by Anna Lewis
My… he called me his. How the hell was I supposed to resist something so freaking adorable? There was a huge chance that I was in love.
I stood up and slipped my hand into his, with my heart thundering in my chest. I was about to get everything I’d ever wanted and I just couldn’t wait. I had a feeling that this was going to be the experience of a life time.
I just hoped that it never had to end. Maybe it was naïve, but I wanted this to be the first day of the rest of my life.
***
“Your home is incredible.” There was no point in acting like I didn’t see how great it was, it was unbelievable. Huge, gorgeous, decorated like something out of a movie. I never actually believed that people lived in homes like this. “I’m so jealous.”
“It can get a bit lonely,” he shrugged his shoulders and admitted. “I love it, but it’s huge and sometimes I feel a bit like I’m pottering about aimlessly.”
“Well I think it’s wonderful.”
Markus took my hands in his again and stepped closer so we were staring into one another’s eyes. I soaked him up, lapping up the crinkles around his eyes as he smiled at me, the gorgeous curve of his lips, the way his cheeks looked so adorably touchable. I was also acutely aware of every curve of his body. His presence was immense, I could really feel him up in my personal space; my heart hammered fast, pounding loudly in my ears, and that buzzing shimmied right down towards my core.
I’d wanted this forever.
“You’re so beautiful,” he eventually whispered, whilst tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m so glad you agreed to come out with me.”
Then it finally happened, the moment I’d been waiting for forever. His lips connected with mine, soft at first, but slowly increasing with pressure, and as we molded into one another everything felt incredibly right. The pleasure started off as a small warm ball in my chest, spreading over all of me.
This was different to kissing Ryan, more romantic. It was everything.
Then Markus lifted me up and I claimed him with my legs. I wrapped them right around him, enjoying being carried as if I weighed less than a feather. I moved my hips in closer to him getting a feel of something very impressive.
Something heart stopping. The more it brushed against me as Markus carried me over to the couch, I felt needy, intense, animalistic, like I might tear his clothes from his body like a wild bear if he didn’t take them off soon. All the times I’d spent thinking about this moment, all the long, sexually frustrated hours I spent at work wishing he’d throw me across his table to ravish me, they all built up inside of me as it finally happened.
“Oh my God.” I was panting, my breaths were crazed and ragged, the heady lust of the atmosphere consuming me whole. “Oh Markus, Mr. Smith.” I didn’t mean to call him such a formal name, it just sort of happened, but it felt good. It made it more like a fantasy.
Markus seemed to enjoy it too because as my body crashed onto his couch, I could see a deep, dark desire running behind his gaze. It was so intense it made me tingle all over. None of my other lovers had ever been so… commanding before. It felt really good.
Markus climbed over me, allowing me to get lost in the heat and weight of his body. I brushed my fingers over his strong jawline, enjoying the light sprinkling of stubble there.
“I’ve wanted this moment for far too long.” I wasn’t sure why I suddenly decided that it was okay to be so brutally honest, but with Markus it felt like the right thing to do. I didn’t feel like he’d judge me.
Then his mouth connected with mine once more and we got back to making out like crazed teenagers. His top flew off, my skirt shimmied down, his belt unhooked, his jeans left his body, my top and bra vanished before I could even think about it… soon the only thing in our way was the thin cotton material of my panties.
As Markus’s mouth moved down my body, over my neck and towards my breasts, I couldn’t help but arch my back in sheer bliss. A moan escaped my mouth, as he slipped my nipple between his lips and he flickered his tongue all over me. I shoved my hands into his hair where I tugged possibly a little too hard, the passion taking over me.
“You’re a little wild, aren’t you? I always thought you might be.”
The smugness on Markus’s tone, plus the image my mind created of him touching himself imagining me was almost too much. I felt my body tumbling towards the abyss of pleasure and he hadn’t even touched me yet…
But that didn’t last long. Before I could even reply to his little comment, Markus’s hand had dipped into my underwear and his finger slowly edged towards where I was needy and pulsating for him.
“Oh fuck!” As one of his incredible fingers slowly popped inside of me, shock and joy bolted right through me. This was phenomenal, better than I ever could’ve hoped for, better than I ever imagined it would be. I had to cling tightly to him, digging my nails hard into his shoulder. “Oh, Markus.”
“Are you getting desperate, dirty girl?”
“Yes, oh yes.”
Markus slid up my body and he moved his cock towards my entrance. He thought I was just going to wait for him, that I was just going to lie here and wait for him to slip into me, but I had other ideas. I wanted to be memorable, to stand out in Markus’s mind, to give him a reason to want to stick around, so I slid my hand down over his body, taking just a moment to feel how rock hard and wonderful he felt, then I wrapped my fingers around his thick, pulsating length.
Holy hell, he was huge! I didn’t know whether to feel excited or terrified.
As I moved my curled fingers up and down, Markus’s thighs tensed up, he began to shake, which had electricity coursing through my veins. It was challenging to control myself.
“You really are something else,” Markus growled at me. “But you’re going to have to stop right now if you don’t want me to completely fall apart.”
I moved my hand away with a smirk, there was something seriously powerful about the way that he said that, it made me feel sexy, worthwhile, like a goddess.
