I let out a low hiss when his mouth closed around my nipple. He flicked it with his tongue, my back arching as he grazed it with his teeth. The weed had every nerve in my body lit up like Christmas.
Laughing, I gave him a gentle shove and fumbled with the button of my jeans. He helped me take them off, and the second I climbed back on his lap, his hand went straight to my panties.
“This shit still juicy as hell,” Marcus muttered, rubbing slow circles around my clit before sliding two fingers inside me.
“Shit,” I gasped, gripping his shoulders, grinding against his hand.
“I need to be in this pussy now,” he grunted.
I slid off him, panties hitting the floor as he pulled off his shirt and jeans. He snatched a condom from the box on the coffee table, ripped it open with his teeth, and rolled it on.
I closed my eyes and touched myself again, trying to ride the high I was feeling.
He slapped my hand away with a growl. “Nah. That’s mine.”
“Oh!” I yelped as he grabbed my legs and yanked me to the edge of the couch.
He bent to kiss me as he lined himself up with my entrance. I shuddered as he entered me slowly, savoring the feeling of him stretching me out.
“Fuuuck, ma,” he hissed, his locs brushing against my face as his head dropped. “This pussy still tight.”
I moaned, gripping his arms as he delivered steady, deep strokes, like he was tryna mark me. My hand slid between my legs, and I started rubbing my clit hard, chasing my release. Marcus grunted and grabbed my legs, pushing my knees to my chest and thrust harder. I could tell he wasn’t about to last too much longer, and I damn sure wasn’t about to let him nut before me.
“Fuck!” I cried. My pussy clenched around him, another moan catching in my throat as I trembled underneath him.
“Shit, I’m about to nut,” he growled as he gave one last thrust before his whole body stiffened. A low moan came from him as he spilled into the condom and slumped against me, breathing hard.
He collapsed on top of me, chest heaving. Both of us were sweaty and breathless.
After a moment, he pulled out and disappeared down the hall. I lay there, naked, heart still pounding, but not from the afterglow of good dick. The petty sense of satisfaction never came.
It wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t Cash.
I got up, put on my cardigan, and followed the sound of running water to the bathroom. Marcus was already in there, wiping himself down with a washcloth.
“Can I crash here tonight?” I asked, grabbing a fresh washcloth from the counter.
“I didn’t think you were going anywhere,” he smirked, wrapping a towel around his waist. “You can sleep in one of my shirts,” he said, smacking my ass on the way out.
I washed up and wrapped myself in a towel, trying to ignore the unease in the pit of my stomach. I’d wanted this—I wanted Marcus in the moment.
“Good job, Jas,” I muttered to myself as I dried my face. I should’ve had him take me home.
In the bedroom, Marcus had left a plain white tee on the bed for me. I put it on and crawled into bed. He got in beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Thanks for letting me stay,” I mumbled, staring blankly at the wall.
“Mmm,” he hummed, already half asleep.
I lay there wide awake, listening to him snore, feeling fifty kinds of stupid. I’d used Marcus to get back at Cash and probably made things worse.
CHAPTER16
CASH “MONEY” BANKS
I wasat Clyde’s shop getting a shape-up when Jelani’s name popped up on my screen. I sent it to voicemail, but a text came through right after.
Jelani: Pick up, bitch nigga. It’s about your nurse.
