and fast because I needed to, I was strung so fucking tight I was sure I would go permanently insane if I didn’t come.

  Fuck, just the memories of her body around my dick have me nearing the point of coming. I know we said it would only be one night but I'm sure she wouldn’t say no to one more time, we can just pretend we didn’t notice the time. I turn to face the other side of the bed and see that it’s empty. I sit up quickly looking around my room. There is no evidence that she has ever been in here, and if it wasn’t for the smell of her still lingering on my body I would think I had dreamt the whole thing.

  I get up and make my way to my bathroom, looking in the mirror and notice the shit-eating grin I have on my face. Yeah, I definitely got laid last night. More evidence of my night time enjoyment is littered all over my body. I smile wider as I take in the marks that Rhys has left on me. Bite marks, scratches, and redness cover my torso and back. She really is a little animal in bed. We both knew last night was a one time thing and she definitely made the most of it, not that I'm complaining one little bit. The only thing I wish I had experienced was her sexy little mouth wrapped around my dick, but part of me is glad. If I was leaving her only one night of memories I didn’t want one of them to be me shooting after only three thrusts. I grab my toothbrush and with regret I start brushing my teeth. I don’t want to lose the taste of her on my tongue but the morning breath isn’t going to work for anyone. After rinsing my mouth with mouthwash I step into the shower. I don’t let it heat up before I get in, hoping the blast of cold will get my dick under control. I need to stop thinking about her. I’ve had my taste and I knew that it would only be the once, I'm not the type of guy who goes back for seconds with any girl, right now I wonder why. As I wash myself, I'm thinking that it might be time to break my own rules.

  I walk into the kitchen, stopping as I see Rhys in there. The place smells amazing, and instantly makes my stomach rumble. Every visible space in the kitchen is filled with cupcakes. There are frosted and plain, all different colours and sprinkles. I wonder where she got all the stuff to make them because I know for a fact that I didn’t have anything of this. Rhys is totally oblivious to me being in here, her earphones in and I can hear the music from where I'm standing. I don’t know how she isn’t deaf with that volume. All my self-chastising in the shower flies out the window as I watch her. She is wearing a strapless dress that reaches half way down her thighs, leaving her shoulders and legs bare to matters even harder for me, She’s dancing while mixing something in a bowl. I can hear make out the song, it’s On Top Of The World by Imagine Dragons, like I say, the music is loud. Her hips move in a hypnotic way
making me want to walk behind her and grind against her, feel them move against me before bending her over the work top. Shit, I really need to get myself under control.

  I reach out and grab one of the cup cakes from the closest counter, hoping that having something to distract me will stop me from following through with my dirty thoughts. The oven timer dings but she doesn’t hear it, continuing her dancing. I don’t want whatever is in the oven to burn so I walk over and tap her on the shoulder. It takes me less than two seconds to realise my mistake.

  She screams and as she jumps in fright she drops the bowl of whatever she was mixing. It hits the edge of the worktop and the contents explode out of it, all over her and me. She turns to me, eyes wide and her hand grabs at her chest. I look down at my clothes, they are now covered in what I think is cake batter and I know there is no way to rescue them. I look up and Rhys is still standing there with shock on her face. I pull her earphones from her ears.

  “Good morning.” I say it so casually like we aren’t both standing there dripping with food. It takes a minute but I see her lips twitching with the first signs of a smile.

  “Oven timer went off, I thought I should tell you.” Her eyes widen again before she turns runs to the cooker.

  “Shit, shit, shit.” I can’t help but smile at the curse words falling from her mouth. She isn’t the type of person who swears a lot and I find it so damn cute.

  She pulls two trays from the oven as I go back to eating the cupcake I picked up. It’s really good. I have to admit, I have a really sweet tooth, I know most men don’t but I can’t go a day without a big hit of sugar. I think this is where my addiction for energy drinks came from. I’ve had to limit myself with them, only allowing myself four a day, if I didn’t I would be bouncing off the walls. Turning my attention back to Rhys, I watch her as she transfers the cakes to a cooling rack and again I have no idea where she got it. I mean do I look like the kind of guy who would own a cooling rack?