Chapter Two

 

Marcus

She loved me. Fuck, she really loved me, and here I was sitting next to her not saying a damn thing. But the truth was I hadn’t seen it going this way. Hell, I wanted it to go this way, but the negative side of me said she probably wasn’t into what I was saying, and I sure as hell didn’t think she’d admit she loved me.

She was mine, had always been mine. That was the reason I never was interested in anyone, why I never dated. I only wanted Melanie. I was best friend’s with her brother, her twin, and although I’d die for Zack, had nearly done so a few times while we were rowing up and roughhousing, a part of the truth why I spent so much time over at their house was because I wanted to be close to her.

And she wanted me too. She loved me.

“I scared you, didn’t I?” She seemed nervous, scared even.

I was in front of her a second later, cupping her face, staring into her now wide eyes. I wasn’t about to drag this out, make her question and second-guess herself. No, I was going to just let the girl who’d been mine before she even knew it, know that I loved her.

“I’ve loved you for years, Melanie, but I kept you at a distance because I wanted you in my life, even s a friend.” I smoothed my fingers along her cheeks. “I’d rather have that then nothing at all with you, and it was fear that had me keeping my mouth shut.” But I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted, could have not said anything.

“I don’t want us to go back to the way things were,” I said, wanting her to know that being just her friend wasn’t what I wanted, not after hearing she was in love with me.

She smiled at me, this sweet, beautiful smile that lit up the whole fucking room. “I don’t want to be just friends either. I was so scared though, frightened that you’d turn me away and I wouldn’t have you in my life. That’s why it took me so long, but then I realized I couldn’t be afraid of how I felt.”

I felt the air change in the room. “I love you so damn much.” I inhaled deeply. She smelled so good. “I can’t pretend I’m good with being just your friend.”

“Marcus.” She said my name softly. She put her hand right on my chest, over my heart. Could she feel how hard and fast it was beating?

It beat for her.

“I want you to be my first. I want you to be my only.” I groaned and rested my forehead against hers.

“You’ve been my world. I want you to be my first and last, too.” And just like that I told her I was a virgin. And just like that I’d finally get to claim her.

I was so far gone for this girl … for my girl, that I couldn’t even think straight. I wanted my hands on her body, my mouth on hers, my cock buried deep inside of her pussy. I was going to come if I didn’t stop thinking about all the dirty things I wanted to do to her.

I wanted this to last, wanted to make her get off, to feel so fucking good she cried out my name. But if I let myself go, I wasn’t going to last five fucking minutes.

She was so beautiful, and it was hard for me to realize she was really here with me. She was flawless, absolutely fucking perfect.

Melanie was soft where I was hard, sweet where I was rough.

“I need you, Marcus,” she whispered.

My cock jerked at her words. My balls were drawn up tightly to my body, and I knew once I was in her, I wouldn’t last. I’d explode before we could fully enjoy ourselves. No, I’d make sure she came, make sure she cried out in pleasure before I found my own.

“Come here,” she said softly and pulled me down close, our mouths inches apart.

I closed my eyes, just breathing the same air as she did. I was so tense, so hard. I exhaled in pleasure. I’d fall to my knees and worship the ground she walked on.

My cock was so damn hard, and pre-cum was a constant at the tip of my shaft.

Her face was flushed, her pupils dilated. Her mouth was red and swollen from my kisses, and I wanted them like that always.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

She moaned after I spoke.

I was a possessive bastard where Melanie was concerned. Even before she became mine, before I told her as much, I knew there would be no one else for me. I loved her and nothing would change that.

I reached down and placed my hand on her pussy, my fingers touching her soft, wet lips. She gasped, and it was like music to my fucking ears.

“Tell me this is mine, Melanie. It’s always been mine, hasn’t it?” I spanned my hand over her pussy, her heat and wetness making my cock jerk.

“Only yours.” She breathed those two words out.

“Yeah it is.” I looked right into my eyes. “You’re mine the same way I’m yours.” I growled low, like some kind of animal. I teased her clit, letting her feel me, knowing that I could get her off like this if I kept it up. I rubbed that bundle back and forth and watched the pleasure move across her face. I moved my thumb down to her pussy hole, teasing the entrance, gently dipping it in, making her feel me there too.

“Does it feel good?”

She nodded, her pupils dilated. “So good, Marcus.” Her voice was breathless.

I leaned down again, taking her mouth in another hard, deep kiss. She opened for me, and I plunged my tongue passed her lips, deep into the warmth of her mouth. I needed my cock in her pussy now.

“Spread wider for me,” I moaned against her mouth. I reached between us once more to grab my cock, rubbing the tip up and down her pussy, getting it nice and juicy. I pressed my hips tighter against hers, feeling how wet she was, how primed she was for me. I was losing my fucking mind, but God, I wanted to go insane because of Melanie.

“I need you so badly.

I clenched my eyes closed. “You can’t say things like that to me or I’ll come far too soon, baby.” I thrust all my inches into her, and then retreated, back and forth over and over again.

She moaned softly and arched her chest. She had her nails on my skin, the pain mixing with pleasure. I slammed into her especially hard, and she gasped. I stilled, my body tightening, guilt slamming into me. “Fuck, please tell me you’re okay.” I leaned down, kissed her over and over again, wanting her to be okay.

“I’m okay, Marcus.” She smiled at me. “Don’t stop.”

I started moving in and out of her slowly, gently, trying to be as easy as I could. But this beats inside of me wanted to fuck her, wanted to claim every inch of her. I couldn’t even think straight, couldn’t breathe. I had my hands on the bed beside her head. My upper body was braced above her as I thrust in and out, my balls slapping the soft skin of her ass every time I pushed inside.

I needed to fill her with my seed, make her take all of it. I needed to lean back and watch it slip from her pussy when I pulled out.

“Fuck.” The feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock and the look of pure ecstasy on her face sent me perilously close to the edge. I looked at her breasts, the large mounds shaking as I fucked her. Her nipples were red, her chest pink from her arousal.

She breathed out hard.

I leaned down and licked her nipple, dragging my tongue along the stiff peak until she arched for me. She tasted so sweet, so fucking good. I pulled one hard tip into my mouth and sucked.

Melanie breathed hard, the soft sounds leaving her telling me she liked what I did, that she needed more. Fuck, I needed more.

Mine.