Chapter 5
Marshall frozen for a fraction of a second before throwing caution to the wind and stepping into the shelter of her arms.
“Are you sure?” he whispered studying the fragile lines of her face that were softly illuminated by the pale light of the moon overhead.
“Yes...”
“I can’t make you any promises...”
“I’m not asking you for any...” she said breathlessly. Feeling the hard lines of his body pressed intimately against her was numbing her sense of perception.
“Just sex?”
“Just sex...” she affirmed with a shaky nod of her head.
He leaned in capturing her lips in a scorching kiss that shot sparks raging through both of them. His blood was on fire, it was practically boiling. He ran his hands smoothly around her waist and down over the soft swell of her ass jerking her lower body roughly against his. She could feel his desire for her pressed firmly against her through the soft material of his pants. He was so hard, it was driving her mad. This need...God she couldn’t explain it...the need that was steadily racing through her...to have him consume her, take her, use her...she didn’t care she just needed to feel his skin on hers, his lips on hers, his hands on her flesh, his hardness within her body. Her mind was spiraling out of control...she couldn’t see through the red haze of lust that clouded her vision. He squeezed her ass in his hands effectively pulling her more solidly against his hardness and she moaned helplessly.
“I want you Taylor” he ran his tongue smoothly across the line of her jaw to whisper in her ear “I want you so fucking bad”
His breath hot and sultry tickling her ear sent goose bumps trailing wildly across her skin.
“Then take me Marshall, I’m right here”
He turned her body slipping one arm underneath her waist and the other underneath her knees scooping her up. He stood like some medieval knight in the middle of her driveway with her cradled in his arms and bent his head down to trail his tongue sensually across her bottom lip forcing her mouth open. He dipped his tongue expertly into the warm recesses of her mouth intimately stroking her tongue with his. Their lips remained locked in a brutally passionate kiss. Each sucking the breath from the other as the kiss sent them flying to places unchartered and better left alone. He pulled his mouth from hers straining to get his breathing back under control. He turned his face to stare down at her...her red, swollen, pouty lips and soft sultry eyes almost brought him to his knees. ‘It should be a sin to look that delectable’ his mind absorbed and his whole body shuttered. The intensity in her exotically sweet eyes burned him. She was like some kind of witch casting a deliciously intoxicating spell over him...he couldn’t break it if he wanted to but fuck it he didn’t want to. He started walking slowly towards the house never loosening his grip on the enchanting woman held tightly in his arms.
It was as if everything around her had suddenly gone into slow motion. His agonizingly slow steps...his breathing...soft and slow trickling out to warmly flutter across her flushed face. It was all so much yet not enough. ‘Would it ever be enough’ she wondered idly. She wanted him so bad it was beyond reason. She could still clearly remember the wickedly intoxicating things that he had done to her body on that erotically fulfilling night they’d spent fucking each other’s brains out. ‘Was it wrong to want him like this?’ ...Probably but right now she didn’t really give a shit about right and wrong. Her body was in control, her mind would suffer later but right now her body wanted what she knew for a fact he could give her. Absolute, complete and totally unadulterated *pleasure*...
He stepped in front of the door to her home and she reached out turning the knob torturously slow. He could hear her pulse pounding in his ears, feel her choppy breath against the sensitive skin on his neck. It was slowly dragging him in, magnetically pulling him under. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her heat and forget about life, just forget about everything but her. The door opened slightly and he kicked it all the way open with his foot stepping over the thresh hold and into her home turning to kick the door shut again with his foot.
“Which way?” he asked. His voice husky from barely restrained lust.
She pointed with shaky fingers and he made his way down the hall picking up the pace as they got closer to her room...which was her haven, her sanctuary from all the strange little intricacies in life. She was allowing him access into this place, her place and though she’d surely regret the intrusion later tonight she only wanted *him*...*here*...* now*...
