I’d have said any damn thing he asked me to at the moment, but I was his. Not a fucking lie.
“I’m yours, Marco. Make me come, baby, please,” I begged again, and it was enough for him to give me what I needed...his dick pounding into me, his piercings dragging across my sensitive insides while the base of him rubbed against mine.
“And I’m yours, Eden, always.” He captured my moans with his lips, nipping at mine before deepening the kiss and sucking hard on my tongue as he pressed deep in my pussy and repeatedly ground his pelvis against my clit. My scream was lost in his mouth just as his groan of completion was muffled by mine.
The sensations didn’t quickly subside, and when Marco made to let me go, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and refused to let him move. “Nu-uh, don't move. Just stay still for a minute,” I slurred lazily with my eyes closed and sweat cooling on my hairline.
“I’ll stay as long as you want. Just don’t forget about the condom; I don't want to hear about it if you move around and leave a snail trail on the felt." He winced at the term as if waiting for backlash, but I'd heard worse. "Or get knocked up. One day, when everything is back to normal I'm going to put a baby Marco in here.” He flexed his softening dick inside me, making my breath catch. “But until then, the swimmers stay in the rubber.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little, but as I opened my green eyes to his hazel ones, I saw that he was dead serious. And really fucking hot, all flushed and sweaty with his hair mussed. I’d appreciated his cut physique while he stripped down, the silver barbells on his chest only accentuating the picture he made, but I might like this version even better. My torso slid a bit against his with every breath, the sweat making it an easy glide, and the sensation of his piercings rubbing against me made me consider getting a couple more myself. “Maybe one day, we’ll have to see how it goes,” I said, evading his declaration. He shrugged like he already knew he’d get his way, then changed the subject.
“So, are you going to say it back?” The words he desired were on the tip of my tongue when Santos walked in.
“Oh, come on! Don't any of you know how to use a bed?” He didn’t bother to wait for a reply before he stalked back out, muttering about how Tony was going remove Marco's dick for having sex on the pool table.
I stared after my first love, eyebrows furrowed in worry and a little bit of guilt. I had been sleeping with him every night, but other than some sorely needed comfort cuddling on both our parts, there hadn’t been much else happening, and not only because he wasn’t cleared for full activity yet. Although he must be getting quite a bit better if he’d come upstairs.
"You ever going to put him out of his misery?" Marco asked without moving from his spot.
"Yeah, eventually." I sighed as I snuggled into his chest, still happy in my afterglow despite my concern about Santos’ feelings.
"Better do it soon, then. The only person in this house that might have balls almost as blue as Santos would be Tony,” Marco quipped.
I couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculousness, but my interest in Santos, or his dick, had never really been an issue, not after I found out we’d both been fucked over anyway. "He tends to get in his own way. Either he's an ass, or he's walking on eggshells around me." I didn’t want to think about it right then since he was starting to ruin my happy, but Marco wasn't quite done.
"Well, Lady Garden, you are the woman that got away. The only woman. And now he has to share if he wants you back. Cut the poor guy some slack."
He had a point, but I only gave him an unladylike grunt in return. Too bad I still needed to clean up. A nap right where I was didn't sound half bad, unless Tony came in with pruning shears to defend the pool table’s felt, but a bed would probably be better anyhow.
"So, are you gonna say it back or not?" he asked as he leaned down and dug his chin into my chest between my boobs, irritating the skin there with his prickly scruff. It would leave marks, as I was sure it had between my legs if the slight burn was any indication, but I didn’t mind. I kinda liked the physical reminders. He kept it up until I winced and wiggled, laughing as I demanded he stop.
"Fine, you mushy, shit, I love you too. Happy now?"
"I'm in fucking paradise, Edie," he shot back with his trademark grin...and a flex of his half-hard dick where it was still buried in me.
I groaned at his horrible pun, but after a condom and location change, I was down for more.