Page 31 of Ruled By Their Desires

“Holy fuck…” she panted, her own body tingling, shaking with the aftershocks, her body like jelly. He’d made her come twice.

Shit…

“Jesus… “ he called out at the same time still holding her to him against the wall. “So fucking good and I’m barely fucking you… You amaze me.”

They stayed like that for a moment as her brain checked out riding the waves of pleasure assaulting her, then reality came crashing down.

She’d just had sex, with Marcus in the dojo, in public where anyone could see them. Naked. Loud.

She could still feel the shadow of his cock pulsating inside her before he’d pulled out.

“Fuck….” she whispered looking around. Her hands were shaking badly now.

“Don’t do that. Don’t regret it baby. Please, don’t do that. No one’s here but us.” He told her gently his forehead on hers, his fingers slowly caressing her face, his lips going to her neck, his body surrounding her as he rocked against her mons, holding her up against him. She felt surrounded and guessed he must have seen the concern in her face, but she couldn’t look at him.

God it was too much…

She gave a nod and swallowed. “Okay,” she whispered. “I err… need to clean up.” He kept holding her and she wondered if he was going to let her go or go for round two. And wasn’t sure she was ready for either one. Then he moved and dropped her carefully to her feet, she grabbed her stuff, ignoring his very naked hard body standing there, pants at half-mast and one very hard cock standing up and dripping. Shit. She licked her lips seeing it. He’d given her want she’d wanted, and she was tempted to go for more.

She couldn’t even say that he’d influenced her with his speech, he hadn’t. He was right, she was on board and had been since he’d carried her off on arrival. The realisation was too much, and she legged it to the bathroom across the room like a coward.

Shit… shit… Shit. Oh god that was a mistake. What the hell had she been thinking?

She was thinking cock. Marcus’s cock. Not able to bare seeing his face right then, she took the other exit from the bathroom after showering, then made herself scarce.

It was too good. Too good…

It just kept going around in her mind. Just like all the other women at the base, she’d fallen for Cyborg cock.

Fuck! She knew better than that…

It had been amazingly good and not even sex really. Third base, right? At best. Kind of. She groaned as she rushed away. Who was she kidding, he’d penetrated her and she’d wanted it. He’d asked, told her to vocalise and she had. She had to own it, she was an adult.

Oh god…. She could have sex right?

Fuck! She’d not asked him to be sterile! But he’d come out of her right?

Not all the time stupid…..

Torn between grinning like an idiot and groaning at her own stupidity, the thoughts stayed with her all day eventually driving her crazy, eventually driving her to her parents feeling in need of a bit of pampering from her mom.

Shit…..She could act like normal right? Pretend like it didn’t happen.

Several hours later, another shower and clothes change, she felt she had this. She’d overreacted. She didn’t need to see Marcus again. It was stupid. People had sex around her all the time. The fact that she actually didn’t….

She had to stop that thought process and poured herself a healthy glass of what counted as wine, helping her mom get dinner ready. It was only when she was putting dishes on the table that she realised it was laid for four…. not three.

And about to ask why when there was a knock and Marcus walked in like he owned the place. She took a step back. He looked way to fucking hot, in a suit.

What the hell?

She watched in horror as her father went over and shook his hand before Marcus turned towards her. She wasn’t able to hide her annoyance. “I asked Marcus to join us after you got back yesterday.” Her father told her.

“And no one thought to tell me?” She bit out. Marcus came straight to her, she backed up a little with nowhere to go as he grabbed her face kissing her sensually, deeply, his tongue searching and dominating, duelling with hers and for a moment she forgot where she was and enjoyed it, until her father coughed.

Pulling back, she tried really hard not to say anything that was going to upset her mother, just turned for the kitchen and grabbed a few more dishes with her following her back to the table carrying the meatloaf. Her mind in turmoil, she watched as her mother welcomed Marcus too, like he was already in and that pissed her off. Grabbing her usual chair, she yanked it out and sat down pouring more plonk and knocked it back. She had the feeling she was going to need it before this night was over.

She was already too fragile for this shit and needed something stronger.

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