Millie
“You smell so good.”
Marco kissed the side of my neck as we walked into his apartment. Every nerve ending in my body was on high alert, and as he pressed against me, I realized that I’d already given in. Granted, I wanted it as well, but I felt like I’d capitulated far too easily to him. He was so cocky, and I was only making his ego bigger by succumbing to his seduction, but I couldn’t stop myself. I enjoyed being with him. He made me feel beautiful and sexy and desired, and that feeling was like a drug.
“Would you like another drink?” He pulled away from me and walked toward the kitchen. “Tate was thoughtful enough to get me some alcohol for my stay.”
“What do you have?” I followed him through to the kitchen.
“Let’s see, we have some beers, a bottle of red wine, a bottle of vodka, and some Sprite.”
“Wow, that’s quite a selection.”
“I think I’ll have a beer.” He grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped off the cap with his belt buckle. “Know what you want?”
“I’m not sure.” I watched as he took a chug of his beer. “I thought you’d have taken me to the bedroom already. I didn’t think I’d get a drink first.”
“We have all night. We don’t need to rush into the bedroom.”
“All night?”
“You’re going to stay the night, right?”
“Well, I hadn’t planned on it.”
“I was hoping you’d fall asleep in my arms.” He grinned. “I’d love to wake up to your beautiful smile in the morning.”
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow as I stared at him. “You don’t seem the sort of guy who likes to wake up to anyone in the morning.”
“I don’t like to wake up to anyone. I would like to wake up to you tomorrow morning.”
“I don’t get you.”
I grabbed the beer bottle from his hands and took a chug. I drank it down quickly and took another chug. I didn’t love the taste of beer, but I did love the buzz it gave me.
“I like watching you take what you want.” He licked his lips as he took the beer bottle back and took another chug before handing it to me. “I think I’m not the only one that has a few tricks up their sleeves.”
“Marco Garcia, I think you have way more tricks up your sleeves than I do. Way more.”
“Maybe.” He gave me a cocky grin that made me warm and then opened the fridge door. “So you want a beer as well?”
“Sure.”
He took another bottle out, popped the cap, and handed it to me.
“Cheers.” He pushed his bottle toward me, his hazel eyes studying my face. “You’re really beautiful, you know that, right?”
I blushed at his comment. “Where did that come from?”
“Nowhere.” He leaned forward and kissed me. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Time for sex.”
“No, not yet.” He laughed. “Let’s chat.”
“You want to chat?” I followed behind him, feeling giddy. “I’m surprised my dress isn’t already on the ground.”
“I’m surprised as well.” He turned around and winked at me. “Maybe I’ll have it on the ground in a few seconds.”
“Hmm.” I rolled my eyes and took another sip of my beer as we walked into the bedroom.
I slipped my heels off and sat on the mattress. Marco took his shoes, shirt, and pants off and got onto the bed in only his boxers. I looked down at his muscular thighs and swallowed hard as my eyes drifted up toward his cock. The thick length of him was pressed against the material. I licked my lips.
“Like what you see?” He chuckled and pulled me toward him on the bed.
“It’s all right.”
“Just all right?”
“Yeah, just alright.”
“Oh, Millie,” He laughed. “You know I find you so funny. You’re a breath of fresh air.”
“Oh?”
“You don’t play games.” He nodded. “I like that.”
“You like every girl.”
“Not true, actually.” He leaned back against the headboard. “You know I spend more nights alone than with someone.”
“Wow, now that’s a real shocker.”
“And I actually never spend time talking to a woman before we do the deed.”
“Because you’re all about getting in and getting out.”
“You could put it like that.” He frowned. “You make me sound horrible.”
“I make you sound horrible, or you actually are horrible?”
“I’m not horrible.” He shook his head. “I used to be quite the romantic.”
“Oh, yeah? When?” I leaned back against the headboard and stared at him in surprise and a little bit of jealousy.
