I didn't know what to say. He'd just outright rejected my proposal and ultimately, me! So much for not wanting it to be awkward. Maybe I should've worded it differently or been more seductive in my attempts at getting him to agree. I couldn't help but snigger at that last thought. When was I ever seductive?
I chewed on my bottom lip, not entirely sure where we go from here. I'd just made a complete fool out of myself, for what felt like the hundredth time, and I had no idea what was left to say.
"I don't want that." Was all he said to expand on his earlier sentence. He was really trying to bruise what little ego I had. Maybe it was his payback for my insults this morning, except I wasn't trying to insult him, I was just being honest.
"Yeah, I feel like I got that part." I tried to play it off as nonchalant as possible but I think the disappointment was probably written all over my face. I wanted to leave but it would look weak and I was trying to show more strength since weakness had been my go to with Jackson.
"You look more disappointment that I thought you would." He doesn't actually look at me. In fact, his eyes haven't left the screen since I entered the room.
I can't fight the urge to look away from him so I look directly at the screen showing the men in red lined up and singing our national anthem. The game was about to start. I take a swig of my drink and realise I'm not fully over last nights encounter with alcohol. I put it on the coffee table and sit back waiting for my friend and brother to come back and ease the tension in the room.
"I want you." It was so quiet that if I wasn't focused on everything that he was doing in my peripheral vision, I probably would've missed it.
I continued to stare at the screen but I could feel his eyes on me now. "That's what I offered you, but as we both know, you just rejected me." I was done playing nice guy with him. He was playing games and I really wasn't up for being toyed with.
"I didn't reject you. I rejected what you were asking." I still couldn't look at him. If I wanted to be strong and keep my focus, I had to avoid looking into those chocolate drops of heaven he had for eyes. I'm already losing my will!
"You don't need to explain yourself Marcus. I'm a big girl. I can take it. You don't need to treat me like I'm a fragile doll that might break."
"Oh that's not what I'm doing, trust me. I just want you to understand..." He stops abruptly as our friends come back into the room, laughing and holding each other like their lives depend on it. I was jealous. I couldn't deny that. But I couldn't have that with Marcus.
When the game started, I decided I might as well get comfy in my seat. After all, I was going to be here for two hours. Marcus seemed to get more and more uncomfortable as the game went on.
It took about twenty minutes for me to come up with a plan to get what I want. All I wanted was to have one steamy night with this sexy, egotistical man. At the end of the day, I was the innocent one, so if I accidentally stroked his leg or if my top fell a bit low, no one would think I was doing it on purpose.
With this in mind, I picked up my bottle of coors light and took a tiny swig. Ugh, just deal with it Fliss! Pretending that some was falling down the bottle, I used my tongue to very slowly lick a straight line from the bottom of the bottle, all the way to the bottle opening. Marcus moved slightly in his seat but there was no other sign that it affected him. I had to keep thinking of ways I'd seen women seduce men in movies.
I sat patiently for another five minutes or so and then accidentally let my phone slip of the sofa onto the carpet. I didn't bother to get up. Instead I knelt on my knees and stuck my ass in the air to bend off the sofa and onto the floor. It worked. I felt his whole body stiffen next to me. I knew how much these shorts ride up when I bent over and it took everything in me not to back out of my plans. I wasn't exactly blessed with an amazing body but I was slender and wasn't self conscious of showing my skin. Well, that's what I'm telling myself now.
When I sat back with my phone in my hand I noticed there was a text on my phone. It was from a number I didn't recognise.
Unknown:
Bend over like that again. I dare you!
Me:
Marcus?
Unknown:
Who the fuck else? Don't you remember writing your number all over my arm?
Oh shit. The bar. I can't believe he saved it in his phone. I didn't reply. Instead I sat quietly thinking of my next move. It took a bit longer than it should have. I really wasn't very good at this.
I threw the blanket over my body and made sure it covered his lap also. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I just shrugged as if I was being kind and didn't see the problem.
It was when my hand landed on his thigh that I heard his breath hitch and then return to normal. Clearly not wanting the other two in the room to notice. I was still sitting cross legged like a child but I had lifted my leg furthest from him so that the blanket formed a tent and it was impossible to see my hand movements by anyone looking.
I slowly moved my hand up his thigh and it was the sexiest thing to watch his breathing change and his pupils dilate. I was doing it. It was actually working! That was when his hand landed on my thigh. I held my breath and forgot what I was meant to be doing.
He leaned into my ear. He was so close I could feel his lips on the shell of my ear. "Breathe beautiful."
I let the breath out slowly and tried to forget his hands movements. This was my plan and I was the one who was turning him on.
I moved my hand closer to his crotch and quickly realised that everything I did with my hand, he copied on my leg with his. So, he wanted to play?
I wasn't backing out. I moved my hand over the bulge of his excitement and rubbed slowly. I could see the passion in his eyes and it only turned me on more. He was slow in reciprocating, but eventually he gathered himself and moved his hand in between my legs. He wasn't taking any prisoners.
Marcus moves my shorts to the side and clearly looked to rub on top of my underwear but when he realised I wasn't wearing any, he closed his eyes and sucked in his bottom lip.
He slowly slipped his fingers into my soaked folds and found my clit like an expert. God I was wet and we had hardly done anything. I was never like this with Jackson.
"Oh God." I couldn't stop the words from leaving my mouth. I threw his hand out of my shorts and withdrew mine from his crotch.
"I think I left a candle on in my room!" I was quick to think of my excuse. It was only because I now had three pairs of eyes staring at me like I was insane.
