Authors: Jenika Snow
Blackbird's Fall (6 page)
Chapter
Nine
Marius
held Maya, let her sink into him, and kept telling her everything would be
okay. He didn’t know how to make her feel better. She’d lost everything, and
was here alone, trying to make this new life work. He could feel her pain as if
it were his own, and he knew that her opening herself up like that, telling him
about her family, had to have been hard.
She
pulled back and looked up at him, and he pushed away her dark hair and cupped
her cheeks. Staring into her eyes, he saw the raw agony.
“I’m
so sorry,” he whispered again.
She
looked down at his mouth, and his whole body tightened. And when she rose on
her toes, and he knew she was about to kiss him, everything stopped inside of
him. When she was a hairsbreadth away from his mouth, her warm, sweet wine
smelling breath brushing along his, he took a step back.
“I
don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re upset and have had half a
bottle of wine.” He smoothed his fingers over her cheeks, feeling the warmth,
the smoothness of her flesh. He was being honest, and trying really fucking
hard not to give into his desires.
“You
don’t want me?” she asked softly.
“Maya,”
he said her name on a groan and closed his eyes. “I’ve never wanted anyone as
much as I want you.” He opened his eyes again, hoping she saw the truth. “I
want you so bad it’s hard to walk comfortably most of the time.” He saw her
cheeks turn red as she blushed, and he smoothed his thumbs along the swells,
loving how sweetly she was looking up at him. “But I’m not a bastard and won’t
take advantage of you, and that’s what I’d be doing if I gave in right now.”
She
didn’t say anything, but then she turned from him, clearly embarrassed. For a
second she kept her back toward him, staring at the kitchen table. “I’m sorry.”
She left the dining room.
“Maya,
please wait.” But she didn’t. He let her run away, because she needed that
space, needed to have that time. He would talk to her about this tomorrow, make
her see that he wanted her, but he wanted her when she wasn’t hurting and when
she wasn’t half drunk.
“Fuck,”
he said under his breath. He left the kitchen and headed upstairs, needing to
take a bath, to wash off the day, what had happened, and just relax. He also
needed to jerk off, because as it was now he was so aroused for Maya he could
have come in his jeans.
He
grabbed one of the candles in the holder and climbed the stairs. He felt like
an asshole, like he’d pushed her away, which he had, but it still felt wrong.
He didn’t know if she’d really understood why, even though he’d explained it.
He didn’t want to be that man that took what was thrown at him, that was going
to be a motherfucker and be with a woman that was seeking comfort because she
was in pain. He didn’t want to be that way with Maya, especially not for their
first time.
Marius
looked toward Maya’s bedroom, could see through the crack in the door that she
was undressing, and he felt the ache in his balls intensify. He’d been hard
since he’d walked into the house and saw her in that dress, since they’d looked
at each other, and he had listened to her sweet voice.
The
light from the candles she had in the room gave him a clear view as she slowly
slipped off her dress. Since coming here he’d become this insatiable asshole
when it came to her, watching her like he was afraid she’d vanish.
The
way she was standing, and the position of the door, didn’t allow him to see
anything but a swatch of her smooth, golden skin, but it was enough to have his
mouth drying and his throat tightening. And then she looked over her shoulder,
looked him right in the eyes, and he swore the air left him.
He
turned away for her, giving her the privacy she deserved.
Damn,
he needed to jerk off to make this discomfort subside. All Marius could think
about was the sound of Maya’s voice and the way she’d looked in the
candlelight. She was gorgeous, and he wanted her more with each passing day. He
wanted to keep her close, protect her from any threats, but he also wanted her
to be his. It was this sensation he had in his gut, one that said maybe he had
been put here for a reason, that maybe he’d found himself at her home because
it was where he was supposed to be.
Either way he didn’t want to leave,
and
he didn’t
want to turn his back on her.
He
shut the bathroom door and leaned against it for a second. Walking over to the
sink he set the candle on it and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His
hair was a shaggy mess around his head, and he lifted his hand and ran his
fingers through it.
