Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Birthday Cake
Gemma has her living room cleared, the house is vibrating from the music. We are in the middle of the crowd dancing. Colt is playing bartender and pouring shots, I am taking shot after shot. Maybe if I can get drunk enough I will forget what Ivan's lips feel like on me. I wish he was here and I can't stop missing him, I am annoying myself.
I spot Nick standing in the corner alone. Everyone else is dancing, well almost, Marcus and a few of his "coworkers" are by the bar talking to Colt and Matt. Gemma is dancing with the Jason guy, Erika and Tish are dancing together and then there is Ashley grinding on Vince, she looks awkward as fuck. I make my way to Nick, he looks up from his phone and smiles as he notices me closing in. He looks good in his black dress shirt and jeans. His black hair is cut shorter than usual and his black eyes sparkle in the dim light, you can see the glimpses of gold in them. No one ever dances with him but he is the best dancer. His mother is Cuban and runs a dance studio, his father owns a construction company.
"Dance with me?" I ask but pull him with me before he can answer me.
Dirty dancing has nothing on Nick, his hands never leave my ass. Every dip and grind is calculated and exact, his hands move over me driving me to madness. He spins me out and in his arms. The way my body melts into him, one more grind and I am going to orgasm in his arms.Our insanity gets interrupted by Marcus.
"Can I cut in before he gets you pregnant?" he asks laughing.
"Nick is my brother!" I push Nick away.
"At best I am a step-brother!!!" he laughs as Gemma grabs him asking for a turn.
He is just as good, he should be, right, he dances for a living. Marcus spends most of our steamy dance session asking me questions. He was a little taken back he thought I was Gemma's age. She is a year older than us and now that she has graduated, she is taking a year off to do whatever. Her dad wants her to go into real-estate like him of course, she isn't sure yet. Marcus is twenty-one, our little performance was his first. The older guys usually get to do those, Gemma called in a favor from their coordinator.
My feet leave the ground and the room starts to spin. His lips on mine, his tongue glides over my bottom lip, I part my lips letting him in. Damn his tongue is so soft and smooth and wet. His kiss is soft. Filthy thoughts come strolling inside my head. Marcus moves his mouth from my lips to my neck and I am done. I take his big hard hand and pull him away, walking up the stairs to the guest room Tish, Erika and I usually share. It's our room at Gemma's house. We have clothes and toiletries in the attached bathroom.
He lifts me up as I shut the door closed. I get tossed on the bed. Climbing over me he flips me over and unzips my dress pulling it off slowly and so gently. My face is in the pillows, I can't see what he is doing behind me. I hear the zipper of his jeans, through the muffled sounds of the music in the room below us. The crinkle of a condom wrapper, I drip with anticipation. His hands pull my hips up, my thong slides over and he is inside me, with one deep grunt. Pulling out slowly, in and out. I push back toward him but he pats my ass with his hand. I can feel exactly how lengthy he is with his slow movements. I want him to move faster, harder, deeper but he continues to tease me. I feel the stretch, my legs spread wider, my face buried deeper.
His movements pick up, he slams inside hard and deep, faster and faster. Pulling out, he flips me back over. My knees are pressed up to the sides of my head as he glides back in. Leaning over he kisses me softly. His cock is rolling over my buttons, our bodies are a wet, sweaty mess. I can feel the pressure build up inside me, soft moans fill the room. Other than a few grunts Marcus doesn't say anything else, he is so focused on what he is doing. He sits up slightly and cups my face looking into my eyes as I go over the edge. I don't close my eyes, I look up at him, he lets my legs loose and I wrap them around his waist. Marcus lifts me up and thrust one last time grunting and coming undone. Dropping down, his arms support his weight above me as he cages me into the mattress.
His lips brush against mine and then he drops next to me pulling me in his arms.
"That was...." he says.
"..really personal..." I add.
"Yea!" he adds hugging me tighter against his hard chest.
Being in his arms feels like home, grounding me making me feel so at ease.
Gemma knocks on the door, four times, it's how I know it's her. Marcus heads toward the bathroom as I open the door.
"Cake?" she asks handing me two plates as I smile at her. "Have fun! See you in the morning!"
I turn cradling the two plates and he is in the bed his arms rested behind his head. I hand Marcus a plate of chocolate cake, he looks at the cake and then me. Grabbing a handful he smears it over my tits and ponces me licking the sticky cake off of me. I start to wiggle and giggle because it tickles way too much. Grabbing some cake myself I spread it over his abs, he starts to laugh. We are a sticky cake mess just licking each other, we are rolling in the bed ruining the white sheets.
We sit in the middle of the bed, his legs under mine, my legs over his. Marcus rolls another condom on and enters me again. His arm wraps around me pulling me closer to him, he feels amazing but he isn't Ivan.
"I'm not going to get to see you again, am I?"
I hesitate to tell him the truth looking at his hazel eyes, slivers of blue and brown swirl in the green. "No!"