Hidden Love by MINK

3

Mariana

Icome to with soft kisses being placed against my neck. “You even smell warm and sweet like the sun,” Fenton whispers against my skin.

I try to pretend to be asleep, wondering if he’ll say more.

He’s being so cute. I’ve seen his boss Grant act this way towards Amelia. Before that, I never in all my life saw a man in our world—let alone a boss—treat a woman well. I didn’t know there were men in this world that could be that way. I thought they were only in movies or romance novels.

“I know you’re awake.”

I gasp when he takes a small nip of me, the sensation shooting straight to my clit. Okay, I might enjoy some of the roughness too. I press my legs together, thinking about how Fenton took me. I’m tender, but it’s not as bad as I thought it might be. His release is still sticky on my thighs. I’d be lying if I said I don’t love the fact that he marked me.

“I’m surprised you’re still here.” I bite the inside of my cheek to shut the hell up. My insecurities are showing. I’m trying to play fun and flirty. That’s what this is. I can be casual. Cool even.

“You passed out on me. I wasn't done.”

I never want him to be done. I hate how much I love the way he makes me feel.

His tongue sweeps over the spot where he bit me. I can’t stop the moan that comes from me. I should dismiss him. Tell him I’m done for now. Let him know if I get an itch, I’ll call for him. Instead, I turn my head and kiss him.

“Sole.” He groans against my mouth. “Are you sore?”

“Who cares?” I try to pull him back to the kiss, but he doesn't let me.

“I care,” he snaps as he pulls back even more from me. Is he telling me no? Does he not want to have sex with me? Ouch. I thought men were always up for sex.

“Fine. Forget it.” I push back to turn the other way so I can slip from the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me back to him. Within seconds, he has me pinned under him.

“To shower if we’re done here.” I try to pull my arms free, but he has them firmly pinned to the bed. I should be upset that he’s holding me down, but all I am is turned on.

“I said I’m not done.” He presses his mouth to mine in a hard, almost punishing kiss. “You think you can wash me off?”

“What is wrong with you? You don’t even make any freakin’ sense.”

“That’s because you fuck with my head. You’re driving me insane.”

I open my mouth but close it, not sure how to respond to that.

“Stay still.” He gives me a hard stare as he releases my wrists from over my head. I don’t move as he makes his way down my body.

“Anyone ever tell you that you have perfect tits?” he asks before he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. All I can do is moan. My back arches off the bed. “Don’t answer that. Enough blood has been spilled today already.”

I have to admit that I love it that he seems jealous.

He moves farther down my body, spreading my thighs wide to make room for himself. “You always smell good, but damn I love the smell of my cum marking your skin,” he says as he spreads the lips of my sex.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, trying not to move. All I want to do is lift my hips and shove myself right into his mouth. The ache is unbearable. He blows against my clit, only making it worse.

“Fenton,” I whimper. “What are you doing?” I dig my fingers into the sheet as my whole body starts to throb with need.

“I’m checking to see how sore you are.” His mouth brushes my clit, his warm breath tickling me as he slowly sinks one finger inside me, making me moan. My hips rise off the bed. “Fuck. How are you tighter? You’re going to kill me.”

“Do something,” I start to beg.

“You’re swollen. I can’t take you, but I can make it better.” Before I can ask what he means, his tongue comes out and circles my clit.

“Yes,” I breathe out as he starts to stroke me with his tongue. He pulls his finger out, but I don’t get the chance to protest because he immediately sucks my clit into his mouth. He gives hard pulls as he flicks my clit back and forth. I’m on the edge of an orgasm when he pushes a finger into my ass, shoving me right off that cliff.

“Fenton!” I scream out his name at the unexpected amount of pleasure that consumes me. So many emotions hit me as he milks my orgasm from me, leaving me breathless. How the hell does this man know exactly what I need?

I look down when I feel him press soft kisses on each of my thighs. I expect him to crawl back up my body, but he doesn't. Instead he rests his head on one thigh as he strokes his fingers gently up and down the other.

“Aren't you going to…” I trail off. He lifts his head and gives me a serious look.

“You’re sore. I’m not going to hurt you.”

More emotions bubble up inside of me. So many it starts to choke me. I’m really starting to understand what people mean by being careful what you ask for. I wanted to feel something, and now it’s all too much.

“Stop it.” I sit up, needing to get away from him. If I don’t get myself together, I know my emotions will get the best of me.

This was only supposed to be a moment of fun with this man. That’s what I told myself. He was supposed to fuck me. Make me feel good and then leave. Not be all worried about me in this way. It’s too much. I have to get out of here.

It’s then I see a few small spots of blood on the bed mixed with his cum. I don’t know why seeing it makes things dawn on me that should have an hour ago.

“You didn’t use a condom,” I point out as Fenton sits up too. Every inch of him is on display. How the hell did his cock fit inside me? No wonder I’m sore.

I can’t help but wonder if he will talk crass about this with his men later. He’s made comments about me before. Jokes about if I was bare down below or not. Now he knows firsthand. Will he report back the information? Another tidal wave of emotions hit me.

“I didn’t.” He smirks. He makes a grab for me, but I barely dodge him as I make my way out of the bed.

“Sole.” The smirk drops from his face, and I can see worry settle in. “Get back in this bed,” he orders.

“Fuck you,” I shout back before I run for the bathroom. He gives chase. I barely make it in time to get the door shut and locked behind me. I’m shocked it doesn't give with the force he hits it with.

It was a stupid move. That door will never stand a chance against him, and I know it.