He stepped through the open doorway of her room and gently placed her on her feet stepping back to take her in. His eyes traveled slowly from the top of her head all the way down to her tiny toes that were poking out of her strappy little sandals. She was breathtaking. Her eyes were the most unique shade he’d ever seen...they reminded him of cinnamon flecked with tiny bits of gold. Her hair was a mass of thick golden curls hanging loose to cascade down her back. She wasn’t what you would call thin but she certainly wasn’t heavy...she was nicely rounded in all the right places. He could see her chest heaving in and out....
“Change your mind?”
“No” she whispered thickly.
He reached out placing his hands in her silky hair, running his fingers through the thick curls he pulled her mouth down to settle hungrily over his. Their tongues silkily stroked each other’s dueling for control, for possession. It was a fight to the finish. Neither gaining the complete control of the other that they sought. He moved his hands from her hair lightly trailing them down her sides to grasp her hips roughly kneading his fingers into her flesh. She moaned brokenly into his mouth bringing her hands up to lightly push against his chest breaking the drugging kiss.
“Please...” she begged, not sure exactly what she was begging for, she just knew she needed something.
He gently pushed her back towards the bathroom stopping just before they actually entered the room and slid his hands down over her chest grasping the bottom of her top sliding it up across her stomach and over her head dropping it forgotten to the floor before he ran his hands smoothly around to her back grazing her heated flesh to unclasp her bra, discarding it just as he’d done her shirt. He bent down to capture one of her puckered nipples in his mouth applying just enough pressure to make her body shutter. While he worked her ripe nipple in his hot, hungry mouth he slowly unbuttoned her jeans and worked them over her hips letting them slide down her legs to pool around her ankles. He released his hold on her breast and she stepped out of her pants taking a step back into the bathroom. He followed her in flipping the switch on the wall illuminating the bathroom with dim light....
“You are fucking gorgeous” he whispered raking his eyes over her lush body.
He peeked around her noticing the huge roman tub tucked into the corner of the room and moaned thinking of the things he could and would do to her in that tub. She turned her eyes in the direction that his had traveled and smiled.
“You wanna?” she asked hopefully.
“Fuck yeah...”
She smiled sexily and strolled over to the side of the tub bending slightly over the rim to turn on the water and his dick twitched wildly in his pants causing him too groan out loud.
“You like the view?” she tossed out with a sexy little giggle.
“Uh Huh” he nodded “let’s just say that the *view* about did me in”
“Not yet sweetie” she whispered bending over the tub more fully to give him a much better view “I’ve got plans for you.”
“Keep that shit up” he bit out running a hand over his rock hard dick “and we won’t get to play”
“And I so want to play” she said shutting off the water.
She started moving around the bathroom lighting candles here and there wearing nothing but her sexy little thong. It was driving him fucking crazy. He wanted to devour her. Shit he was going to devour her. She laid the lighter down on the counter and turned to him beckoning him to come to her with a crook of her sexy little finger. He slowly moved across the small space toward her like a predator hunting his prey. She felt like he was slowly eating her alive with his eyes. It was seriously turning her on. He stopped mere inches from her and she reached out brutally yanking his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. He stepped out of them kicking them away while she went to work removing his shirt. He stood in front of her blissfully naked and she couldn’t stop the groan that escaped from her throat. She reached out wrapping her small hand around his jutting desire and began stroking him.
“Stop” he whispered raggedly “please...”
He reached down and slid her skimpy panties down her legs before lifting her up in his arms and stepping over the side of the tub. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist entwining her feet together behind his back. She could feel the head of his dick rubbing insistently against her wet folds as he sunk down into the bubbly water. Steam rising up from the hot water loomed all around them as she bent forward and attacked his lips sucking his tongue into her sweet mouth. She nipped lightly at his soft tongue and he moaned helplessly.
“Fuck baby...” he whimpered pushing her back so that her head rested on the rim of the tub.
She untwined her legs spreading them slightly. The hot, steamy water felt heavenly on her sensitive skin. She was beyond horny, she needed release...she slid her hand down her wet body slipping it between her parted thighs and ran her fingers over her aching clit.
“Oh God, you’re fucking killing me” Marshall whispered watching her tiny fingers work her own swollen clit.
