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The banging on the door continues. I jam my feet into my slippers, tightening my night robe around my body. I open the door, and a figure comes through the doorway to press me to the wall beside it. The door bangs shut behind us, locking before frantic lips press against mine. I shove the assailant away to see ―
"Marc? Is everything okay?" I ask quickly. His curls are loose and messed as if he’s been running his fingers through them for hours, his breathing labored.
"I’m sorry, I know it's late but you were gone and I couldn't do anything, but I had to see you. Please, I know it’s not ― I need you and I was so scared, and I know it's selfish and I'm putting you at risk by coming to see you, but I couldn't ― I couldn’t stay away and I really need you right now, just please ― " Marc continues to ramble, pacing back and forth across the entranceway to the apartment. He runs fingers through his hair again, frantically looking towards me.
"Marc, baby. Calm down, I’m right here. Go sit and I’ll get you a cup of water and you can tell me everything, okay?" I place a hand on his chest to gently steer him towards the living room couch.
I make my way to the kitchen, thankful for the open-floor design. I’m sure that in his current state, if I disappeared from Marc’s field of view for more than a second he would have had a panic attack. By the looks of him, he may have already.
I hand him the glass of water and he chugs it quickly before slamming the cup onto the living room table like a shot glass. He reaches to grab my hips, dragging me into his lap. I stumble a little, with no choice but to fall into his lap, thighs bracketing his and hips flush together and... Was he hard?
His face is flushed, his breathing unsettled. He looks up at me with wide eyes and blown-out pupils, making them dark with want, need, and hunger.
"Marc?" I ask, carefully.
"Y-yeah?"
"Do you want to tell me what happened or ―? "
"It’s not really important right now, I just―” He sighs, “Please, can I touch you?”
Blushing at his direct words, I nod slowly. I’ve never heard so needy before.
His hands are immediately everywhere, grabbing my face to bring me closer. He kisses me deeply, and bites at my bottom lip before moving down my chest. His hands running up my sides, slipping inside my robe to toy with my bra's clasp. He hesitates before deciding otherwise and dives down to my now soaked panties. He moves them aside, dragging his finger through my folds. Breaking the kiss, I sigh in pleasure as he moans at the feeling of me against his fingers
"F uck , baby, I want you so bad, you’re so good to me. Please, please can I take off your underwear, please ?" he begs, and I flush. This is the most he’s ever begged, visibly hot and bothered.
I nod my head and get off his lap as he rips my panties down my thighs, ditching them on the floor. I make my way towards the bedroom, looking back to see Marc still sitting on the sofa, hands gripping his thighs tightly as he stares in awe.
"You coming or what?" I turn to continue walking, hearing the scramble of his footsteps as he runs after me.
I take my bra off and enter the bedroom, watching Marc follow me through the entryway. His chest heaves as he stares openly at my breasts.
"Clothes off. On the bed, now." I say, ordering him around. He nearly stumbles and falls after trying to remove his pants, shirt and shoes at the same time. After a record-breaking attempt to strip down, he starts taking off his Star of David necklace.
"No. That stays on. Everything else can go but that stays on." I say firmly.
He stares at me wide-eyed, nodding frantically and spread out in the middle of the bed. God, he looks good like this, his dick fully erect and tip red. His hands fidget as he tries to stay still, itching with energy he desperately wanted to let out. Walking slowly over to the leg of the bed, I put a hand on his thigh, stroking it gently as it he jolts under my touch.
"What do you want, Marc?" I ask, voice low.
He inhales a sharp breath at my voice, gazing up at me intently as I look up from his thighs, “Anything. Everything. Please, just ― I need you so badly, please, please, anything you’ll give I’ll take, I just need you right now."
I lean down to place kisses on his beautiful neck, "Hmmm, try to be more specific for me, okay pretty boy?"