I tossed my hands carelessly above my head, finally ready to totally cave to him as Markus circled my hips with his fingers. He was giving me that look again, the one that sent me crazy…
I pushed him off me, and lay him flat on his back on the couch. His eyes widened in shock, he hadn’t even realized that I was doing it, it happened that quickly. One second I was lazily lying there, the next moment my legs were straddling his as I sat astride him.
“Wow, Cassie…”
I shut him up in the only way I could, by angling that incredible cock of his into me, all the while staring intently at him. In a way, I kept having to remind myself that this was really happening and it wasn’t just another dream.
“Oh my…!” As he filled me up, I was fully reminded. I imagined him to be massive, but not to feel as wonderful inside me as he did. This truly was an experience like no other.
I gripped onto his chest as I rode him wildly, like an animal, not even caring how I looked. Judging by the grunts and groans Markus was making he was totally enjoying himself anyway so I didn’t have anything to worry about. I had the perfect angle so each thrust rubbed against my clit, sending me cascading towards sheer joy.
The pressure built, a little too quickly, almost overwhelmingly so. I could sense it rising, it was claiming me, taking me, driving me absolutely wild…
And then it crashed over me in a tsunami of boiling hot bliss. I crumbled, I screamed, I buckled and yelled, causing Markus to sit up to cling onto me. He held me tight, building a deep connection between us, making me feel closer to Markus than I ever had anyone else ever before.
He was perfect.
This moment was perfect.
I was in absolute Heaven.
***
“Hey, my dirty girl.”
Having the man I’d adored for as long as I could remember kissing me and murmuring against my lips to wake me up made for the most magical morning ever. My dream really had come true, I was the luckiest wo
man alive. As his voice hummed through my body, I felt that intense spark coming right back. Maybe it was time for round two.
“Hello there, handsome.” I propped myself up onto my elbows and grinned widely at Markus. If I’d been worried that it was going to be weird and awkward the next day, I needn’t have. This was the easiest morning after the night before I’d ever experienced. It just felt really natural, which was unexpected because of how we knew one another. “How are you?”
“I’ve made you breakfast, and I’ve brought you a coffee. I thought that would be a nice treat since you spend most of your life making me hot drinks.” He laughed, a musical sound that made my heart hammer excitedly. Even though it was way too soon, I could feel myself falling…
I grabbed the mug gratefully from him and sucked the liquid down like there was no tomorrow. It tasted like liquid gold, much better than the stuff we kept at the office, not that it was the right moment to talk about that. “Ah thank you. I’ll have this then I can get out of your hair.” It felt nice to be here, but the last thing I wanted to do was outstay my welcome. I didn’t want Markus to think that I was reading too much into anything. I needed to remain cool, even if I didn’t feel it.
“No, why would you go?” he whined, while jumping onto the bed and wrapping his fingers lovingly around my cheeks. “I don’t want you to leave.” So much for me seeing things that weren’t there! He kissed me tenderly, pressing his lips up against mine lightly as if I was a precious gem to be treasured forever. With every passing second, I could feel myself living my dream.
“You don’t?” I murmured as my eyes fell closed. “Well, whatever you want.” I didn’t want to leave this bed ever, so if Markus wanted me to stay then who the hell was I to argue.
“Actually I have a party tonight, you should stay for it.”
Oh wow, the idea at attending one of Markus’s posh parties at his mansion as his plus one filled me utter joy. I could just see it, everyone’s eyes respectfully on me, looking at me as if I was one of them, like I truly was a princess…
But then of course that was never going to happen. I stood out from a mile off, it was so obvious that I didn’t belong. My clothes made me stand out before I even started. There was no way I could fake it, that part would have to remain in my head only.
“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” My voice shook as I spoke, turning down an offer I wanted to grab hold of with both hands. “I don’t have anything suitable to wear…”
“You don’t want to?” Oh God, why did he have to sound so hurt? That made me feel guilty for refusing, especially when I really wanted to.
“Oh no, it isn’t that I just…” Come on, where was that brutal honesty from last night? I needed it now desperately! “I don’t think I will… fit in.”
Markus winked, smirked, and kissed me once more, leaving me more confused than before. “Don’t you worry about that. By the end of the day I will have you looking and feeling like a true princess, better than everyone else.”
“What do you mean?”
“You just sit there and enjoy your breakfast, leave the rest to me.”
As he bounded from the room, I felt blown away, like I’d really lost my footing. But I was excited too. Markus thrilled me in ways that I didn’t even know existed, and I couldn’t wait to see where that would lead me.
***
Oh my goodness…
I stared at my reflection, barely recognizing the person looking back at me. My hair was glossy and curled to perfection, thanks to the hairdresser who’d spent hours on it. I had make up dusting my features that was good enough for a model… although it probably should have since it had been put on by a professional.
And the dress, oh my God the dress. It came from a rack of designer outfits that had appeared in his hallway as if by magic, It was silver, sparkly, and hugged my curves as if it had been tailored to my body exactly.
I really did look like a princess. Or a mermaid.
