Marcus (Savage Kings MC – South Carolina Book Series 9)
Marcus: Chapter 11

“That was delicious,” Teagan says as she finishes up the strawberry milkshake I brought back to her after I was only gone an hour.

One fucking hour, then I was riding right back home.

She’s eating in bed again, probably because I brought the damn thing to her.

Fuck it. She has to go. I’m worried she may have already got her hooks too deep into me as it is.

I don’t like all this weird as hell shit she’s got me doing for her without even asking. It’s like some sort of sorcery, some enchantment she’s cast over me. I’ve never waited on a woman in my life like this.

Not that I’ve had one stay around long enough to wait on them, but that’s a different story.

It must be my desperation getting the better of me. That’s all. She’s gorgeous and sexy, and she knows it. She’s using those two things to get what she wants from me. Wait, that can’t be right. All she’s asked for is food while her ass heals up, and there was no faking what happened the other night. Maybe she actually likes…no, goddammit!

“Look, now that you’ve finished eating, you should get dressed and go,” I tell her point-blank from my seat in the armchair. I need her gone before I sink any deeper into her tricky, manipulative quicksand. And while I wish I could fuck her at least once before she leaves, it’s obviously not going to happen. She’s too sore and planning to keep stringing me along with her charade.

“Okay. Right after I get a shower,” she responds with a nod.

Sighing, as I imagine her naked body standing underneath my showerhead, water dripping down all her curves, I tell her, “Fine.”

When she insists on getting up and taking her empty cup to the kitchen trashcan instead of letting me do it, I start to think she may be up to something.

I can tell she’s enjoyed the fuck out of being waited on by me for the last twenty-four hours. But it seemed like the least I could do after hurting her.

Teagan returns from the kitchen, but she doesn’t go straight to the bathroom for her shower.

Oddly enough, her ridiculously feminine name is even starting to grow on me. It fits her whether she likes it or not. It certainly fits much better than T.J.

“What are you doing?” I ask when she comes over and kneels down between my spread thighs.

“Whatduya think I’m doin’?” she asks, her words slurred because there’s something in her mouth.

And fuck yes, I want to be that something in her mouth. I’m just not sure why now all of a sudden, she’s decided that I deserve to have my dick sucked.

I don’t stop her when her hands come up and start undoing my belt and my jeans. And when she pulls me out, I’m still soft but not the least bit ashamed. I’ve always been more of a shower than a grower.

Leaning closer, Teagan grips the base of my cock and then I get the first wet swipe of her tongue around my crown.

“Jesus!” I exclaim, clutching the arms of the chair with both hands when her tongue is freezing cold instead of being warm. It’s not exactly a bad feeling. My cock is hard as a rock just from that small touch. No, it’s not bad at all, just different. A few more swipes of her tongue up and down my shaft, following my veins, each one taking my breath away, and I’m starting to realize why she sobbed and cried when I ate her pussy with a frozen tongue.

The cold is almost painful, but fuck, I like it. I need more than a few swipes, though.

That’s why I grab the back of her head and tell her, “Open wide for me, Teagan. Now.”

Those unreal violet eyes look up at me as she spits out the ice cube to the floor and then does as I asked. Parting her lips, she takes me in her mouth. Just the brush of my dick over her icy tongue nearly has me shooting my load down her throat. It’s been nearly a decade since a woman’s given me this sort of treatment.

But no, I want more of this, more of her teasing like last night before she lets me come.

Instant gratification is highly overrated.

Apparently, Teagan has the same idea. She tortures me for what feels like hours, taking me deep to the back of her throat, swallowing me down, and then backing all the way off to tickle my balls with the tip of her tongue.

Over and over, she does this to me. Each and every time I get closer to the edge, until I’m in agony, my balls drawn up so tight to my body that I think they may be permanently damaged.

It feels like I’ve waited a hundred years instead of ten for this moment.

With my head thrown back, eyes closed, I fist her hair to guide her mouth, holding her face nearly to my pelvis while chanting, “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

Then she gags, and I fucking let her pull off, even though it nearly kills me.

“This time…I promise I won’t stop if…” I hear her say through pants, making my eyes fly open to look down at her.

“If what?” I grit out through my clenched teeth. I’m going to have a jaw ache by the time this is finished. But fuck, I would give her anything she wanted if she would just let me come!

She has no clue how long I’ve waited for this. More than three thousand-six hundred days. Over eighty-seven thousand hours.

“If you’ve changed your mind and want me to stay?”

“What?” I ask, not having the slightest clue what she’s talking about.

“Let me stay here with you,” she says, and even those words all strung together don’t make much sense, because of course I want her to stay right the hell where she is – on her knees with my dick in her mouth.

When it finally hits me, what I think she’s asking for, I let go of the back of her hair and throw my head back against the chair.

Fuck, she thinks she can manipulate me with a blowjob into letting her what, stay with me for a few more days? Sleep next to me every night so I can keep bringing her breakfast and snacks in bed while she tempts me but doesn’t give me any relief? She’s out of her goddamn mind!

“Oh, fucking mother fuck!” I exclaim, my hips lifting in the air when her warming mouth and wet tongue suddenly surround my entire shaft and she sucks so hard, she nearly pulls my ass out of the goddamn chair.

Then, just as soon as it appeared, her mouth is gone again, leaving me desperate.

“Marcus?” Teagan asks softly. “Do you want me to stay with you a little longer?”

“Maybe. Yes. Fuck!” I shout to the ceiling as I take myself in my hand that’s dry and doesn’t feel nearly as good. It’s been all I’ve needed before, but it’s not enough right now when something better was just surrounding it.