"I ― I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so badly. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk the next day, to make you feel so so good, to pound you into the bed until everyone in the building knows my name," he breathes, whimpering slightly as I suck and bite hickeys into his neck, "I want to make you cum and until you let me fill you up, to keep fucking you nice and deep until you tell me to stop. Please, please , let me do that." His voice is frantic and needy, an octave with every plea. “ Please , let me make you feel good.”
I give him one soft kiss and lift my head to whisper in his ear "Then go for it, pretty boy. You know what to do."
His eyes widen.
"Thank you, thank you," he murmurs, grabbing my hips and tossing me onto the bed. He rises above me to kiss me frantically, sloppy desperate kisses that move down to my jaw, to my neck. He bites and sucks slightly, not enough to leave significant marks but enough to drag out heavy moans from me. I grip his curls in my fingers, pulling as he groans out thank you ’s, like a broken record.
Marc trails his mouth down, licking across my stomach and biting my inner thighs. He licks a strip across my folds, moaning at the taste, his motions becoming more frantic as he chases the flavor. He plunges his tongue inside my leaking hole, his nose bumping my clit. Groaning, I pull his head closer to my hips, silently asking for more. And more he gives, inserting a finger alongside his tongue, humming low in his throat. The vibrations have me whimpering in pleasure. My thighs close around his face as I feel the burning in my core flare more and more.
He pulls out his tongue, inserting two more fingers into my hole and licking tight little circles around my clit. He repeats the motions until I’mmoaning his name loudly, grinding down against his fingers as I cum, continuing to work me through my orgasm. His face peeks up from between my legs, the lower half drenched in my juices and somehow still looking starved for more. I pull his head up by his hair, kissing him deeply and tasting myself on his tongue as his fingers remain inside me.
"Fuck, you taste so good," Marc says, panting above me, slowly beginning to pump his fingers inside me again.
"Please can I fuck you now? Please?" He whines, fingers moving more quickly, squelching and stretching me out, already starting to build another coil in my stomach.
"Yes, Marc, please, I’m ready, please fuck me," I breathe out, kissing him quickly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he whispers. He removes his fingers, sitting back on his heels to line up his cock to my entrance. Marc slides all the way in with one deep, smooth thrust. He frames my head against the pillow with his forearms, his necklace dangling above of my face as he groaning out in pleasure.
He breathes slowly, looking down at me with raised brows, silently asking for my permission. He smiles wide at my nod, kissing me as he starts to move. He drags his cock out of me slowly, hitting every sweet spot on the way out. I gasp at the sensation.
"This good, baby?" He asks lowly, with a knowing smirk.
I nod as his hips pick up speed, skin slapping against skin, our heavy breathing and moans echoing throughout the room. He shifts his hips, driving them into me impossibly deeper, shudders as I rake my nails down his chest.
I grind my hips up and try to match his rhythm as he pounds me into the bed. His necklace dangles above my face, glinting in the light of the room. He pants, dropping his head and groaning to stare at where we're joined. He admires how slick his dick is with my cum as he slides in and out of me, watching my hips jerk when he thrusts to hit that sweet spot inside me. He reaches his hand down between us, rubbing tight little circles around my clit, desperate to make me soak his dick.
"Come on baby, come on baby. Cum for me, please cum for me, " he pleads. My walls flutter around him and his hands momentarily buckle. His cock throbs inside me with a halted orgasm, not being given permission. I cry out as he resumes circling my clit, pleasure coiling more and more in my gut as I grind my hips up into his.
I summoning all the strength I have to grab his face, looking him deep in the eyes, “Cum for me. Now."
His eyes go wide at the command, his body involuntarily following the order and sending us tumbling into the throes of our orgasms.
Marc's hips stutter for a few seconds, his cock twitching inside me with heaving breaths. He pulls out, collapsing onto me with his head on my chest.
"Fuck," I breathe out, "That was... Hot. Unexpected, but hot."
Marc huffs a laugh, "Yeah."