Chapter 18
MARCUS
I meant for the game to be a fun way of us getting to know each other better, but fuck that idea. Seeing her cheeks flush pink, and her eyes burn with need, tonight will end with Willow in my bed.
Her tongue darts out and she wets her lips. Fuck, I’m so hard my cock is about to tear through my pants.
Willow looks uncertain about the question she wants to ask.
“How many times do I orgasm during sex?”
Shit, I’m going to get this one wrong. I stare at her as I think about my answer. The uncertain look is still on her face. Wait. Is she nervous about the question?
Then it hits me.
“No way. Are you serious? What kind of assholes did you sleep with that they couldn’t make you orgasm?”
I take a step closer as she shrugs.
“It’s not their fault. I just can’t orgasm without some serious hand action down there.”
The blush deepens on her cheeks, but she never looks away from me.
Taking the final step that separates us, I wrap my left arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against me. My free hand settles on the curve of her ass, as she places her hands on my shoulders.
I slide my hand from her lower back to her side. I keep my hand above her shirt as I brush my fingers over her ribs and up along the swell of her breast until I reach the smooth skin covering her collarbone.
When I feel her shiver at my touch, I move my hand behind her neck and tilt her head back.
Her lips part as she takes a breath. Fuck, I want to taste her. I want to lick and bite her into submission.
“Marcus,” she whispers, drawing my eyes back to hers. Fear creeps into her eyes, mixing with the desire she feels for me. “Please don’t have sex with me if you’re not sure about us.”
I lean down and keeping my eyes locked on hers, I don’t stop until I can feel her breath on my lips.
“Willow, I’m not going to have sex with you.” I watch as the fear makes way for a look of disappointment, so I quickly continue, “There will definitely be times when I will rip your clothes off and fuck you so hard that you will still feel me inside of you the next day.”
Her breaths come faster from the sexual tension between us.
“I am so sure about us that I’m going to take you to my apartment where I will make love to you. Nothing I do to you will just be sex.”
I step away from her and grab my jacket from the floor. I wrap it around her shoulders and help her push her arms into the sleeves.
As I button it, I say, “This will have to cover you until we get to the apartment.”
I grab my shoes while Willow picks up her jeans and sandals, then I wrap my arm around her and walk her to the stairs.
We don’t say anything until I’ve locked the front door behind us. I drop my shoes right there, and take Willow’s jeans and sandals from her, letting it fall to the floor.
“Fuck the bedroom. We’ll get to that later,” I growl as I strip my jacket off Willow’s body.
The unsure look on her face tells me all I need to know. Even though she’s had sex before, she has no confidence when it comes to sex.
I wrap my arm around her waist and holding her to me, I walk us over to the couch. When I reach the spot where I kissed her last night, I let go of her and pull her shirt over her head.
“Willow, you better start taking my clothes off, or I’m going to fuck you while fully clothed,” I warn her.
Her fingers are trembling as she starts to unbutton my shirt. When she’s done with the last one, she slowly pulls my shirt open. She looks at the new scar as she lightly traces a finger over it.
Emotions flash over her face, then she whispers, “You didn’t die.”
Whatever uneasiness she was still feeling about us, melts away as her eyes start to sparkle with happiness.
She lifts herself on her toes and slams her mouth to mine. Yanking my shirt off, she throws it to the side and starts to make quick work of my belt.
It’s my turn to be kissed senseless, and it takes me a few seconds before I manage to take the control back from her.
I help her shove the pants down my legs and reach for the snap of her bra. It comes undone quickly, but I take my time pulling the straps down her arms.
Breaking the kiss, I look down.
“Fuck, I’m lucky,” I growl at the sight of her perfect breasts. This woman is unearthly beautiful.
Wanting to see all of her, I drop to one knee. I take hold of the fabric and just like I did with her bra, I slowly pull her panties down her legs.
When she's naked in front of me, going slow is no longer an option.
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WILLOW
Before I can start to feel self-conscious, Marcus stands up, grabs hold of my hips, and turns me around.
When his fingers brush over the curve of my butt, I start to laugh.
He places his other hand on my lower back and pushes me forward until I’m leaning over the back of the couch, which quickly makes me stop laughing.
Oh crap, my butt is practically in the air. I glance over my shoulder to see what he’s doing.
He gives me a cocky smile as he catches me watching him.
“So you won’t orgasm without some serious hand action?”
I nod, and when his hand brushes over my butt and slips between my legs, I have to brace myself against the couch with my arms.
He doesn’t push his finger inside me but instead flicks my clit. I’m so shocked by the instant pleasure I feel, that I freeze to focus on it.
“Spread your legs wider,” he growls.
As I spread my legs, he flicks my clit again, making my body jerk from the sharp but fleeting pleasure. Hearing the tear of foil is a comforting sound. At least one of us is still thinking responsibly.
I anticipate feeling Marcus’ cock between my legs, but instead, he starts to lightly massage my clit.
All the light touches are going to be the end of me. I squirm against his hand, needing Marcus to stop being so damn gentle.
“Can we get to the part where you put the wand in the chamber of secrets?” I plead.
Marcus freezes behind me, and I hear a spurt of laughter. “You still can’t say fuck?”
“It’s too vulgar,” I whisper.
“Say it,” he orders, which makes me glance over my shoulder again as I shake my head.
“Say it, Willow,” he growls as he grabs hold of my hips.
“Fuck,” I snap. “Just fuck me already!”
I didn’t expect him to actually do it.
He slams into me so hard, my arms give way beneath me. My breath gets stuck on a gasp, and it takes a moment for my brain to play catch-up with the fact that Marcus is inside me.
At least, that’s what I thought until he thrusts deeper.
“Oh shit,” I breathe as he stretches my inner walls, making me feel impossibly full.
When he pushes even deeper still, I grab hold of the nearest pillow and shove it against my face so he won’t hear the groan as pleasure ripples through me.
Crap, he’s big.
When he’s seated to the hilt inside of me, he leans over me, grabs the pillow from my hands, and throws it across the room.
“I want to hear you scream,” he says breathlessly, and then he pulls back.
His fingers dig into my hips as he pushes inside of me.
This time the sharp sound of my breath catching in my throat echoes through the room. I’m not prepared as he starts to move fast and hard, and the whimpers and groans escaping from me are slightly mortifying.
When his one hand slips around the front of me, and he roughly starts to rub my clit, I don’t care about the sound of our skin slapping or the fact that my butt is in the air. I don’t even care whether the neighbors can hear me as my groans grow louder.
My pleasure builds so fast it catches me by surprise. The orgasm hits hard, numbing my legs and sending all my strength to my vocal cords.
“Fuck,” I scream as I lose total control over my body. My butt grinds back against Marcus as he slams into me, burying his cock so deep it makes my pleasure increase instead of diminish.
He leans over me, circling my waist with one arm, while his other hand works the bundle of nerves between my legs. Feeling his chest rub against my back as he keeps pounding into me, is so unbelievably amazing.
As I start to come down from my orgasm, I can finally focus on what it feels like to be skin to skin with Marcus.
His cock strokes my inner walls as he sinks back inside of me, and it brings tears to my eyes.
Marcus is inside me.