Leave a Mark

I didn’t realize sexual tension was a real thing until I met you.

I thought it was, like, just something that only happened with characters on TV or in romance novels.

It just sounded so unrealistic. If two people are into each other, why wouldn’t they do something about it? Why let it just linger and make life that much more difficult?

Well, it turns out, sexual tension is very real. And when it happens in real life… it’s… intense. And complicated.

And sometimes, oddly enjoyable.

Damn, it’s hot in there. There’s a breeze out here on the balcony. It’s refreshing after being in that stuffy room with so many people all night.

I knew tonight was going to be long—grand openings always are—but I wasn’t really prepared for this to turn into a full-blown party. One that I’m really not in the mood for.

That’s one shitty thing about being a party planner, pretending you’re in the mood to party when it’s the absolute last thing you want to be doing.

I’m really not in the mood for socializing tonight.

So much schmoozing… so much… bullshit.

Now, maybe if I have a lighter in my purse, I can… ah, damn it…

“Here, I got you.”

Oh—thought I was alone out here.

And, of course. It’s you. Fucking perfect.

I can avoid you at the office pretty easily, but events like this when we all have to be on site make that a little more difficult.

I always thought having another queer person at work would be fun, like having someone around who just gets it, but you’ve actually made my life a thousand times more complicated from the moment you entered it.

“Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

You’re leaning against the balcony railing a few feet away. You walk slowly towards me, holding out a lighter almost like a peace offering, but that smug smile on your face says otherwise.

“Thanks. I’m not.”

“No?”

“No. Just when I’m… stressed. Or bored.”

“Party like that going on in there and you’re bored? I’d like to know what your idea of a good time is, then.”

“Yeah, well, when our job is to put on parties like that, it’s work. Not play.”

“Fair.”

You look out over the balcony at the gleaming lights of the city, your fingers drumming against the railing and the tip of your boot tapping silently against the concrete.

It’s something I always notice about you at the office. How hard it is for you to sit still.

You smile at me again and it makes my chest tighten. You always have this look like you know something I don’t. Like you’ve got a secret only you know about.

You and I…

I try not to think about you if I can help it. Every time I do, I just get… confused.

You were dating my best friend when we first met two years ago.

At first, I didn’t like you. You had… well, still have… something of a reputation. A kind of ‘love ’em and leave ’em’ thing that put a bad taste in my mouth.

I didn’t want my friend to get hurt and I definitely didn’t want to have to be there to pick up the pieces of whatever mess you were inevitably going to leave behind.

You claim you’re not into relationships, but somehow you always end up with women hanging off of you, thinking they can change or tame you or something.

The whole thing is annoying.

To be fair, you are hot. You’ve got that obnoxiously charming smile and apparently, you can do unspeakable things with your mouth. I get why you’re a magnet for pretty much anyone who looks at you.

And, as hard as I tried to resist, I’m unfortunately not immune to that stupid allure you have.

But I follow girl code, which means any attraction I had towards you had to be buried deep while you were with Kendra.

Naturally, as I expected, that relationship fell apart after a month or two. That was an awful weekend of consoling her, so thanks for that.

And then, after a few blissful months of forgetting you even existed… you waltzed into my office last month. My new co-worker.

I’ve tried my best to avoid you since then, but… clearly, I can’t always do that.

“You did a good job. With all this. I heard the clients telling Mattie how pleased they are.”

“Mhm.”

I take a long drag from my cigarette. Any excuse not to talk to or look at you.

“Alright, I clearly did something to piss you off. Any clues or am I just going to have to guess?”

“Are you kidding?”

“No.”

“Let’s start with my best friend, huh? Kendra? You remember her? You clearly let her think that what you had was going somewhere—”

“Whoa, whoa. Wait—”

“—and then you broke her heart. I can see right through you, you know. This thing you do.”

“What? What thing? What are you talking about?”

“Do not act like you don’t know. You’re like the lesbian Casanova. You have no problem taking women to bed, so long as they’re gone the next morning. You act like having an actual relationship would kill you.”

“Okay. If that’s the way you feel.”

“It’s not the way I feel, it’s—God, you are so… ugh.”

I don’t remember either of us moving, but we’re suddenly very close, like you want to push back against what I just said. A look of recognition flashes across your face and it almost looks like what I said hit a nerve. Maybe I went too far.

Maybe not though… because you lean forward even closer, your shoulder brushing against mine and shooting heat straight down my spine. I’ve never been this close to you before.

“Any other analyses you have to offer?”

“Yeah. You know, you’re really good at making things complicated.”

“What is so complicated? We work together. I’d like to be friends with you, you know.”

“Do you seriously think we could be friends?”

“Yes! Why not?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’re my best friend’s ex. Or that you’re my co-worker. Or that you have a reputation as a—”

“Okay. I get it. Okay.”

“Okay? Okay, that’s it?”

“What do you want from me? What?”

“I want… I want you to kiss me.”

It feels like a force is just… pulling us together.

It’s like all of the tension and want and desperation between us has finally come to a head. Like all of the confusion and uncertainty is pouring out of us and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.

A jolt of sensation runs through me. I don’t know what I’m doing. But I can’t stop myself from twisting my hands into the shaggy hair at the back of your head.

I don’t think I realized until just now that I wasn’t mad at you for hurting my best friend… I was jealous of her for getting to be with you.

“Take me somewhere.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

Your fingers are cool from the night air as they curl around mine. You pull me further along the balcony, over to a metal set of stairs leading down to the parking lot in the back of the building.

