Chapter Eight
“Anyone would think you haven’t been on a date for years, the way you’re carrying on.”
Lydia lounged on Penny’s bed, flicking through an old issue of Cosmo and looking on as Penny pulled every single piece of clothing she owned out of her wardrobe, considered it for a moment, then cast it aside.
“I haven’t been on a date for years,” she replied. “At least, not a date with a guy that I actually like.”
Lydia frowned and glanced over the top of the magazine. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’ve been dating guys you don’t like? That’s just crazy.”
“No, I didn’t mean that. It’s just that…” She sighed. “I really like Marc. We’ve been friends for ages, and I’ve always kind of had a thing for him, but we’ve just never taken it any further. Not sure why. But now that we are? I really want it to work.”
Lydia smiled and stood up, coming over to give Penny a hug. “Me too, sweetie. You deserve it.” A frown crossed her face and Penny rolled her eyes.
“What is it?”
“He’s… you know he has that reputation, right? As a bit of a player?”
“I know.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
Penny grinned at Lydia’s concern. “Actually, it doesn’t. Somehow it kind of takes the pressure off a bit. Besides, we’re much more friends than anything else. He won’t treat me like one of his trophies.”
“No?”
“No.” Penny was firm, sure that she was right.
“Alright,” said Lydia, “so long as you’re not going in with your eyes closed.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay. I believe you. But Pen? if you don’t stop fussing, and start choosing something to wear, the dates going to be over before you even manage to get there!”
Penny looked down at her underwear-only clad body and laughed. “You’re right! Now, what to wear that says, ‘totally sexy’, but that also says ‘good girl’?”
“Well, ‘reasonably good girl’ maybe,” said Lydia with a wink. “We can’t come across as too good now, can we?”
In the end, Penny went for a tasseled suede jacket over a low-cut white tank top and hipster jeans. The band they were going to see was a bluesy, Australian folk outfit, so Penny thought anything more than jeans would be overdressed.
Pulling on knee-high boots over her jeans, she stood up and presented herself to Lydia. “Do I look okay? Is it too casual?”
“You look fine, Pen. Just the right combination of good girl and totally sexy.”
Penny opened her jewelery box and pulled out a long silver necklace with a bunch of charms on the end. Slipping it over her head, she said, “Thanks so much, Lydia, for dropping everything and coming over. I’m not sure how I would have gotten organized without you?”
“Hey, what are friends for, right?” Lydia hugged her tight. “You’ll be fine. And Marc will be bowled by how hot you look. You go girl!”
They had decided to meet at the bar, so Penny drove herself to the venue in her old Suzuki Vitara. She loved the old thing - it was a soft top that she had bought new a zillion years ago and that she never wanted to replace. Hopping out, she locked the doors and turned to walk into the venue.
The place was already cranking. Penny sidled up to the bar and shouted an order of cider to the cute bartender. He nodded and grinned at her, and she smiled back, only to hear in her ear, “As soon as I turn my back, there you are, flirting with the bar staff.”
A pair of sinuous bare arms wound their way around her waist, and a kiss was planted on her neck. She turned in Marc’s arms and kissed him on the lips. She almost laughed at Marc’s scowl behind her, when she turned to see the bartender’s studiously bland expression when he returned with her drink. She supposed it wasn’t that good an idea for the bartender to smile at the girls who were obviously taken. That could only lead to problems.
Obviously taken. She rolled the words around in her head a little and liked them. She liked the thought of being with someone. No, she liked the thought of being with Marc. And, she blushed a little as she thought cheekily, she was really looking forward to being taken by him.
Trying to settle her wandering, lusty thoughts, she lay the cool glass against her cheek for a moment, then took a long sip of cider. It was a crisp, dry apple - delicious on a cool evening. It was coming into autumn in Perth, and the nights were cooling down, even if the days were still a little warm.
Marc, too, ordered a drink, and then they, miraculously, found a place to sit in between some of the other patrons on a long bench. Penny was glad she had worn jeans now - trying to straddle a bench seat in a skirt was never much fun, and you always ran the risk of ending up with splinters in your arse.
“When does the band start?” Penny almost had to shout to make herself heard over the ever-increasing din in the room.
“Eight-thirty,” replied Marc, reaching into his pocket for his phone. “It’s eight-fifteen now, so still a few more minutes.”