He
opened the cabinet on the mirror and saw a pair of scissors. For the next few
minutes he cut away at the strands, making sure it was decent looking. Running
his hand over it to get out the last few strays, he braced his hands on the
sink again. His cock throbbed, the need to be with Maya overriding all of his
better judgment.
The
water in the tub wasn’t warm, but it was room temperature since he’d brought it
in from the well hours ago. It was better than nothing, and he needed to get
cleaned. Besides, the chilled water might help tame his consuming lust.
He
got undressed and stepped into the tub. Although he’d thought the water would
help dim his arousal, what he wanted with Maya couldn’t be dimmed.
He
made quick work of washing himself, his hard cock aching, his balls drawn up tight
to his body. Reaching down and palming himself, he rested his hand on the wall
beside him and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to make any noise, didn’t want
to seem like a deviant if she overheard. But he needed to do this, needed
release so he could think clearly.
He
started stroking himself up and down, moving his palm over his cock until his
breathing became shallow and the ecstasy washed over him. All he could think
about was Maya in that dress, her big breasts pressed against the material, the
little flowers printed on it making her seem innocent. A small groan left him,
but he snapped his mouth shut before it became too loud, knowing that she was
just down the hallway.
She
was a few feet from him.
That
had his desire rising harder, faster. And then he heard the creak of a
floorboard just outside the door, and his heart beat faster with the thought
she was out there, listening, picturing what he was doing. Thinking there was a
small chance she might be getting pleasure from the sounds of him jerking off
was enough of an aphrodisiac that if he was a weaker man he would have gotten
off right then.
****
This
was wrong, yet here Maya was, not moving, and trying to hear what was happening
on the other side of the door like her life depended on it. She couldn’t even
blame her arousal and what she was doing right now on the wine she’d had at
dinner, on the fact she was acting vulnerable, as Marius had said. Because
although she was feeling warm and lightheaded, was hurting because she spoke of
her parents, she knew what she was doing.
She
stared at the door, heard the water splash slightly before feet on the wood
flooring could be heard coming closer to her. Her breathing became even
shorter, more labored. Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard under her oversized
t-shirt, and all she could think about was Marius on the other side of that
door with nothing on, the water sliding over his hard body.
She’d
stayed in her room, having gone there after Marius had pushed her away. But she
knew he was trying to be the good guy right now. What he didn’t understand was
that she needed this, wanted to be with him, not because she was sad, but
because she wanted to be close.
This
arousal she had for Marius was like a flame inside of her, growing brighter,
hotter with each passing day. She swore she could hear him breathing on the
other side, and although she planned on staying right there, telling him how
she felt, she turned around and went back in her room. Closing her eyes and
standing in the center of the room, all she could think about was wanting
Marius, feeling like she was meant to be here with him, experiencing this with
him.
She
breathed out and wrapped her arms around her waist, but just as she was about
to head to bed, to put all of this behind her and face tomorrow with fresh
eyes, there was a knock on her bedroom door.
Turning,
she watched as it opened. Marius stood there in nothing but a towel draped
around his narrow hips. He was toned, not bulky, but lean, defined.
“What
are you doing?” she whispered.
“I
wanted to make sure you were okay.”
She
swallowed, her throat dry, tight. “I’m fine.”
But
she wasn’t. Having him so close, seeing his body glistening in the candlelight,
the fresh moisture clinging to his form, had her so heated she couldn’t even
breathe.
“Good,
because I don’t want you to think I was disregarding you.” He took a step
closer. The door started slowly closing on its own once he wasn’t holding it
anymore, and her heart beat faster as they became locked in her room, so to
speak.
“I’m
okay.” Her words came out tight, and she knew he could tell she was still so
aroused. But then again when she lowered her gaze to his chest, and lower
still, she could see he was sporting a massive erection behind his towel.
“Good,”
he said again, and moved closer.
“But
I want you to know I didn’t try to kiss you because I was too drunk, or because
talking about my parents made me desperate for human contact.” Maya found
herself moving back a step. “I tried to kiss you because I wanted to.”
