Disastrous (Disastrous 1)

My initial instinct was to fight him off, but as he slid his tongue into my mouth, I couldn’t resist. I let go, allowing him to possess me, to take over me emotionally and physically. The taste of bourbon mixed with salt from my tears blended surprisingly well, and I desired more. Intensifying the kiss, I was lost once again in his hex. Even after we just fought, I felt safe in his arms and wanted to stay there.

It wasn’t until my head was pressed against the soft pillow that I realized he had carried me over to the bed.

His hands remained holding my face, my fingers rustled through his thick hair. The weight of his body on mine caused my heart to race. We were on his bed, and I felt comfortable with what might happen.

Lifting my right leg, I forced his hip deeper against me, feeling the hardness of his erection deep between my legs. Oh, well now … The thought that I could have that impact on him made me wet and excited.

He traced his hand down and cupped my breast. I moaned, and he ground his erection against me once again. I wanted him inside me, so I tugged at his hair as our tongues continued to entwine with one another. His hand continued down my curves until he reached the bottom of my cover-up; he slowly brought it up. I pushed away from his kiss and yanked the cover-up over my head. He sat up, kneeling between my legs breathless; looking down at me, his eyes were dark with arousal. He sucked his bottom lip, and I want to lunge at him. “Mia. You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you. Now come here.” I pulled at his arms, and his sculptured abs pressed against my stomach. Looking at me, he rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered.

Reaching my fingers up, I brushed aside a lock of hair that lay over his eyebrow. “Yes, I want you more than you’ll know.” Pressing my hand against his neck, I brought him down to me.

He pulled back. “Give me a minute.” He jumped out of bed and left the room. Where is he going?

He quickly ran back into the room, holding up a roll of condoms dangling from his hand. Ah…good boy. I giggled when he shrugged and tossed them onto the side of the bed. I look at them; there had to be at least six. How many did he plan on using?

He lay back on top of me, and my mind drifted back to him. Leaning down, his lips touched the side of my neck, and I got goose bumps. His lips were so soft and moist, tracing kisses along my collar bone down to my chest. He pulled both strings to my bikini top, allowing my breasts to break free, yearning for his attention.

Reading my mind, he cupped my bare breasts and lowered his head to them, twirling his tongue around my sensitive nipples. The sensation made me eager, and I pulled on his swimming trunks with my toes. He looked up at me with a wicked grin. “Now, now, be patient. I’m not a selfish man,” he whispered.

Pouting and letting out a deep breath, I relaxed and allowed him to take control. He continued to fondle my breasts, teasing and making them ache with each lick. I moaned and slightly arched my back. It felt so good…traces of heat were left after each kiss with his lips, all the way down to the middle of my belly.

I refused to plead as I knew that the wait would be well worth it. His lips reached my hip bone, and he traced his tongue along it as he went lower. Pulling the strings off my bikini bottom, I spread my legs, allowing him access to my most secret place. I moaned when he licked my inner thigh, anticipating what was next. I felt his lips part into a smile when I squirmed. My back arched deeper as he twirled his tongue in and out, up and down. “Marcus,” I moaned as he rubbed me with his fingers to enhance the sensation.

“You taste so good, Mia.” He groaned. The pleasure was building with each thrust of his skillful fingers and tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to explode.

Spreading my arms aside, I gripped the bed sheets and fully arched my back, tossing my head into the pillow, and yelling his name as my orgasm erupted. I panted and kept my eyes closed. When I caught my breath, he removed his finger and gripped my thighs. He continued to lick between my folds, groaning, until my heart rate lowered.

When I finally glanced down at him, his eyes were dark, ready for me. I prepared myself as I watched him quickly remove his trunks, and I saw the large erection spring to life. He kneeled between me, spreading my legs wider. Reaching over, he grabbed the roll of condoms and tore one off, throwing the others aside. My heart sped as I watched him bring the foil between his teeth and tear it open.

I watched his every move as he brought his hand down and placed the condom on the tip of him, slowly rolling it back. I wanted him more than ever. He was perfect in every way: his face, his body, his thick hair, and the power he had over me. I wanted all of Marcus DeLuca: the good and the bad. I so desperately wanted the bad. I wanted him to be rough, not gentle. I needed hard, wild, crazy sex. He leaned over me with a narrow-eyed stare. “You ready for me?” He seductively groaned.

“I want it hard.” I panted, surprised by my own boldness. He flashed a wicked smile and brought his hand to the back of my head, gripping a fist full of hair. There was a slight pain in my scalp, but it was a good pain. “Oh baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to beg me to stop,” he said through clenched teeth. The threat excited me, and instantly I was aroused again, ready for him.

He slowly filled me with his hardness. I gasped, and he moved in and out at a slow rhythm. “Fuck Mia, you feel so good,” he whispered. Each movement gave me goose bumps, and it hardened my nipples. He slowly tugged my hair, pulling my head back, and he crushed his mouth against mine. I melted in his arms, never feeling more needed or wanted. “Hard, I want it hard, Marcus,” I moaned through our locked lips.

With my words, he pulled my hips closer to his, not moving away from our kiss, and he picked up the pace. He pulled away and thrust hard, repeating it over and over again. Each time he pulled away the harder he forced his hips into me. I moved my hips with his; our bodies were in perfect unison with each rhythm. With each thrust, he was deeper inside of me, making me forget everything: our argument, the pain, the emptiness, and the sadness I dealt with during the past few months. My mind was completely empty, and I’d never felt freer.

In one swoop, he was kneeling on the bed still inside me as I sat on him with my legs wrapped around his hips. My back leaned against the headboard. The minute we were up, he pushed deeper inside me, moving at a faster pace. My body felt overheated with pleasure, and I cried out each time my back slammed against the mahogany surface.