“I used to trust nobody, trusting even less their words, until I found somebody, there was no one I preferred…”


Marie slowly awoke to the soft and even rhythm of Marco’s fingertips along her back. They left a chill along her spine and she groaned quietly, cuddling in closer to his warm body. He nuzzled his face into the base of her neck and smiled against her skin, planting small kisses along her shoulder. Only then did she squeak, stretching her arms out above her head.

The night had been hard on both of them, and not because of the party. After being banned from the frat house, they went back to Marie and Jess’ suite, curled up into bed and stayed up talking most the night. But when they finally did fall asleep, they did so on Marie’s twin size bed. It was barely comfortable enough when Marie was the only one in it. And with a bulky hockey player beside her, it was even harder to get comfortable. Mostly, the night was spent twisting and turning, trying to settle in while also trying to not fall off the bed.

She opened her eyes, squinting at first as Jess had left the curtains open when she left for class, and now the morning sun was piercing through the window. When she gained the ability to look at Marco, he was already staring at her, watching her expression change with her thoughts.

“I have to leave tonight,” he murmured, not giving her the chance to respond. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her slowly, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“I know,” she groaned against his lips, twisting her fingers in his hair.

He paused for a moment, pulling back to look down at her, wondering how to continue. Eventually, he moved his hands from her back to her cheeks, “if I ask you not to see any other guys, is that something you’d agree to?”

“What does that mean exactly?”

Marco licked his lips quickly and sucked in a deep breath, “it means the next time I have sex with you, I don’t want to just be doing it with Marie Thatcher, BU student. I want to be doing it with Marie Thatcher, my girlfriend.”

“I thought you don’t get with teenagers,” she smirked and pressed her chest into his, lifting her leg up to wrap it around his waist.

“I think it’s a little late for that, no?” He leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering there as they slowly breathed in and out together.

“What about the distance though?” Even if he could ignore the fact that they’d be hundreds of miles away from each other, Marie couldn’t. Her parents couldn’t make a marriage work out when they were only an hour’s drive away. How would they be able to sustain a relationship nearly an entire day’s drive away.

“If we want to be together, we don’t really have a choice.” Marco pulled away again to looked at her, brushing her hair away from her face, “I mean, I just can’t leave St. Paul whenever I want once the season starts.”

“I know,” she began. She pushed on his shoulder until he rolled over onto his back, giving her the chance to climb up and straddle his body. “But what type of relationship is it if we don’t even get to see each other?”

Marco set his hands on Marie’s hips as she sat up on his waist. He tucked his fingers beneath her loose shirt and held onto her tightly. “One that requires a good amount of trust,”

She pouted and groaned, leaning back down to lay her head on his chest. By the way he let out a breathy chuckle, she could tell that he understood her apprehension about the long distance. And he would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t feel it too. There were always variables in every relationship though, and theirs would be no different.

He brought his lips to her temple and kissed it softly, tracing down to her ear, “I can’t promise you everything. But I can promise that I’ll do everything until I can.”

Marie turned her head and pressed her chin against the center of his chest, looking up at him, taking in his words. Without any further explanation, she felt like she could believe him; that his words weren’t just words, but had merit to them.

She moaned quietly and sat up on his waist, looking down as she pressed her hands into his chest for support. Marco smiled and tucked his hands beneath his head, watching as she ground her hips into his. Marie could already feel him getting excited, and with this being the last time they saw each other until the holidays, she wanted to make it count. She smirked at him and lifted her hips off of him, leaning forward on her hands.

“You little tease,” he complained playfully, reaching up with one of his hands and cupped her breast gently, bouncing it in the palm of his hand.

Marie reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head, exposing her bare chest. When she returned her gaze to Marco, he was staring at her breasts, intrigued, “you haven’t seen nothing yet.” She leaned over, dangling her breasts in his face, yet just out of reach of his mouth.

He moaned wrapped his arms around her back, forcing her closer to him until he could wrap his lips around her nipple and suck on it softly. He grinned as it went hard in his mouth, and Marie pressed her lips against the top of his head, tugging at the ends of his hair desperately. When he finally pulled back, he hastily fumbled with his boxers, pushing them down just enough to take his member out. It fell back against his lower abdomen, and Marie positioned herself on top of it, sliding her pussy lips along the underside of his shaft to get herself ready. Quickly, Marco pushed his thumb into his mouth and then set his hand on the front of her waist, circling the pad of his finger over her clit. She immediately flinched under the new pressure, and Marco smirked at her reaction.

He could already feel that she was ready for him, and he adjusted the duvet so it fell over her shoulders, hiding their bodies from the rest of the room, despite being alone. As he dragged the head of his dick along her slit, she tugged her thong to the side, getting it out of the way just enough so that Marco could push himself into her. She cried out at first, squeezing her eyes shut, sure that she was never going to adjust to his size. He grabbed onto either side of her neck and set his forehead against hers, watching her expression as she tried to fight through the pain.