He
seemed frozen for a moment, and then moved a step closer. “That’s what I
feared, why I pushed you away.”
She
shook her head. “I know you thought that, and that’s why I wanted to clear it
up.” She swallowed again. Why was her throat so dry all of a sudden?
He
moved closer still, and that’s when she scented the soap coming from him. The
baths nowadays were cold, unless she had the time to heat the water up, and
wanted it to be “luxurious”. Anymore she just washed and got out, not caring
that she was shivering by the time it was said and done. Hell, she didn’t even
care if it was cold outside and she went for a swim, especially when the
weather wasn’t frigid yet.
“I
wanted you, Maya. I want to be the ‘good guy’ for you, but I don’t know if I
can be.”
She
licked her lips. “You are a good guy.” She moved back another step until the
wall stopped her. She was breathing hard now, her pussy wet,
her
nipples hard. He was close enough now that she felt his warm breath moving
along her hair.
“Did
you feel the same for me?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yes,”
she whispered.
And
then he had his mouth on hers and kissed her hard and with possession. It was
exactly what she’d envisioned a kiss from Marius would feel like.
Chapter
Ten
Marius
was so hard. His cock throbbed behind the towel, and all he wanted to do was
rip her fucking clothes away and bottom out inside of her. A groan left him at
the image that thought conjured up. The only thing that mattered right now was
this woman, this sweet, soft woman that was opening her mouth and stroking her
tongue against his. He knew she’d seen the erection he sported, knew it turned
her on. He’d seen her reaction, the way her breathing changed, her nipples
hardened, and her mouth parted.
Marius
reached out and took her nape in his hand, pulling her forward. Maya gasped
when her chest slammed into his. She braced her hands on his pecs and curled
her nails into his flesh. He hissed out for how good it felt.
His
cock jerked from the softness of her, from the scent of lemons that came from
her, and at the way she broke the kiss and looked up at him with wide, vibrant
eyes. Lowering his head toward hers again, he claimed her mouth, licked and
sucked at her tongue when she opened for him, and groaned against her lips.
“I
need you.”
“I
need you, too” she moaned.
She was hot and sweet, and
surrendered herself to him because she wanted this, no, needed it as much as he
did. When she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, taking a step
back was really damn hard, but she had control, had the power, even if he was
the dominant one.
Marius looked his fill of her now nude
body. She hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties, and the sight of her in the
candlelight had his cock jerking.
Christ
,
her body was a work of goddamned art.
“I want this, Marius. I really want
this.”
He swallowed hard, and moved his
hand down to rub his palm over his erection. The damn thing was liable to
explode if he didn’t add a little bit of pressure to the bastard. He planned on
jerking off in the bath, but he’d held off when he thought he heard her
outside.
Looking at her breasts, those
big, glorious weights with the pink tips, had him wrapping his hand around his
cock.
She gripped her breasts and held
the huge mounds in her hands.
A low growl left him, and her eyes
widened.
“I’m liable to come right now if
you keep touching yourself.”
“Don’t do that,” she whispered. “It
would be over before it started.”
He groaned again, and heard the
soft noise that came from her. Maya pulled the towel away as if she were
frantic. And then they both stood with nothing on, their body heat moving
between each other. Marius took a step back and had his fill of her body once
more. Possessive need slammed into him that this woman was giving herself to
him, only to him. He was about to claim her in a way he’d never done with
another female, in a way he probably never would again.
He moved closer to her again, and
her breathing changed. Her breasts rose and fell because of the action, her
nipples seeming to tighten further. Maya’s breasts were a handful, the peaks a
light pink color. Marius’s mouth watered.
Damn, he was hard.
He
lowered his gaze to her pussy, one with a thatch of short, dark hair covering
it. But before he could move toward her again she was lowering herself to her
knees in front of him. Marius was stunned at first, frozen in place. He parted
his lips and breathed in deeply when she took his cock in her hand and stared
at it.
“Maya…”
He breathed her name out, not sure what to say. This certainly wasn’t what he
was expecting. His voice was strained, his arousal growing.
