Chapter 3: No stopping now
Marcus pulled Evelyn’s head back sharply, her lips leaving his cock with a wet pop. A thick strand of saliva stretched between her mouth and his glistening shaft before snapping. "Enough sucking for now, baby," he rasped, his voice thick with lust and weed smoke. "Go make us some more drinks. Strong ones." He patted her cheek, a gesture dismissive yet possessive.
Evelyn blinked, dazed, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. She scrambled off the floor, legs shaky, avoiding Thomas’s wide, horrified eyes fixed on her from the worn couch. The stark light from the conspiracy theory posters seemed accusatory now. She hurried into the small kitchenette adjoining the living room, the clink of ice and bottles loud in the sudden silence.
Marcus watched her go, adjusting himself lazily before turning his heavy-lidded gaze finally onto Thomas. "You alright over there, buddy?" The question held no real concern, only a faint amusement.
Thomas swallowed hard, the potent weed still twisting his thoughts into paranoid knots. The shadowy figure in the framed picture seemed to leer. "Yeah. Fine." His voice cracked. "Just... strong stuff."
Evelyn returned moments later, carrying three glasses sloshing amber liquid. Her cheeks were flushed, her movements jerky with anticipation. Marcus took his drink, downed half in one gulp, then pulled a fresh joint from his pocket. He lit it expertly, the acrid-sweet smoke curling into the already hazy air. He took a deep drag, held it, then passed it to Evelyn. She inhaled greedily, her eyes closing briefly as the THC hit her bloodstream anew.
"Thomas?" Evelyn offered the joint, her voice slightly muffled by the smoke she exhaled.
Thomas recoiled almost imperceptibly. "No. Thanks. Happy with my drink." He clutched his glass like a shield. The paranoia intensified; the conspiracy posters whispered secrets he couldn't grasp. Marcus’s presence felt like a physical pressure, suffocating.
Marcus chuckled, a low rumble. "Suit yourself." He took the joint back from Evelyn, sharing another deep drag with her. Their eyes locked over the glowing tip, a current of raw hunger passing between them that Thomas couldn’t bear to witness. He stared into his drink, the ice melting rapidly.
Silence descended, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the crackle of the joint and Evelyn’s increasingly shallow breaths. Marcus finished his drink in another swallow. Evelyn followed suit, draining her glass. The tension coiled tighter, a spring about to snap.
Suddenly, Marcus surged to his feet. He moved with surprising speed for his size. Before Evelyn could react, he scooped her up effortlessly, one arm under her knees, the other around her back. She gasped, then giggled, a high, nervous sound, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Alright, baby girl," Marcus growled, his voice rough against her ear. "Where’s the bedroom? Time for the main event."
"Down the hall," Evelyn breathed, pointing vaguely. "Last door."
Marcus carried her like she weighed nothing, his heavy footsteps echoing on the laminate floor. Thomas remained frozen on the couch, his knuckles white around his untouched drink. He heard the bedroom door open, then slam shut. The sound jolted him into motion. He stood, hesitated, then followed slowly, drawn by a morbid dread he couldn't resist.
The bedroom was dim, illuminated only by the cold blue glow of a laptop screen left open on a small table. It cast long, distorted shadows. The air smelled faintly of dust and stale perfume. A single bed dominated the space, its sheets already rumpled.
Marcus didn't pause. He strode to the bed and unceremoniously tossed Evelyn onto the thin mattress. She bounced once, landing sprawled on her back, her skirt riding high up her thighs. She didn't protest; her eyes were wide, dark pools reflecting the laptop's light, fixed solely on Marcus as he stood at the foot of the bed, unbuckling his belt.
Thomas hovered in the doorway, a ghost in his own home. He saw Evelyn scramble onto her knees on the bed, facing Marcus. Her hands trembled slightly as she fumbled with the button of his jeans, then yanked them and his boxers down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, thick and already fully erect, glistening slightly at the tip from her earlier ministrations.
Evelyn grabbed the condom packet Marcus tossed onto the bed beside her. She tore it open with her teeth, her movements frantic. She unrolled the latex sheath down his length with practiced speed, her fingers brushing his heated skin. Marcus watched her, a predatory smile playing on his lips, his hands gripping her hips.
The moment the condom was secure, Marcus pushed her roughly onto her back again. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. He hooked his hands under her knees, lifting her hips, spreading her wide. Her thin panties were shoved aside. He positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
Evelyn cried out – a sharp, guttural sound that echoed off the bare walls. Not pain, but pure, shocking sensation. "Fuck! Marcus! Oh god, yes!" Her head thrashed back on the pillow.