“Amber,” I hissed into my phone. “Amber, I need you to see me. Look.” I pulled the phone away and showed her a picture of my dress. “Look at me.”
“Oh my God, when you told me what was going on tonight, I didn’t realize that you were going to look like that. You should be on the cover of a magazine or something.”
“I know!” I giggled like a mad school girl. “I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“I’ll tell you what you do, you marry this man.”
“But… I thought you told me just to screw him.” I had to whisper that part as guilt flooded me. I felt like I was accidently lying to everyone without even meaning to.
“Not now! Now I think you need to lock him down.”
I paused for a moment, considering telling Amber my real feelings. I actually wanted her to know that I genuinely adored Markus, that my feelings were deep and real, and that it’d only gotten worse with spending this romantic time with him. The sex was incredible, I couldn’t get over how he made me feel, but spending this day with him was great too.
I liked him so damn much.
But before I got to decide either way, he walked into the room, ending the chance before it arrived.
“I have to go, Amber, I’ll speak to you soon. Love you.”
I hung up the phone rapidly and glanced at Markus as he ran his eyes all over my body, appreciatively drinking me in. “You know, I thought you looked amazing last night, but there’s something really magical about the way you look tonight.” He held out his arm to me and I linked mine through it. “Come on, let’s go to the party, people will start arriving soon.”
Nerves danced all over my body as we descended down the stairs, but there was a lot of excitement there too. This was my first real life adult party, not the sort of student thing where everyone got drunk and vomited. This was going to be classy, glamorous, and I was attending with the most wonderful man alive.
I couldn’t wait.
“You won’t leave me, will you?” I suddenly lost all my cool and yanked Markus’s arm closer to mine. “I’m scared everyone will hate me.” Okay so I was darting backwards and forwards, not really sure how to feel.
“If anyone is looking at you it’ll be because of how gorgeous you look,” he did his best to reassure me. “But don’t worry, I’ll be here the whole time.”
***
Oh… my… God!
The first person to walk through the door was the worst possible person to see in this situation when I looked so false and odd. Beautiful yes, but not like me. I felt like he’d see right through the disguise and expose me for who I was. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t think about this scenario, it made perfect sense for him to be there, but still… Oh God, how the hell was I going to survive this?
“Ryan,” I muttered awkwardly under my breath. “Oh no.” I shook my hands awkwardly by my side, feeling everything all at once.
Now that I’d spent the night with Markus I couldn’t help but compare the two men, which probably wasn’t right. Markus was dark and mysterious, totally hunky, whereas Ryan has very pale skin, bright blue eyes and a light dusting of hair. He was sinewy, nowhere near as broad as Markus, but still he looked good. To good, it was almost hard to look at him. I didn’t want to be in this mess, I just wanted to be able to enjoy my time with Markus. I wanted the fairy tale to become a reality, and this was getting in the way.
“Well, well, well.” Ryan was smirking, mostly because he didn’t realize that Markus knew about us and that put me right on edge. It would come out soon enough, and then I had no idea what would happen. “Fancy seeing you here.” He ran his eyes over my body, fixing too long on my heaving cleavage. “And what, may I ask are you doing at a party at Markus’s house.”
“She’s here with me.”
If it wasn’t obvious before that the cat was out of the bag, it was now. Markus was practically squaring up to his friend, really acting the alpha male. Although it was incredibly awkward and it made me feel like crap about myself, there was a defi
nite buzzing in my underwear.
Did I actually like this? What the hell was wrong with me?
“Oh I can see that,” Ryan smirked, flicking his eyes between us both. “From the way you have you arm wrapped tightly around her. She looks beautiful, you’re a very lucky man to have such a lovely date.”
“I know I’m lucky. That’s why I’ve brought her here, to show her off.”
Oh my God, now Ryan was squaring up too. I really didn’t want a fight, even if it was kind of sexy. I wasn’t the sort of girl to come between two guys… was I?
I used to be so normal, so ordinary… when the hell did that all change? When did I become the girl in the stunning designer dress enjoying being fought over? This would absolutely kill Amber, if I ever worked up the courage to tell her.
Luckily before I had to intervene, which I wasn’t totally sure I could do anyway since my mouth was too dry to form words, the doorbell rang out and other people arrived at the party, changing the charged atmosphere entirely. I let out a breath that I hadn’t even realized that I was holding, but I had a feeling that wasn’t going to be the end of it. I didn’t think either man would let things go that easily.
This was going to be a party to remember, I just hoped it was for the right reasons.
***
Okay, I gasped noisily and stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Not long now…
It had been a night from hell, and not for all right reasons. I’d quickly stopped being worried about what everyone in the place thought of me, and rapidly became concerned with how the two men who’d inadvertently weaved their ways into my life saw me. They both spent the whole night shooting me looks, giving me the eye, hinting that they wanted me, which left me a shivering mess.
The worst part about all of this was how I felt about it all. I wasn’t having anything like a normal reaction, I felt like I wanted both. Markus first, then Ryan. Or maybe both at the same time. The thought of those gorgeous creatures with their hands all over me was almost too much to handle. It made me bite onto my lip like a sex-starved maniac. No one would believe that I’d been ravished only the night before!