“Is
this too much, me being too forward?” she asked softly, her voice a mixture of
heat and arousal.” She lifted her gaze to his face, and licked her lips.
“Maya,
you don’t have to be on your knees in front of me.” His voice shook a little,
and although he said she didn’t have to do this, the fact she was going to suck
his cock had pre-cum spilling out of the tip of him.
“I
want to do this. I’m hungry for you.”
Cupping
the side of her face, he smoothed his fingers over her parted lips. Neither
said anything else. Maya leaned forward, her warm breath brushing along his
cock. A strangled noise left him when she parted her lips further, and took the
head into the hot, wet confines of her mouth. Marius reached out and wrapped
his hand around her hair, closed his eyes, and let his head fall back as pleasure
coursed through him. She took as much as she could, hollowed out her cheeks,
and relaxed her throat.
“Fuck,
baby,” he groaned the words out. “I might come from this alone, and I don’t
want it to end.”
She
made a humming noise around him, and he groaned. The head of his erection
nudged the back of her throat, but she didn’t give up when she slightly gagged.
Over and over she brought him to the brink of getting off, but it was when she
reached down and took his balls in one hand and gave them a squeeze, that
Marius felt the tendrils of climax start at his spine.
No,
he couldn’t let this end right now, not even when filling her mouth with his
seed would be hot as fuck.
Taking
hold of her shoulders and moving back until his cock slipped free of her mouth,
he helped her to stand. The sound of his dick coming free from the tight
suction of her lips sounded erotic as hell. Her lips were swollen and red,
glossy from his pre-cum and her saliva. A surge of possession, of need to own
this woman, slammed into him.
Marius
grabbed her nape and pulled her forward until their lips crashed together. He
took her mouth in a brutal kiss at the same time he used his body to press her
against the wall again. He moved the hand that was on her neck down her back
and curled his fingers into her ass. The feel of her fleshy mounds had Marius
groaning against her lips.
He
panted, and squeezed her ass cheek again. He had his other hand wrapped loosely
against her throat, keeping her stable as he fucked her mouth. He knew he
needed to back off or he’d come from this alone. Marius wanted to be in her
tight, wet pussy when they both got off.
“I
want you now, Marius,” she said against his lips.
He
slid his hand between the cheeks of her ass, moved his fingers through her
slit, and felt his cock jerk at the fact she was soaked for him. He teased her
pussy hole while still kissing her, then shoved that digit inside of her. She
rose on her toes and gasped.
Marius
pulled back and stared into her face. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing
fast. “You ready, baby?”
She
opened her eyes and nodded.
Using
his hand that had been cupping her throat, he slid it down her body and grabbed
the back of her knee. Bringing the limb up to his waist, he curled it around
her body. She kept it there, her hot pussy right against his cock.
Holding
her gaze with his, he reached between their bodies, took hold of his dick, and
stroked the fucker a few times. Marius placed the tip on her cleft, and started
rubbing it along her pussy, spreading her lips open wider with the crown. Fuck,
he wanted to just thrust inside of her. He didn’t know why he was tormenting
them.
“I
need you inside of me, Marius.”
He
grunted at those words and at the fact she was scorching hot along his length.
“I
need you to fuck me.”
He
rested his forehead against hers. “You’re fucking killing me here.” But he
didn’t make her wait. Placing the tip of his shaft at her pussy hole, he stared
in Maya’s eyes as he thrust into her in one fluid motion. Her mouth opened, she
rested her head back against the wall, and they both groaned. Marius reached
under her ass with his other hand, and in one move had her off the ground. She
wrapped her legs around his waist, and the movement caused her pussy to slide
down even further on his dick. He was so deep inside of her his balls were
pressed to her ass.
She
dug her heels into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on. Marius
couldn’t stand still for her to get used to his size. He started thrusting in
and out of her, trying to go slow, but the need in him was taking control. She
was wet, soaking, and squeezing him like a vise.
“God,
Marius.”
He
grunted. “Your pussy is so primed for me.”
