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absurdthirst · 4 years

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Oh babe please do not leave us hanging with Dreams. I have got to know how all this plays out. Besides you know that man owns the other half my heart Din doesn't occupy. Love you 💜

***He’s a little more confident since he knows that you dream about him.

Reality

You shoot Tilson a panicked look as Marcus asks you to hang back. He sees the look but ignores it, and the way that you are fidgeting as you organize the case files.

“Well, I’m going to go enjoy my weekend.” Emily wasn’t discreet, Marcus caught the teasing grin she throws your way as she grabs her purse and walks towards the door. “See you Monday. Have fun.”

His lips twitch as he watches you flush, seemingly completely absorbed in making sure every file was perfectly straight before tossing it into one of the storage boxes. You were buying time.

When he calls your name, you head shoots up, startled. As if you were so engrossed in your menial task you had forgotten he was there.

“Yeah….uh, I didn’t forget to pull the telephone records.” You are stumbling over your words and Marcus thinks that it's absolutely cute that you are nervous. He’s never seen you act this way before. He wonders if you were thinking about something dirty when he called your name.

He shook his head and took a step closer to you. “I didn’t ask you to stay back because of that.” He said.

“Oh.” You look away from him, and he takes another step towards you, closing the gap between you.

“I don’t want to overstep.” He began. “But I was wondering if you had plans for today or tonight?”

He watches your chest still as you forget to exhale for a moment. Then you obviously come to some kind of conclusion because you start breathing again.

“Oh, is there someone you need watched?” You ask. “A stakeout?”

He shakes his head. For someone with so many dirty thoughts invading your dreams, you certainly need things laid out for you. Or maybe you were just that convinced he wasn’t interested in you. If you could only have seen into his own thoughts while the three of you were working. It had been hard to concentrate when all he could think about was laying you out on that conference table and exploring every way to make you gasp his name. Instead of “Fuck….Pike.” he wanted to hear “Fuck, Marcus!” as you came.

“Oh?” You tilted your head in confusion.

His tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip. He watched your eyes dart down to watch it before sliding off to the side, heat rising up the curve of your neck.

“I was hoping you’d go out with me.” Marcus watched as your eyes widened and you turned back to him. Disbelief in them as you quirk your eyebrow at him. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

“Yeah.” You said, a smile lit up your face. “I’d like that.”

****

The two of you had an amazing day. Practically spent all day together, after dropping your car off at your apartment. The day had been spent talking, laughing and even debating as you had strolled around the National Mall.

It had been your idea and Marcus had happily gone along with it. Rather than wanting a fancy meal, you had dragged him over to the food trucks and challenged him to a “hodgepodge” lunch around the world. It was interesting and fun.

Now he was dropping you off. He desperately wanted to kiss you, to suggest that you come home with him. But he was too much of a gentleman to push that. He respected you too much to try and push that on the first date, even if you had been dreaming about him. He could live with a very cold shower.

He put the car in park and leaned back, turning his head towards you. “I had a really good time.” He admits.

“Me too.” You lean in, but he pushes his door open and walks around the car. Opening the door for you, he waits as you get out, pushing his hands into his jeans so he doesn’t grab you like he wants to while walking you up to your door.

You open the door and turn back to him. His good intentions at asking you for another date fall away as you lean into him and kiss him.

He freezes. Not because he doesn’t want you to kiss him, fuck, does he want you to. But because he’s afraid of moving too fast. He fucked up with Teresa and he doesn’t want to do that with you. His fingers dig into his thighs as he stands there and lets you kiss him.

You pull away when you don’t feel him respond, your eyes falling to your feet as your shoulders slump. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t hav-”

His hands rip out of his pockets to come around you, hauling you closer to him as he slants his mouth over yours, kissing you passionately. He enjoys the surprised squeak you make, opening your mouth and letting his tongue dive inside to deepen the kiss. His arms tighten around you at the taste, his own sound of pleasure humming into your throat.

When he breaks the kiss and pulls back, your eyes are hazy, making him grin as he bumps his nose against yours.

