Chapter 2: The Hotel, Scene 1
After we made it back to our table, we informed Damon and Terrence we were going to leave. Their eyes were curious, moving between Marcus and I as we said our goodbyes. They were going to stay longer, so we gathered our coats and left the club hand in hand.
Marcus was silent as we drove the few minutes to the hotel next door. Our hands were still clasped together, and I wondered what he was thinking. Parking in front of the office, he turned to look at me.
"Mandy, are you positive you want to do this? I mean, it's a big step, and I don't want you to feel as if you have to. For me, I mean." He looked so serious, and I loved him more in that moment than I ever had. I knew that me and another girl was a fantasy of his, but here he was telling me that I didn't have to do it. Little did he know that I wanted to do it as well. Maybe more than he did.
Leaning over to kiss him, I said, "Yes, baby, I'm sure. I want this too. She was captivating, and to be honest, I can't stop thinking about her. She has me so turned on. Feel." I guided his hand between my thighs, pressing his fingers against my thong. Even he could tell how wet I was through the satiny material.
"Damn, baby. You're really going to do this, aren't you? Wow." He shook his head in amazement, and then said, "God, I love you Mandy. So much." Kissing me again, he finally opened the door. "Let me go get a room. Be right back."
While I waited for him, I pondered what I was about to do. Never had I thought about being with a woman sexually, yet here I was about to go through with it. And not because my boyfriend had asked me to, but because I wanted to! Who would have thought it? But Caramel was amazing, so pretty, so perfect. And nice and smart too. I was totally attracted to her, as was apparent by my current state. My fingers drifted between my legs and I leisurely stroked over my panties, feeling how wet I was. Becoming more daring, I slid a finger under the waistband and rubbed my slit slowly, wondering how it would feel to have "her" hand touching me there. Well, I'd soon find out.
Marcus returned, a card key in his hand. Sliding into the driver seat, he drove us around to the back of the hotel, where our room was. We parked, and then got out of the car. He told me we were in room 112, and I saw that it was down on the corner of the building. Taking my hand, he led me to our room for the night, his fingers stroking my palm. I knew he was excited, almost as excited as me. I couldn't wait for her to call, and my heart was racing. Wow, I was about to do something I'd never fathomed. What a night this had turned out to be.
Entering the room, I sat on the bed, reaching down to unlace my boots. Kicking them off, I slid back against the headboard, drawing my legs up and wrapping my arms around my knees. Marcus had carried a bag in from the car, and I knew it held his bottles of emergency liquor. I'd never understood the need for them, but now I did. I could definitely use a drink. He ran down the hall for some ice and when he came back he mixed me another gin and tonic, and himself one as well. Sliding onto the bed with me, we flipped on the television, and I rested against him, my head on his shoulder as we sipped our drinks in silence.
His hand was resting on my thigh, and his fingers were massaging my flesh gently. I moaned a bit, my legs opening just a touch, and he slid his hand closer to my damp sex. Setting my drink down, I turned to him, pulling his face to mine for a kiss. Never had I been so turned on, and I needed some sort of interaction. He placed his drink to the side and kissed me back, his hands sliding around my back and pulling me close. We savored each other for minutes, his fingers playing up and down my body, over my ass, and then back to my shoulders. Whimpering a bit, I moved to lie on my back, tugging my skirt up over my hips.
"Please Marcus, I need...need you to touch me. Please." I whispered, my eyes on his. Never had I been so wanton and he was enjoying it. Moving between my legs, he pushed them apart and then gripped my panties in his hands. Pulling them down, he slid them off my bare feet, and then spread my legs farther. Without any hesitation, he lay down between my thighs and buried his face in my soaked pussy. I groaned, arching up into his mouth as his tongue circled my throbbing clit and then slid inside me. I'd needed to be touched for so long now that I was already on the verge of coming, and Marcus knew it. Slipping his hands under my ass, he held me up off the bed, his mouth working on my sex, and his tongue flicking over my clit again and again before delving back inside. I was squeezing my breasts, pinching the nipples as he ate me. One of his fingers was teasing around my asshole, and I found that I didn't mind. That was another of his fantasies; anal sex, yet I hadn't found the courage to do that. But tonight I realized, anything could happen.
I was so wet that my juices had lubricated my asshole and he used that to his advantage. While sucking on my clit, his middle finger pushed gently at my tight rosebud, slowly working its way inside of me. Panting, I tried to loosen up, and found that it was actually quite pleasurable, his finger inside my ass. When his tongue began licking my clitoris again, I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Oh god, baby, I'm about to come, oh shit Marcus, that feels so good, ooh shit...shit baby...I'm coming, god I'm coming!" I cried, my body spasming as the first wave of my orgasm washed over me. My pussy clenched as did my ass, and his finger delved deeper into me, causing the climax to intensify. He never stopped sucking at my pussy, and I filled his mouth with my juices. His tongue lapped at me, gently cleaning me of my come, and his finger eased out of my ass and then into my soaked cunt. I shivered and another wave of pleasure took me, and I cried out again.
Finally, I relaxed; my legs spread wide, eyes closed as I tried to regain control of my breathing. He slid up my body, his hands coming to rest on my breasts. Looking down at me, he whispered, "God, Mandy, you're so fucking beautiful. And you taste so good." He kissed me then, and I kissed back, tasting myself for the first time. Before, when he'd go down on me, I wouldn't kiss him afterward, thinking that it was nasty. But tonight was different. I was free, and open, and willing to do anything. I tasted sweet as I sucked his lips and tongue, kissing him for several minutes. Eventually, my breathing was back to normal, and I was sated. For the moment. We held each other, not speaking, and waited for the phone to ring.
We didn't have to wait long. I heard the chirping of my phone from the dresser and rose from the bed to answer it. "Hello?" I said, my voice trembling a bit.
"Hey sexy, this is Caramel. I'm off work. Where are you guys?" she said, her voice throaty over the phone. I explained to her what hotel we were at, and gave her the room number.
"I'll be there in less than ten minutes. Can't wait to see you beautiful." She murmured before hanging up.
I crawled back into the bed, Marcus' arms sliding around me again. "Was that her?"
