Page 48 of Brandishing Beginnings

Marcos pointed to the black duffle on the bed.

Grabbing the bag, I turned for the door and headed quietly across the hall to the bathroom. Nico already unpacked my toiletries and there was a fresh towel folded on the counter. They really were trying to move me in and make me feel at home.

I took my time in the bathroom, making sure to fully remove my makeup before I slipped into the shower. I didn’t need to wash my hair just yet, so I washed the sweat and grime from the club away and washed my face. When I finally climbed out of the shower, my limbs were relaxed and my movements languid. Brushing my hair and teeth quickly, I moisturized my face and body, before I slowly dressed into the satin nighty I had bought for spending nights at their apartment.

When I was done, I walked out of the bathroom with my clothes bundled in my hands and my duffle bag slung over my shoulder, and headed across the hall to Marcos’s room. His door was shut, so I quietly opened it, to find his room only lit by the table lamp. Already lying in bed, Marcos has the blankets draped over his chest. Opening his eyes as I closed the door behind me, he smiled softly. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough and gravely.

I smiled back and set my dirty clothes on the floor next to my duffle bag, before I climbed over Marcos, and onto bed between him and the wall. The queen size bed was pushed against the wall,and Marcos took up most of the mattress, leaving me enough room to shimmy in next to him. I was surprised that he hadn’t initiated sex by now. Was he just going to go to sleep? Expect me to sleep next to him?

“Relax,” he murmured.

Lying beside him, unsure of what to do, I giggled. “Are we not having sex?”

Marcos chuckled softly, before he rolled toward me. Sliding one arm under my head and wrapping the other around my hip, he turned me toward him, and pulled me in close. He kissed me softly before he pulled back. “Get some sleep, babe.”

Tucked under his chin, I wrapped an arm around his waist and sighed contently. Feeling warm, safe and secure, I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of love already flitting through my mind.

Marcos

I woke in the middle of the night to a mane of curls suffocating me. Sometime during sleep, Maya had rolled over, so her luscious ass was pressed against my rock-hard cock. She’d come to bed in that silky nightie that drove me wild and I’d had good intentions when we came home—I’d wanted to cuddle and not sleep together onour official first date—but it was hard to hold myself to that resolve now that those plump and juicy cheeks were cradling my dick.

My cock and balls were aching as I shifted them against Maya. Sliding my hand up her thigh, I nearly groaned when I found she wasn’t wearing any panties. I rubbed her bare, warm skin, watching for any kind of reaction from her. She was dead to the world and her nightie had slipped up and over hips as I ran my hand over her thigh and hip. Taking a gamble, I rolled away from her and quickly shimmied out of my boxers, trying not to shake the bed too much as I got naked. Flinging my boxers off the side of the mattress, I rolled back against Maya’s backside and slid in close.

Maya, for her part hadn’t moved. Her breathing was slow and steady, unchanging. I continued where I left off, sliding my hand down her thigh to behind her knee. Pushing her knee and leg forward, I bent her knee, opening her legs. Sliding my fingers through her folds, I found her warm and wet already.

I fingered her slowly, spreading her juices before I slid my cock between her folds. Soaking myself in her slick, I slowly pushed myself inside her, all the while monitoring her breathing and reactions.

Her breath hitched, when I was finally fully seated inside her warm and slippery cunt. When she didn’t stir, I slid my hand over her hip and around her belly, resting my hand over the small swell of her tummy. “One of these days,Mi Vida, I’m gonna breed you.” I pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck and slid my otherarm under her neck, settling in close. “I’m gonna give you my baby and watch this belly swell with my seed.”

Maya’s breathing stayed steady, her chest still rising gently as I vowed to her and myself that I would make that happen one day. The idea of her carrying my child just struck a chord within me, it feltrighton so many levels that I knew I would have to make it come true one day.

Thrusting my hips, my bare cock fucking into her, I had to stifle my groan as her wet hot heat sucked me in, her body begging for more. “I almost want to wake you up so you hear all the filthy things I’m gonna do to you.” Almost.

I made love to her slowly, continuing to whisper the dirtiest things I could think of, making a promise to myself to fulfill each one of them.

When I came, my body shaking as I laid besides her, I made sure not to jostle her as I monitored her breathing: still slow and steady. I pressed a small barely-there kiss to her temple, before I slow pulled out of her.

“Fuck baby, we’re going to have so much fun together.” I settled back beside her. I would need to put my boxers back on before she woke up in the morning, but for now, I would savor the feeling of her sleeping peacefully in my arms.

Maya

“Good mornin’, Darlin’,” Jason greeted me with a smile. Walking into their kitchen, I smiled sleepily at my three men. Seated around the small kitchen table, that only had three chairs, Jason held an arm out to me. I went to him easily, leaning into his body as I stepped between his legs.

“Hi,” I murmured. Perching on his thigh, I rested my head on his shoulder, and turned my face into the crook of his neck.

Marcos got up and made me a cup of coffee, before setting it down in front of me.

Jason’s arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against him.

I moaned softly and nuzzled the scruff under his jaw.

“My turn tonight.” Jason’s voice was deep and gravelly as he spoke directly into my ear.

I shivered as the heat of his words and breath skated over my skin. “’Kay,” I murmured.

Jason's chuckle was a deep rumble in his chest that vibrated through my side. “Not a morningperson, Darlin’?”

I mumbled under my breath. Hadn’t we already had a conversation about this the last time I’d spent the night? Ignoring him, I reached for my coffee and brought it to my lips, cupping it with both hands.

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