I jumped up from my seat and ran out of the room. I vaguely heard a low chuckle which I assume came from Marcus. No one seemed to question me and for that I was glad. I ran to my room and shut the door quickly. Why did I do that? It was in front of Roman. God how stupid am I?
I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. I need to go back soon or they'll think somethings wrong. Before I can bring myself to leave, my door cracks open and Marcus walks in, arrogant and sexy as hell.
"Well that was sexy as fuck."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that in front of them. I just can't help myself with you." I didn't know what else to say. Do I say I planned it? Did I plan that? I don't think I ever expected his fingers to...
"Never apologise for turning me on Fliss. Ever. I loved it. Your lack of underwear nearly made me moan myself. I'm surprised I kept it in." I didn't know how to respond and to make matters worse, I was now blushing uncontrollably.
Before I had formed a sentence together, he was across the room in three long strides and slowly pushing me to lie my back down on the bed with my head on my pillows. His strong hands were on my shoulders, pushing me further into the mattress. I could smell his earthy cologne and it screamed of masculinity. It was like a drug and I was an addict.
I went to ask him what was going on when his mouth crashed to mine. There it was again. That look of pure passion in his eyes. It was my undoing. I couldn't control myself around him when his eyes were as sexy as the act of sex itself.
"Your going to come and quickly. We can't be long." I don't think I even registered what he said because his lips were back on mine. All I know is that it was a siren to my insides and butterflies were quick to fly in the pit of my stomach.
His hand was holding the back of my neck firmly while his other hand roamed my body like he was hungry for something only I could give. His hands were huge and firm in their hold. I knew I couldn't escape him, not that my body would let me.
My mouth opened willingly and he was quick to take advantage and thrust his tongue into my mouth. His breath was warm and sweet. This was a kiss of passion and by no means tender. It was lust driven and nothing else. What's more was that I loved it, every second of it was maddening and my body was craving even the slightest realise.
I pushed my chest into his and he noticed what I wanted and smiled against my lips. He pulled the cups of the fitted vest down and his fingers moved against my sensitive nubs. I couldn't help but moan in his mouth and he started to grind his hips in between my legs. Right where I needed it. God he was driving me insane. Two more thrusts of his hips and then his hand moved from my breasts to the softness on the inside of my thighs.
"So fucking sexy," Is all he said before he moved his hand up my thigh. Moving my shorts to the side again, he moaned appreciatively and continued the torture he started downstairs.
I whimpered slightly as his finger moved through my folds and around my clit but never actually touching. Teasing me and driving me insane.
"You're so wet for me Fliss. Do you want me to make you come?" He was so slick and sensual in the way he spoke.
"Yes... Please" I couldn't stop myself now even if I wanted to. I wanted this. I needed this. I needed him.
He continued his torture and kissed his way down my jaw and my neck. He stopped on the sensitive spot just below my ear lobe and licked up and down, dotting soft kisses every now and then. Whereas his fingers were anything but soft. Always rubbing the skin around my clit and flicking the tips of his fingers over it every now and again, just enough to get a feel for how good it will be.
"Never ask me to be your fuck buddy again Felicity. I want more than that and you know it."
"No, no. It won't work." I can't form sentences properly and he's using this to get what he wants.
"I want more. You want this right?" He swipes his fingers over my clit for a second and I buck my hips at his touch. He was making it even more sensitive by being so close but never there. He was doing it on purpose, that had become quite clear. He knew he had dominion over me right now and that was sexy as hell.
"Yes." I wanted sex with him there was no point in lying.
"Then tell me that we can have more. I want you Fliss. I've wanted you for a while. You were never available for me and now I can't let you walk away without trying. Tell me yes. Tell me we can try to do this and I'll let you come." He wasn't playing fair and he knew it. Just as I'm about to say stop he slides his fingers onto my clit and adds the smallest amount of pressure and moves as slow as possible. He bends his head and trails kisses over my collarbone and I moan his name twice. It's tantalisingly glorious. I want him, all of him. Who am I kidding?
"You can have me." I whisper and I'm shocked that I actually say it.
"I need to hear you say we'll try. You'll be mine, exclusively and I'll be yours. I want this Fliss. I want you, always. I've had enough of wanting you from the sidelines and pretending I only want to be your friend. I've never been serious with anyone so I know I'll fuck up at some point, but I want it all with you!" He's pleading now but he's aggressive in the way he talks. I can feel the longing in his voice, like he's wanted to get this out in the open for years.
"You're mine, I'm yours." It's all I can say. I look in his eyes and it seems to be enough to spur him on. He applies more pressure to his tantalising fingers before moving them further down and finally entering me. It feels like pure ecstasy when his thumb takes the spot of rubbing my clit. His fingers take on a steady rhythm but his thumb is ruthless. I'm so close. I can feel the build up in the bottom of my stomach.
He bends his head once again but this time he kisses me perfectly on my lips. This kiss was different to the ones before. It was like he was desperate, like he couldn't wait to have the words said aloud, for them to be real and now he was claiming me.
Sensing how close I am, Marcus pushes himself up slightly to look in my eyes and then his torturing hand starts working faster until I'm shaking. My legs feel out of control and I slam my eyes shut.
"Marcus!" I shout and I could feel my toes curl as I come hard around his fingers. It's never felt like that. My world just came apart at the seams for this man and for him only. I think that was the first time I'd ever been able to come from a mans fingers alone.
"I could watch you come over and over again. So fucking hot." He whispers against my mouth.
I was still coming down from my intense orgasm when the door opened and Alice walked in.
"Oh Jesus Fliss!" She slammed the door shut on her way out and I knew that wasn't the end of that.
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