Page 68 of Little Fury

I deepen the kiss, running my tongue along the seam of his lips. He opens for me, letting me run my tongue along his. I step into the space between his legs and wrap my arms around his neck. He doesn’t return the embrace, not entirely trusting yet that I forgive him and that he should accept it. I step into him more, my breasts against his chest.

I let my hand run through his hair. Finally, I feel his arms wrap around me. I remove my shirt, pressing myself into his bare chest, crushing my breasts against him. His hands tighten on my skin, and he starts to kiss me deeper.

I moan into his mouth at the feel of his tongue against mine. He loves that noise and responds with a groan of his own. I feel his cock hard against my thigh, and I reach down and slide my shorts off, letting them fall to the floor. Marcus's hands move to my ass, gripping it. My hands slide under the waistband of his shorts, grasping his cock. I feel his hips thrust when I tighten my grip on him.

His mouth moves to my neck, and he drags his teeth over my sensitive skin, sending a wave of pleasure to my core. His fingers stroke their way down the cleft of my ass, finding my pussy wet and waiting for him. He slides a finger into me, and my head falls back as I gasp, feeling him push his finger further in.

“Ava.” He groans.

I release his cock and tug his shorts down. Marcus lifts himself up to help me remove them. I step on the rung of the chair he is sitting on and raise myself to straddle him. Marcus’s hands find my hips and I place a hand on his shoulder,steadying myself; I move him to my entrance, and I sink onto him, and we both let out a long sigh.

I rise again, letting him slide out of me to the tip, and then I drop down on him again, torturously slow for both of us. I do it again, sinking onto him even more slowly this time. I hear his breath hitch the slow torture of my movements, pushing him to his breaking point. I rise again, this time staying with just his tip inside me. I clench my pussy around his tip and draw a curse out of him. It’s the only warning I get before he grabs my hips and slams me down onto him.

“Oh, fuck.”I ground out.

“Fuck baby, you grip me so well.” His hands are on my ass, lifting me off his cock only to bring me back down hard over and over again. Both of us are panting now, desperate for the other. I place my hand behind me on the counter and arch my back so he can fuck up into me, hitting that spot inside that has me begging him to make me come. He moves me on his cock as he thrusts his hips up to meet mine. The force of him slamming into me and pulling me onto him is bordering on being too much. My needy sounds are just spurring him on.“Come on my cock, baby, soak me with your cum.”

My hand goes to my breast as I watch Marcus bury himself in me over and over again. Releasing his bruising grip on my hip, he shifts one of his hands, bringing it to my pussy, finding my clit.“Your clit is so swollen, baby. You are going to come so fucking hard, aren’t you.”I whimper, unable to form a real word. He rubs faster and then pinching it, and I come. Marcus keeps plunging in and out of me, my orgasm pushing him over into his own.

When we finally come down, I’m physically and emotionally drained. I have no coherent thoughts, only tears. Marcus wraps me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me in the bed, crawling in with me. He wraps his armsaround me, pulling me into his chest. He strokes my hair, telling me he’s sorry, loves me, and it'll all be okay. He keeps repeating those words over and over, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead and hair. I fall asleep in his arms, tears still washing over my face.

We arrive in New York on the morning of the 17th. Marcus heads to see his grandfather and Alexi, and I head to the Hilton Midtown.“Good morning,”the hotel clerk says.

“Morning, I have a reservation under Landry.”

She types on the computer, finding my information. “I see you have a suite booked, correct?”

“That is correct. I slide her my credit card. She takes it, does her stuff quickly, and hands me my key cards. “Welcome to the Hilton Midtown. You are in room 38465, 36th floor. Enjoy your stay.”

A bellhop is beside me instantly to carry my bags. Once I’m settled in my room I grab my laptop. Checking my emails, I reply to a couple of questions from Brynn at the bank and talk to a realtor in LA who is trying to find us a house. Once I have that done I look at my phone and realize the guys will be here any minute.

Needing to get out of the yoga pants and T-shirt I worefor the flight, I quickly rinse off in the shower. I throw on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a deep green oversized knit sweater with a matching green bralette underneath. Happy with the amount of bralette that shows through the holes of the large knit, I slip on my Jimmy Choo combat boots. I blow dry my hair fast and then run a straightener through it quickly. Hair done I quickly do my eyebrows and throw on some mascara. Ready for the rest of my day I leave the bedroom.

In the main room, I pick up the food menu to order room service, and wait for the guys to arrive. I don’t wait long before the first knock at my door. Caden is the first to arrive. It’s no surprise; military folks are always prompt.

“Caden,”I say, opening the door to let him in.“The flight was ok? How’s your room?”

“Flight was good. Short, I was only in Philly. My room is good.”

There’s another knock at the door, and Caden turns to open it.“Help you?”he asks, directing the question to who I assume is Matt.

“Matt Forestt,”he says, with irritation in his voice, confirming once again that grumpy is his baseline.

Caden looks over his shoulder to me, and I nod; he allows Matt into the room.

“Matt, meet Caden. Caden, meet Matt.” I bite my lip to stop laughing aloud as these two men size each other up. Matt has a strong stay-the-fuck-away vibe. Caden has more of a size-you-up-and-find-you-lacking vibe. I'm not sure exactly how men their age make friends, but apparently, for these two, it’s a staring contest followed by a couple of grunts and nods.

“We good, gentlemen?” I ask. Both men look at me, nod, and say, “Fine.”“Good.”

“Great to hear it because that wasn’t weird at all. Makeyourselves at home. We are expecting one more and some food and drinks.”

Matt stands by the window, looking out over Times Square. Caden leans against the wall near the door. We hear a loud knock. Both men look at me.

“Room service,”I tell them.

Caden goes to open the door and lets the concierge bring the food in. He sets all the food on the dining table and places the beverages in the fridge. He puts an ice bucket on the bar near the glasses.“Will there be anything else ma’am?”He says, looking only at me, clearly not intimidated by the two large men watching him.

“That’s it for now, thank you.”He nods and steps towards me, and both Caden and Matt move to get between him and me.

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