“You’re
so big.” She moaned against his mouth. “You’re stretching me so much.”
She
was so tight, so fucking tight it hurt. He moved at a slower pace in and out of
her, and felt her inner muscles milking him, drawing out his cum. He’d have to
be smart, be careful, and pull out before he came inside of her. They didn’t
need a baby right now, didn’t need to bring a child into this world the way it
was.
“Fucking
hell, Maya.” Holding her tight, he pulled her away from the wall, carrying her
weight, and turned to walk toward the bed. Once there he laid her on the
mattress, his cock still buried deep in her cunt.
He
pulled out and pushed another inch into her. The gasp that she let out had him
groaning and tensing, holding off from coming. He leaned back, took hold of her
legs, and pushed them out as wide as they could go. “Brace yourself on the
mattress, baby. Let me see all of you.”
She
placed her feet flat and gripped the blankets beneath her. Marius was riveted
to the sight of her pussy stretched wide around his dick, at the pink color,
the slickness that covered her and his length.
Her
eyes were barely open, her chest rising and falling and causing her breasts to
shake from the force of it.
Curling
his fingers into the soft skin of her thighs, and moving them toward her pussy,
he framed her and thrust the rest of his dick into her until his balls slammed
against her ass. He was fully in her, every long inch of him deep in her body.
Marius started to slowly pump in and out of her, working his cock deeper,
harder into her. Her clit was swollen, as if begging for attention.
He
placed his thumb on the little nub, rubbing it back and forth until she writhed
under him, and then he increased his thrusting. In and out he pumped his cock,
slamming his shaft into her tight pussy, and loving that she gasped and cried
out. Soon the sloppy sound of her wet cunt sucking at his cock filled the room,
and the smell of their sex slammed into his nose. He felt desperate, like if he
didn’t have all of her he’d die.
Fuck,
he was close to coming.
She
moaned again, and reached up to grab his biceps, digging her nails into his
skin.
“I
need you to get off, Maya baby. Squeeze my cock, make me come with you.”
“Yes,”
she cried out again. She arched her neck, her eyes closed. The rhythmic pull of
her pussy milking his dick almost had him spilling his cum, but he held off.
“God,
yes,” she screamed out as she came, her cunt squeezing his cock so hard it
bordered on pain, but the good kind.
He
gritted his teeth and waited until her pleasure subsided, and then he pulled
back, looking at where his dick was shoved deep inside of her. He flipped her
onto her belly, and lifted her hips, presenting her ass to him. Kicking her
legs out further with his knee, he positioned himself between her splayed
thighs again.
Her
cheeks spread, and he had an unobstructed view of her asshole. He was going to
fuck that at some point, going to fill her with his seed, too. Her pussy was
spread, as well, all juicy and red looking. Marius moved lower so his face was
right up in her cunt. She smelled sweet and musky, with a little hint of him
thrown in there. He growled out low.
He
didn’t waste any time in eating her out. Marius licked down her slit and sucked
at her pussy hole, and moved his tongue back up to her clit. He did this over
and over again until she panted.
Shoving
his tongue into her opening, he fucked her with it until she started grinding
herself against his mouth.
“Yeah,
baby. That’s it.”
“
Yes
.” That lone word was muffled against
the blankets.
He
flattened his tongue on her clit and sucked the little nub into his mouth at
the same time he shoved a finger into her. He fucked her pussy with that digit
and sucked on her clit until he felt her tense as she came again. She lifted up
her ass a little more, and a tremor worked over her entire body as she
continued to come.
When
he pulled away he knew he had to get a few more strokes within her before he
came. He took hold of the root of his shaft and started stroking himself as he
stared at her ass and pussy. He could get off on looking at her alone, but he
needed her tight heat.
“Get
on your back, baby.”
She
did as he said immediately.
When
he was between her splayed thighs once more, and was positioned at her entrance
again, he slowly pushed into her this time. Of course he wanted this to last,
but she felt too good. Leaning down and resting his arms beside her head, he
buried himself in her wet heat and fucked her nice and slow.