Marcus didn't wait. He set a brutal, driving pace from the start. His hips pistoned, slamming into her with deep, grinding thrusts that made the cheap bed frame creak and groan in protest. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small room, rhythmic and obscene. Evelyn’s moans escalated, becoming continuous, wordless cries punctuated by gasps. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, then tangled in the sheets.
"Take it," Marcus grunted, his voice thick with exertion. "Take that fucking cock, baby. You wanted it." He leaned forward, pinning her wrists above her head with one large hand, his other hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. His thrusts became shorter, harder, deeper. The wet, squelching sounds were loud.
Thomas stood rooted in the doorway, bile rising in his throat. The laptop light illuminated the sweat gleaming on Marcus's back, the desperate arch of Evelyn's body, the raw, primal intensity of their coupling. He felt invisible, irrelevant. "Evelyn..." he whispered, the sound lost beneath her cries and Marcus's grunts.
Evelyn’s body began to convulse. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Marcus! I'm cumming!" she screamed, her back bowing off the bed. Her inner muscles clenched violently around his driving cock. Marcus growled, fucking her through the spasms, his pace relentless. Her cries peaked, then dissolved into shuddering gasps as the first wave crashed over her.
Marcus slowed only slightly, still buried deep inside her, grinding his pelvis against her clit. Evelyn whimpered, her body still trembling. "Again," Marcus commanded, his voice a harsh rasp. "Cum again for me." He resumed his punishing rhythm, angling his hips to hit that spot deep inside her with every plunge.
Evelyn’s eyes rolled back. "Yes! Daddy! Yes!" she shrieked, her voice raw. Another orgasm ripped through her, sharper this time, making her legs shake uncontrollably. "Fuck! Fuck! Don't stop! Please!" Her nails dug into Marcus's forearm.
Marcus leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. "Gonna take this rubber off," he breathed, his thrusts never faltering. "Wanna feel that tight little cunt raw. Wanna fill you up."
Thomas found his voice, a strangled cry. "No! Evelyn, don't! You said—"
Evelyn didn't even glance towards the doorway. Her eyes were locked on Marcus's face, glazed with lust and submission. "Whatever you want, Daddy," she panted, her voice thick with need. "Give it to me raw. Fill me up. Breed me." Her hips lifted desperately to meet his next thrust.
Marcus pulled out abruptly, the condom slick and stretched. He ripped it off, tossing it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed. The sight of his bare cock, glistening with her wetness, made Thomas feel faint. Marcus spat into his palm, slicked his shaft roughly, then positioned himself again at Evelyn's dripping entrance.
Thomas lunged forward half a step. "STOP! Marcus, you can't! Evelyn, please—!"
Marcus ignored him completely. With one powerful surge, he sheathed himself back inside Evelyn, bare now. The feeling was immediate, overwhelming. Evelyn screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "YES! FUCK! FEELS SO MUCH BETTER!" Her hands flew to Marcus's ass, pulling him deeper, urging him on.
Marcus groaned, a deep, animal sound of pure satisfaction. "Fuck yeah, that's it. Take my bare cock, slut." He drove into her with renewed ferocity, the wet slap of skin echoing louder now, unfiltered. The intimacy of it, the raw vulnerability, was devastating.
Evelyn came again almost instantly, a high-pitched wail tearing from her throat. Her body bucked wildly beneath him. "Cumming! Daddy, I'm cumming again! Oh god!" Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his invading length. "More! Please! Make me cum again!"
Marcus fucked her through it, his rhythm becoming ragged, desperate. His balls tightened, slapping against her ass. "Gonna fill that dirty cunt," he grunted, his voice strained. "Gonna pump you full of my fucking cum."
"Yes!" Evelyn shrieked, her voice breaking. "Cum inside me! Fill my fucking pussy! Breed me, Daddy! Please! Give me your fucking load! I need it! CREAMPIE ME!" Her pleas were filthy, desperate, echoing off the walls. She arched violently, another orgasm crashing over her even as Marcus gave three final, brutal thrusts.
He slammed home, burying himself to the root inside her trembling body. A guttural roar tore from his throat as he came, his hips jerking erratically, pumping thick ropes of semen deep into her unprotected core. Evelyn gasped, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure, feeling the hot flood inside her. Her own climax peaked again, triggered by the pulsing heat filling her, a final, shuddering cry escaping her lips as Marcus collapsed heavily on top of her, his cock still twitching, still spurting the last of his cum deep within her. The room filled with the sounds of their harsh breathing, the smell of sex and sweat thick in the air. Thomas stood frozen in the doorway, his face ashen, staring at the entwined bodies on the bed, at the wetness already beginning to seep out around Marcus's softening cock onto the rumpled sheets beneath Evelyn.