Later that night, Marco drives me home and before I get out of his car, he kisses me again.
“I had a nice time with you, Lina.” He smiles softly.
“Me too. It was nice having someone to talk to.”
“Same here. I really like you and I know you’re a little hesitant about getting involved with someone else in the sugar daddy lifestyle, but I want you to know that this can whatever you want it to be. I’m not pressed to be in the lifestyle. Do I enjoy helping a girl out who really needs it? Yes, but I’ve never done it for the physical aspects.”
I nod softly. “I believe you, Marco. I honestly think you’re a good guy. You’ve been nothing but respectful towards me. I like you so, but it’s going to take some time before I can fully trust you. It’s a little hard to not think about your association with Ronan and how he’s been acting. I don’t hold any of that against you, but as long as you’re in my life, I feel like I’m still tethered to him if that makes sense.”
“I understand completely. I hope that I can earn your trust and show you that the actions of Ronan don’t reflect upon me at all. We’re simply friends because we’re in the same lifestyle circle. Nothing more or less, but I can give you time and space. Like I said, I like you, Lina and I want to get to know you.” His hand comes over and his fingers graze over my thigh sending chill bumps over my skin.
I look into his eyes and the hunger in them just does something to me and before I can even stop myself, I’m across the seat in his lap, kissing him. What the hell am I doing?!
Straddling his lap, his hands grip onto my ass and I begin grinding against the bulge in his pants. The friction alone could cause me to explode. When his mouth leaves mine, he trails his tongue down my jaw to the side of my neck, licking over a spot that drives me insane. I moan softly, gripping his shirt as I move my hips fast, aching for the release.
Deep down, I feel betrayed by my own body. I had no intentions of getting physical with Maroc and here I am, in his lap. Hell, just kissing him was enough to make me feel back so why am I doing this. I’m doing this because I want to, that’s why. Who am I to deny myself the pleasure of making out with a good looking guy who has done nothing but treat me better than the last?
As I’m moving my hips against him, I imagine him being inside of me. His thickness filling me whole and driving me insane.
“Fuck, Lina, that feels good.” He groans, nipping at my earlobe and pulling my dress up and squeezing my backside.
Gripping his hair at the back of his neck, I feel my panties soak with my arousal as Marco bulge rubs against my core, pushing me further to the edge. I can feel my insides pulsing repeatedly and my moans grow louder.
“Marco, I’m gonna...” I moan again, moving faster as Marco’s steady breath heats the side of my neck.
“Fuck, Lina, fuck!” He groans and when his nails dig into my skin, it’s just enough pain to push me over.
My body begins to shake and Marco’s hips jerk under me. Around us, the car’s windows are fogged up and we’re both sweating. I don’t think I’ve even gotten off so fast in my life. I’m pretty sure Marco might feel the same way. He seems like the time who has a lot of stamina and yet, here we are, collapsed against each other, completely undone.
When I finally get some strength into my limbs, I move back to the passenger seat, pulling my dress down. I pull the visor down and check myself in the mirror. My hair is still sort of in place other than some loose strands. My skin is slightly glossed from the sweat and I’m sporting a good after orgasm glow. When I look over at Marco, he’s looking at me and for some reason, smiles come to out mouths just before we burst out laughing.
“Wow.” I mumble.
“I agree. I totally wasn’t expecting that.”
“Neither was I. Sorry for that.”
“No, please don’t apologize. I enjoy your spontaneity. It’s refreshing and I’m sure as hell not going to complain about getting off. It’s been a while since I’ve had a sexy ass woman on my lap.”
I want to call his bluff, but for some reason I know he’s telling the truth.
“Were you really that in love that you haven’t had sex?”
“Oh no, I had sex afterward. Lots of sex, but it wasn’t fulfilling. I was just trying to fill a void. When I realized mindless sex wasn’t going to fix me, I stopped trying so it’s been some time since.”
Raising my eyebrow, I turn to face him.
“So why me?”
“I honestly don’t know. I’ve been asking myself that all day. Why are you the one who is pulling me out of my slump, turning me on beyond belief, and for the first time, making me want something special again. When I first met you, I knew you weren’t right for Ronan. I wanted to just look at you the whole time but I couldn’t and when I was got to town, I remembered Ronan telling me where you worked so I just showed up on a whim.” He shrugs and I still don’t quite understand.
“So you just showed up at my job to talk to me? Or did you show up hoping to whisp me away from Ronan?”
When Marco doesn’t say anything, I nod, knowing the answer.
“Are you angry?” He asks, his voice sounding sincerely concerned. He came all this way to steal me from a man. I don’t know whether to find it stalkerish or romantic.
“No, I’m not angry. I’m sure you wouldn’t have had to try hard to whisp me away. I just don’t understand you, Marco.”
“And I don’t completely understand you either, Lina.” He smiles.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to get to know each other.”
Marco walks me up to my place and unlike with Ronan, I don’t feel the need to present myself as perfect when Marco sees inside my apartment as I’m opening the door. Turning to face him, I smile softly.
“Thank you for tonight. I had fun.” I blush softly, feeling slightly embarrassed for jumping him in his car.
“No problem. I hope to spend more time with you.” He takes a step forward, pulling me close.
He kisses me softly and butterflies swarm in my tummy.
“I’ll call you soon.” I whisper.
“You better, gorgeous.” He whispers back, kissing me again before stepping away.
I watch him walk away before closing the door and when I’m sure he’s far enough away, I squeal like a teenager after her first date. Giddiness spreads over me as I go to my room and strip out of my clothes before falling into bed. As I lie there, I stare at the ceiling and thing of Marco. As I’m replaying the night in my head, I wonder to myself if I could be his sugar baby. Being with him feels completely different than being with Ronan. All Ronan seemed to care about what how much time I was spending with him and even made me feel like I needed to be with him. I just feel completely free with Marco and I pity the girl who let him go. She’s an idiot.
Sighing to myself, I roll to my side and grab my phone to send a quick text to Marco.
Thinking of you
I hit send and set the phone down, but it only takes seconds for a reply. However, when I look at the screen, I see Ronan’s name.
Thinking of you too, baby. I knew you’d forgive me
Frowning in confusing, I shoot up into sitting position with the realization that I texted Ronan instead of Marco.