You don't quite make it to the Bathroom...

The next thing you know, you're standing outside Mark's room, bare feet sinking into the plush hallway carpet, damp pigtails clinging to your neck. You don’t remember walking here. But you knew why you were here. You couldn't get what you wanted from Jo... and your body instinctively led you here.

Your knuckles hover for a trembling moment before rapping softly against Mark’s door,three hesitant taps that sound deafening in the silent hallway. The wood is cold under your fingertips. You swallow hard, your pulse fluttering in your throat as footsteps approach. The door swings open, and Mark’s smirk is immediate, his gaze raking down your naked body with predatory amusement.

“Well, well,” he murmurs, leaning against the doorframe. His bare chest glows in the dim lamplight, sweatpants slung low on his hips. “Look what the blizzard blew in.”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out.

His laugh is low and knowing, the sound curling around you like smoke. “Couldn’t wait, could you?” His fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down just enough to tease the dark trail of hair leading lower. “Jo wore you out but didn’t finish the job. ”

You whimper, knees pressing together as another slow trickle of arousal slicks your thighs. The cold air nips at your bare skin, but the heat between your legs is unbearable. Mark’s grin widens.

Your breath hitches as doubt flickers through you,this is too much, too fast, but Mark’s fingers clamp around your wrist before you can retreat. “Kate’s out, somewhere” he growls, yanking you forward. The door slams shut behind you, trapping you in the musky heat of his room.

The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in the dim warmth of Mark’s room. His grip on your wrist tightens, dragging you forward until your bare chest presses against him. The scent of sweat and musk fills your nose, and your breath hitches as his free hand tangles in your damp pigtails, yanking your head back.

“Look at you,” he sneers, voice dripping with amusement. “Jo’s little plaything, still whimpering for more.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, smearing the wetness there. “Pathetic."

Mark’s grip tightens in your hair, forcing your gaze up to meet his. His smirk sharpens as he leans down, breath hot against your ear.

"You really think Jo knows how to fuck you?" His voice is a low, mocking purr. "That limp-dick, your limp dick, couldn’t even keep Kate satisfied, why do you think she crawled to me the second your back was turned?"

Your stomach twists, humiliation and arousal tangling in your gut. He knows. He knows how your old body failed her, how you’d catch her biting her lip when he’d walk by, how she’d flinch when you touched her after.

His fingers trail down your throat, calloused and rough, stopping just above your pounding pulse. "Look at you," he murmurs, voice thick with cruel amusement. "Dripping already and I haven't even touched you yet."

A whimper escapes your lips as his other hand slides between your thighs, fingertips skating through slick heat. He laughs,a dark, satisfied sound, and holds his glistening fingers up to the dim lamplight. "Jesus. Jo really did leave you ****, didn't he?"

Mark’s grip shifts suddenly, one hand in your hair while the other cups the back of your thigh, hoisting you up against him effortlessly. Your breath stutters as your bare skin meets the scorching heat of his chest, your nipples pebbling against him.

"You came to the right place," he growls against your lips before crashing his mouth onto yours.

The kiss isn’t gentle, it’s punishing. His tongue licks into you, hot and demanding, tasting the whimper that tears from your throat. You squirm in his hold, but his fingers dig harder into your flesh, holding you exactly where he wants you.

Mark’s kiss breaks with a wet sound, leaving your lips swollen and throbbing. Your thoughts swirl, Kate, Jo, what are you doing? ,but his hands are already moving, shoving you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed.

"Hold still," he orders, voice rough, and your fingers twitch at your sides as he reaches into his sweats. The fabric dips, and then his cock springs free, thick and already glistening at the tip, not as big as your was, you knew that already, but still, from this angle, big enough. Your breath catches.

Your mind darted between 2 things. Jo, and how you shouldn't be here, betraying her like this, in her body. And the hard cock in front of you, that our body ached for. It wasn't too late to leave... was it?