“Yes? Really?” Teagan asks when she climbs up on my lap, straddling me naked, my cock pressed to my stomach, sandwiched between me and her. She slides her hot, slick pussy back and forth along my length until I’m soaking wet and shaking with the need to sink inside of her.

It’s like every time I’ve gotten close since the first night, something gets in the way and prevents me from entering that fucking heaven.

Not this time. I need it. I need her to ride me before I lose my damn mind.

No woman has ever teased me like this, and I’m not sure if I love it or hate it. If I finally get to have her, it’ll be easier to answer that question.

Teagan’s lips brush lightly over mine, at odds with the frenzy inside of me. “Marcus?” she whispers against them.

Grabbing the back of her head with one hand and her ass with the other, I shove my tongue into her mouth and press her body down on mine, swallowing her whimpers. My fingers digging into her sore ass probably hurt but right now I don’t care. I let go of it to fist my dick, lining myself up with her pussy’s entrance when Teagan pulls her mouth from mine and says, “Wait.”

“What?” I ask, freezing as I stare at her face, those unreal eyes, once again willing to give her anything she wants.

“We need a condom.”

Oh yeah. What the hell was I thinking?

At least there’s one nearby, I just have to lift my hips with Teagan on them to pull my wallet from the back pocket of my jeans. Of course, the movement rubs our lower bodies together, making me groan.

I barely remember opening my wallet and taking the foil wrapper out when the rubber is suddenly being rolled down my shaft by Teagan.

She lines me up with her body perfectly but then starts rubbing the head of my dick over her clit. And while she’s sexy as hell with her eyes closed, head thrown back, naked and moaning on top of me, I’m dying here.

“What are you waiting for, Teagan?” I ask.

“Let me…let me get…a little…closer…”

“Closer?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grumble before sliding my hand between our bodies and slip two fingers inside of her. She falls forward on a moan, burying her face against my shoulder.

“God, you’re so hot and slick,” I tell her as I pull my fingers free to rub her clit with them and run my tongue along her neck. “I can’t wait much longer.”

She shivers, her thighs tightening around my hips as she gasps and starts to come on my fingers. Her lower body writhes around, brushing my cock, making me crazy.

“Are you ready now?” I ask through gritted teeth, nearly worked up beyond the point of speaking. If it were up to me, she would be riding me already, for fuck’s sake.

But it’s not my decision.

And she’s testing my years of patience.

“Mmm,” she says against my shoulder as her hot, damp mouth moves up the side of my neck. “If I were staying here with you, sleeping in your bed, you could have me any time you wanted.” Her teeth bite down, pinching my flesh. “I could be yours to command. I would do anything you asked.”

I stop breathing as her words sink into my skull. She’s not going to let this shit go. I know she’s manipulating the hell out me, but fuck it, I want her to.

“If I let you stay here another day or night, I sure as shit won’t let you keep torturing me like this!”

Teagan whispers, “If I were lying next to you, you wouldn’t need to even ask. You could just take whatever you want from me, whenever you wanted…”

I do like the sound of that.

She’s sure as fuck not moving in here with me. Still, I’m not ready to send her on her way just yet. I want to play with her a little longer.

Have I ever wanted a woman as much as I want her?

For nearly two days now, she’s been playing with me, literally sucking up to me while I get her off, but I haven’t been allowed to finish in her mouth or even fuck her yet.

Grabbing the back of her hair, I yank her head back so that I can see her face and she can see mine.

“You’ll do what I say, even if I tell you to stay in my bed all fucking day and night?”

Teagan nods what little she can with my fingers tangled in her hair. “Yes, sir, King Marcus.”

She lifts her hips and then holds my hard cock still as she lowers herself down on it slowly, one agonizing inch at a time. All the while, her mouth is hanging open, her eyes closed, gasping as if she’s taking the biggest dick of her life.

Teagan is a damn good actress, but I know exactly what she’s doing.

And I’m actually falling for her act, like an idiot jumping out of an airplane without a parachute because it’s been so long since a woman let me inside of her.

But once I’m finally fully sheathed, it’s my fucking show.

Standing up with Teagan in my arms, I hold her hips down tightly to keep our bodies joined. Then I drop to my knees, bracing her back on the floor to pump my hips hard and fast, not caring if the hardwood hurts her marked ass. She’ll live.

Teagan screams and cries out for God as her fingernails dig into my upper back. But I’m her master now, for as long as she stays here. It’s time she knows that too.

I thrust deep with nearly all my weight bearing down on her, then hold still until her hazy, violet eyes open and look up at me from only a few inches away.

“The only name you scream from now on is mine, little girl. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, sir,” she whispers, nodding fervently.

I keep watching her face the entire time I withdraw my hips, easing out of her cunt before thrusting forward again and again until she throws her head back and her body arches off the floor.

“Marcus!” she exclaims to the ceiling while her fingernails try to pull me down impossible closer to her body. “I’m…I’m…”

“Getting…your brains…fucked out,” I finish for her with three final thrusts. She shudders all over and her pussy throbs around my cock, setting off my own explosive release.

It feels like I’ve waited a hundred years for this pleasure after Teagan’s long, drawn out torture.

And I’ve never felt anything like it or shouted out so loud in my entire life.

If I had neighbors nearby, I would’ve probably had to apologize for shaking their windows. That’s just how fucking good it was to finally come inside of her.

My weight sinks down on top of Teagan’s soft curves, crushing her breasts between us as I try and catch my breath.

It’s then that what I agreed to just a few minutes ago becomes much more significant.

I agreed to let this woman I just met stay with me.

I’m so fucked.

But I’m certain that she’ll run away soon enough like all the others, and it’ll be done and over.

Until then, I’ll use her the same way she’s using me.