“With them I feel like I’m wasting my time, when you make me feel like I’m losing my mind… When I need a wild time, little wild one, I’ll come back to you…”


With Marco out of town, Marie was forced to watch the games on TV, which wasn’t entirely bad but it wasn’t the same as having him there. He had been adamant about calling everyday to hear her voice and ask how she was doing. Overall, he was being fairly considerate to her feelings given that she’d never had to do this before. And everyday, he assured her that the end of the road trip was coming, and soon they’d be in each other’s arms again.

Today would be that day. He had gotten in early this morning, and retreated to his place for some much needed rest. With three days until his next game, they’d have some time to spend together. She expected to have the entire day with him, from morning until they could no longer keep their eyes open. But time dragged on and she didn’t hear a thing from him.

At last she heard from him around three that afternoon. After wasting a day, sitting by her phone, it finally buzzed and she read the short text message explaining that he had just woken up. Whatever the excuse, she was just happy to hear from him. And after making plans to meet up at a little café in Minneapolis, Marie rushed around her tiny studio trying to figure out what to wear. This had never been an issue for her before. Normally she didn’t have to do much to impress Marco, but after not seeing him for a week, she felt like this had to be special, even if it was just a small casual café in the heart of town.

A knit sweater, leggings, and a pair of booties later, Marie was rushing out her door and climbing into her car. Her GPS said the café was only ten minutes away, and so when she got there shortly, she hoped Marco would already be there. The thought of having to awkwardly stand there, waiting for him, was sickening. But thankfully as she pulled open the café door, she spotted Marco sitting at a table by the window. He was in the process of signing a napkin for a small boy, but as Marie approached, the boy scampered away and Marco’s face lit up.

He stood from his chair and held his arms out, squeezing her tightly against his body. Marie reciprocated the embrace and took a deep breath in as her nose was pressed against his chest. She missed this closeness and the way it felt to be touched by him. And when she looked up, he bent down and kissed her lips quickly, trying to draw as little attention to them as possible.

“Hey pretty mama,” he whispered in her ear, nipping at her earlobe coyly.

They sat down across from each other and Marie picked up a menu, flipping through the pages. After a moment, she looked up and stared at Marco. Having spent the last week alone, she just wanted to memorize his attributes all over again.

“Did you miss me?” She smiled waiting for him to return her glance.

Marco rolled his eyes sarcastically and pursed his lips as though he were contemplating an answer. “Of course I did. I couldn’t wait to get back so I could cuddle up with you,”

The waitress interrupted them momentarily to get their orders, and once she was gone, Marie picked the conversation back up. “You can’t even imagine how empty a bed feels when the six foot man you normally share it with isn’t there anymore. It’s quite lonely actually.” She paused and glanced back at him. By the way he stared at the menu, she wasn’t entirely sure that he was even listening. “The toys you bought me got some use…”

His eyes darted up and a sly smirk passed over his lips like a child who just found out about a dirty little secret. “Why didn’t you send me pictures? Or videos?”

“Are we already at that point? Can I trust that you’re not going to go postal and put them all over the internet?”

“Are you kidding me?” He smiled and folded the menu back up. “It would’ve given me something more than a memory to masturbate to.”

Marie’s cheeks went red instantly. She hadn’t ever fathomed sending someone explicit photos, but then again she’d never been with anyone like Marco. He was potentially the one person that could alter her world with one word or glance. And as frightening as that was, it was exciting as well.

“Don’t you share a room on the road?” It came out as a whisper as she was unsure if she really wanted to know the answer.

Marco nodded and shrugged, “if you don’t think every guy is thinking about his girlfriend or wife, and giving it a stroke, you’re crazy.” He chuckled as Marie hid her face in her hands. “What? You don’t like knowing you still turn me on even from hundreds of miles away?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it… I just didn’t know I did.” She lifted her head out of her hands and sucked in a deep breath, trying to get her cheeks to return to their normal color. She set her hand down on the table and brushed her fingertips against the back of his hand until he relented and intertwined their fingers. “Do you have to stay at your place tonight?”

He squeezed her hand gently, “no, I can stay with you. As long as you don’t light those candles.” He giggled to himself and pulled his hand back as the waitress returned with their food. When she left, Marco placed his napkin in his lap and picked up his fork. “Have any plans for the next few days?”

“Just school work. I have to take a test tomorrow,” Marie groaned and stabbed at a crouton, biting into it. That was probably the hardest part about their relationship; the fact that she was nineteen and Marco was twenty-four. Because while she was still going through the college years, he was already a few years deep into a successful career and on his way to making a name for himself.

She loved that she found someone already serious about his life and what he wanted to do with it. Most people her age found trouble in deciding what to eat for breakfast, let alone figuring out a career path. It was probably one of the most defining things that separated him from being a man instead of a boy.

As they continued to eat, they kept the small talk going, dancing around the subject of how badly they wanted each other. Being in public proved to be a good test because Marco wasn’t particularly fond of huge public displays of affection. Maybe a quick kiss and holding hands, but even that seemed to be pushing it. Mainly they talked about the road trip and Marco explained how the start of the season was becoming progressively more frustrating for him. He hadn’t capitalized on anything to start and as his ice time increased, he felt added pressure on doing well.

