Chapter 9Game of Chance
“You can’t have it both ways,” she said sharply. “You either get Kim or me, but I’m not going to be an addition. I’m not going to be your dirty little secret.”
“I don’t want you to be!”
“Who do you choose, Marshall?” she asked, looking straight into his eyes. “Listen to this,” she advised, placing a hand over his heart.
“I’m trying,” he grinned weakly.
//
“So, this is your studio?”
“One of them.”
“It looks very high-tech.”
“It is,” he nodded.
“Why did you have Curtis bring me here and not the house?”
“I wanted to be somewhere neutral, and I wanted to show you that I was serious… This is the most important place to me.”
“Serious about what?” she asked innocently.
“About you…us?”
“There’s an us.”
“I’d like there to be,” he said slightly wistfully.
“So do I,” she murmured and brought him close to her.
//
“Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about this?” he whispered as he caressed her cheek with his palm.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” she smiled wickedly.
She laid against the controls on the dashboard, and groaned when Marshall pushed it against it. “You think we could move this to…somewhere that I won’t have all these funny things poking me?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he nodded and lifted her up.
Automatically, her legs wound around his torso, and he took her inside the recording room.
“Better?” he questioned after settling them on the carpeted floor.
“Much.”
//
“Oh, Marshall,” she sighed as he kicked off his pants and boxers. “Last night wasn’t enough—”
“I hear you,” he agreed and made quick work of the clothes she wore.
Their lips meant in a furious collision—hot and undoing—their tongues dueled together, fighting and intertwining as their passion burned at both ends. Marshall’s knee parted her thighs, pressed harshly between them, could feel her wetness through her thin panties.
“God, you’re wet,” he said astounded.
“What can I say,” she gasped as his fingers dipped below and caressed her intimately, “you make me hot.”
“Do I?” he grinned.
“Mhm! You wanna know somethin’ else?”
“Yeah, baby, I do.”
“Just thinkin’ about having your cock inside me…gets me soakin’…”
He groaned. “You’re bad.”
“You gonna teach me a lesson? Punish me?” she gave him a saucy smile.
“Maybe I won’t give you what you want…”
“Oh, you won’t? I think you will.”
“You sound so sure of yourself!” he teased.
“I know your weakness, Mr. Mathers!”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“Me!” she growled and pulled his head down to hers for a greedy kiss.
//
“You’re killing me,” she whined.
“Not for long,” he promised and continued his deliberate, torturous ministrations as he entered her agonizingly slow.
As he fully sheathed himself within her hot, consuming core, they sighed simultaneously; the joining so desperately wanted, the fulfillment was intoxicating satisfaction.
“Oh god, baby…” Marshall said and threw his head back as he felt her inner muscles tighten around him.
“Why don’t you fuck me like you mean it already?” she complained and swiveled her hips enticingly around his erection.
He gave her a shocked expression before withdrawing nearly completely from her depths. “As you wish, sweetheart,” he said endearingly and slammed harshly, deeply, between her thighs.
Their hips gyrated and scorched as they melted and tore away from each other; she mewled as he quickened their already feverish pace. Her moans were breathy and constant as she bucked against him instinctively; he was winding her to a tight, ready coil.
His name burst from her lips as his hand massaged her breast, teasing her nipple; he twisted it sharply, brushed his knuckles against the peaking flesh.
“Oh god, oh god,” she mumbled incessantly.
Marshall felt her muscles flutter against his, sending him across that barrier and into a heavenly ecstasy with her; her fingers gripped his shoulders just as his hands had a ruthless hold on her hips. They held each other there—just bathing as sensations swept over them; all blistering and heady, overwhelming and completing. Together, they lay in the afterglow; enjoying total and utter bliss.
//
“Where the hell is he?” Dre fumed as he slammed his fists against his desk.
Curtis smiled bemusedly.
“Do you think this is funny?”
“Nah.”
“Well, do you know where he is?”
“Yeah, I think I have an idea.”
“The smart thing to do is go and get him!”
“Trust me, that ain’t the smart thing to do.”
“Why not? I own both your asses!”
“Marshall’s a little busy.”
“With?”
“Marshall’ll probably kill me for tellin’ you, but he’s in his studio—”
“Shit, then let’s go and get him!”
“He ain’t alone, Dre!”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s with someone,” Curtis said pointedly.
“Kim?”
“Nah, another girl.”
Dre leaned back in his chair and folded his hands thoughtfully. “Marshall never blows off business.”
“I know.”
“This is serious, then.”
“I don’t know about that,” Curtis shrugged.
“Trust me, it is,” Dre replied ominously.
Chapter 10
Author: zines@aol.com
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