“Help me”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He spread her thighs wider apart slipping his hand in to join hers. They stroked her clit together while his other hand wandered over to brush against her silky folds. He gently inserted a finger, followed by another and began fucking her torturously slow with his hand. She was close, so fucking close...she closed her eyes arching her back up pushing both of their fingers roughly against her clit and stars exploded behind her eyes. Her body bucked causing the water to ripple all around them as her pulsing core clamped down tight around his fingers.
“That’s it baby..”
“Fuck Marshall....FUCK”
The orgasm was intense and never ending. He continued running his fingers deftly across her clit while his fingers probed her pulsing heat.
“Please..” she whimpered.
“What baby?” he asked “what do you want?”
“You...in me” she panted “NOW”
He withdrew his fingers from her tight passage and pulled her across the tub settling her over his straining cock.
“You want this?” he asked jerking his hips up so that the tip of his cock pressed into her.
She nodded her head frantically trying to sink down onto him but he was holding her hips tightly in place.
“Tell me” he whispered.
“Yes, FUCK” she whimpered “please”
He slammed her hips down hard sheathing himself completely in her warm, wet pussy and she cried out in ecstasy. He was still gripping her hips moving her to take him in and out slowly...
“Marshall...” she moaned.
“What baby...what do you need, tell me?”
“Faster...God...please baby...FASTER”
He released her hips and she took off...riding him hard...riding him fast. The water slapping against their bodies roughly. She was oblivious to that though...she was in her zone...the pleasure was too much...his hard cock was buried deeply inside her and that’s all she could feel...all she wanted to feel...ever...
She felt so fucking good wrapped tightly around him. It was like he’d died and crossed over into heaven feeling her hot pussy engulfing his dick.
“Fuck baby...feels good” he grunted “you feel so fucking good”
“Gonna cum” she whimpered “oh fuck...”
He felt her walls tighten around him and begin to convulse wildly...milking him. That was all it took to push him over the edge and he tumbled willingly into madness with her spewing his seed into the haven of her body....
~*~
They laid together in the middle of her bed wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. She could feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest, hear his deep even breathing and it lulled her too sleep.....
~*~
She woke up the next morning gradually opening her eyes and sat up straight in bed. He wasn’t lying next to her. After a quick glance towards the bathroom she could see that his clothes were gone. She felt a pang run through her and settle miserably over her heart. He’d said ‘Just Sex’ so she really had no one to blame but herself for this ache that was making itself comfy in her heart. She slowly rolled across the bed to his side and that’s when she noticed the note propped up against the lamp on the bedside table...
Taylor,
Call Me.....
Marshall
He’d scribbled his number at the bottom. She smiled and held the flimsy piece of paper solidly against her chest...he was gone again but this time he’d left a note...
Chapter 6
Taylor paced in an almost nauseating pattern across the plush carpet of her office, which was her happy little sanctuary away from home. She'd locked herself in, sheltering herself from all the madness that was rapidly spinning out of control on the other side of her closed door. She felt like the walls were slowly closing in on her, and she didn't like it. She hadn't heard from Marshall, not one fucking call since the shit had hit the fan, and if she ever and she meant ever got her hands on that slimy son of a bitch Mike, the goofy camera man from MTV, she was going to wrap her pretty little manicured fingers around his fat, greasy neck. That no good, cock sucking motherfucker had apparently pulled over and parked his van on the side of the road, hoofed it back to her house that night, and secretly played peeping Tom. He'd gotten some not-so-wholesome footage, and he was using it for all it was worth. The fucking prick.
"Tay" Morgan said breathlessly running in and rudely bringing Taylor's pacing to an abrupt halt. She looked over at her friend and gave a sympathetic smile "you ok?"
"I'm just dandy, thanks" she said sarcastically "my tits are plastered everywhere from here to fucking China, what could possibly be wrong?"
"Oh Tay sweetie it's not that bad!"
"Yeah, well they weren't your tits headlining this mornings news, were they?"
"No but..." Morgan trailed off desperately looking for the right thing to say "it could've been worse" she finished weakly.
Taylor just shrugged "What do you got there?" she asked trying to take a peek at what Morgan held tightly in her hands.
