One
MARCUS
The room was shrouded in darkness — much thicker than the dimly lit hall. It was nothing for me to slip inside. To engage the heavy door’s deadbolt with an audible ‘click’, divorcing me from the party outside.
It was the only sound I’d made all night. The only noise I would make… at least, until it was all over.
And it was so close to being over.
“It’s about time.”
My heart was already pounding, but now it skipped a beat. The voice was soft and feminine. Seductive.
You’re late, then.
I spent two seconds convincing myself it was fine. I could adapt. Improvise a new plan. It wouldn’t be the first time, or the last.
Silently I padded into the bedchamber, giving myself just enough time for my eyes to adjust. That’s when I saw her, standing at the foot of the bed. She was bent at the waist, with her hands on the mattress. Her skin-tight dress pulled up, just over the curve of her lush, rounded ass.
“Are you going to stand there in the hallway?” the voice asked impatiently. “Or get down to business?”
She was wearing spiked heels. They made her legs look fantastic. Legs that were wrapped in a pair of sleek black stockings, that ended mid-thigh…
I swallowed hard, taking a quick scan of the rest of the room.
“It’s just us,” she said, her long blonde hair fanned out in perfect symmetry across her back. “Exactly like you wanted.”
She bent over some more, locking her legs, thrusting her ass high in the air. I was utterly stunned. My next breath just vanished.
“I—”
“No talking!” she hissed, although it came out more frantic than angry. I watched as she rolled her hips sensually, wriggling them my way. “Also like you wanted.”
I could feel my pulse quicken, everything in my body tensing up. My heart was thundering out of my chest now. I took another few steps toward the breathtaking blonde who prostrated herself before me. A arm shot backward, grabbing my wrist…
Before I knew it, she’d placed both my hands on her ass.
“There…” she cooed, trapping my palms against her warm skin. After a few seconds, my hands began roaming her exposed flesh, guided by hers. They still moved, even after she took her own away. “That’s it.”
God, her ass was amazing. Soft yet supple. Warm and plump and—
“For a minute I thought you were going to run, like a pussy.”
Her eyes were hidden behind a shimmering curtain of straight blonde hair. Even so, I could sense her watching me as I felt her up. Watching me and weighing me. And something else, too…
Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Take me.”
The command was firm, yet it also dripped with disdain. One by one, she placed her knees on the bed. Her dress rode higher. I could barely make out the thin strip of her thong, parting the perfect cheeks of that perfect ass.
“I said…”
She shifted backward, grinding up and down on me. Stirring something inside me that hadn’t been awake in a while. I could smell her more clearly now, too. The soft, light scent of vanilla… and her own excitement.
I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly, deeply. I was absolutely intoxicated by her. I just wanted to stand there, drinking her in. Basking in her gorgeousness, as the knot in my pants tightened…
In the process, I forgot all about my hands. I let them drop.
“Bah!” she spat, whipping to look over her shoulder. “Just as I thought: a pussy. All talk, and no—”
My hands shot to her ankles as she tried to crawl away. I yanked her back from the other side of the bed, as easily as if she weighed nothing.
“Oh!’”
I worked my buckle, my belt, my zipper — my hands moving with a mind all their own. My boxers went down as well. It all happened so fast.
Seconds later we were skin to skin. I was pressing hard against her silken channel. Sliding my thick, heavy erection between those warm, shapely thighs.
“This,” I growled, leaning low over her back. I nudged the bulbous head against her thong-covered mound. “You wanted this?”