“That’s cool.” Penny settled in, shoulder to shoulder with Marc. She could feel the heat emanating from him. And when he grabbed her hand and entwined his fingers in hers, she didn’t think she could be happier. She turned her face to him, and was rewarded with a long, sweet kiss full of promise. Looking into his eyes, she saw passion, but also restraint. He was making sure he didn’t freak her out. She only wished he knew just how far from freaking out she was, how comfortable it all felt. She hoped all her emotions were clear in her return kiss, which was just as long, but very far from sweet.
“Get a room,” she heard someone mutter, and she flushed. They were right, whoever they were. Now was not the time to straddle him or force her tongue down his throat. That could wait for later.
He leaned in and, in reply to the mutterer, but in a voice only Penny could hear, he said, “Don’t worry, mate. We will be.” Penny giggled, bumping her shoulder against Marc’s.
“Naughty,” she said.
“But accurate?” He said the words lightly, but the question was like fire reflecting in his eyes.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed in reply, and his hand tightened around hers.
His smoldering stare was one of the sexiest things Penny had ever seen. He raised one provocative eyebrow. “Now?” he suggested.
He disengaged his hand from hers, and put it on her upper leg, fingers caressing the inside of her thigh. Seated there, in amongst the rabble of people, with Marc’s questing fingers so close to her quickly firing core, Penny inhaled sharply. Glancing around, she was sure everyone was looking at her, the girl who was getting turned on even as they all sat there.
One particular twitch of Marc’s fingers had her gasping, and she uttered huskily, “I think we’d better go.”
“I think we should,” he growled in her ear.
They reached Penny’s car in record time. She turned her back to the Vitara, and Marc was right there, in front of her. His hands slid up her body from her waist, up under her top.
“Pen,” Marc breathed into her hair, his hands beneath her singlet and firmly clamped around her breasts. “This is so hot.” He pushed her back against the side of her car, jamming himself up against her, dropping one breast so he could cup her ass, but kneading the other breast with his enthusiastic hand. He dropped hot kisses along her neck and jawline, using not only his lips but also his teeth and tongue to blaze the trail.
She threw her head back. It was so totally horny, to be making out right here, where anyone could be watching. She hoped they were giving whoever was watching a thrill. She threaded her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him as close as she could. She felt wild and desirable. She let go of his belt, and untucked his shirt as quickly as she could, running both of her palms up his smooth, muscled chest, and then reversing them so she could push her hands down, fingertips first, and feel his growing erection through his jeans. She was pleased to hear him gasp.
“Marc,” she said throatily. “Let’s move this inside the car.” Even in her aroused state, Penny had no desire to be snapped for someone’s Instagram feed.
They threw themselves into the backseat of the Vitara as soon as Penny unlocked the doors. With Marc’s hands and lips still all over her, Penny had a hard time dropping the backseats, but soon they were kneeling on the perfectly acceptable makeshift bed of the Vitara’s boot space.
With a wrench, Penny pulled herself away from Marc and the two of them stared at each other across the tiny gap between them, hungry and breathless. She moved first, pulling Marc’s t-shirt off, gasping in pleasure at the sight of his muscular planes in the light from the carpark, running her fingertips all over, flittering from his shoulders, down his pecs and to the v-shaped muscle that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. When he tried to touch her, she slapped his hands away, saying, “Not yet,” and continued her tactile exploration of his skin, a half-smile on her face, waiting for him to be tempted beyond what he could bear.
It was her fingers dipping below his waistband that broke him. With a growl he snagged her around the waist and pulled her in close, taking her lips in a kiss of power and possession. “You don’t get to push me away anymore.” She had never expected Marc to be such an alpha, but she loved it. She let him take her jaw in his hand and draw her chin forward, so he could kiss her deeper. His tongue fought for supremacy, swirling around hers in a panting, primal battle that Penny was happy to concede.
As they kissed, he gently lay her backwards, letting her shift her legs so they weren’t bent up underneath her, and laying himself along her length. He pulled her singlet up and, together, they removed it, Penny unclasping her bra at the same time, never taking her eyes off Marc’s face. She wanted to see his reaction when she took her bra off, when her breasts spilled out.
He groaned out loud, seemingly unable to take his eyes off her breasts. Feathering his fingers over them reverently he said, “You’re so white and beautiful.” His soft touch drove Penny crazy, and she arched up, so he would know she wanted more.
“Is this what you want?” he hissed and put his head down to take her pale pink nipple in his mouth. Her moan of, “Yes, yes,” gave him permission to suckle and nip at her, holding her breasts with his hands, and bringing her nipples to bright pink frenzy. Her head was spinning with the sensations he created low in her stomach. She knew she was wet, and ready for him whenever he decided to move along.
