Page 13 of A Sinner's Virtue
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks.
“Upstairs.” Before the word is out of my mouth, Marcel is picking me up, somehow managing to keep me impaled on his dick as he does.
He walks through my house, as if he’s memorised the floor plan, heading straight up the stairs and into my bedroom. I should be concerned that he opened the door without being told which one it is. But then I feel his cock move inside me and all common sense is gone. I expect my back to hit the mattress, but Marcel spins around and falls backwards, pulling me down on top of him as he goes.
“Ride me. Take control, babe. Show me how much you love my dick buried inside your dripping wet cunt.” His hands pull the bottom of my dress up and over my head, revealing my body to him.
Cupping my breasts, he rolls each nipple through the tips of his fingers as I start to move up and down on his shaft. He wasn’t wrong. I do love having him inside me. It feels different in this position. Deeper. Every time I bottom out, my clit grinds on his pelvis and sends shots of pleasure through me.
“That’s it. You’re so good, Zoe. So fucking good,” Marcel grits out, his jaw tight as his abs flex underneath my hands.
“I… oh god!” I can feel another orgasm building. How can I be ready to come again so soon?
“Good girl, Zoe, you’re doing great. Show me. I want to see you make yourself come on my cock. Use me to make yourself feel good,” he says.
And I do. I ride him as if my life depends on it. With one thought on my mind. Coming. I move in any way that makes me feel good. Chasing that feeling all the way to the end. Grabbing on and holding firm.
“Fuck yes,” Marcel groans as my body tightens and I explode.
I know I scream. I can’t make out the words though. The sounds Marcel makes, that’s what I focus on. I’ve never heard anything so good in my life. Hearing him lose control, hearing him come because of me, it’s a turn on like nothing else.
The sun streams in through the windows. I must have left the curtains open last night. It’s the only reason I’d wake up this early on a weekend. My body aches as I roll over, and my hand lands on something next to me. Which has my eyes springing open.
“Shit,” I hiss. Everything I did last night plays back at twice the speed in my brain. My lips spread into a smile before I force them to stop. Reaching out a hand, I shake Marcel’s shoulder. “Get up!”
“Huh?” He tries to grab my wrist. I scoot back and climb out of the bed.
“Get up. Your time here has expired. I got shit to do, and you’re not it. Sorry, sweetheart, but you have to leave.” I throw his words back at him. Though I must say my delivery was much nicer.
“You have to be kidding me. Really, Zoe?” He glares at me.
“Really, Marcel. You need to leave.”
To my surprise, he gets out of the bed with a smirk on his face. I watch as he disappears through my adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind him. Then the water starts running. And the image of that man naked in my shower starts playing in my head. I can’t deny how tempting it is, the thought of going in there with him. I’m about to cave into that temptation when my phone vibrates on the bedside table. I frown. I don’t remember bringing it upstairs.
But there it is, plugged into a charger and all. Did Marcel do that for me? If so, why?
Seeing Mikhail’s name on the screen stops my wondering and has me hitting answer instead. “Hello.”
“Zoe? How are you?” The Russian accent and the genuine concern I hear in his voice make me homesick. I really do need to visit New York soon.
“I’m great. How are you? How’re the babies?”
“Who’s the guy, Zoe?” Mikhail asks.
“What guy?” I play dumb, even though I know it’s pointless. He wouldn’t be asking if he didn’t already know.
“The one who showed up to your house last night and didn’t leave?” Mikhail clarifies. “You can either tell me, or I can send some friends over now to find out.”
“I’m fine, Mikhail. He’s just a friend. That’s all.”
“Are you really okay? You’d tell me if you weren’t, right?”
“You’d be the first person I’d call. Well, the second, after Izzy. But only because she’d kill the both of us if I didn’t call her first.” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
“I want you to have freedom, Zoe. I do. And I want you to be a young adult, but I also want you to be safe. And choose who you spend time with wisely,” he says.
“I’m being careful. I promise.”
