Page 15 of Marginally Yours
That's right, troublemaker. I took notes.
I slip two thick fingers inside and continue the circles with my thumb, her whole body tensing. She bucks back against me, and the friction is almost enough to do me in early. As if she knows I'm already tiptoeing on the edge, she turns to look at me. "Please," she pleads in between pants, her hand reaching behind her to grab my cock.Oh, she's definitely trying to kill me.
I pause, quickly realizing that I wasn't anticipating this, soI did not come prepared.Of course she notices the look of sheer panic on my face, because she fucking notices everything. And then shelaughsand I'm about to spiral when she lays a hand over the one I'm currently digging into her hip.
"S’ok," she mumbles. “Covered and clean.”Oh, thank fuck. Relief washes over me, and I loosen my grip. I get one good exhale out before my brain fully processes what she's telling me, and I let out a feral growl. Didn't expect to be that excited about it but here we are.New kink unlocked, I guess?
With thoroughly renewed vigor, I press her hip back against me again, harder than before. My hand tangles into the back of her hair, pushing her face down and bending her overfarther. Her palms squeak against the glass as she slides them down with her and we both stop for a second to laugh. Her eyes are still locked on me in the mirror when I position the head of my cock at her entrance. Her jaw drops open on a moan as I press in slowly, stretching her walls around me.
Once I'm fully inside, I give her a second to adjust, releasing my grip on her hair and instead wrapping my fingers around the nape of her neck. Her muscles tighten around me as I pull almost all the way out before slamming back inside. Her strangled scream echoes through the bowling alley and I continue thrusting at a punishing pace. She mumbles between moans, an unintelligible combination of "fuck" and something that might be another language.
I can feel the heat trickling down my spine, but I need to get one more out of her before I'm done. The hand on the back of her neck snakes around and molds around her throat, pulling her head back against me and stepping forward to press her skin against the cold mirror.
I continue driving into her, the hand around her hip drifting down again to slip through her wetness. I can feel her whole body tensing up and I release her throat, all the blood rushing to her head. Her pussy tightens around me as she falls over the edge with a loud groan and takes me right along with her. I thrust into her as far as I can and hold there, her walls fluttering around my cock as I empty deep inside her with a rasping moan.
A whimper escapes her, and she starts to slide out of my grip. My arm wraps around her waist before she can fall forward, the other arm bracing us against the mirror. If I could live like this, inside her and around her, I would. I turn us around and sag down the mirror to the floor. Mostly because neither of us is capable of conscious thought right now, let alone vertical stability. The mirror is like ice on my back, and it brings me back to consciousness.
Both arms wrap around her middle, holding her tight to me. I swipe the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead back and pepper kisses across her face and down the side of her neck, pausing just below her ear to bury my face in the crook of her shoulder. We sit in comfortable silence like that for a few minutes before she mumbles something about cleaning up and I nod, helping her lift herself off of me.
We both stand, legs wobbling, and she turns to grab her pile of clothes.Nope, I'm not done yet.I grab her wrist and spin her back to me, catching her in my arms before she can lose her balance. Both of my hands come down in a gentle smack, a handful of ass cheek in each palm. She beams up at me, slapping a hand against my chest before bouncing up on her toes to crush her lips against mine. Her fingers tangle in my loose hair, the elastic band lost somewhere in the shuffle, and she nips once at my bottom lip.
"Fucking troublemaker," I mumble, and she beams up at me before planting one more kiss. I slip my hands down to the back of her thighs and she squeals as I lift her up and tuck her feet behind me. I walk her over to the couch in the nearest bowling lane and drop her on the cushion.
"Stay," I order. "I'll be back." She waves a hand at me and gives me a noncommittal noise, but she leans back on her elbows and doesn't move. My gaze drags across her flushed skin one more time before I grab my jeans and head to the kitchen.
Chapter Ten
Ireturn a few minutes later with a warm washcloth, some vending machine snacks, and two bottles of water pilfered from the kitchen. Callie hasn't moved, and her eyes are closed. I kneel down on the carpet next to her and bring my hand up the side of her face, turning it toward me and pulling her into a slow kiss. I can feel her smiling against my lips, eyes still closed, and I can't help but return it. I gently tap my finger on her cheek and her eyes drift open to meet mine.
"Snacks and water?" I nod my head toward the tray of junk food on the little table behind me.
"Uh, yes please," she says eagerly, sitting up. I hand her the washcloth to clean up with and go gather her pile of clothes, plopping them down on the couch beside her. She pulls her sweater over her head and slides the thin lace up her legs, curling her feet up under her. I sink into the couch next to her, pulling her into my lap and pressing a kiss to her temple.
We stay there for a while, sharing the snack cache and bullshitting. Her fingers trail over my tattoos, and I explain the references as she waltzes over them. Some she recognizes, likethe Balrog whose horns curl around my bicep and the Frankenstein quote shaped into stitches around my shoulder socket. Others she doesn’t. Mostly the more modern and non-literary references, like Frostmourne piercing through the Lich King’s helmet on my forearm or the lyrics woven throughout the art.
She crunches on some pretzels as I tell her about the progress I made in my book, and I rub little circles on her back with my thumb while she talks about some of the places she's lived. All over the country, plus places like Italy, Greece, and Scotland. This is the first time she’s talked about her life before she moved here.
"Italy was my favorite," she tells me. "The food was amazing, and the old buildings are so beautiful. The weather was nice most of the time, too."
"I think I'd like that. Maybe in the winter though. It's super hot in the summer there, isn't it?"
"It is," she agrees. "Sohot. But it's more dry than humid so it's not that bad."
I wrinkle my nose. "Hot is hot, no matter how dry it is."
"Fair enough," she says, flashing me a grin and tilting her head toward the lane in front of us. "So, did you just bring me here to chit chat all night, or are you ready to get your ass kicked?"
"Oh, that's cute," I tell her with a patronizing glance. "I'll have you know that I grew up in this bowling alley. I'm basically a professional, so I'd be careful how much shit you talk."
Spoiler alert, I am absolutely fucking terrible at bowling.
As soon as I turn around to go turn the lanes on, she beams me in the back of the head with an empty water bottle. "Strike," she calls after me, collapsing in a fit of giggles.Oh, it's on.
I head to the back and turn everything on, being careful to leave all the outside lights off. When I return, she's already got aball picked out from one of the racks for herself. "Shoes?" I ask, and she holds up a bare foot in response. "Alright, but you should know that if you drop that ball and break a toe, I will absolutely laugh at you. Are you sure you don't want gutter guards up?" She flips me off and scoffs.
"Please, this isn't my first rodeo." She turns and waits as the machine finishes setting the pins. "Ladies first," she calls over her shoulder, and runs up to the top of the lane. She rolls the ball down the lane awkwardly and it makes it about halfway before it goes straight into the gutter.
She turns to me with a sheepish smile. "Okay, I may have overexaggerated my experience. I..." She jumps as the ball return clanks and spits her ball out. "I may have possibly never actually been bowling before."