“You - you wanna come in?” You breathe.

“I shouldn’t.” He says, relaxing his hold on you, his hips pulling back to keep you from feeling how turned on he was by just kissing you.

“You should.” You argue. “I’ve dreamed about you coming inside.”

His cock twitches at the unintended double meaning behind your words. Coming inside your apartment, coming inside you, both images flashing in his head and making him breathe out heavily.

“Yeah?” He asks, his hands running up your back and back down to your hips. His lips started to ghost over your chin. “You’ve dreamed about it?”

He knows, he knows you have. But he doesn’t want to embarrass you or think that the only reason he’s here is because he knows he could get lucky.

“Yeah. Very intense.” Your hands move under his jacket, around his back to scratch at it as your hips connect with his again, making him hiss out. The pressure of your groin against his cock is wonderful. “Let me show you.”

He caved, unable to resist the idea of you wanting him. You grasping at him, rubbing against him, seemingly craving him. All things that just sparked hot want and need inside him. He backs you into your apartment, kicking the door closed behind him and reaching back blindly to fumble with the locks, his mouth still attached to your neck.

“Bedroom?” He asked, pulling away to question you.

You nod, releasing him to grab his hand and tug him through the small space. Totally unaware of everything around him but you.

When you reach the bedroom, you turn and bring your hands to his own waist. Your mouth locking onto his for another soul searing kiss before you start slowly sinking to your knees.

He knows what you want to do. Your comment scorched into his brain. “I really, really want to suck you off and ride you until I scream.” He can’t deny that the idea of that is so fucking hot it makes him throb, but there is something he wants too.

He grabs your wrists, stopping you from continuing to unbuckle his belt. A bit of pressure forces you to rise back up to your feet and you are giving him a questioning look.

He crowds you, walking you back until your knees hit the back of the bed and you fall back on it. He follows you, his own hands moving to brace himself over you. “I’m more of a giver, baby.”

You make this sexy little noise and he takes that for excitement. He pushes off and reaches for the button of your jeans. Watching you watch him as he starts to undress you.

It’s thrilling, how eager you are under his hands. Helping him get you stripped down. He can’t help but pause, kiss here, nip there. Every gesture makes your sighs and sounds just a bit more desperate.

Only when you are naked, in the center of your bed does he even think about removing his own clothes. He knows his eyes are dark, intense with passion as he drinks in you waiting for him. He can already see the shine of your arousal between your thighs.

He’s not as careful undressing himself as he was with you. Hastily ripping off his shirt and reaching for his jeans, needing relief from the pressure of the confining material. His cock springs free as he pushes his jeans and boxers down his thighs and kick them off.

He crawls up the bed, watching as your legs spread for him to come between them, your own eyes hooded as you watch him.

He places a kiss on your knee and moves down to kiss the inner thigh of your other leg. Switching back and forth as he made his way closer to his destination. You choked out a small little cry as he nuzzles against you, pressing a tiny kiss right above your clit.

“You dream of this?” He asks, looking up at you with his mouth hovering over your pussy, blowing on her clit. When she nodded, his lips curved. “Good.”

He felt your body shudder when his mouth touched you. Heard your cry and saw your face morph into surprised pleasure. Looking back down, his hands spread you wide so he could admire the wet perfection. You tasted tangy and delicious and he could lick at you all day.

Your hand reached down for him. Grabbing at his head, fingers knotting into his hair as your other hand went to your breast. Fuck. He reached up and covered your hand with his. Groaning into your clit as you moved your hand and let him feel you, hot and hard nipple pressed against his hand.

Marcus squeezes your breast, relishing the way that your entire body responded to him. You were soaked, for him. His other hand moves down to your entrance, tracing it with his digits as his tongue lashed against your clit.

“Please!” He throbs at the way you beg him. Fuck, No one has ever begged for him like that. Not in a long time at least.

Easing two fingers into you, his tongue flicks up and down your bundle of nerves as you cry out his name. He grinds his cock against your comforter at the whiny, overwhelmed tone. He needs you to come, he knows he's not going to last long when he finally slips inside your body. Especially the way that you are clenching around his fingers.