Marco lifted his hips off the bed in order to bury himself deeper inside her. She chewed on her lip and finally opened her eyes back up, staring down at Marco as he released his grip on her neck and quickly placed his hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. Her jaw dropped open as he bottomed out, holding still as her muscles clenched around his shaft.

“That’s a good girl,” he mumbled as she let out a soft moan. He lifted her up, just a few inches and then let her sit back on him. Even he couldn’t help but groan at her tightness and as she dug her fingernails into his chest, he set his hand on top of hers, trying to calm her down some.

He repeated the motion, getting progressively faster each time until he was ramming into her as fast as he could at this angle. Marie bowed her head against his shoulder and bit into it, screaming out as her body went stiff. Fearing he was hurting her too much, Marco began to slow down.

“Please… please,” Marie whined as her heart raced, “don’t stop.” She pulled her head up and looked down at him. And when he obeyed her and began drilling into her again, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes drifted shut as her mouth fell open. “Oh my god,” she panted out all in one breath.

Marco grunted beneath her as he exerted all his energy in trying to get her to come, and they both snapped their heads towards the door as they heard a knock coming from the other side. He stopped moving, and Marie lay still on top of him, both trying to collect their breath as the door flew open and Eleanor pranced in from the other part of the suite.

“Oh hi! I didn’t know there was company,” Eleanor smiled, walking up closer to the bed. She must’ve been oblivious to what was just previously happening. And although Marie shot her a dirty glance, Eleanor held her hand out to Marco, “we met yesterday. I see you found Marie,”

Marco hesitantly shook her hand, trying not to make it obvious that he was feeling insane amounts of pleasure each time his shaft throbbed inside Marie. “Yeah…” he choked out, clearing his throat, “I did.”

“Elle,” Marie mumbled as Marco squeezed her ass. From beneath the duvet, she doubted that Eleanor could see what he was doing, but it was a clear sign that he wanted her to do anything she could to get Eleanor to leave. With the way she felt him throbbing inside her, and the way she teased him by squeezing her muscles to make the fit even tighter, he was probably fighting every urge to explode right then and there. “Can you give us a half hour, please?”

Eleanor nodded obliviously and skipped out of the room. Marie looked back at Marco, who was biting his tongue and fidgeting beneath her. After pressing her hands into his chest again, she lifted herself up and rocked against him, using her own power. When she sat back down on his shaft and swayed against him until he was balls deep, Marco clutched onto her waist.

“Hold on… wait…” he shut his eyes and took a deep breath in. Instead of listening to him, Marie smirked and bounced on top of him. “No, stop, I’m gonna come.”

“I’m on birth control,” she whispered and bent down to him, sucking on his earlobe, “come on big boy. Come inside me,”

“No, c’mon Marie,” he protested again, urging her off of him. She finally relented and crawled between his legs, taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked her cheeks in, creating a tight seal around his member, and massaged her lips against him. When she pulled it out of her mouth with a pop, Marco took his shaft in his hand and began pumping away, letting out guttural groans, “stick out your tongue.”

Marie batted her eyelashes up at him and stuck her tongue out, teasing his head with the tip of her tongue. They made eye contact as Marco shot his load. As he grunted, Marie giggled and squeezed her eyes shut. And to signify he had finished, he tapped the head of his cock against her tongue, giving her the chance to lick him clean. He watched as she sucked him eagerly, wanting every last drop of him in her mouth and when she pulled away, she giggled and wiped the corners of her mouth.

“C’mere, get your pussy up here,” he cooed, licking his lips hungrily.

Marie shook her head subtly and crawled back up on top of him, kissing his lips lustfully. “That was for you, so you don’t go off and get another girl in my absence.” She nipped at his lower lip, tugging back with it in between her teeth.

“Well let me do something for you so you won’t get with another guy,” he smiled against her lips and cupped one hand over her ass while he braced the back of her neck with the other.

She shook her head again, “you’re just gonna have to trust me. Can you do that?”

Marco took a deep breath in and looked at her. The longer he hesitated to give an answer, the more nervous Marie became. She sat up and scooted off his body, reaching off the side of the bed to gather her shirt. The more flustered she got, the harder it was for her to find the shirt she had thrown off in a hurry. And when she turned to search the other side of the bed, she saw Marco, now shirtless, holding his t-shirt out to her.

“I trust you, Marie. I don’t think you’re going to look for another guy,” he nudged his shirt towards her, waiting for her to take it.

She took it from his hands and slid it over her head, adjusting it so the fabric would fall evenly along her body. When she was satisfied, she opened up her arms and embraced Marco tightly. He turned his head towards her and smiled, kissing her temple softly.

Notes

"I Think I See The Light" by Cat Stevens.

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