"Ahhh nothing...just some stuff" Morgan said trying futilely to transfer what she held in her hands to hide behind her back.
"MORGAN" she snapped holding out her hand expectantly.
"I don't really thi..."
"NOW"
Morgan handed the scandalous magazine over and inwardly winced when she noticed the look of rage wash over Taylor's face.
"Oh for the love of God" she practically growled staring down at the headline that graced the cover of the dirt rag she grasped between her angry fingers.
Prominent Business Woman: Just Another One of Shady's Groupies? You Decide...
Directly underneath that splashy little headline was yet another picture of Taylor's assets. ‘At least these assholes blurred out the embarrassing parts' she thought miserably. Her head was spinning again. This was a fucking disaster.
"That's it" she said storming past Morgan and through the open doorway of her office "if that bastard won't call me then I'm gonna hunt his pussy ass down myself!"
She whirled through the office like a Category 5 Hurricane hellbent on destruction. Passing her employees in a flurry of motion, if she noticed some of their inquisitive stares she didn't let on she just kept going slamming the door behind her on her way out. She was back in less than 30 seconds...
“FFFUUUCCCKKK” she screamed yanking on tufts of her beautiful golden locks.
“Taylor?” Morgan asked nervously.
“You didn’t mention all the fucking reporters outside” she spat stomping by Morgan and slamming her office door. She picked up the phone and dialed the worthless pricks cell number. ‘VOICE MAIL? YOU SEND ME TO FUCKING VOICE MAIL?’ She left a not so sweet message and slammed the phone down. It took several hours but she finally, after much bitching and a bit of begging managed to track down his location. It looked as if she was headed to LA...
~*~
Marshall felt his phone vibrate and silently cursed yanking the fucking annoying piece of hardware out of his pocket. The damn thing had been vibrating all day but he’d been too busy getting a ‘talking too’ to answer the damn thing. He looked down and noticed he’d missed quite a few calls during his ass reaming. He hit the button to retrieve his messages and stuck the phone to his ear. He got through the first two with no problems but the third one had him wincing, ‘Ought Oh’ she was fucking pissed. Her words had practically scalded him. He didn’t blame her for being pissed. The video featured both of them but she was definitely the main attraction. His clothes had magically managed to stay on until they’d been safely concealed in the bathroom but not hers...her luscious, ripe, sinfully sweet...he shook his head to clear the naughty little images running through his mind. That’s what had gotten them in this fucking mess in the first place. He punched in her digits and prayed to anything holy that she didn’t take his fucking head off when she answered the damn phone. ‘SPECTACULAR’ he sighed exaggeratedly ‘Of all the times to have your fucking voice mail on you choose now?’ He left a terse message and snapped his phone closed.
“Paul” he stuck his head into the conference room where he’d spent the day getting his ass reamed.
“What’s up?”
“I gotta head back to Detroit”
“Why?” Paul asked even though he knew the answer.
“I can’t let her go through this shit alone Paul”
“I figured that” Paul said knowingly “you’re flight leaves in an hour so you better get your ass in gear!”
“My flight?”
“Yeah, your flight” Paul smirked “I knew you wouldn’t leave her hanging in the wind”
“Thanks man” Marshall said tapping the wall quickly before disappearing from sight.
It was a crazy situation. They weren’t in a relationship, he’d made it perfectly clear what he wanted from her. No strings sex, plain and simple but he cared about her in some weird, fucked up way and he had too see her. He couldn’t let her fight this one all by herself. It looked as if he was headed back to Detroit...
~*~
Taylor stormed into the main lobby of Aftermath raring to fight....
“Don’t even tell me that spineless motherfucker isn’t here” she said her voice oozing venom “I spent the whole day tracking his traitorous ass down, I know he’s here and he will see me, NOW!!”
“Excuse me?” the wet behind the ears receptionist squeaked.
Taylor was just about to lay into the terrified young woman when she was rudely interrupted.
“Miss Hughes” Paul called out effectively stopping the verbal beating she was about to give the innocent receptionist.