But he seemed quite content with ravaging her breasts and so Penny took the lead from his actions, bringing her own hands up to tweak his nipples. He jumped as if she had attached a car battery to them, then let out a long moan, “God, Penny, you know just what to do.” She tweaked again and was satisfied to see him jump again. A wicked smile crossed her face and one eyebrow raised. “So, you have sensitive nipples, do you?” For a moment she saw a flash of panic in his eyes, before she lifted her upper body, so she could gently bite one of the tiny, hard knobs of flesh. She felt, rather than saw, his head fall back, and he whispered, “More.” Happy to oblige, she licked, sucked and nibbled on his chest, feeling his skin heating up under her lips. His errant breathing and the sound of her mouth against his pec were the only sounds for a moment or two, before he growled again, and pushed her to the floor, pinning her shoulders down.
“You should be punished for that mouth,” he said as he kissed her fiercely. “That thing is a weapon.”
“I have other weapons,” she suggested, bringing her hands around to his ass and bucking her hips beneath him as she stared boldly into his eyes.
“I bet you do.” He sat back and undid the button and fly of her jeans, never dropping eye contact. Penny shuddered with the intensity of his expression. She lifted her butt and he slid her jeans and her underwear down to her knees, and one thumb started to circle her clitoris.
She was trapped under him. He had total control of her. And she couldn’t think of anywhere else she would rather be, anyone else she wanted to strum her body. A breathless laugh passed her lips. “Why have we never done this before?” she breathed.
“I don’t know,” he replied, working on his own button and fly as he continued to ply her clit with sensation. “We should have.” He finally worked his fly down then grasped his cock at the base. Penny was pleased to see it was long and hard and wide, with a huge red tip that was already glistening with moisture. She licked her lips.
He flicked his cock against her clitoris, sending delicious sparks through her with each flick. And while she couldn’t see it, Penny could hear that between them, their moisture made sucking noises with each flick. He rubbed his own length and his eyes closed. She wondered if he was as close to orgasm as she was. His fingers had disappeared into her opening, three of them, and she reveled in the movement inside and out of her. She grasped his forearms, and his eyes flew open. “It’s time, Marc. I want you in me,” she said. He didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled a foil packet from the pocket of his jeans and ripped it open, handing the sheath to Penny. She slid it on, taking the opportunity to run her hand up and down his magnificent length several times before he pushed her hand away, and positioned his cock at her opening. Still masturbating her clitoris, he slowly pushed his way into her, waiting as her body adjusted itself to his girth. She whimpered and gyrated underneath him, anxious to feel his length all the way inside her. She groaned when their pelvis’ met and clenched her internal muscles to hold him tight inside.
“God, don’t do that, you’ll have me finished before we’ve even started.” He gave her a startled smile, and she winked at him.
“We can’t have that, now, can we?”
With one swift movement, he pulled back and then slammed into her, and she gasped with the pleasure. His cock stretched her, touching every ‘g’ and ‘e’ spot she had. Smiling, he replied cheekily, “No, we cannot, young lady. Now behave.”
She jutted out her bottom lip. “Behave? But I want to be naughty.” She reached up to gently pinch his right nipple, and his sharp intake of breath made her laugh gently. He raised his eyebrows.
“Laughing, are we? Well, I think I know how to take care of that.”
With that, he rolled his hips backwards and forwards, increasing in speed, moving in and out of her channel smoothly and firmly. He held his chest above her on his strong arms, and she clasped him around the biceps as she had the breath knocked out of her with every thrust. She closed her eyes but knew that he was watching her face. She heard his murmur, “God I want to see you come so badly, Pen. Come for me.”
Her breaths shortened, and all she could feel, all she knew were the sensations of her body - his cock pounding into her, his wicked fingers still working her clitoris, and his hot breath on her, whispering the words, “Come Pen. Come for me. Do it baby.”
She exploded, white hot light behind her eyes, every muscle tightening. She opened her mouth and moaned, long and loud, shocking herself with the sound of her own orgasm. Her back arched, her feet flat against the floor, pushing her up pelvis against his.
Marc continued to ride her, his head ducked down looking at where their two bodies met. She could feel his movements becoming erratic, hear his breathing change and his muttered, “Oh yes,” before she opened her eyes and saw his perfect face open in orgasm, his mouth wide and his eyes screwed closed, his hair falling across his sweat beaded forehead, and she felt herself gathering for another orgasm, this one not anywhere near as strong as the first, but still, bringing her to a screaming, shivering completion.