He curls his fingers into you, striking against a spongy little spot inside your walls that made you shriek. He shuddered at the feeling of you tightening around his fingers, making sure to target that spot again and again as he feasted on you.

Absorbing every pant, every cry, he pushed you closer to the edge. Never wanting to make someone fall apart harder, he moaned into you, relishing every time your arousal gushed over his fingers.

When you started cumming he doubled down, eagerly diving deeper and rolling his tongue over your clit again and again without mercy as he pushed his fingers into you harder. Your fingers tugged at his hair sharply.

He throbbed when he felt you clench down, walls pulsing against his fingers. Imagined how good it would feel around his cock. He continued to lick at you until your hand was pushing him away, the last drops of pleasure wrung from your body. This time at least.

He pulled away and watched the way that your head tilted back, eyes closed in pleasure. He started to crawl up your body, but froze, remembering one important detail.

When he moved off of you, your eyes shot open. “Where are you going?” You demanded.

He scrounged around on the floor. “Condom.” He muttered, finally spotting his jeans.

You shake your head. “I’m clean and have an IUD.” You reach for him.

His head whips towards you. “Huh?”

“Are you clean?” You ask, your legs pressing together.

“Last physical, yes.” He breathed, not quite believing what you are insinuating. “Haven’t been with anyone since.”

You bit your lower lip. “Come here Marcus.”

“Fuck.” He dropped his jeans and lunged for the bed.

He was on you in an instant, legs jerked open under his hands as he slotted himself between your thighs. He closed his eyes and willed himself to slow down. Not to just slam himself into you, even though every fiber of his being was screaming for just that. Instead, he took himself in hand and started rubbing his cock up down your slippery folds.

Your legs hooked around his waist and pulled him closer, the tip of his cock pushing inside you. You both groaned as he gave in, sinking into you slowly as he lowered himself to rest on his elbows over you.

He kissed you again. More than a kiss though, it was more licking into your mouth as he explored. His cock throbbed inside you, yet he still resisted the urge to move. Afraid that he would cum too soon at the feeling of moving inside your body without the dulling sensation of a condom.

It didn’t help that your arms and legs were wound around him, your body starting to writhe and undulate as you needed friction. Needed him to move.

He grunted as he pulled back to rock into you again. His eyes shooting open at the feel of your body hugging him again. He could feel every detail of your body from the inside. The tip of his cock bumping against the back of your cervix.

He swallowed your gasp, his muscles bunching and flexing under your hands as he started to move. He starts slow, unable to do much more than rut into you, until he finally pushes back the need to cum and can start concentrating on filling you.

You are so responsive. Moving your hips in time with his thrusts, praising him. As soon as your lips broke with his, you are sobbing at how good he feels. And he realizes he might just have a praise kink.

His hips crash into yours, faster and harder with each thrust. One arm coming around you and pulling you up slightly. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades making him shiver. Your thighs tighten around him, squeezing him closer.

“Fuck.” Marcus spit out, moving his mouth back over hers. “I’m about to….”

You moaned and your hand moved to the back of his head, jerking him down to kiss him as you move against him and hold him tighter to you.

He feels it. The way that your body seizes up underneath him. Your walls wildly flutter and the slick rush of cum that flows over him. He pumps desperately into you, pushing harder to move through the vice-like grip your body has on him. He breathes your name into your mouth as he hardens, twitching inside you as he paints your walls with his release.

He wants to do nothing more than collapse on you, crush you under him in exhaustion. Instead he pulls out and goes to move so you can get up if you need to. Instead, you hold fast to him and roll with him, settling, half-draped over his body. You give a small, breathless laugh and Marcus looks at you, wondering what you are thinking.

He doesn’t have long to wonder as you press a kiss against his sweaty chest. “For the record, reality beats my dreams, anyday.” You tell him.

He grins, pulling you a big tighter against him as he kisses the top of your head. He can’t help but be thankful that you decided to complain about your dreams to Tilson today. And you were right, reality was so much better, it meant he was actually holding you.

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