I don’t know how you do it, but your touch is so steady, so confident. Like you’ve never second-guessed yourself, like you always know the right answer.

You guide me up against the wall and your mouth is suddenly covering mine again. I can smell smoke in your hair from the kitchen and it makes me want you even more.

Your hips pin me in place and the weight of you feels good. Solid.

“Not here…”

“No? You don’t want our co-workers to hear us?”

“Shut up. Over there. Maybe there’s a storage room or something.”

There’s an urgency about you as you lead the search down the hall. You’re quick and efficient as you walk and try each door handle you pass. I’m so turned on that I think I would take a broom closet at this point.

“Here.”

I don’t know what this room is. I don’t really care. It’s dark. It has a door we can shut and lock. That’s all I need.

I can’t see you in the dark, but my mouth finds your cheek… and then your mouth in an instant.

I press myself into you and clasp my fingers behind your neck. I want more than just… this. I need to feel you.

My body is buzzing from all the feelings I’ve been holding back. I have to remind myself to breathe.

“I never told you…”

“What?”

“I broke up with her… because of you…”

“What do you mean?”

“It was hard to be around you. And not have you.”

“I want you to leave marks on me… I want to be yours.”

“Yeah? Like… here?”

Your teeth bite down on my neck as you kiss me, hard. I can almost feel the skin bruising.

The pain feels good… like you’re claiming me… making me yours. Like it’s cleansing away all of the confusion that’s been growing between us.

“I want to see bruises tomorrow… here.”

I take your hand and place it on my hip, then slide it down over my ass. You squeeze, hard.

Your energy is starting to match mine. You’re not being gentle. And you’re not wasting any time.

“Harder.”

You stumble back and sit on the edge of something behind us—a table or a desk, I can’t tell—and I push my body between your legs, never letting our lips separate.

You place both hands on my ass through my dress and squeeze, hard enough that my skin stings. You slip your hand under my dress and do it again, this time to my bare skin.

“Fuck… I’m going to take this off.”

You spin me around by my hips. I grind into your lap as you place your hand on my back and bend me forward.

Your fingers hook onto the zipper at the top of my dress and draw it down in two quick pulls.

I stand up and let the dress fall away.

The look on your face right now as you take in the sight of me… you look hypnotized by my body.

You reach for me and pull me to you by my hips. Your mouth is pressed right up against my ear.

“You want me to mark you? So everyone knows?”

“So no-one knows. I want them to be just mine.”

“Bend over.”

We switch places and I lean against the edge of the table. I stick my ass out towards you and you slide my underwear down to my ankles.

“You bring out another side of me… I’ve wanted you so bad…”

“Go harder. I can take it.”

Every time you spank me my pussy clenches and I can feel wetness sticking against my thighs.

“You like it when it hurts, don’t you?”

“Oh my god, yes. More.”

“You always this bossy in bed?”

“Like you don’t love it.”

“I can’t decide if I want you to be quiet or if I want to hear you scream. ”

“Just fuck me.”

You reach around my waist and your fingers slip between my legs. Your mouth is hot as your teeth dig into the soft flesh of my back.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…”

The feeling of your fingers gliding across my clit is a shock at first. I arch my back up into you as you work me harder, faster.

One of your hands grabs hold of my nipple and squeezes, hard. You pull on the sensitive skin and tug it between your fingers.

I let myself just be malleable in your hands… let you do whatever you want to me. My whole body is taut, aching for you to get further inside me.

“Can you take more?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me more.”

You splay your hand on the small of my back and guide me flat against the surface of the table. I know I’m the one calling the shots here, but I feel dominated like this, like you’re putting me in my place. Making me yours.

“Oh, fuck, yes…”

You add a third finger and plunge into me from behind. Finally… you’re not holding back.

I feel my pussy squeezing around your fingers as you thrust in and out of me. Every time you pull out I feel an ache of need until you’re inside me again.

“Your pussy feels so good.”

You drop down onto your knees and grab two handfuls of my thighs. You place bites along the back of my legs… hard enough that they’ll certainly be bruised tomorrow.

I turn around to give you better access and open my legs wide for you. You push your nose forward and your tongue trails through my folds as you pump three fingers inside me again.

I clench my teeth together so hard that my jaw starts to hurt. I feel completely lost in you.

“I’m not going to stop until you cum.”

“Yes, like that…”

“Yeah, move with me…”

I hold your head tight up against me and rock my hips into your mouth fucking your face just as hard as your fingers are pushing into me.

It’s messy… and rough… and it feels so fucking good.

“You’re so fucking close… I can feel how close you are…”

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—”

“You taste so good.”

My grip on your hair tightens. I pull on those dark messy strands as heat builds up inside of me. My thighs squeeze tight around your ears.

You slowly get up from the ground and dust off your knees. You hand me my underwear with a devilish grin.

“Here.”

“Quit smiling like that.”

“Can I give you a ride home?”

I look you up and down, just appreciating the way you put all your weight on one leg… how good you look in that gray t-shirt… black blazer. Fuck, I want you all over again.

“Yes. You can give me a ride.”

“I’m guessing… this is an ‘our little secret’ kind of situation”

“Mm, for now… that’s probably for the best.”

“Might want to cover up those marks on your neck, then.”

I don’t know what this is… whatever just happened between us… but it felt good. Cathartic.

And I can’t wait to see what my body looks like tomorrow.