Captivated by the Tycoon

chapter 4

Marcus knocked on the door of Eva’s apartment. He blamed himself for how the night had turned out and felt awful about dragging Eva into his drama.

Isa was usually an ice queen, but he hadn’t thought she was capable of doing anything to Eva. The door opened and almost immediately slammed in his face again. He kept knocking.

“Eva” he called, hoping she would at least let him in to apologize.

“Go away Marcus!”

“Eva please,I just want to talk to you”

He heard her sigh and then cracked open the door just enough to see her, but the chain lock was still in place.

“Talk”

“Eva”, he stood there looking at her sheepishly “I can’t properly apologize from outside. Look, tonight was a disaster, but I swear to you, I never knew Isa would make a huge mess and embarrass you like that, and I wouldn't have deliberately left you alone.”

“We’re trying to sleep here!!”, the neighbor down the hall called out.

“Eva…”

“You could whisper”,Eva said refusing to open the door for him.

“Please”

She paused to think about it. Marcus apologizing was something unexpected for her. She had gotten home that night, taken a shower, mourned her dress and then ordered a pizza to comfort herself, and just as she was about to fall asleep she heard him calling from outside, but as much as she wanted to lock up her door she felt it would be immature.

She finally slid the lock out of place and let him into her apartment.

“nice place”

“Thanks”,she huffed locking her door,the only other person she had over in her place was Kate who kept telling her to do better with the decor.

“Look Eva, I’m so sorry about tonight,I just didn’t plan for it to go down like this”

He ran his hands through his disheveled hair and looked exhausted all of a sudden, almost vulnerable.

“I’m just upset that I let you talk me into being your fake girlfriend in the first place,I’m not up for that or your type of lifestyle”.

“What lifestyle?”

“The press!, the women!, You!”

He looked confused about what she meant.

“So the problem is me?”,he stepped closer as he spoke,backing her against the door.

“This doesn’t seem like an appropriate apology”

“I said I’m sorry”

“You don’t get it, you’re this privileged person who does whatever he wants when he wants and sleeps with whoever he wants to, I don’t do that”, she took a deep breath and continued, “I don’t think I’m cut out for this whole fake girlfriend thing, maybe you can get someone else to do it”

Marcus, acting rather than thinking, grabbed and pulled her up against him and kissed her. He expected her to push him away. He braced himself up for rejection, but it never came. Instead, she kissed him back.

Her body pressed against his shoulders and his thigh, her breast burned against his chest. He couldn't wait to feel her, to taste her n*****s and to listen to her moan in pleasure.

Marcus moved down her neck slowly towards the opening of her blouse, and he moved back up. She opened her mouth for him and he immediately slips his tongue inside. He was hard and ready, he wanted her.

Eva draws back and stares at him. Her eyes full of love.

"You're a good kisser," she whispers.

"You're not bad yourself, I'm glad you liked it".

"Marcus, you're good-looking, you're a good kisser and I bet you f**k so well. You should have a trophy," she added, holding his hands.

Eva drew him up against her and kissed him passionately. She rubbed against his hardness, it felt so good. He touched her back, slipping his hand under the curve of her butt and lifted it up, squeezing hard.

She slowly pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it on the floor. Marcus went straight for her breast, pressing his face into it. He teased her, it made her smile.

Marcus couldn't hold it anymore. He asked, "which way to the bedroom?".

Eva took his hand in hers and pulled him into the first door on the left. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and began unbuttoning it.

"Can you handle me?", she whispered softly.

"Let's find out"

He let his gaze drift down her body. He moved his hand behind her back to her bra. When the hooks were free, he tossed the bra off to the side.

Eva's breast were perfect. Full and pretty. Marcus knelt between her legs and bent over so he could cup her breasts in his hands, he took her left n****e in his mouth. She tasted sweet, he sucked, then circled her with his tongue.

He slid his hand up and down her thighs. He circled his finger closer and closer to her p***y, At last he eased one finger through her and felt her wetness.

Instantly, his arousal pulsed, he lowered himself onto the mattress, parted her thighs and pressed his tongue to her p***y.

"You taste sweet," he whispers.

Marcus explored her p***y, then he focused on that most sensitive spot. He circled it, then brushed it with the flat of his tongue. He slipped his finger deep inside of her, finding her pleasure point, then rubbed it in time with his tongue.

Eva began to breathe faster. Her hips moved and he felt her muscles tighten. There was a moment of silence and she lost herself in her orgasm.

He kissed the top of her thigh, then her belly. She opened her eyes and sighed.

"That was intense," she said softly.

"I had fun," he uttered.

"Fun does not describe what just happened," Eva said with a smile. "Come here and I'll show you what i mean."

The second she touched him, he nearly lost it. He was shocked by the sudden pressure between his legs.

Eva's touch was sure and erotic, too erotic. He shifted closer and she guided him inside.

The soft, wet, welcoming heat of her body hardly made things better. Marcus pushed in, filling her, feeling as if he could get lost in her forever. He had big plans of impressing her with his endurance, but that plan turned to dust the second he thrust in her.

Marcus wanted her too much. He pushed in again, feeling the pressure build. Then he gave himself up to it, increasing his speed, focusing only on the way she pulled him in and made him never want to leave. Another thrust, then another and he was lost.