GRACE

 

 

I felt guilty for lying about when my birthday was, so I sat quietly the rest of the time we were at the bar.  I could tell Markus sensed something was wrong, and he had a great idea with dancing, but tonight, my heart just wasn’t in it. I tried with everything in me––I tried to enjoy the three slow songs that happened to play, but nothing was working.

Being gathered into his warm arms, I could feel his heart beating faster being so close to me. As we swayed to the first song I tried and tried to think of something to say, but I came up blank.

Swaying was the only way I could actually dance.  I was laughable at it.  My father had sent us to classes, but I was horrible.  I was asked to leave, even though they lost lots of money because of it.  Talia was great, she could dance ballet, salsa––you name it; she could dance it.  I wasn’t jealous––nope, not a chance.

As I tried to enjoy the man I had my arms wrapped around, his warmth, his cheek pressed against the top of my head, I felt his hand stroke my long hair, down my back, pressing my hips against his erection. Now that got my attention.

I rubbed my face against his shirt, smelling the fresh scent of his laundry soap.  All I could think was, At least the drinks were great––fruity, but great.  I didn’t taste any alcohol like I did before.

I finally got Markus to sit back down and get some appetizers to eat so we didn’t only have alcohol in our systems. I was actually beginning to think he had watered mine down. I had already had four fruity drinks before he stopped me––Wuss.  But boy were those drinks good!  

I wobbled along beside Markus laughing at every funny thing he said to me, even ones that I didn’t understand––and there were many. All the appetizers must have been what made me light-headed, not the drinks that didn’t have enough alcohol, I thought to myself.

Suddenly, he picked me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing. Wow!  Strong man, I thought.

When I looked at him, he wasn’t smiling with me. Instead, his lips were straight and tight.

“Whassss wwrrrong?” I slurred

He gazed down at me with a guilty expression on his face.  Guilty? Why would he feel guilty?

“I shouldn’t have let you have so many drinks. I knew they were way too strong.” Markus shook his head at himself in disgust.

“Ston…strong? They wert strong,” I said, shaking my head. What is wrong with my voice? Why am I struggling so hard to think or get words out? Maybe I am drunk after all.

I laid my head back, my cheek against his shoulder, and sighed. I’m tired.

With me in his arms, he carefully carried me back to the elevator, where we headed back up to his room.  With a swipe of the keycard, he entered with me still in his arms.

He laid me on his bed, and after moving the comforter and sheet aside, he began removing my clothes for me. He left my bra on, but since I wasn’t wearing panties–well…I was like his doll. I couldn’t even move.

Just as Markus began to cover me up with the sheet and comforter, I recovered enough use of my limbs to raise my arm to stop him.

“Bella, I’ve got to cover you up. I don’t want to take advantage of you in this state.” His voice was gruff in his desire for me––strained with want. It gave me power. I was powerful in my drunkness. Yes, I made the word up.

“But I want you to take advantage of me. I crave it.”

He looked at me, his brows furrowed in his uncertainty. I reached up with one arm and took his large hand into mine, a finger running over his knuckles and the veins.  For a man that supposedly sits at a desk, his hands are surprisingly rough.

With all the strength I could muster, I pulled him down hard.  The uncertainty that he once had changed swiftly to surprise as he fell on top of me, catching himself at the last moment before crushing me under his complete weight.  I had already spread my legs to him, so when he fell, it was right where I wanted him––between my legs.  Yeah, baby––got what I wanted.

Lifting my upper body, my hands linked behind his head and pulled it down to mine for a hard, wet kiss.  I was the aggressor now.

My tongue thrust between his lips and battled with his until he was stroking against me gently. I could taste the bourbon in his mouth, as I was sure he could taste my fruity cocktails.

Reaching out he fondled and massaged my full breasts.  My nipples were standing at attention, waiting impatiently for their turn. Though, they didn’t have long to wait.

With ease, his fingers plucked and twisted them, making me twist and turn. My lower area was a pressure cooker, just waiting to explode.

No longer able to control myself, my hands began doing some exploring of their own. Well, well––looks like I found something large to play with.  And play and fondle I did.

My thumb stroked along the top of the crown, finding his slit dripping with precum. Mouth watering at the idea, I pushed him back until I was sitting atop of him. Sliding down until I was at eye level with his cock, my hand gripped the base, as my mouth engulfed the crown, tongue swirling all around, not knowing where to stop.  Teasingly, I licked his slit, savoring the taste of his cum that had emerged.

Markus’ hands gently fisted in my hair, and I could tell he was trying to gently encourage me onward. I had never deep throated before, and honestly, I didn’t know if I could––without choking.

Taking him as deep as I could, Markus’ hands continued to hold the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding with both hands spanning my head to my cheeks. If I couldn’t do it, I knew he would immediately let go.

