20. Marko

CHAPTER 20

MARKO

SUNDAY NIGHT – BOOK BOYFRIEND CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

" C hallenge accepted," I said as whoops and cheers filled the room.

"Well, I'd better get started," I said, grinning wickedly as I hurried Melissa out of the room. The good natured taunts of my family rang in our ears all the way down the hall.

My family liked to rib me about being a nerd, but of course what they forgot about nerds is that we were well read and knowledgeable. I might be the youngest of my brothers and probably a little less experienced, but I knew my way around a woman's body and not from theory alone.

Although I had to admit, I had a sneaky peek or two at some books my sister and the other women read. Just for research purposes, of course. I loved my research, after all, and it paid to be thorough. So, I was more than aware of book boyfriends and their behaviour.

"Slow down, Romeo," Melissa giggled as I practically ran her upstairs.

"Oh no, honey. You issued me with a challenge, and I accepted. Besides, I never back down from a challenge. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll not only believe I'm the best book boyfriend you could dream up in the flesh, but you will be more than happy for everyone to know you're my woman," I purred.

Proving I could be better than any fictional male was going to be a piece of cake. I would have Melissa eating out of my hand and begging to be mine by morning so that nobody, not even her, would doubt that she was mine. Things were moving fast, but I was happy with that and I was going to do whatever it took to convince her we were right together.

Anyway, it wasn't as if we had met under normal circumstances and could date in the usual manner. Instead, we were forced into close proximity to ensure her safety, so I might as well take advantage of that. Full advantage!

The minute I opened the door to my rooms, I pulled her round and crowded her, one hand leaning on the doorframe above her head, the other gently stroking her cheek, as I leaned forward and kissed her just long enough for her to clock the position. Book boyfriend position one , I mentally ticked off from the list in my head.

Next, I closed the door, pushing her up against it, my hand lightly holding her throat as I kissed her thoroughly. Book boyfriend position two – check.

Melissa moaned into my mouth, and I couldn't contain the smug grin as I pulled back.

My Little Miss Pouty Lips had got the memo. She knew exactly what I was doing and giggled as I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom, placing her onto the vanity top. Positioning her legs on either side of my hips, I grabbed her bum with one hand and the back of her head with another, grinding my erection into her core as I gave her another long, slow, lingering kiss. Book boyfriend position three!

Yeah, I was pretty sure I was nailing this book boyfriend thing.

Finally, I pulled away, panting hard, and stared into her eyes, happy to see the half-glazed look of lust which I knew mirrored my own.

With the basic positions done, I decided to up the ante.

Moving away just long enough to turn on the taps, I returned to kiss her as the bath filled. Trailing light kisses across her jaw and down her neck, my hands worked on removing her leggings.

The spot where her neck and shoulder met drew me in, and I slowly sucked on it as my hand slipped between us. Pushing aside the crotch of her underwear, I slid a finger into her.

"You're wet for me, babe," I said as I slowly thrust my finger back and forth inside her. She groaned in pleasure, and more wetness coated my fingers as I delved into her silky, slick channel.

Fuck, she felt so good. I wanted to be inside her, but I was determined to make things slow and seductive and worship every inch of her.

Melissa's eyes widened as I licked my fingers clean of her juices.

After checking the temperature of the water, I stripped off the rest of her clothes. Worshiping every part of her body as I unveiled it, I interspersed light kisses with little licks and nips, delighting in her soft gasps and moans.

Satisfied I had kissed her from the top of her head to her toes, I stepped away, turned off the water in the tub, and stripped out of my own clothes.

Once naked, I returned to my place between her thighs and palmed her breasts while kissing her pouty lips. I rubbed her nipples between my fingers, then gently tugged. She gasped and pushed her breasts into my hands, and I squeezed them as I devoured her mouth.

Our tongues entwined, and I growled low in my throat. I loved her taste and the feel of those full, luscious lips of hers beneath mine.

While I played with her nipples, I slid a hand down her body, slipping it between her wet folds. She cried out, her hips thrusting upwards as my middle finger pushed inside.

