Page 40 of Mending Our Chance

22 Felicity

I pulled my trench coat tighter around my body as I knocked at Marcus’ door. It was cold outside, especially without anything underneath the damn thing. I couldn’t wait to get at my boyfriend and show him just how much I liked being his. He just needed to open the damn door.

“Marcus!” I banged my fist on his unit’s door. He had let me into the building, so he knew I was here. “Open up, dammit!”

I heard his heavy footfalls, and a current of desire shot through my body. The chain fell away and the lock clicked open. When Marcus appeared, I gave him my most sultry smile. “Hi. Dessert is on the house tonight.” I saw his lips turn up into a grin, but it did little to melt away the pain in his face. Despite our best week yet, Marcus was far too edgy and he’d admitted his anxiety was through the roof. The bags under his eyes told me that while I slept in his arms at night, he only lay there, holding me close.

“How did it go?” There was genuine concern in his voice.

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want to dive into anything serious right now. I had things to tell him, but first, I wanted to put on a little show for my guy.So, I dropped the take-out bag in his hands and came through the door.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Kicking the door shut behind me, I undid the belt on my trench coat. Then, capturing Marcus’ gaze, my fingers slowly undid each button. As I flashed him a peek at my nakedness under the coat, I ordered, “Don’t bring it up until tomorrow morning.”

“That bad?”

When the coat was fully opened, I started to advance on him, and instead of retreating back into the room, Marcus held his ground, pushing the issue. His eyes never dipped to take in my nude visage. Pursing my lips, I veered around him and took the dessert to the fridge, letting a little growl of frustration escape. When I slammed the fridge door closed, I took three breathes to calm down and inwardly sighed. This was where I was meant to be and this man was who I was meant to be with. The past had been so fucked up that I wasn’t going to let anything blow up our future.

Turning to face him again, I said, “Look, we are here right now. Just be present with me. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Marcus’ gaze had turned white-hot and his fingers were reaching for me. Shaking my head, I smacked at those grabbing claws. “No, no, no!” My voice was all throaty, my lust ill-concealed. “I’m serving the sweet stuff tonight. You’ll take your dessert on the couch.”

Reaching out, I shoved Marcus backward onto the couch so he understood who was in charge. Giving me a half-smile that told me I had the reins because he let me, Marcus obliged and went to reach for me again. This is why people have whips, I belatedly thought as I slapped his knuckles, hard. Stepping just in front of his knees, I told him he could play my way or I was going home. The threat only hung in the air for a moment. Although we both knew that that wasn’t going to happen, he dropped his hands and wisely decided to play along.

Watching him watch me as I took off my coat and drop to my knees in front of him was sexy as hell. If either of us had bothered to check, we would have found that I was already slick, my core drenched. I pushed his legs apart and watched his features soften as the hard edges of his inner pain drifted to the background. It was time to show him exactly what type of woman he was dealing with. He’s the one who claimed me earlier, it’s my turn now.

I could reward or I could punish—but both would be directed toward healing. I wanted us to last and I was committed to the claim I had staked on this relationship. My nails curled into his thick thigh muscles as I decided it was time to show him who was boss. In a way, we were celebrating my victory tonight. I had just dealt with the devil and survived. After that, I could totally conquer this Southern boy and bring him to his knees. It was just too funny that the best way to do that was to go down on my knees.

Marcus was quick to get the picture for his eyes grew serious. Gripping the back of my neck, he squeezed, trying to tell me who was in charge. He wasn’t going down without a fight. Oh honey, how cute.

It was time to blow his mind, literally as well as metaphorically. I could damn well guarantee this was going to be better than any other woman he had ever had. He’s mine now. And this was how I was marking him. Marcus didn’t know it, but I would strike after I had subdued him.

Ripping his pants down his hips, I fished his cock out of his boxers. My fingers wrapped around that thick rod and gave a long, hard pull. A hiss escaped his lips and I shot him a wolfish grin.

Marcus lifted a brow at me, his voice was all throaty and that drawl of his came out thick. “You flashing those teeth doesn’t inspire confidence, you know.”

“Stop me then.” Lowering my head, I didn’t break eye contact as I swirled my tongue around his tip. “Or don’t. It’s only your dick after all.”

I licked the clear drops off his tip. “I’m glad I skipped dessert for this,” I whispered, then ran my tongue across my lips. “To tell you the truth, I was imagining this ever since I left here earlier this afternoon.”

“You’re fucking amazing,” he replied.

“Just you wait.” I then ran my tongue along the length of him, from his base to the tip. When he shifted and his hand squeezed my shoulder tightly, I asked him the one thing I had been waiting this whole time to ask. “Do you want to take charge?”

“Yeah, city slicker, I do.”

I flipped my hair to the side and leaned back. He seemed to take it as a confirmation because with one swift movement, Marcus gripped under my arms and tossed me onto the couch next to him. Rising up, he shimmied out of his pants.

As he loomed over me, I raked my fingers over those thick thigh muscles and traced them around to his backside. “Then fuck my mouth, Marcus.”

He obeyed me. His cock pushed into my mouth, hips working fast and hard. He wasn’t stopping and I opened wider to oblige him further. He groaned as he worked deeper into my throat. What he didn’t know was the best was yet to come. I held on and enjoyed the ride, staring up at the man I was crazy for.

He was pounding my mouth as he had done my pussy, only this time, there was a shifting in our relationship. Our power was well-balanced. He might think he was the one in control up there, but I was the one who had his manhood in my mouth. And I had decided that he was going to stay with me. Sneaking a hand underneath his thrusting cock, I found his balls and gave them some attention.

That was all it took. Marcus groaned, saying my name as if it was a prayer. “Felicity.”

Then as my name left his lips, he let go of his load. Swallowing every drop, I let him relax and waited until he eventually grew soft between my lips. Dropping his manhood, I gave my lips a final lick and reaffirmed to myself, He’s not leaving me. We won’t mess this up.

It was now time to talk. Deciding not to grab my purse and the lounge clothes I had packed, I simply draped a blanket around my shoulders and patted the side of the couch. Marcus brought me a glass of water then collapsed beside me. Shifting a little, I drew him close before launching into the thoughts running through my mind.

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