Marie knew there wasn’t anything she could say to him to make it better. She couldn’t say she understood, because she didn’t. And chances were, she never would. The pressure he felt to do well at the NHL level was unlike any pressure she’d ever feel. When they had finished their meal and Marco paid the bill, they walked out to their cars, and said a quick goodbye before heading to Marie’s apartment separately.

They both arrived at her front door almost simultaneously, and wasted no time disappearing inside, just to clutch onto each other. They kissed each other wildly, stumbling back into the kitchen until Marie was pinned up against the counter. She felt her body start to shake in anticipation, getting excited for everything she wanted him to do to her. Marco set his hands on the counter on either side of her and then slowly pulled away from her lips.

He lifted his hand and glanced down as he held up the long gold rod, “you keep your vibrator on the kitchen counter?” He grinned boyishly and flicked the switch at the bottom, grinning wider as it began to vibrate in his hand.

“Not usually, I just left it there…” she snatched the toy from his hand and turned it off, feeling a whole new level of embarrassment. Even though he had been the one to buy it for her, seeing him hold it in his hands seemed odd. If there was one thing Marco knew how to do, it was make her feel awkward.

He licked his lips, with the smile still on his face, before he leaned in and kissed Marie’s lips. “I wanna watch you use it…” he murmured and looked down at her. Although he had asked for this before, she had refused the first time, and now he hoped she’d reconsider. “I wanna watch you pleasure yourself,”

Marie took a deep breath in and gulped down her nerves, “only because I love you so much.” When she saw Marco’s excited expression, she set her hand on his chest, “but no pictures or videos or anything.”

Marco nodded and licked his lips, watching her carefully as she slid away from him and walked over to her bed, crawling up to rest against the plush headboard. He sat at the foot of the bed, silently watching as she lifted her hips and peeled her leggings away from her skin, and then did the same thing with her thong. She sucked in a deep breath and felt her breathing hitch as she got more nervous. It took a moment but she soon made the decision that despite being scared, she was going to act like she had never been more confident in anything. This was a man she loved and cared about, and he wanted to see a woman with soaring self-esteem in front of him, not some awkward and naïve little girl.

She looked him straight in the eyes, bringing the vibrator up to her mouth and slipped it past her lips, pushing the tip against the inside of her cheek. By the way he shifted on the bed, she already knew he liked what he was seeing. And when she pulled it out of her mouth, she flicked the switch at the bottom, glad that the toy’s vibrations masked the shaking of her hand. At an antagonizing slow speed, Marie planted her feet into the mattress and spread her legs apart, knowing her cheeks were turning pink as Marco’s eyes shifted from hers, down to her core.

She set the vibrator against her slit, slowly moving it upwards until the tip pressed against her clit. A long, low hum escaped her lips, and she looked down at herself to watch what Marco was seeing. After a moment, he unzipped his jeans, tucked his briefs low enough for him to pull out his length. Marie moaned quietly and circled the toy around her swollenness, looking up into Marco’s eyes as she slid it downwards and into her awaiting entrance. She cooed as her legs spread further apart, with her hand moving in slow wave-like motions, feeling the vibrations inside herself. The sounds of her arousal had Marco breathing heavily as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking himself to a complete hard on.

“Marco,” Marie let out the long moan for him. Her eyes were squeezed shut as her hand moved faster, pushing the vibrator’s length into her. After a good thrust, she pulled it out and circled it around her clit, legs flinching together every time she passed over the sensitive area. “Mmm yes… fuck…” she chuckled, completely aroused as she felt her muscles start to clench in on themselves, “I’m gonna come.”

Marco stroked himself faster, leaning up on his knees to be over her body. He held himself up on top of her, giving her enough space to finish, while also getting himself to the point where they could orgasm together. “Look at me when you come,”

Marie flicked her eyes open as her mouth twisted into a small grimace. With her free hand, she clutched onto Marco’s forearm and squeezed it as her entire body began to shake. She pulled the vibrator away from herself as she her hips bucked upward and her breathing got heavier. And midway through her orgasm, Marco clenched his teeth and groaned, shooting his load over her hips as she recovered.

“Oh my god,” she breathed out, turning off the vibrator and set it on the bed beside them.

Marco smirked and pushed his hips forward, dragging the head of his cock against her lips until she opened her mouth and sucked him clean. When he pulled out of her mouth, strands of his come stuck to her mouth and Marie giggled, knowing she was a complete mess. He let out a long sigh and reached down for her ankles, holding them both in one hand and then lifted her legs up. The traces of her orgasm dripped out of her, and Marco bent down to lick her mostly clean, flicking his tongue against her clit for good measure.

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Marie padded into the bathroom, naked from the night before, and circled her arms around Marco’s waist as he stood in front of the mirror grooming up his facial hair with a towel hung
sloppily around his hips. She pressed her breasts against his back and kissed along his spine, while her fingers curled along his skin.