Marc let his body fall across Penny, who clasped her arms around his lower back. He breathed fast, but recovered quickly, lifting his head to look at her with a lazy smile on his face. “So, how was that?”
She smiled back at him. “Worked for me. What about you?”
“Oh yes. Worked for me too.” He let his head fall against her shoulder, before he pulled himself off her. She felt robbed of his warmth. “Where are you going?”
“Looking for my shirt so I can go home.”
Penny was confused. That was it? He was just going to fuck her and then take off?
Then he gave her a naughty smile, and said, “I’m really hoping you’ll follow me.”
There was nowhere she would rather be, but she put her hands under her head and replied nonchalantly, “I could possibly do that.”
“You’d better,” he said, putting his hands over her exposed breasts. “I’m going to need to explore this body a whole lot more before the night is out.”
She shivered with excitement, her body already gathering itself for its next sexual adventure. “Just let me get dressed, and we’ll go.”
Marc’s house was, thankfully, not too far away from the bar. The Vitara was a great car, but time had dulled its shock absorbers, and with every bump in the road, Penny’s body grew tighter. She wondered what Marc had in store for her at his house. She’d been there before - they’d had a couple of post-show parties there. But she’d never been home alone with him. This would be an entirely new experience.
Shivering in the cool night, Penny waited as Marc fitted the key to the lock and opened the door. Warm, welcoming light flooded the entryway, and Penny stepped inside. Her singlet was no protection against the cool night, and she hadn’t bothered to put her bra back on, so her nipples were probably poking out to say hello. She crossed her arms across her chest.
“Oh no,” said Marc as he closed the door. He pulled her arms away from her body. “I’ve been fantasizing about those nipples all the way home. You have to let me see.”
“Marc,” she protested, and flushed as he gazed at them, only to be surprised when he took one in his teeth through the fabric of her tank top. She gasped and shuddered in surprise. Marc smiled wolfishly, before grabbing her hand. “Come on.”
He pulled her into the bathroom, turning on the shower, then turning back to her, his hands on his waistband. “Come on, babe.” He whisked his shirt off, and then swung his hips provocatively in front of her as he lowered his zip. She smiled, realizing he was commando. “So that’s how you could swing it out so easily,” she said, as his jeans dropped to the floor.
He moved in close to her, and she let him remove her singlet, and the mood in the room became serious. He ran his hands down her arms, looking deep into her eyes as she unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled out of them.
The two of them stood for a long moment, bodies barely touching, as the bathroom filled with steam. Finally, Marc dropped a sweet kiss on Penny’s lips. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she replied, and both of them smiled before wrapping their arms around each other. This kiss was tender and comforting, and when it was done, Marc took Penny’s hand and drew her into the shower cubicle.
She stood under the water, letting it run down her body, and breathing deeply in the steam. It felt good. The Vitara wasn’t exactly a five-star quality hotel, and while their lovemaking had been awesome, it had been cramped and a little uncomfortable. The hot water against her back felt great. But not as great as when Marc took the soap, lathered up his hands, and started to clean her entire body.
He started with her extremities, arms and hands, feet and legs, slowly swirling his way up her body. She ached for him to touch her, but he looked at her face and smiled, moving to her stomach, then her upper chest and neck before turning her around and giving her the best back rub she had in ages. She was just starting to think perhaps the shower was going to be a sweet, platonic exercise when she felt him move in close against her, his cock in her butt crack. Directly in her ear, she heard, “I’ve soaped up my dick.” Then he moved his cock, so it glided between her cheeks, his pelvis pushed hard up against her. “This is the way to clean your butt, right?” She sighed, feeling her pulse building up again. He reached around her and put soapy hands on her breasts. “And this is how we clean these.” He made lazy circles around her nipples, still moving his cock up and down in her crack.
She said in a sultry whisper, “I think that part is clean enough,” and she turned to face him, the water now streaming down her back. “But this side needs cleaning.”
“We need a different method to clean that properly,” he said, soaping up his hands again, and then plunging them between her legs. She groaned, and opened her stance. His fingers slid over every last piece of her, and she wondered if her knees would hold her up long enough for him to finish his ministrations. “So good,” she moaned. Then, she picked up the soap, filled her own hands with bubbles, and proceeded to stroke him, long, languishing strokes that fed a need in her. She loved to touch him, loved to see him brought to a standstill. Suddenly, she had visions of making him come, of watching as he surrendered to her.