“Back when I was in high school.” His voice grew thoughtful. “When I was a junior, I played catcher for our baseball team. We were good. We were on our way to being state champions, and I was the star of the team.”
“Okay.” I sipped my beer, wondering where he was going with the story.
“I thought I was the shit.” He laughed as he took another sip of his beer, then his eyes fixed on mine, and this time he looked serious. “I’d messed around with girls, dated around, but there was only one girl that I really wanted.” He let out a huge sigh.
He put his beer down and pulled me to him, his fingers on my shoulder. He kissed the side of my neck, and I felt his teeth marking me again. I closed my eyes and melted against him, loving the feel of him close to me.
“Tell me about her,” I said softly.
“Her name was Brittney March.” He kissed my temple, his hands roving down my body. “She was a cheerleader, blonde, big blue eyes, she had perky tits, long, tan legs, pink lips. She was the hottest girl in the school.”
His fingers slipped up the inside of my skirt, but I pushed him back slightly. He looked at me, and I handed him my beer bottle. I didn’t want to spill anything on the sheets.
“Oh, yeah. Let me take that.” He put it on the side table and then turned back to me. “Can we take your dress off?” He grinned at me. “I want to touch you.”
“I guess we can.” I laughed and lifted my hands up. He pulled my dress off and tossed it on the ground. He groaned as he pulled me toward him. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He ran his fingers across my breasts, and I moaned as he squeezed my nipples. I reached down to stroke his cock.
“Fuck, hold on,” he grunted. He pulled back from me and tugged his boxers off. His cock sprang to life and he grinned. “Okay, where were we?” He pulled me down toward him.
“Not yet, you need to finish telling me your story,” I said as my breasts pressed against his chest. “I want to hear about you and perfect Brittney.”
“She wasn’t perfect.” He chuckled as he kissed my lips and nudged my legs open with his knee so that his thigh was between my legs.
“Finish telling me the story, Marco.”
“Fine, but I’d rather be doing other things.” His thigh was now resting next to my pussy and rubbing gently against my clit. “Basically, Brittney and I used to flirt after every game.” He kissed the side of my neck. “She and I went on a couple of hikes, and we kissed at Venice Beach one night.”
“Sounds romantic.”
“It was okay.” He shrugged. “I was falling for her. I asked her to go to homecoming with me. Asked her to meet my parents and Jane. And I wanted to meet her parents. Wanted to make it official. I wanted to show her that I really liked her. I didn’t want to hit it and quit it like I had with the other girls.”
“Oh, wow.” I caressed his chest. “You really liked her.”
“I really liked her,” he agreed. “I even told her I’d wait.” He laughed bitterly and shook his head. “I was a fucking idiot.”
“What happened?”
“She laughed when I asked her to go to the dance with me.” He grimaced. “She said that her parents would never approve of me and while she was grateful for my attention, she didn’t think it was going to work and that we should see other people.”
“Oh …”
“Yeah.” He paused. “She offered to have sex with me, though, as a sort of goodbye present.”
“Seriously? I take it you told her no?”
“What?” He laughed out loud then. “You really don’t know me, do you?” He sucked on my lower lip as he rubbed his thigh hard across my clit. “I fucked her at a school campfire.” He laughed. “I had her sit on my lap under a blanket and ride me.” His eyes bore into mine. “Everyone knew what was happening. She didn’t even care.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Yeah. I was good for a night of rough sex and not much else.”
“Why didn’t her parents like you?”
“Who knows?” He shrugged. “Could have been anything. I was poor, I was Mexican, I had a bad attitude, I was hot as hell.” He grinned then. “Dads knew not to let their daughters around me, even then.”
“Oh, Marco.” I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
“Yeah … so we fucked at the campfire, and I thought I’d gotten one over on her.” He sighed. “I thought to myself, you hurt me and now I’ve made you look like a slut in front of everyone. But I was wrong.” He shook his head. “I was still the fool.”
“Why? What happened?”
“She was fucking my baseball coach.”
