Page 65 of Off the Rim
"And you really don't want to take over someday?"
"Not even a little bit."
After handing the valet a hundred-dollar bill and daring him with a hard glare to say anything about Marcus' vehicle, I lead him into the lobby.
"What about our bags?" he whispers at me.
"They'll get them," I assure him. "Just relax."
"I can't. Everyone is staring."
He's not wrong. Walking through the front doors of Crest Manor is a surefire way to get noticed, and likely even photographed. Stepping out of Marcus' vehicle and walking in with him is sure to make the news, but it's part of my backup plan to keep Marcus safe. I know he's uncomfortable with the attention, but he assured me that it's only because he doesn't like attention in general, unless it's about basketball. Unfortunately, this willlikely detract from the attention we've been getting on the court and make it about our relationship. It might even prevent us from our chances of being scouted into the NBA. But this has moved beyond basketball, and I’ll give up all my prospects to keep him safe. If it is publicly known that Marcus was here with me tonight, that he's with me, hopefully my dad won't make any attempts to publicly slander him. Or worse, considering I'm no longer sure of what he's capable of.
"Is this okay?" I ask, lightly nudging his hand with mine. He stares at it for a moment, swallows, and then slips his hand into mine.
Our bags make it to the room before we do. Marcus steps onto the balcony to call his mom. He needs to break it to her that we're seeing each other before she sees it on the news. By the look on his face, and the amount of time he's out there talking to her, I'm not sure it's going well.
They're always going to hate me. They might never accept me, but if I can show them that I don't agree with what my family has done, if I can show them that I stand with them… maybe they'll hate me less?
I decide to give Marcus some space and privacy and get started on a shower. I've spent the last eighteen hours in a hospital and I'm ready to wash some of this stress away.
The hotel has a huge shower with multiple showerheads, and it takes only a few minutes for some of the tension in my shoulders to melt into the pulsing massage of hot water beating down on me.
If not for the quick burst of cool air that hits me, I might not have noticed when Marcus steps inside. I don't even have to moveaside for him to get under the spray, and we stand in the middle of the shower, facing each other while the water pours over us. I'm the first one to move, tracing my finger over the line tattooed on his chest.
"Is this?—”
"His last heartbeat," Marcus confirms. "He flatlined shorty after I got there."
"That had to be hard."
"We survived."
"You should have the chance to do more than survive, Marcus. You deserve more."
Marcus snorts, trying to cut some of the tension. "And what, you think you're going to be my sugar daddy? Because I don't want one."
"No," I say seriously. "But I am going to help make sure no one stands in your way anymore. To lift you back up to where you belong, where you would have been if my family hadn't made everything so much harder. And if that means getting myself out of your way, then I'll do that too. Whatever it takes, Marc."
Marcus lifts up on his toes and pushes into me, kissing me hungrily. His tongue licks into my mouth, tangling around mine. I don't fight for dominance. I give him everything he asks for, everything he demands, and more. His hands knead down my back to my ass, squeezing and massaging. His fingers trail lightly through my crack, a spark of excitement buzzing through me when they brush over my hole.
"I want you," I rasp against his lips. "Please, Marcus. Fuck me again. And again. And again." I kiss him back more aggressivelywith each repeat of the word, working us both up. We're rutting against each other's bodies, our height difference making it too difficult to line up to where we want to be, and there's no bench in here like the locker room showers. Turning off the water, I move towards the door, but Marcus pulls me back. He pushes me face first into the tile wall, holding me there with one palm against my back while he teases my ass some more.
"Marcus,” I whine, but he ignores me.
Hot kisses slowly trail down my spine and over my ass. I look over my shoulder and find Marcus on his knees for me, which takes my breath away. He’s never knelt for me like this. The few times my dick has been in his mouth, he's been crouched over me with his fingers in my ass. It’s heady seeing him on his knees for me, but I don't think he can get my dick in his mouth from that angle?—
Oh.
Oh.
Holy fuck.
Is he really?
Yep. Marcus Vell just licked my ass. And I mean,reallylicked it. He gripped my ass cheeks with two hands, spread them out, and ran the flat of his tongue from my taint to the top of my crack. And I, oh my God, I?—
"Holy fuck."
