Page 49 of Little Fury

“I’ll never tell Ava. What would be the fun of that?”hesays as he leans in more, his leg pushing in between my thighs more, forcing my legs wider to allow him closer. The slit in my dress rides higher.

“Ava.” He says my name not in question but in permission.

“Marcus,”I say his name, my voice sounding breathy and needy.

He leans in that last little bit. My breath stutters at the feel of his skin between my thighs. Remembering that he’s wearing shorts. I let my thighs fall apart, giving him the access he wants. He slides forward in his chair, his other hand finding my chin and making me look up at him. I feel his thigh as he slides me forward ever so slightly, pressing against my core, and it’s just enough to drag a breath from me.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me to stop, tell me to fuck off, tell me something. Because right now, all I want to do is take your mouth with mine while I make you come on my hand.”A whimper escapes me, and then I feel his thumb sliding under the hem of my dress, moving higher. My eyes drop to his hand.

“Look at me,”he demands, and I comply instantly. There is desire in his eyes, but also uncertainty.

“Let’s go home, Marcus.”That uncertainty in his eyes disappears with my words.

He nods at me, stands and takes my hand, leading me out of the bar. We make our way back up to the central part of the restaurant, heading to the front. He gives the valet our ticket, and we wait for the car. He keeps my hand in his while we wait, his thumb making circles in the palm of my hand. I step into him when a gust of wind comes off the ocean. His other hand goes to the small of my back, slipping slightly lower. His hands are large, and they grab my dress in a fist, pulling me closer to him. My hands rest on his chest.

The car arrives, and we’re forced to separate. Marcus gets in the driver's seat and waits for me to fasten my belt before he pulls out onto the street. “Wicked Game”By Chris Issac invades the space, the song adding to the intensity inside the small space. I drop my head back against the headrest. Marcus’s hand rests on my thigh, his fingers making small designs on the soft skin. I relax my legs slightly, giving his fingers more room.

He digs them into my skin more firmly as they inch higher toward my core. I gasp quietly when his fingers graze my skin, a whisper of a touch slides over my underwear. My legs shift open wider without any real intention on my part. My body wants his touch, even if my mind hesitates. We pull into the driveway of our house, and Marcus removes his hand from my leg, putting the car in park.

Marcus gets out quickly walking around to my side. He opens my door, taking my hand to help me out. Opening the door to the house we step inside. Having left some lights on, the house has a warm glow. I walk across the great room to the wall of sliding glass. I slide the curtains, unlock the doors and open them. They fold into themselves and disappear into the wall at each end. I close the rest of the curtains, letting the wind blow them. Music plays,and “Slip”by Elliot Moss echo’s off of the surfaces.

I walk to where Marcus is standing by the fireplace, holding a scotch for me.

“Thank you,”I say as I take a sip.

He nods at me, watching my throat as I swallow. Setting his glass on the mantle, he pushes off the wall and stalks towards me. I turn just before he reaches me and walk towards the dining room. He catches me, putting his handson the table, caging me in. I feel his breath on my shoulder and the heat radiating from his body.

He isn't touching me anywhere, but I feel him everywhere.

“Ava, tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“What if we fuck it all up, Marcus?”

“What if we don’t?”His mouth presses against my shoulder, his teeth lightly grazing it.

“You are my best friend. I can’t lose you.”

He runs a hand up my arm, hooking his thumb under my chin and tipping my head to the left.“Ava, tell me to stop, and I stop. We go back to being best friends like nothing happened,”he says against my neck, his breath making my skin tingle.

He starts a slow and teasing countdown.“Five. Tell me to stop, Ava,”he says. I say nothing.

“Four.” He pulls me closer, and I feel his hard chest against my back. His tongue traces a path along my shoulder, and he blows on it, sending a shiver through me.

“Three. I hear your breaths coming in faster. If I ran my hand up your inner thighs, would I be rewarded with feeling your wetness there?” A wave of arousal rushes through me at his words.

“Two.”He says as he drags his hand along my thigh up towards my core.

“Fuuuck, Ava, is this all for me?”He breathes against my back as he drags his up higher.

“One. Now or never, Little Fury. If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to bury my cock in your sweet cunt and make you cry out my name.” He pulls me into him and pushes against my ass, and I can feel how hard he is.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Yes.”

“Finally,”he growls, gripping my hip and turning me to face him as he claims my mouth for the first time.

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