"Marko," she moaned, as I added another finger, curling them slightly.

I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her, pressing my thumb against her clit with each inward stroke. Melissa panted and moaned and bucked her hips in an effort to make me speed up, but that wasn't the plan. I refused to be rushed and kept things slow and teasing.

"Please, Marko, I need to come," Melissa begged before I finally relented and built up speed.

The noises my Little Miss Pouty Lips made turned me on and my cock was rock hard by the time her breaths became faster and shallower. I fisted her hair, tugging her head back so I could gently nip that sweet spot where her neck and shoulders met. Her hips pushed up against my hand as she desperately tried to ride my finger as her climax built to a frenzy.

My heart pounded, and my cock throbbed painfully. She was so close. Her excitement made me want to come too. I wanted so badly to let my cock explode right now, but I wouldn't let that happen, not yet.

"Come for me, Melissa. Show me how much you love what I do to you," I demanded before taking her mouth again.

The sound of Melissa's scream as she broke apart for me was muffled by my kiss. It was the last straw; I couldn't take it any longer. Needing to be inside her, I removed my fingers, replacing them with the head of my cock. Rubbing myself back and forth, sliding my length through her slick folds, I groaned at the feel of her juices coating my shaft. She felt so good, too good, I had to squeeze myself, so I wouldn't spill my seed there and then.

As I took slow, steadying breaths, I gazed into her beautiful green eyes. The intensity of our connection amazed me. I was halfway in love with this woman despite only knowing her for a few days.

With a slight chuckle, I had to admit that, yes, I really was as mad as my brothers.

My eyes roamed over the beautiful woman in front of me, panting for breath, her gorgeous naked body slick with sweat. My heart swelled, knowing I was the reason for it. Me, the family nerd.

Little Miss Pouty Lips smiled up at me seductively, the smell of her arousal perfuming the air. Her hair was dishevelled, her pouty lips even fuller and pinker with my kisses, her eyes glazed with passion, and her shallow pants echoed around the room. Fuck, she truly was a sight to behold.

And mine. All mine!

Yes, it seemed that I was not only as mad as my brothers, but as possessive, too. Shaking my head, I chuckled at the thought, as I took her mouth in another demanding kiss.

Melissa shuddered and grabbed my cock.

"Enough, Marko, I need you inside me now. Please," she pleaded.

"Tell me you're mine first, Little Miss Pouty Lips," I said, smiling against her mouth.

Melissa pulled away from me, laughing. "Little Miss Pouty Lips?"

"Suits you, honey. These full pouty lips of yours drive me insane and make me think of so many delicious things I want you to do with them," I said, licking my own lips as my eyes zoomed in on her mouth. All the while, I continued torturing us both by rubbing my cock against her slit.

"Well, Mr Sexy Nerd, these pouty lips of mine will be more than glad to oblige you," she said, her eyes dancing with mirth.

"Mr Sexy Nerd?" I asked, laughing hard.

"Suits you, honey," she replied, copying my earlier words.

"I like it," I murmured against her mouth.

"However, before I can give you what you need, you need to give me what I need," I told her, allowing my length to breach her just a fraction and no more.

She pushed towards me, trying to take more of me, but I pulled away.

"Tell me you're mine, honey," I demanded.

"Only if you tell me you're mine first," she replied with a playful grin.

The little minx's eyes danced with mirth as she clasped her hand around my shaft, and I swear I saw stars flash behind my eyes at the feel of her touch.

"I'm yours." The words shot out of my mouth without conscious thought, and so quickly they were almost incoherent.

My sexy little cat burglar laughed at my response as her hand pumped my length, and I shuddered.

Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear.

"Say it again, Mr Sexy Nerd. Tell me you're mine." Her breathy voice sent shivers of pleasure down my spine that almost rivalled the pleasure of her hand on my cock.

Holy shit. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to be inside her now.

"Melissa, I can't take much more. I'm yours. Tell me you're mine and let me show you how good we are together," I pleaded, my voice strained as I clung on desperately to the last shreds of my control, unwilling to come until I was buried deep inside her.

