Page 67 of Beautiful Small Things

“Who said I need you to make myself feel better?”

“Are we lying to each other now, BJ?” he teases, stepping back into my space. “We both know how good I can make you feel. Remember when you came all over my cock? Because I do. I still think about it all the time.”

“You do?” I squeak. I can feel wetness pooling between my legs, and my nipples harden at his words and proximity.

“I do,” he whispers, pushing some of the flyaway hairs behind my ears and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I have so many questions rapid-firing in my brain. Why now? What’s changed in the last twenty-four hours? What about everything we’ve agreed to? Is this just one night? Will this change things?

All of the thoughts cease to exist as soon as his lips crash against mine. Right now, I don’t want to fight how I’m feeling or play games with him. I want to submit to his control.

He pulls my hair back, lifting my chin to deepen our kiss. His tongue drives into my mouth, seeking my own. I suck on it, relishing the flavor that is uniquely him. He smiles as he bites and sucks on my lower lip before abruptly dropping to his knees before me.

Butterflies swarm in my stomach as Marcus looks up at me through hooded eyes. His hands reach around and squeeze my ass as he plants a kiss just above my belly button. Slowly, he raises my tank top, revealing my piercing. His hands explore my hips, my waist, my ass. Kneading and squeezing. He smiles as he licks around my piercing and then flicks it with his tongue, sending shock waves up my spine.

My hands find their way to his hair, tugging and pulling him as close as possible. My fingernails scrape his scalp as he moans with pleasure. Suddenly, he stands and walks away, leaving me a panting, needy mess.

I watch him walk over to the corner of the room and retrieve a large stability ball. He grabs it and walks back to me, setting it down next to us.

“Strip,” he commands. My brain is clouded, and I don’t comprehend what he’s saying at first.

“James,” he says sternly, “if you don’t strip right now, I’m going to rip those fucking clothes off of you.”

I bite my lip and slowly roll my yoga pants and panties down my legs. I bend all the way over for full effect and see him look over my shoulder in the mirror.

“Fuck,” he exhales as I kick off the pants. Next, I straighten up and lift my tank top off over my head, tossing it at him. He catches it and throws it over his shoulder without taking his eyes off me. I’m taking my time with my sports bra, trying to tease him, when he lunges for me and spins me around so that I’m facing the mirrored wall. He rips my bra off over my head, leaving me completely naked as he stands behind me, studying me in the mirror’s reflection.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, meeting my eyes in the mirror. He trails his hand down my neck and then palms my breast, squeezing and kneading it before rolling my nipple between his fingers.

My head rolls back onto his shoulder, causing him to abruptly stop and grab my chin, forcing me to look straight ahead.

“Look at us together. We’re fucking perfect,” he says as he returns to working my breast. “Watch us in the mirror. Don’t take your eyes off it.”

He sucks on my neck gently as his hands continue to explore my body. The intensity of the music and being forced to watch his large hands map my curves makes my skin tingle with need.

Once his hand cups my pussy, I almost come on the spot. Meeting my eyes in the mirror in a heated gaze, he slides his fingers through my wet slit, causing me to tremble with anticipation. With a cocky smile on his face, he slips his middle finger inside and begins to pump in and out.

“You need more, BJ?” He asks with a satisfied grin.

My reply is breathy and desperate. “Yes, please, Marcus.”

He adds another finger while dropping his head to suck on the spot between my neck and shoulders.

I drop my hand to cover his and he begins to circle my clit with his thumb.

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispers in my ear. “Do you want to come on my fingers or my tongue?”

“You’re tongue,” I pant, barely able to speak. “I want you to eat my pussy.”

Marcus drops to his knees again and throws my legs over his shoulder. He doesn’t move at first, devouring me with his eyes. Looking up at me with a smile, he circles my clit with featherlight sweeps of his tongue, driving me insane with need.

I grab his head and grind myself against his face as he increases the pressure. He growls as he flattens his tongue and then sucks my clit into his mouth while pumping his fingers inside me. I fight the urge to close my eyes as the sensations take over my body.

“Please, Marcus,” I mewl as he increases the pressure on my clit and curls his fingers, massaging my sensitive inner walls. The sucking sounds of his tongue and fingers working my pussy fill my ears, drowning out the music in the background as I climb higher.

My orgasm hits me like a truck as my legs quiver, and my breath is stolen. I come with my entire body. All of my muscles tighten and contract from my toes to my forehead. My pelvis convulses against him, and he licks and laps up the evidence of the orgasm, his finger slowly pumping in and out.

He stands and stares at me, both of us breathless, before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me into a tender kiss. Something vulnerable passes between us in that kiss. It’s an understanding that we are heading into uncharted waters and are both finally ready to take that chance.