“Marlow.”
He titled his head curiously, assessing me for a long moment before pulling his hand out from under my shirt. My stomach flipped instantly. I knew where this was going—he’d tell me that he changed his mind about this whole thing and would quickly pack me up and send me on my way with some lame excuse that he had to get up early in the morning.
I’d had the same song and dance happen one too many times not to know the signs before they slapped me clear across the cheek the way most rejections did. The worst part was this was actually going to crush me. My attraction toward Marlow was off the fucking charts and having it stomped out before anything could really begin was tragic.
When he leaned back, I held in a sigh and began to sit up as well.
If I left quickly, I could probably save myself the humiliation of him watching me do the walk of shame back to my cabin. The next five weeks were going to be rough avoiding him but I had plenty of work to keep me from seeking him out again.
Suddenly, he grabbed at my hips again and flipped me over onto my stomach with a dizzying quickness. I had no time to react, or ever question what the fuck he was doing, before one of his hands threaded through the hair at the base of my skull and held me there while his other grabbed at the back of my shorts and pulled my up from the couch in order to prop me up on my knees.
“Are you into this?” he asked
Into what?
The crack against my ass cheek was my answer to that question. It was hard enough to sting, even through the thick polyester fabric. The loud moan I choked out was laced with a curse, the pain from the hit vibrating my entire body and arching my back enough to perk my ass up high in the air.
Oh mygodthat was fucking good.
Marlow chuckled. “Oh. He is. Interesting.”
My ass was instantly met with another slap to mirror the first, his hand making contact with my other cheek to make it even on both sides. I moaned again, clutching the side of the couch while I rocked my hips forward against an imaginary bodywhile my balls drew up painfully tight against the base of my cock.
Shit, if he kept doing that, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
The fingers in my hair shifted slightly, along with the dip in the cushion behind me. Marlow moved back away from me while keeping me pinned, two fingers hooked at the waistband of my shorts in order to yank them down just enough to expose my ass completely.
The cool air forced a shiver down my spine.
“Damn, I wish I had my phone on me.” He grabbed one of my cheeks, kneading his fingers into the muscle. “You’ve got a perfect handprint here.”
“Admiring your work?”
Man, why did I find it so hot he wanted to immortalize this somehow?
I should’ve been running for the damn hills with the threat of him wanting picture evidence this situation was even happening but instead, I was too wrapped up in the audible pride in his voice.
“You wouldn’t mind another, right?” he said right before clapping his hand against my skin once more.
The sound was loud in the quietness of his cabin. I could feel the impression of his hand he left behind, the digits creating a tangible pressure on my skin even as I kept still for him while he moved to do the same thing to the other side.
“Or another...” He chuckled again.
My hips shot forward to buck against thin air, cum shooting out to coat the inside of my shorts where my cock was still tucked inside as my orgasm rolled through me. Coming so soon into this was unexpected, but not at all surprising considering how deeply I’d been trying to bury my want for this man over the past few days and having it fail fucking spectacularly.
My eyes stung.
Holy fuck.
Being this out of my mind for a man was disconcerting. I was the king at keeping people at arm’s length and never getting too invested, even sexually, with someone I hardly knew for the simple fact of showing all my cards too early into the hand.
How did Marlow unravel me so easily?
Take me from being someone with strict boundaries and walls that safeguarded myself to one that was coming ten minutes into this?
How was he able to read me so fucking easily that he knewjustwhat would get me going?
His fingers dug painfully in my hair, pulling me up from the couch and sitting me back onto my sore ass cheeks. He wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me against his chest, his hand leaving my hair briefly to travel down my body and shove past the waistband of my shorts.
