-Authors Note: I bring a maybe new chapter story! I swear I'm gonna finish this one!
Mark's POV
I feel your warm breath on the nape of my neck. Your calloused yet soft hands slowly pulling down my tattered old jacket. I feel the first kiss you lay on the side of my neck. Wet and hot, I know that patch of skin has turned a mild shade of red, standing out from my smooth pale skin. You're whispering in my ear, warm and sweet, I can barely concentrate on what you're saying when you're unbuckling my pants from behind me. You're pressed so closely, I'm aware of your need for me.
"Mimi's working late" you whisper suggestively in my ear, nibbling and biting all the while.
I know I should tell you stop. That we shouldn't be doing this at all. What kind of fool would that make me? I only urge you on with my seemingly desperate pleas of wanting you, and strangled moans from when you touch me. The truth is, I don't want you as much as you need me. I could stop if I wanted to, but with you, it's a whole different story.
I'm not complaining though. I twist around in your arms and taste your lips. You taste like cigarettes and strawberries. An odd combination, but it suits you perfectly. I lick my own lips when I pull away. Your kiss still wet on my lips. I press a hand to your chest and push you into my bedroom. You are all too willing to follow suit as I kick the door closed and you fall back onto my bed, pulling me along with you.
"I love having you like this" you breathe out with half hooded eyes and a hand sliding up my shirt. I simply smile, push your hand away, and let my hands do the talking for the both of us when they begin to unbutton your shirt to expose your rather built body.
You lie back completely and let me be in control. You love it when I'm in control. I kiss and bite the freshly exposed skin and you moan softly underneath me. You're such a sucker for a kiss on your chest. I'm proud to say that I know all of you little 'hot spots'. Here I am sitting in your lap, kissing, touching, caressing, loving you. And Mimi doesn't have a clue.
If only Mimi knew what you did when she's gone. Upstairs in your old loft, fucking your best friend, who's by the way, male, and loving every god damn minute of it. I don't understand why you think you have to uphold this supposed heterosexual bad ass image of yours. Really, who are you trying to impress? Why won't you admit to Mimi that you don't love her, you never loved her. It was me all a along.
Then again. If that were true. You wouldn't be making me some sort of whore and screwing around with me while she's gone. On the other hand, I don't seem to mind at all.
In fact. I love the idea of being your whore.
It gives me thrills to know, that even your sexy stripper girlfriend can't make you cum five times in a row.
You lick your lips with closed eyes and a hand massaging my shoulder gently as my kisses begin to go pass your navel. I can already hear my name rolling off the tip of your tongue, and I haven't even started. I smirk to myself as I go to my knees for you, a hand still caressing your chest softly, all to happy with myself.