She maneuvered him under the water and watched as the soap disappeared from him, leaving his cock long and hard and glistening. His balls were neatly trimmed, and she cupped water all around so that everything was soap free. Then, she sank to her knees.
She swirled her tongue around the end of his knob, and then popped it in and out of her mouth before slapping it against her cheek. Marc opened his legs a little wider, taking a firmer stance, and at the same time, taking a handful of Penny’s hair in his fist.
She licked him along his length, from the tip to the base and then back again, keeping her eyes locked on him. His face was intense, his lips almost locked in a snarl. She licked around the tip and took it in her mouth, then slowly took as much of his length as she could. He seemed mesmerized by watching his cock disappearing inside her mouth. Then, she tightened her lips around his width, and moved her head backward and forward along his length. She held the base of his cock as she went and used her other hand to massage and tease his balls. His hand scrunched in her hair tightened, and she let him set the pace, pushing her head back and forth.
“Oh, god, Penny,” he moaned, and grabbed more hair with his other hand. He was gasping now, his pelvis pushed hard forward so he could force as much of his cock into Penny’s mouth as he could. She regulated the depth of his thrusts with her fist around the base of his cock, but kept her lips tight around him, willing him to come with her eyes.
He did, with a roar, his cock still jammed fast between Penny’s lips. She tasted him for a moment, before swallowing his juices, milking him for all that he had.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, swift and hard. “Baby, I need my cock in you right now,” he said, and turned her around, pushing her up against the glass of the shower, and pushing himself into her from behind.
Penny had never been taken in a shower before. It was slippery, hotter and wetter than she ever imagined it would be, the heat of the water adding to the sexual heat and friction between them. Giving him head, feeling that power over him had turned Penny on in a big way, so it didn’t take long for her to come, or for Marc to reach tipping point, only to pull out and jerk himself off until he came.
Exhausted, the pair of them rinsed off, toweled down, and moved to Marc’s bed, where, despite her sodden hair and damp body, Penny fell to sleep instantly.
What felt like moments later, she was awoken by an arm bending over her hip, and fingers feeling for her pussy lips. She thought it a little strange that she wasn’t worried at all - she instantly knew where she was, and that Marc was horny again. That was fine, she felt as if she could screw him all night and still get up for work in the morning.
She scissored her top leg back to give him better access, and he rewarded her by swiping his fingers down inside her, then bringing them back up to circle her clitoris. She moaned gently, putting her hand over his and opening up further to his wicked fingers.
She was wet almost immediately. Murmuring to Marc, “I don’t know what you do to me, but you do it good,” she wriggled a little, using her hand to help him find the sweet spot. “Yes, baby, that’s the one. Just stay right there.” She could hear his breathing becoming unsettled as she started to moan with desire, “Oh god, Marc, make me come.” His fingers worked over her clit, and she could feel him behind her, his other hand clasped around his cock vigorously tugging himself to hardness. The bumping of his fist against her ass, even as he tweaked her with his other hand, was delicious, and she felt herself tightening up to orgasm.
“Oh no you don’t,” Marc muttered, and flipped her over on to her back. “Not without me.” He pulled on a condom and slammed himself into her opening. She gasped at the sensation of being opened by his big cock, but there was no pain, just instant pleasure. He rode her, his fingers squeezing her shoulders and his hips slapping against hers in a frenzied tangle of lust.
When he turned her over, Penny’s heat had reduced a little, but now, without warning, she orgasmed. She gasped and shuddered, the usual white behind her eyes a rainbow of neon. But Marc didn’t stop pushing into her. With his head thrown back and mouth wide open, he seemed to be a man possessed, knowing nothing but the thrust and pull of his cock. He grunted in pleasure, wild and primitive and simple, and she wound her legs around his waist, giving his eager cock even deeper access to her channel. In this position, she could imagine coming to orgasm again - his pelvis bounced off her clitoris with each thrust, and she felt her mind dropping away again as her primitive nature reasserted itself, and she lost herself again in orgasm, even as he did.
When their pulses had settled, Marc turned Penny on her side, facing him. “You’re amazing, Pen.”
She smiled sleepily, her head resting on her crossed arms. “You’re not so bad yourself, mister. Why did we never do this before?”
“I don’t know. We should have, hey?”
“Absolutely. We’ve known each other for years…” Penny’s eyelids grew heavy, but right on the edge of sleep, she thought she heard Marc say, “I never thought I’d love anyone again after Leanne…”