Lifting a hand to his balls, I gently rolled them as my other hand held his dick. My tongue swirled around the head before taking more of his shaft as my head bobbed faster.

“Enough.” His voice was harsh.

As my head bobbed, my eyes traveled past the dick I was sucking on, past his luscious abs, all the way to his intense eyes.

My lips curled into a sinful smile at the ends.

Popping my mouth off, I gave his cockhead one more lick before licking my lips for one final taste of him.

As Markus lightly ran his hands down my neck to my arms, and down my sides to settle on my hips, I laid down my hands, hungrily reaching for more cock. My virginity gone, I was now hooked.

Eluding my grasping hands with an evil chuckle, Markus reached for me, grabbing my wrists in one large hand, easily shackling me.

Stretching my arms above my head, his other hand had free roam, allowing him to fondle one breast, while his mouth fondled the other. Fitting as much of my breast in his mouth as he could, his tongue lashed and tickled my nipple.

Now it was my turn to be tortured. My body moved this way and that, trying to relieve itself.

Leaving my breast, his hand travelled down my ribs, past my stomach, to my clit. Markus played and rubbed my clit like a pro, until I was screaming and panting, begging for more.

Drawing pity on me, he took his cock in hand, rubbing the head in my juices before waiting at my entrance.

What the heck was he waiting for?  I wiggled my hips at him, trying to ease the building pressure. Grabbing my hip, he held me still. Markus leaned down, giving me a sweet peck on the lips before crashing hungrily down to mine.

After a quick wink, he thrust himself inside me––hard. Again and again.  As he plundered my pussy, I could feel the pressure building inside of me with each stroke of his cock.

When we finally found a rhythm together, my hips naturally figured out what to do.  I watched in fascination as Markus’ hips curled in, then out, then in again. The way his dick disappeared inside of me–––the sight alone had me coming undone at the seams.  My throat tightened, and only a strangled sob was heard as my orgasm wracked my body.

As if on cue, he stiffened, his eyes closed, head thrown back, and I could feel him release his essence inside of me.

Collapsing on top of me, he buried his face in the pillow. I turned my head to see his hand playing with my hair, unconsciously curling a thick strand around his fingers. To me, that was one of the sexiest things he could possibly do.

Turning his head to look me in the eyes, Markus’ hand gently walked along my stomach.  My stomach lurched with an emotion I couldn’t quite contemplate in response to the gentle caresses.

“Grazi, bella mia,” he rumbled, his eyes remaining fixated on mine. I was so mesmerized I couldn’t look away.

“For what?” I whispered.

“Your first time––your virginity. I will treasure the memory always.” I blushed at what he was saying, turning away in embarrassment.  Why would anyone treasure my virginity? I had wanted to get it over with for years.  I was actually relieved.

His hand continued their journey, tracing patterns on my bare hip as I sighed, placing my hand on his pecs.  My hand slid down to his ridged abs, amazement painting my face.  I can’t believe how hard and tight his muscles are at forty-five.

“Do you work out a lot?” I asked, my hand still rubbing along his abs and muscles, which jumped at my light touch.

“Every day,” he grunted, his hand stilling mine.

“I don’t––I can’t stand it.”

“Well, I know some horizontal exercises we can do everyday,” he said, his hand pressing into my ribs and the side of my breast. Markus leaned down to give me a light kiss, smoothing his lips over mine sweetly.

When the kiss was over, I groaned and put an arm over my eyes. “Not the response I was looking for after a kiss,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at me.

I giggled and pointed at the sky, which was just a beginning to show signs of rose and grey through the darkness of the early morning sky.  “I don’t do well on no sleep,” I replied.

“Well lay down, bella––hide those gorgeous blue eyes from me for a while and sleep.” Markus said, laying his head on the pillow, closing his eyes and pretending loud, obnoxious snores.

I giggled again at his silliness but laid my head next to his, mine facing him so I could watch him before I slept.  Just as my eyes began to close there was loud banging on the front door.  It sounded like someone was going to bust it in.

Markus jumped up, running naked to the front door, a golf club he had picked up on the way in his hand. He looked behind him for a moment to see me wrapped in the top sheet from the bed, peering around the side of the door.

Frowning, he shook his head at me, which I of course ignored. With a loud, put upon sigh, he turned his attention back toward the door being banged on. Flicking the locks, he threw the door open at the same time he raised the golf club to brain whoever was trying to get in.  As soon as the door opened my father threw a punch at Markus, as if he knew he would be the one to open it.  Reacting quickly, Marcus dodged the fist and threw one of his own, knocking my father off his feet.

Seeing the scene play out before me, I screamed, running forward I forgot about the sheet and fell, crashing to the floor.