Now or Never ➼ Mark Sloan

𝗠𝗶𝘅 𝗨𝗽𝘀 (𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿)

Bella opened the front door to Mark. She grinned as she put a finger to her lip. "You have to be quiet. Derek is here. My room is up the stairs. First on the left," she told him.

Mark nodded. He quickly walked into the house and upstairs. Bella walked into the kitchen and got some beers from the fridge. Alex looked to her. "One man party?" He asked.

"Something like that. Where are Grace and Derek?"

"Upstairs."

Bella nodded. She knew she was going to have to be quiet. But she was loving the risk of it all. She walked into her bedroom and closed the door.

Mark lifted her into his arms and kissed her lips heatedly.  He put her on the floor and they started taking off each others clothes.

He chuckled on his path to her lips, but didn't linger long.

Kisses trailed down her chest then stomach, his fingers tugging the underwear off as his body shifted lower on the bed.

Bella panted when he lowered his head, her chest rising and falling, temporarily blocking her view when his tongue made contact.

Green orbs connected with hers on her exhale and she maintain the contact until her chest lifted again. Using the break to shift her attention to the ceiling.

He could already hear her labored breaths and involuntary moans, he didn't need to see the desperation in her eyes as well.

The tongue tormenting her clit became more focused, swirling and flicking, those fingers working their way into her.

Curling toward a spot that made her her insides constrict around them. He shouldn't be able to push her that close that quickly, but he had.

His lips wrapped her sensitive nub, grazing his tongue over the tip that had only been made more responsive by the gentle suction.

She was convinced his motivation was to prove he had more control of her body than she did. One hand tightened around his comforter, the other gripped onto a section of his hair as her back arched.

The jerking of her hips—a telltale sign of her release—prompted no relenting on his part. Bella groaned louder than she'd intended, the fingers clamped within his hair tugging his head backwards until he finally eased his mouth from her.

She caught the brief smile, but chose to ignore it as he kissed up her torso, tonguing the nipple he'd neglected earlier on his path to her lips.

She could feel him teasing her opening. "Mark..."

"Yes." He hummed, shifting kisses to her neck as his hands roamed freely.

"Do you have a condom?" She whispered the question. Knowing that an unexpected baby wouldn't be wise at the moment.

He pulled to the side, rummaging through his nightstand.

Once he found what he was looking for he sat up between her legs to roll the condom on.

Bella grinned at seeing the one thing she wanted. Mark's hard cock standing to attention in front of her.

He didn't allow her much time to over think before his lips were on hers again and she could feel him pushing into her.

She moaned against his kiss as he slowly filled her, giving her a moment to adjust to him before he began moving.

Mark kept a slow pace initially, his thighs pressing hers out and upward, his arms preventing her from shifting higher on the bed with each thrust.

There was something about two bodies being connected without the rush to finish that she really enjoyed. She hated him for appealing to that.

The pace gradually quickened and Bella found herself gripping his hair again as his forehead rested on the curve of her neck.