‘Miss Hughes’ slowly turned around to face the brave soul who had dared to interrupt her diatribe. ‘Ahhh Mr. Rosenberg’ she though silently, “Well, I’d ask how you know who the hell I am but that would be a pointless question.”
“I can certainly see why Marshall finds you attractive” Paul assessed.
Taylor self-consciously brought her arms up to cover her breasts...
“Those are nice” Paul smiled “but that wasn’t what I was referring to.”
“Well then you’d be the only one” she said flippantly.
“Come on” Paul said laughing. He grabbed her elbow and led her toward the glass double doors she’d just come through moments ago “let’s have lunch.”
“Lunch...LUNCH?” she stopped in her tracks and stared at him like he’d sprouted horns “you wanna do lunch? At a time like this? Uh uh, no way...I need to see Marshall!”
“You can’t”
“Oh yes, I can”
“No, seriously...you can’t” Paul reiterated
“Why can’t I?” she challenged. She was absolutely not going to back down on this one.
“Because he’s not here.”
“Not here?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously.
“Nope” Paul shrugged.
“Then where the hell is he?”
“Detroit”
“Detroit?” she asked puzzled.
“Yep, he should be landing right about...” Paul looked down at his watch “now!”
~*~
Marshall found her office in no time. All he had to do was open the paper and it was right there in black and white. He stood in front of her office studying the intimidating sign that adorned the front of the building..The Law Offices of Taylor Hughes and Associates..she was a lawyer? A fucking lawyer? He never would of pegged her as that. He pushed open the glass door and quietly strode in. It appeared to be empty. He started walking toward the back of the office when he heard someone call out...
“I’m sorry the office is closed for the day” Morgan shouted from Taylor’s office “you’ll have to schedule an appointment for tomorrow with one of our attorney’s”
“Yeah, ahhh...I’m looking for Taylor..” he shouted back to the faceless woman.
“I’m sorry she’s not....” the words froze in her throat when she turned the corner and came face to face with EMINEM.
“You were saying?” he prodded.
Morgan somehow managed to find her voice and squeaked “She’s not here” her voice sounded funny to her own ears. ‘What is it about this man that reduces perfectly sensible woman to mere putty?’ she wondered idly looking up at him.
“She at home?”
“Ummmm...no, she’s not there either” Morgan said skeptically. This was a bit awkward seeing as how Taylor had flown to LA to see him and he was here in Detroit.
“I don’t mean to be rude” he stated calmly “but I’m in a bit of a hurry and I really need to see Taylor. Could you please tell me where I can find her?”
“LA” Morgan mumbled.
“Excuse me?”
“LA” Morgan said louder looking up at him “she went to LA to find you....”
Chapter 7
Marshall had to fight with every fiber of his being not too scream and yell, too rant and rave. He didn’t want to frighten the woman standing in front of him but DAMMIT...
“LA?” he ground out “she went to fucking LA?”
“Yeah” Morgan said furrowing her brow “she hadn’t heard from you and then she saw the magazine...”
“Magazine?” he eyed her “what magazine?”
“It’s not pretty and it upset her..”
“Let me see it!”
“Hold on”
Morgan trudged back into one of the inner offices and came out moments later clutching a crumpled mass of paper. She stoically handed it to him...
He glanced down at it and had too tamp down the demons inside that fought to break free “FUCK” he yelled at no one in particular but he didn’t miss the slight flinch Morgan tried to hide, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled like that...it’s just I’m so fucking pissed and..”
“Why didn’t you call her?” Morgan asked cutting off his heated speech.
“I was going too but..”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses” Morgan said seriously “she is my friend, my best friend and you just left her here to deal with this shit on her own!”
“I..”
“I’m not finished” Morgan cut him off before he could continue “it’s bad enough that you’re using her for your sexual pleasure and worse yet that she’s letting you do it but you could have at least backed her on this!”
“Look Taylor’s a big girl” he reasoned. He was trying his hardest not too be angry, “she knew the score from the beginning, I made no promises and she didn’t ask for any.”
“How convenient” was Madison’s only response.