My breaths came out hard and fast as I looked into her eyes. I was used to being in control. How had she turned the tables on me so easily? I needed to flip things back again because I wasn't going to last a second longer at this rate.

My hand shot between us, and I plunged two fingers into her. She groaned, tilting her hips towards me. Matching the rhythm of her hand on my shaft, I pumped my fingers into her wetness. Grabbing the back of her head, I took her lips in a punishing kiss, only pulling away when we were both gasping for air.

"I'm yours, Marko," she cried, finally giving me the words I'd longed to hear as she came around my fingers.

While she rode her orgasm, I pulled her hand off me, shifted my hips into position, and slipped into her in one long stroke. She gasped and her pussy clamped down hard on my length.

"God, you feel so good, Melissa," I panted into her ear.

She was so tight, milking my shaft so well that my eyes rolled back in my head as I clung to her and came, following her into bliss.

As our breathing returned to normal, I stayed inside her, holding her tight. It was not just that I didn't want to let her go, I couldn't. My legs were shaky, and my head was swimming from the climax of a lifetime. I'm not sure what it was about Melissa, but I couldn't get enough of her. We fit together like we were made to. Being in her arms excited me and yet also felt like home. I could definitely see my future with her.

As she nuzzled my neck, I pulled back to look at her.

"You turn me on like no other woman, Melissa. I like you a lot," I told her, brushing her lips gently with mine.

"I like you a lot too, Marko," she murmured before sucking my bottom lip.

Groaning, my cock jerked to attention again.

Uh, Uh!

While I would have loved to accommodate it and take her again, I saw the lines of exhaustion on her face that she tried to hide during dinner, so any further sexy time would have to wait.

"Hey," she squealed, then giggled as I lifted her up and lowered her into the bathtub.

Melissa reached for me obviously expecting me to join her, but I was determined to be a gentleman. The last few days were taking their toll on my woman, and I needed to take care of her. Like any book boyfriend would do. I chucked inwardly at how seriously I was taking this challenge.

"Relax and enjoy your bath. There will be plenty of time to bathe together in the future, tonight you need to relax and rest. I will see you when you're done," I told her, kissing the top of her head as she lay back and closed her eyes.

Her deep sigh of contentment made me smile as I slipped out of the bathroom.

After closing the door, I grabbed the box containing the gift I got her out of my jacket pocket and set about fixing it with a tiny tracker. Then I added another to her phone.

Ever since my sister Krissa was murdered, I made sure I could track all my family members through their phones. Lately, I'd been working on smaller devices and developed ones that could be fitted into jewellery. Now, whenever any woman in the family received a piece of jewellery, I ensured that it was embedded with a tiny tracker.

After Ash was abducted and his phone discarded, I extended this to watches and other jewellery for the guys too. I was even considering placing some trackers in their belts and tie pins and wherever else I could. Of course, they probably wouldn't like that, but I didn't plan on telling them. My family thought I was paranoid enough, and nosey. I wasn't. It was not as if I had been following their every move, listening in on private calls and stuff. The trackers were only used in emergencies.

Admittedly, they might have been right about me being paranoid when it came to the safety of my family, perhaps even obsessed. I couldn't help it. My family meant the world to me, and their safety was my biggest priority. My tattoo said ‘ Moya sem'ya eto vse', which meant ‘ My family means everything .'

So obsessed or not, I would continue to track them any way I could. If we had taken extra precautions before Kissa was murdered, if I had given her the watch I bought for her graduation before she went out that night, she might still be alive. The bastards who killed her had thrown her phone away when they grabbed her, but if she had been wearing the watch, I could have tracked her.

Ash blamed himself for being late to pick our sister up that night. I blamed myself for not being able to track her. I failed her, and I was determined not to fail anyone else. Nobody else would be taken or hurt on my watch if I could do anything about it.

Melissa returned to the bedroom a short time later, looking relaxed, sleepy, and sexy as hell. Climbing into bed beside her, I cuddled her close as we both drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.