“What?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “That morning I was heading to the bathroom and I saw her coming out of his tent, her hair all messy, her pajamas on the wrong way.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Yeah.” He stroked the side of my face. “And she just giggled and walked past me as if it meant nothing. She wasn’t embarrassed or anything. She didn’t even care.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Marco.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He licked a trail down my neck. “I don’t care about her anymore, but I just wanted to let you know that I can be romantic as well.”
“What part of that story was romantic?”
“The plans I had for homecoming.” He laughed. “I was going to take her to dinner on the beach and light those fire lanterns.”
“Oh, that would have been cool.”
“Yeah.” His sucked on my nipple and I moaned in pleasure as his teeth tugged and teased me. He eased his leg back and brushed his fingers against my clit. “Just because I’m a hunky piece of man-candy that you enjoy fucking doesn’t mean that I can’t be more than that.” He kissed over to my other breast. I moaned as he slid a finger into me at the same time. “I can be so much more than that.”
“Yes …” I agreed as my body trembled against him. I wondered if that incident in high school had shaped him as a man and made him more of a player or if I was just making an excuse for him not committing to women. But all thoughts vanished as he slipped another finger inside of me and started rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“I want you to come for me, Millie,” he groaned as I arched my back under his gaze. “I want you to come for me once before I enter you.”
“Marco,” I whispered as he kissed back up my body and pressed his lips against mine. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“I want to be inside of you, too, but I want to give you multiple orgasms. I’ve been hard and horny since the salsa club, I don’t know if I’m going to last long,” he murmured against my lips. “I need to make sure you come now before my cock fills you up.”
“Marco, talk dirty to me.” I kissed him back hard and tangled my hands in his hair. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“Does that turn you on?” He shifted me onto my back and moved over my body.
“Yes.” I smiled up at him.
“You want me to fuck your sweet little tight pussy with my hard cock?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”
“You want my hard cock inside of you, deep and thrusting, spurting my hot semen all over your dirty little pussy lips?” He kissed the side of my face. “You want my thumb up in your asshole as your pussy holds my cock in tightly? You want to feel me in every hole?”
“Fuck, I’m close,” I groaned as he pulled his fingers out of me. “Marco—” My eyes flew open as he positioned himself on top of me with a groan of longing. “I thought you said that you wanted me to come first.”
“I need to be inside of you,” he growled as he positioned the tip of his cock next to my clit and ran it up and down. “I wish I could be inside of you, skin to skin.” He kissed the side of my neck as he teased me. “I want to feel all of you on all of me.”
“You have to wear a rubber, Marco.” I kissed the side of his face. “I need you to wear a rubber.”
“I know,” he groaned. He rolled off me and got out of bed, but before he could grab a condom, I decided to have a little fun. I slowly opened my legs and rubbed my clit in front of him. He thought he was the only bold and crazy one, but I was naughty too, and I loved feeling his eyes on me as I played with myself.
“Fuck …” He stared down at me as I brought myself to orgasm imagining that he was fucking me. “That was hot.”
He licked his lips then grabbed a bag and pulled out a box of condoms. He jumped back on the bed and kissed me hard. “I’m going to punish that pussy for coming without me,” he grunted against my lips. Without warning, he shifted on top of me and slid his cock into me. This time he wasn’t easing himself into me gently. He thrust into me and groaned as he raised himself on his elbows slightly. “I’m going to fuck your pink pussy lips, Millie, I’m going to make you come faster and harder than you just made yourself come.”
“Yes, Marco, please!” I cried out as he slammed into me. It was rough and exciting, and I felt my body reaching new highs. He seemed to be thrusting into me deeper and deeper each time he moved inside of me.
“Fuck, Millie, keep saying my name.” He pulled out and turned me over so that I was on all fours and my ass was in the air. He pulled my hips toward him and I felt his fingers rubbing my clit slightly before his cock slid into me from behind. I cried out with pleasure, his cock hitting my G-spot every time he entered me.
