Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

H e stopped me to get a condom…

"Sorry," I mumble, feeling slightly embarrassed. But my attempt to slide off him is short-lived when Marcel's grip on my hips tightens.

"Don't move," he says while reaching for the little foil packet. "This is happening, Zoe. I'm not stopping you for myself, babe. I'm using the protection for you. I don't want you to ever regret being with me. I'd be totally cool with knocking you up—somehow I don't think you'd be as cool with it, though."

"You're worried about me getting pregnant?" I ask him.

"No, I'm worried that you're not ready to get pregnant," he clarifies.

"Oh." My teeth sink into my bottom lip. I thought he didn't want to be with me without protection for his own safety. Maybe because he thinks I'm not clean or something. I mean, I am. I've been checked regularly. Despite what the lab results might say, I've never felt clean. Not since my father sold me into sex slavery.

I shake the thoughts from my head.

"Whatever you were thinking, it's not that," Marcel says before rolling the condom down his length.

"Okay." My eyes stay fixated on his cock. It really is a sight to behold. Thick, long. I think he could have a great career as a dick model. I don't know if that's a thing, but if it is, he could be at the top of the list.

"Babe? You good?" Marcel's question has my eyes moving up to meet his.

"Uh-huh."

His lips tilt up at one side as his hand moves down over my hip, and his fingers glide through the lips of my pussy before sliding into me with ease. "Fuck, you're wet. Is this all for me?"

"Mhmm." I moan as his fingers fill me. Sliding in and out at an excruciating slow pace. "I need you, Marcel."

"You need me? How exactly is it that you need me, Zoe?"

"I need… Oh god!" I lose track of what it is I need when his fingers hit that spot, the one that sets my every nerve ending alight. "I need you inside me, Marcello, now. Please." My head tips back and my hips thrust forward—I'm basically fucking myself on his fingers. Chasing a high I haven't felt in a month.

"I am inside you, Zoe. My fingers are inside you. Fucking you. Would you prefer I fuck you with a different part of my anatomy?" Marcel questions.

"Yes," I moan, while thrusting harder against his hand.

"Yes?"

"I want… oh god… I want… I want your dick inside me, Marcel. Don't make me beg for it," I cry out.

"You do beg so prettily, babe." Marcel withdraws his fingers, causing me to whimper at the sudden loss. "Lucky for you, I happen to want to fuck you with my cock. So I won't make you beg, Zoe." Marcel fists his sheathed cock. "It's right here, babe. All yours. You want it, take it."

I don't need to be told twice. Shifting my hips so my entrance lines up with the tip of his cock, I slowly sink down. It always amazes me how good it feels when he fills me. It did feel better without the condom. Not that I'm going to tell him that or broach the topic of not using one. I push myself up on my knees and then fall back down, all the way, until I bottom out on him. My hands land on his abs and my fingers trace all the grooves and edges they find there as his body tenses beneath my touch.

"Fuck me, Zoe. You feel so good." Marcel's hips thrust upwards from underneath me. His hands palm my breasts, kneading the flesh. Then he rises up and latches his mouth on to my neck. His teeth graze before they move along my neck, downwards to my shoulder.

My thighs quiver as I continue to move up and down his length, and a light sweat covers my body. "I'm so…" My words are followed by a moan that echoes through the room.

"Come for me, Zoe. I need to see it," Marcel grunts.

My clit grinds down on his pelvis, circling around and sending pleasure straight through me. My nails dig into Marcel's skin as my entire body seizes. I scream his name as I come undone. I must black out, because when my eyes regain focus, I'm on my back with Marcel leaning over me. His fingers running up and down my cheek.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." He smirks.

My brows furrow in confusion. "Did I pass out?"

"Momentarily." Marcel grins. "I've never doubted my abilities. But, fuck, babe, you passing out from pleasure? Best thing I've ever seen. That said, let's not repeat it. You scared the crap out of me."

"It could be your great… abilities. Or it could be the fact I skipped lunch today. I'm jet-lagged and absolutely exhausted," I suggest.

Concern covers his features, and then he's jumping off the bed. "You need food and sleep. Don't move."

"Where are you going?" I ask to his retreating back, his very naked retreating back.

Marcel looks at me over his shoulder, a wicked glint in his eye when he notices how quickly I shift my gaze from his ass to his face. "See something you like?" he asks. "I'm going to get you some food, but if you like my ass that much, feel free to take a photo."

"No need for all that. It's not a sight I'll forget in a hurry. Besides, I plan to see a lot more of it in person," I tell him. "Also, there's no food in this apartment."

Marcel walks back towards the bed, where he bends down, picks up his discarded jeans, and pulls out his phone. "I'll order something. What do you feel like eating?"

"Mmm, I'm not sure. You pick something." My hand covers my mouth on a yawn.

Marcel climbs back onto the bed, tugging the covers over me as he does. "Close your eyes. I'll wake you up when the food arrives. Then you can eat and sleep again."

"Marcel?" I look up at him. "Why didn't you tell me about your brother getting arrested?"

His body freezes and his fingers pause on his phone screen. "Who told you?"

"Does it matter? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Honestly?" He sets the phone down and pivots to look at me. "I'm fucking terrified of saying or doing anything that will give you a reason to run from this."

His words hit home. I did this to us. I got scared and ran. "I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't tell me things."

"It's not your fault."

"Yes, it is. I gave you a reason not to trust me. I'm flaky. I know that. I want to be better. I want to do this, with you. All in, if that's what you want."

Marcel's smile lights up his face. "I want," he says, cupping the back of my head before he brings his lips down onto mine.