This is more than great sex, and the realization terrifies me.
“Good,” he breathes, and holding my gaze, he begins to move inside me.
At first, his thrusts are carefully controlled, but as my body adjusts to him, he picks up the pace, going deeper and harder with each stroke. His powerful obliques flex in my grip, and the heated tension coils in me again, my arousal spiraling higher with each stroke. With a cry, I come, shattering around him, but he doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop, and the second orgasm builds before the aftershocks from the first fade. He’s now hammering into me, his gaze ruthlessly intent on my face, and I feel like I can see straight into his soul, right into the merciless core of him.
The second orgasm crashes into me without warning, the sensations hitting in a tidal wave. Every muscle, inside and out, clenches and releases, my toes curling uncontrollably and my nails digging into his sides as I cry out. The peak of pleasure seems to go on forever, the contractions so prolonged it feels like they’ll never stop. I can feel myself squeezing rhythmically around him, again and again, and I see the exact moment it sends him over the edge.
With a guttural groan, he throws back his head, the chords in his muscular neck straining as he thrusts all the way into me and stills, his eyes squeezing shut as his thick cock pulses deep within me, flooding me with liquid warmth. The sensation is strangely entrancing, and I shudder as my inner muscles squeeze again, wringing out the remaining drops of pleasure.
Breathing heavily, Marcus opens his eyes and looks at me, his pupils still dilated from his orgasm. For a few heartbeats, we just stare at each other, stunned by the power of what we experienced. Then his eyes widen and he pushes off me, pulling out with a sudden motion.
“Fuck!” He sits back, staring at my thighs. “Fucking fuck.”
Hurt and bewildered, I sit up and follow his gaze—only to freeze in horror as I realize what that warm, wet sensation meant.
Marcus came in me.
Without a condom.
The evidence is on my thighs.
6
Marcus
“Please tell me you’re on the pill.” My voice is low and strained as I meet Emma’s horrified gaze. The post-sex haze is clearing from my head, fast. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve never forgotten a condom before. Ever. Not as a horny teenager and certainly not as an adult. How do you even forget such a thing? If you’re a single, sexually active man with a modicum of brains, using protection is a habit, one so ingrained you reach for a foil packet at the same time as you unzip your pants. But today, it didn’t even blip on my radar.
The need to get inside her had been so strong, so overwhelming, that caution and common sense took a long dive off a short pier together.
Looking like she might throw up, Emma shakes her head. “No, I… There was no need after Jim and I—that is, I haven’t… But there’s always the morning-after pill. I’ll go get it now.” She moves to scramble off the bed, and I instinctively catch her wrist.
“Wait. It’s almost one in the morning. Are any pharmacies in the area even open?”
She blinks at me, stumped by the question. Her curls are a wild, frizzy halo around her flushed face, her lips pink and swollen from my kisses. With her naked curves on display and her pale skin abraded in a few places by my stubble, she looks freshly fucked and so delicious that even with my alarm over my fuck-up, my cock begins to stiffen again.
Dammit. This can’t be healthy.
“Let me look it up, okay?” I say gruffly, letting go of her and getting off the bed so I can focus. Seeing our clothes on the floor, I pick them up and fold them neatly on a dresser, then pull my phone from my pants’ pocket. As I do so, I catch Emma eyeing me like I’m an alien.
“What?” I ask, and she shakes her head, reaching for a tissue to wipe away the wetness on her leg.
“Nothing. Just noticing how much of a neat freak you are.”
I frown as she balls up the tissue and drops it carelessly on the nightstand. “I’m not a neat freak.” Though I do have a strong urge to grab that tissue and dispose of it properly. Glancing down instead, I type “24-hour pharmacy near me” into the search bar on my phone, and at least three places pop up right away, all just a few miles away.
For some bizarre reason, the finding annoys me. I suppose I expected this beach town to be way less civilized, without such urban luxuries as twenty-four-hour pharmacies. Now, though, there’s no excuse not to go get the pill—not that I was looking for one. I’m glad we’ll be able to get this fixed so quickly.
I really am.
“Well?” Emma prompts when I look up. “Are any of the pharmacies open?”
I nod. “I’ll go grab us the pill.”
“Wait, I’m coming with you. Let me just get cleaned up.” Jumping off the bed, she beelines for the attached bathroom, her hair like a flash of fire as she streaks naked across the room.
My cock snaps to full attention, and after a second of deliberation, I follow her into the bathroom. My blood feels like heated molasses in my veins, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. She’s already reaching into the small stall to turn on the shower, and I place my hands on her luscious hips as I herd her in, arranging us both under the rapidly warming spray.
“Wait, Marcus.” She twists around to face me, her face pinkening with a fresh blush. “Shouldn’t we—”
“Absolutely,” I murmur, and sliding my hands into her hair, I slant my lips across hers in a deep, tongue-tangling kiss.
* * *
She’s still blushing