“Marco, please!” I cried. “Marco, oh fuck, it feels so good!”
“Your pussy is so wet and tight for me, Millie. I could fuck you every night,” he growled as he increased his pace. My arms gave out and I fell forward as he reached for my clit and rubbed me gently as he fucked me. “Come for me, Millie, I’m going to come soon.” He pushed his thumb gently into my asshole.
“What are you doing?” I asked, shocked.
“I need you to come.”
He pulled out of me, turned me over again, and lifted one of my legs up to rest it against his shoulder. His lips fell to my pussy, and he licked and sucked me as if he were ravishing a tasty dinner. I came on his face, and he grunted in satisfaction as he licked up my juices before positioning his cock back at my entrance. He entered me again and slammed into me a few times before he suddenly stilled, shuddering inside of me as his body spasmed on top of me. He breathed deeply for a few seconds and then collapsed on top of me, kissing me hard.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He kissed my lips then slowly, reluctantly pulled out of me and got out of the bed. “Let me just go and clean up,” he said as he pulled the condom off and headed out of the bedroom.
Blissfully satiated, I watched him leave. Marco was more complicated than anyone I knew. I didn’t even think Jane knew that Marco had these hidden depths.
I grabbed my phone from my bag on the floor and texted him.
Fucking you is amazing, and I, for one, would never have said no to going to homecoming with you.
I sent the text quickly and then put the phone back into my bag before he came back into the room. Maybe I shouldn’t have sent it, but I was feeling happy and slightly buzzed, and all I wanted was for him to come back into the room and hold me and maybe have sex again. I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on in Marco’s mind, but I knew that he was deeper than he let on. And I had a feeling he was falling for me. Maybe this would actually lead to something good; he had chosen to share parts of his life with me, after all.
“How are you feeling?” He walked back into the bedroom, a smile on his face.
“I’m fine.”
“Cold?”
“A little.”
“Let me get you a t-shirt.” He opened a bag and pulled out a grey t-shirt and threw it to me. “I’d prefer you naked, of course, but I can’t have you shivering.”
“Why, aren’t you the gentleman?”
“I like to think so.” He watched me with dark eyes as I pulled his t-shirt on, then turned off the lights and climbed into bed with me.
“Come here.” He pulled me into his arms and I rested my head against his chest. “You smell good,” he growled.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, you smell like me.” He laughed as he tucked his arm behind my neck and I threw a leg over him. “Is there any better smell?”
“I can think of a few, actually. Maybe even a thousand.”
“A thousand better smells than me?”
“Maybe even a million.” I yawned as I nestled my head on his chest.
“Oh no, are you falling asleep?” He sounded disappointed as he stroked the top of my head.
“No, I’m not,” I said softly as I closed my eyes and let my fingers play with the hair on his chest.
“Liar.” He stroked my back and played with my tangled curls. “Millie, Millie, Millie … is that short for anything?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I laughed. “Okay, I’m lying. It’s short for Millicent, but if you ever call me that, I will kill you.”
“You’ll kill me?”
“Yup.”
“How?” he asked in a humorous tone.
“I’ll suffocate you.” My fingers found his nipple and pinched.
“Wow, you’ll suffocate me?” He sounded surprised. “That’s a bit hardcore. How? With a pillow?”
“With my pussy,” I said sweetly. “I’d sit on your face and grind against your lips until I was coming on your face and I wouldn’t move off of you so that your last breaths would be my pussy on your nose and my juices in your mouth.”
“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” He chuckled, his hand on my ass. “I think I like you even more now.”
“Why? Because I’m dirty?”
“No, because you just told me you’d give me my dream death. If I’m going to die, that’s how I want to go out.”
“You’re goofy.” I giggled and snuggled in closer to his body, enjoying the feeling of his warmth against me. His fingers traced along my back and I could feel his heart beating against me.
The moment felt absolutely perfect, and I was happier then I had been in a long, long time.