Chapter 108 Forever

Chapter 108 Forever
Talia POV 

Marcus pulls back slightly, looking at me with those dark eyes that have always undone me.

"Talia, are you sure? Because if we do this…" Marcus starts.

"I'm not asking you to stay forever," I interrupt, my voice sharper than I intend. 

"I'm not saying we are back together. I'm just saying... I miss you in my bed. And I'm tired of denying myself that just to prove a point." I reveal because that'd the truth.

I want him. I fucking want him as my fuck mate right now and not what he is trying to prove himself because he hasn't passed for that yet.

That doesn't mean we can't have fun, right?

"What point?" Marcus asks, his thumb brushing against my jaw in a way that makes my breath catch.

"That I am strong enough to walk away from you," I say honestly. 

"But Marcus, I don't want to be strong tonight. I just want you." I confess.

He studies my face for what feels like forever and I can see the war in his expression.

"If we do this, I need you to know it means something to me. This isn't just sex.” He says carefully.

"I know," I say, standing up and pulling him with me. 

"But I need you to know that sleeping together doesn't mean everything is fixed. 

It doesn't mean I totally trust you.

It sure as hell doesn't mean we are back to how we were."

"I know," Marcus echoes, his hand tightening around mine.

"Good," I say. "Then take me home."

We start walking back toward where his car is parked, but with each step, the tension between us builds.

The air feels thicker and harder to breathe.

My skin feels too tight.

By the time we reach his car in the mostly empty parking garage, I can't take it anymore.

"Marcus," I call him, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.

He turns to look at me, and whatever he sees in my face makes his eyes darken.

"Yeah?"

"I can't wait," I admit, and fuck, I sound desperate.

I am actually desperate.

"I need you now." I whisper loud enough for him to hear.

Marcus's jaw clenches. "Talia…"

"Now," I repeat, already reaching for the back door handle.

I yank it open and climb inside, pulling him in after me.

The door slams shut and suddenly we're in the confined space of his backseat, breathing hard and staring at each other.

"You know when it comes to you, I can't control myself," I whisper, my hands already going to his belt.

Marcus groans. "Talia, we're in a parking garage." 

That is him protesting but why does it sound weak, like he is silently begging me not to stop?

"I don't care," I say, popping the button on his slacks. "I need this, I need you."

My fingers find his zipper and I pull it down slowly and deliberately, watching his face the entire time.

His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide and I can feel how hard he is through his boxer briefs.

"Fuck," Marcus breathes, his head falling back against the seat.

I palm him through the fabric and he hisses, his hips jerking up into my touch.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this," I murmur, hooking my fingers into his waistband. 

“ You don't know how much I've missed you."

"Show me," Marcus says, his voice rough.

I do exactly that, show him how I have been dying to have him.

I pull his boxer briefs down just enough to free him, and God, I almost forgot how perfect he is.

That cock is long and thick and already leaking at the tip.

I wrap my hand around him and he makes a sound that goes straight between my legs.

"Talia," he breathes.

I stroke him slowly, base to tip, twisting my wrist the way I know drives him crazy.

His hand shoots out, gripping my thigh hard enough to bruise.

"You're killing me," Marcus gasps and my lips curve into a smile.

I lick a stripe up his length and he nearly comes off the seat.

"Jesus Christ!" He groans and that sound is like music to my ears.

"Shh, keep your voice down lover boy." I murmur before taking him into my mouth.

Marcus's hand tangles in my hair, touching me like I am his anchor.

I work him slowly at first, taking him deeper with each pass, using my tongue in all the ways I remember make him lose his god damn mind.

"Talia, baby, fuck!" Marcus is barely coherent above me.

I can feel him getting closer, feel the tension coiling in his body.

But I pull off before he can finish, sitting up and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Marcus looks at me with wild, desperate eyes.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because I am saving the real deal for my bed," I say, already lifting my dress. 

"Right now, I need your mouth on me."

I don't have to tell him twice.

Marcus's hands are on me immediately, pushing my dress up around my waist.

His fingers hook into my panties and drag them down my legs.

"Fuck, you're soaking," he murmurs, his fingers sliding through my wetness.

"It's your fault," I manage to say.

Marcus looks up at me with a wicked smile. "Let me make it up to you."

He pulls me forward, positioning me such that I am half-lying across the backseat, one leg hooked over his shoulder.

The first touch of his tongue against me makes me cry out.

"Shhh," Marcus murmurs against me. "We're still in public, baby."

He is using my words on me and damn! I am helpless.

Even with the warning, he doesn't stop or slow down.

His tongue circles my clit in slow, deliberate strokes that have me biting my lip to keep from screaming.

He knows my body too well.

He knows exactly where to lick, where to suck and when to use his fingers.

He slides two fingers inside me and I arch off the seat, my hand flying to his hair.

"Marcus, oh God!" I half gasp,half moan.

"That's it," he murmurs against me. "Let go. I've got you."

His fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

His tongue works my clit with devastating precision.

I'm so close, so fucking close…

"Marcus, I'm…" I cry, trailing off.

"Good girl.” He praises, his tongue flickering my sensitive bud brutally.

“Come for me, Talia. Let me taste you."

His word is my command.

I come apart with his name on my lips, my body shaking and my hand fisted in his hair.

He works me through my orgasm , his movements gentle now until I'm boneless and panting.

When I can finally think again, I look down to find Marcus watching me with such heat in his eyes that I almost come again just from that look.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he says, his voice wrecked.

I reach for him, pulling him up for a kiss.

I can taste myself on his tongue.

It's dirty and perfect at the same time.

"Take me home," I whisper against his mouth. "I want your cum all over my stomach and dripping to the sheets."