“God I love you so much,” she mumbled against his skin, moving slower as Marco shaved along his jaw line so that she wouldn’t startle him and cause him to nick himself.

He titled his head back and stretched out his neck, “I love you too.” Once he was done, he inspected his work and then patted his face dry. Marie had left his side to turn on the shower, waiting for the water to get warm. And just as she was about to step in, they heard a loud knock at the door. Marie groaned and went to shut off the water, but Marco stopped her. “I got it,” he smiled and leaned in, pecking her lips quickly.

Marco waited until she was in the shower before he exited the bathroom and halfway shut the door behind him. He pulled open the front door, looking down at an older woman standing with her hands clasped in front of her. Marco instinctively reached for his waist and secured the towel tighter around him.

“I’m sorry,” the woman held her hands up, seeing she found him in a precarious position. “I must have the wrong apartment. Do you know which apartment Marie Thatcher is in?”

“No, you’ve got the right apartment,” Marco leaned against the doorjamb. “May I ask…”

“I’m her mother,” the woman interrupted.

Marco felt the air leave his lungs and he choked out a cough. “Would you come in Ms. Thatcher… Marie’s just in the shower.”

She walked in, “it’s Ms. Rosen.”

Marco squeezed his eyes shut and closed the front door, walking past Marie’s mom to get to the bed and pick up his briefs and jeans. “Sorry… I’ll tell Marie you’re here.” He slipped into the bathroom hastily, and shut the door behind him, bending over to pull on his underwear. “Darling, your mother showed up,”

Marie froze, letting the water beat down on her as she soaked in what Marco had just said. “She’s what? Like in the kitchen slash living room slash bedroom?” After Marco nodded, Marie turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a white towel around herself. “Marco,” she felt her heart drop into her stomach and she set her hand against the wall to brace herself. “The handcuffs and dildo are on the couch…”

In the process of pulling his jeans up his legs, Marco stopped, “I’m in so much shit… I’ve never had one conversation with your mom and now she’d gonna know that I fuck you and buy you sex toys.” He finished pulling up his pants and secured them, “is it obvious and awkward if I just run out?”

“You have to stay! My mom’s not as scary as my dad; you’ll be fine.” Marie pulled open the bathroom door and stepped out with Marco right behind her. He was still shirtless, and when Marie approached her mom and hugged her sheepishly, Marco searched the bed for his t-shirt. “I didn’t know you were visiting, mom.”

“Well you left so suddenly, we never really got the chance to talk about the move.” She turned and picked the handcuffs up from the couch, glanced at Marie and then sat down. “Would you like to move the dildo, or should I?”

From the corner of her eye, Marie could see that Marco nearly died of embarrassment. His cheeks were just as red as Marie’s had been the night before. Quickly, she picked up the toy and tossed it back to the bed, where Marco had gotten out of its path just in time. After that, she ran to her closet and slid a pair of boxer briefs that Marco had left one night, along with a tank top, before returning to sit on the couch with Marco by her side.

“Mom this is my boyfriend, Marco Scandella.” She couldn’t look at her mom’s disapproving glance, so she looked up at Marco, setting her hand on top of his leg, “you met my mom, Carol.”

Marco set his arm on top of the couch back, around Marie’s shoulders. “Ms. Rosen, I know we met under less than desirable circumstances…”

“I’d say,” she spat, looking at him unwaveringly.

He nodded and chewed his lower lip quickly. “I just want to tell you that I really do care about your daughter…”

“Enough to buy her sex toys… let me take a guess as to why you care about my daughter.” Instead of answering, Marco sat paralyzed so Carol continued, “how old are you Mr. Scandella?”

“Twenty-four…”

“So you like my daughter because she’s nineteen, sleeps with you, and will let you do anything you want,”
“Mom,” Marie interrupted, but Marco stopped her, squeezing her shoulder.

“No Ms. Rosen. I like your daughter because she dreams of having a café and the only thing stopping her are fears that have been instilled in her. I like her because just seeing her makes my day better. And I like her because I can have more intelligent conversations with your nineteen year old than I can have with people my age. Do I like the sex, yeah I’m not gonna lie to you. But the things I really like about your daughter go far deeper than the physical things she gives me.” Marco stood up and stroked Marie’s hair as he looked down at her, “you alright here?”

Marie glanced at her mom and then looked back up at Marco, and nodded. She reached up for him, and smiled when he bent down and allowed her to cup her hands around his neck.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” He pressed his lips to her forehead as she nodded. “Love ya, pretty mama.”

“Love ya too,” she whispered and pecked his lips.

Marco nodded his head once to Carol and exited the apartment. Marie looked back at her mom and set her head in her hand. She didn’t really know what to say. Somewhere deep down, Carol must’ve known she wasn’t a virgin, but for it to be aired out like dirty laundry was something else entirely. And as her mom stared at her, Marie knew this was going to be one of the worst conversations of her life.

Notes

"Little Wild One" by The Wonders from That Thing You Do!

There's a lot more drama coming in the next chapters, I promise :)