“See? I knew you liked it, wait until you here about what I can do with my $80 tofurkey- wings-eating fingers,” he growls, making a mock sexy face.
I pretend to shiver and give him a lusty wink. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”
His face softens into a sweet smile, letting go of my arms as he drops his mouth down onto mine giving me a soft kiss. “That’s all you baby, all the special is you.”
I reach up, running my fingertip over his bruised cheek. It’s still purple and blue, the beginning of yellow edges denoting healing haven’t appeared yet. I lift myself up and kiss his wound gently, my heart aching that he’d been hurt because of me.
“Hey, hey,” he whispers, “why the sad face?”
“How are those wheelbarrow riding gonads of yours today?” I ask, and the smile breaks into a huge grin.
“Care to find out?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows at me.
I call his bluff and reach between us, sliding my hand over his groin. It hardens instantly, and he lets out a choked groan.
“I guess that answers your question.”
“No, I think we need to really make sure there wasn’t any lasting damage,” I say, my hand still running over his growing hardness and tracing my tongue along his neck. It’s sweet and salty like the sea air here.
Marius runs his fingers down my arms and down over my bare sides, digging gently into my thighs. I love the way he touches me. Like he can’t get enough. I sigh, moving my hand to slide under his briefs and wrapping it around him, stroking him as he moans against my mouth.
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and eases them down my legs. I kick them off, and wrap my legs around his waist, rocking gently against him.
“I’m trapped,” he growls.
“You don’t sound too angry about it,” I giggle.
“That’s because you’re a witch.”
“But a nice one, one who lets you see her naked.”
“But I’m not naked,” he sulks, trying to pull his briefs down. I tighten my legs around him, stopping him and he growls again.
“Maybe you should ask the witch nicely to help.”
“Fine. Dear witch,” he starts, then suddenly rolls over, flipping me onto my back. In one movement, he frees himself of his briefs, his mouth enveloping my left nipple. “Beg.”
“Ugh,” I groan, his tongue on my nipple making my body involuntarily writhe. I rock my hips against him, but he lifts his body up.
“No. I said, ‘beg.'” He whispers, his voice suddenly low and deep. He digs his knee between my legs, forcing them apart, as his hand slides down, fingertips caressing me.
“Damn. Marius. Don’t tease.”
“I’m not teasing, I’m telling you. You want it, beg.”
“Fuck you,” I growl, reaching between us and taking him in my hand again.
“No,” he says, brushing my hand away. “Witches need to learn some manners.”
He dips a finger between my legs, finding the spot he knows drives me crazy, and slowly draws circle around it.
“Oh, god.” I groan, feeling my whole body jerk.
“No, he’s not going to help you now. It’s me you need to beg, Anca. So beg,” he rasps, his finger rubbing faster and faster. How does he do this? Make me want him so bad?
“Marius… please.”
“That’s a start. How ’bout I give you some incentive?” I feel a finger slide itself inside of me, and I bite down hard, tasting blood.
“Oh, fuck. Marius, I want you inside me. Please.”
“You know the words I want to hear, Anca,” he says, his finger joined by another, and I can think is I want to feel him inside me.
“Uh, fuck, Marius, fuck me, I beg you, please.”
“Good girl,” he growls into my ear. He pulls his hand away from me, gripping my hips in his hands and drives himself deep into me. “Uhhhh, Anca. Fuck.”
We fall fast into frantic rhythm, each thrust taking him deeper inside me. I rake his back with nails as he takes me closer and closer to my peak.
I open my eyes at the last minute and see him watching me. “Come with me, Marius,” I plead with him, and he nods, never pulling his eyes away.
“Anca, oh, Anca,” he moans over and over just as I reach my climax. Just watch him, watch as he reaches his, his eyes growing dark and round, as he gives me everything.
He falls against me, heavy but comforting. I wrap my arms around him, and know I’ve never felt more at home.
***
The shower’s running in the next room when I wake up again, sometimes later. My body feels both sore and satisfied at the same time. I try to ignore the bruised parts and focus on the fact that I’m safe and surrounded by people who love me.
My stomach rumbles and I realize I’ve probably missed breakfast and lunch. It’s a day for room service. Room service and sex. I roll over to Marius’ side of the bed and reach for the menu on his nightstand. There’s a scrunched up newspaper on top of it, and I’m just about to push it away when I notice the headline. And the picture.
Jez and Marius, fighting on stage.
In front of thousands and thousands of people.
People who had come to see them, see me.
People who had watched me freeze on stage and then members of the same band punch each other’s lights out. Because of me.
I scan the article.
Oh my god. What’ve I done?
I reread it, every word.
I really have ruined everything.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“It says people are going to ask for a refund.”
“So what? They can fucking have it!” He comes over and tears the newspaper from my hands. “Just ignore it.”
“Ignore it? Marius! What are you going to do about this?”
“I’m not going to do anything!”
“What do the rest of the guys think?”
He squirms and looks away.
“Marius? Have you guys discussed this at all?”