I sat there, looking at the New York City skyline trying to remember what my abuela looked like. I felt Martin squeezed my hand, and I turned to look at him through my glasses.The next thing I know he’s taking them off my face and wiping my tears with the pad of his thumbs.
“Lena...” I watched as he looked at me with such pity. And instantly, anger filled me.
“Please, I don’t want your pity. I don’t want to be treated as some fragile piece of shit.”
He scooted closer and cupped both cheeks in his hands,”Lena, I don’t look at you with pity. I just hate to hear such a horrible event happen to a girl I now call my friend.To hear that you had to go through that at such a young age breaks my heart.”
Another tears escapes as I look into the depths of his eyes, now a beautiful vivid blue due to the sunny conditions. “Just don’t...don’t treat me differently,” I whispered. He looked at me and smiled, before pulling me in his lap abruptly. I landed with a squeal,”Martin! What the hell?!” I tried to get up but found myself receiving a bear hug from him. With a laugh I tried to pull away from him.
“Ugh..get off me peasant!”
He squeezed tighter, “Me a peasant? Do I need to remind you of the roles that have been established before?” He pulled out of the hug he was enslaving me in and kept his face only a few inches from my face. “Wow,” he sighed.
“Wow what?” I heard myself barely whisper.
He pushed my hair out of my face, “Even with red puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and a little bit of snot in your nose. You still take my breath away.”
At that I threw my head back shaking with laughter. “You are too much, Martin. I can’t even deal” I looked back towards him and felt my breath hitch, the air got tighter, and we were suspending in each other’s gazes for what seems like minutes.
Then his lips crashed with mine. I responded immediately, yearning for the warmth of his touch. Moaning slightly when he began to run his fingers through my chocolate brown hair. He picked me up, only breaking the kiss for a second to open the door back into the room.
He tossed me gently onto the bed, and crawled over trailing kisses along my collarbone. He found the sweet spot under my ear, and i let out a strangled moan.
“Lena?” He began to creep my makeshift shirt dress up my torso. “Tell me to stop.” He grabbed my lip between his teeth and pulled slowly, creating a haze in my vision. All the while his hand was was slowly creeping towards the base of my panties.
Driving me absolutely mad.
Before I could stop myself, I grabbed his face and brought his lips to mine, breaking the kiss only long enough to whisper “Don’t stop” against his lips.
The dam broke then and there. He ripped my shirt off, sending that and the fedora I was wearing flying across the room. My bra was off within second, and one of my sensitive buds twirling it between his teeth almost making me fall apart.
My mind blurred even further as I felt Martin slip his hands into my panties, dangerously rubbing against my core. His mouth covered mine, catching all of the moans and cries I was letting out in ecstasy.
“Fuck!” I opened my eyes in confusion looking up to see Martin running a hand through his hair looking flushed and frustrated.
“What’s wrong?” I watched as his god-crafted naked body leaned back to rest on his knees.
“You’re staring.” He said with a smile.
“You’re avoiding the subject, what’s up”
He groaned and covered his eyes his hand, “I don’t have a condom. Which sucks, because I bet by now you’ve come to your senses, and not let this happen. And I really want this to happen.”
As he spoke, I crawled so I was right in front of him, feeling my close presence he removed his hand from his eyes. I pressed my body flush against his, and the warmth of his chest against my bare skin. Leaving a trail of butterfly kisses up from his breastbone to right below his ears, hoping I was making him burn with desire the same way he had made me.
“It’s okay,” I worked my way to his other ear, “I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been with anyone for almost four years.”
He groaned and took my mouth in his again, tearing my underwear from my body. He positioned himself at my entrance, staring in my eyes one last time, before slowly sliding in. My breath hitched, and my eyes closed, as he began to rock in and out of me.
“Shit. You’re so tight...”He started to pick up speed, “Christ.” I felt myself start to tighten around him, forewarning of what was to come.
His grunts got louder and more frequent, the sounds of our pants starting to meld together.
The closer I got, the more heat started to build in the core of my belly.
“Martin...”I gasped as he grabbed me so that I was sitting on him as he quickened his assault. “Yes, oh my God yes. Please. Please don’t stop”
In my ear he whispered “Let go Lena. Let go for me.” And at that. I lost it. I spiraled in and out of bliss as I found my release. I could feel him get harder and empty in to me as he found his too. We both fell back on to the bed, and spent a few moments catching our breath. He brought me closer and brought the sheets haphazardly. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is him drawing small circles on my shoulders as I snuggled on to him.
“Lena” I felt myself being nudged. My eyes fluttered open and I looked to see Martin’s piercing blue eyes staring back at me.
“Bah, what do you want. I’m tired and comfortable, “I snuggled more into the blankets and closed my eyes once again.
“Well, then I guess I’m going to Central Park by myself.” At that my eyes popped open and I shot up from lying down.
“Wait! I’ll be ready in ten minutes!” I jumped out of bed ignoring my naked state and went straight to my suitcase. “Are we going straight to the fabric swatch thing after?” I asked him over my shoulder.
“Nah...I was thinking we could get a bite to eat before that. It’s only like 12:30 right now, so we have loads of time.”
“The event tonight...how do we need to be dressed?”
“Nightclub attire, it’s a more modern laid back show we are seeing tonight.”
I hooked a bra on and slipped on a thong before rummaging through the rest of my suitcase. After a few minutes of debate, I decide on a pair of leather short shorts, and off-the-shoulder top, and some platform for shoes. I quickly put my outfit on, and ran to the bathroom to do my make up, keeping it natural. Within minutes, I walked out to see Martin relaxing on the bed looking at his phone. I felt my face heat up as images came to mind of what we were doing on that same bed not even thirty minutes ago. He caught me staring, and I immediately looked away, walking quickly to retrieve my discarded sunglasses and fedora that were thrown across the room during our little tryst. I also walked and got my purse, as well as my phone from the bedside table on my side of the bed.As I was getting my things together, I felt his prence get closer to me, and before I knew it he was holding my body flush to his back.
“Are you ready to go?” He asked as he peppered kisses on my bare shoulder, making me moan appreciatively. But just as quickly as he came, he was dragging me out of the room behind him towards the elevator, with me still hazy from our short contact.
This man is driving me absolutely crazy.
A/N: Hey it’s me! lol long time no see! I promise to update much more often, this last year has been BUSY BUSY BUSY! Enjoy! Vote/Comment/Share.
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Selena, abandoned when she was 16, has never had life come easy to her. She lives with her best and only friend, Whitney Boulregard, and they both work at Mrs. Lee's Men Lounge, or just another name for a strip club. All her life she's done things s...