He shook his head to clear the haze of anger that was clouding his vision. That last comment had pissed him off and he really didn’t have time for this shit. The last thing in the world he needed too deal with right now was an irrational friend. Marshall pulled out his cell under the watchful eye of Taylor’s ‘friend’ and punched in her number...
Somewhere in the fair city of LA after having a somewhat jovial lunch with Marshall’s manager and friend, Paul Rosenberg, Taylor jerked her cell out of her pocket and viciously stabbed his digits into the dial pad...
“DON’T FUCKING MOVE” they yelled in unison when the phones were answered on both ends.
“NO” she bit out “you STAY PUT, I’m coming home!”
“Are you sure?” he asked “I can come to you, less press.”
“No, I wanna come home Marshall”
“Ok baby” he whispered “Call me when you get in.”
“Sure...” she said quietly before disconnecting.
He hit the end button on his phone and slumped down on the edge of one of the desks in her office. Her friends words were ringing in his ears and he was futilely trying too push them out but they weren’t going anywhere. ‘What did they really have between them, besides sex?’ He knew in his heart that he cared about her in some kind of crazy way that he couldn’t quite define and if he was honest with himself he’d admit that he had fun with her. He liked her. She was a mix of so many potent things. She was sweet and caring. Soft and tender. Tough and honest to a fault. She could hold her own with the best of them, she’d shown him that side of herself a time or two but he couldn’t quite put a name to what they shared and the big question was, did he even want to?
“Hey, I gotta lock up here” Morgan said looking over at him. She’d been watching him sitting there lost in his thoughts for the last five minutes and she wondered if he’d actually listened to her?
“Yeah, sorry” he shrugged getting up and walking to the door.
Morgan watched him go. He didn’t turn back he just disappeared into the shadows of the night...
~*~
She’d called him from the airport and asked him to meet her at her house but he’d insisted that she come to his. So here she was tired as hell, driving around in the dead of night looking for his house. She felt awkward going there, to his house. It just seemed too personal for what they had between them. It suddenly struck her as ironic, what a fool she’d been. She should’ve never let him come to hers either, not for intimacy but she had. She pulled up in his driveway after being cleared through security and sat in her car, just thinking. This whole thing was a mess. They should just say ‘Fuck It’ , walk away now and let whatever happens in the press happen. They weren’t a couple who worked through problems ‘together’ , they were merely two people who fucked each other for mutual pleasure. It was sad and never in a million years had she ever thought that she would be one of those women but when you got right down to the basics, that’s all they really were. She sighed pushing open the car door. She knew if she didn’t go in now, she wouldn’t go in at all. She was halfway up the driveway when she saw his shadow coming towards her. It scared her more than she was willing to admit to herself that she’d recognized his shadow so clearly.
“Hey..” he said finally coming into the light.
“Hey..”
They stood there for a few moments in tense silence, neither of them knowing what to say to move past the awkwardness that enshrouded them.
“Wanna come inside?” he broke the silence first.
“No” she said honestly.
“No?”
“No” it was forced out. She had to push it past the lump that had formed in her throat.
“Why?”
“What’s the point Marshall?” she took a deep breath before continuing “I never should have gone to LA, or come here. It was stupid, I can handle this shit on my own.”
“But you shouldn’t have to!”
“Why? Because we share some great love that you need to defend?” she said on a shaky laugh “No, the truth is we fuck, nothing more, nothing less..”
“Taylor...”
“What? It’s the truth..I’m a big girl, I know what I am to you..”
“Please come inside..” he pleaded.
“We’ll just end up in bed again” she said meeting his eyes “and where will that get us?”
“I just wanna talk Taylor”
“I’m all talked out Marshall” she pasted on a phony smile “let’s quit pretending we’re anything then what we are, ok?”
“Would it make you feel better if I said I wanna fuck you right now Taylor?” he asked getting angry “is that what you wanna hear?”
Well she hadn’t expected anger so his words stung a little. She opened her mouth too speak but no words fluttered out...
“What..” he yelled “that hurt? Why? That’s all this is right? You fuck me, I fuck you...everybody’s happy!”
“Marshall..”
“Fuck you Taylor” he was a little too angry for his own good and if he were in his right might he might have stopped too wonder why her words had pierced his heart but he was beyond rational thinking, he was fucking pissed.
“Fuck me?” she yelled getting up in his face “fuck me? No, FUCK YOU Marshall”
They were nose too nose. The anger was radiating off of them in volatile waves. If someone were stupid enough to get close at that moment, they would have certainly gotten scorched. He opened his mouth fully intending too spew venom but his words were silenced when her mouthed crushed brutally against his. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped and echoed throughout the fiery caverns of her lush mouth. Nor could he stop the hands that came up to grasp her hips, lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist never breaking the kiss that was quickly spiraling out of control. He turned with her wrapped around him and headed for the house. He bypassed the living room and headed straight for his bedroom, never once questioning his need too take her in his bed. He kicked his bedroom door shut with his foot and walked across the room laying her down on his bed. She was still wrapped around him, their lips fused together. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and he pushed her panties aside before moving on to fight with his pants. He finally managed too free himself and dove head first into her heat and his body froze. She was wrapped around him so tight he could have sworn that he’d died and gone straight too heaven. She moved her feet up to press into his backside pushing him deeper into her core and his mind went numb. She was whimpering underneath him, nonsensical words, begging him for something, anything. He snapped out of his fog and jerked his hips back before plunging into her wet heat again. He pounded into her, over and over again like a man who’d lost all sanity. He couldn’t stop, he needed too feel her inner walls hug him, pull him in, milk him...
“Fuck Marshall” she whimpered “gonna cum...Oh God...”
That was it. One more thrust and they found bliss...
~*~
She woke up a few hours later wrapped in his arms and gently shimmied out of his embrace. There had been no words spoken after their intense coupling. They had merely lain silent, each lost in their own thoughts until they’d finally tumbled into peaceful slumber. She looked over at him now...he looked so innocent just lying there. All that tough pride he usually wore was gone...
**He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme, I know
He’s as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My world could cave in
It just ain’t right
It just ain’t right**
What the hell was she supposed to do about all this, about him? she wondered idly reaching out to tentatively rub her thumb across his parted lips. Who the hell was she kidding? Certainly not herself! Maybe him but she knew herself better than that, this was more for her then just a casual fuck every now and then...
**Oh when I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful,
Or just a beautiful disaster?**
How the hell had she let this happen? It wasn’t supposed to go down like this! It was supposed to be a fun roll in the hay between two willing adults and she’d let her fucking heart get in the way. He was going to break it. She knew that like she knew the sun would set tomorrow. In the end he’d break her heart, he’d have no choice...
**His magical myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him?
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight**
He couldn’t express love or give trust, not freely. She knew enough about his life to know that. He’d been scarred too many times to just give his heart too someone and hope they didn’t break it again. ‘No strings’ that’s what he’d said and she’d agreed. She couldn’t go back now, she wouldn’t, no matter how bad it hurt...
**Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful,
Or just a beautiful disaster?**
Though if she was smart, she would kiss him goodbye now and walk away. Nothing good was bound too come of this. He’d use her for what he wanted, what he needed and she’d lose her heart but she obviously wasn’t as smart as she’d always thought she was because here she was making the choice to stay...
**I’m longing for the love and the logical
But he’s only happy hysterical
I’m waiting for some kind of miracle
Waitin’ so long
So long**
Stay and lose her heart, her pride. God, since when had she become so weak that she’d willingly let a man use her? She looked over at him again and the answer was right there smacking her in the face, when she’d met him, that’s when...
**He’s soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He’s never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful,
Or just a beautiful disaster?**
There was no use thinking about this anymore. She knew what she was going to do. It would most likely kill her soul but really, what choice did she have? She’d found something in him that she couldn’t just put away on the shelf and pull out again when she wanted too play. She could try but in the end that would probably hurt just as much as what she was going to do now. So she’d play her part, act out her role. Be the sex goddess that he wanted her to be and hold her feelings for him in silence. She laid back down next to him, pressing her body up against his warmth and fought her way back into sleep...
**He’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster..**Author: AIMEENDREW@aol.com
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