MakeDamnSure

Anastasia woke up as the sun peeked through the blinds, it was early, they'd gotten in late, her and Mark. He was still wrapped around her, she leaned back into him and felt his breath on her neck, this felt right, it felt perfect. Let him sleep, she thought, they'd both had a long night. He tightened his arms around her a little and she nuzzled back into him, her ass pressed against him.

He wasn't asleep, he hadn't been able to. Part of him was on edge, what if Liam came back with his brothers? Part of him was thinking about Stasi, nestled in his arms, a few months prior this would have been the high point of his life and to this hopeless romantic it kind of was. The final part of him was Daemon who would shout mistake in an operatic voice whenever he considered giving in. His head hurt, he was exhausted, he groaned wishing sleep would take him.

"Can't sleep either?" asked Anastasia.

"Somehow no."

She rolled to reposition, she lay on her back, his arm still around her, his morning wood growing against her leg.

"Danger Will Robinson." said Daemon.

She was perfect, the way the light hit her hair, her smile, her piercing blue eyes drilling right into his soul.

This was her chance, he was here, her Mark giving her that look, how had she misunderstood that look for all these years? He was going to say something, dissuade her. No. She leaned up and kissed him and she felt his resistance fade, he kissed her back softly. No one had better interrupt this time, she'd kill them.

Daemon groaned and apparently gave up meanwhile Marcus kissed her back, their kiss growing more frantic.

"Stasi," he finally managed as she kissed his neck, her fingers wrapped in his hair.

"I know you want this," she said pulling him on top of her, "I know you want me."

He did, he couldn't deny it, in his heart, in his soul, even the beast inside of him. He slid a hand up under her shirt and found one of her soft breasts and as she pressed her lips back to his he squeezed and half a dozen teenage dreams came true. She pulled her top off and threw it away. Anastasia was topless under him, his brain broke, her pale skin, her surprisingly large breasts her nipples that were so light he could barely make them out.

"How long have you been dreaming about this?" she asked with a smile.

If he had any restraint left in him it evaporated at this sight, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked.

"There you go," she gasped, "I'm all yours, your Stasi."

He could have stayed lost in her tits all morning but if she was his he wasn't holding back. He slid a hand down into her pants, no panties, had she planned this? He didn't care he found her pussy and she gasped and then grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hard, her tongue desperately forcing itself into her mouth.

Mark was touching her, really touching her. Get his shirt off, she thought but she couldn't, she couldn't stop kissing him or he might try to stop this, she couldn't focus, his touch was too good, too needed. Then as if he read her thoughts he sat up, pulled his shirt off and went back to work, his kiss hungry, his body sculpted.

"Mark," she whined through a kiss, "Mark you're going to," he mouth hung open, her eyes shut, his fingers working her right where they needed to be.

Her back arched, she threw her head back and moaned loudly, he had really just made her orgasm, better than she had with Jake or Liam.

"More," she said as he took his hand out of her pants, she tugged at his boxers.

He wasn't fighting it anymore, this was it, if the curse killed him tomorrow he'd die with a smile on his face. He helped her tug his boxers off and her eyes went wide as she looked at him.

Where had he been hiding that her mind wondered, he grabbed her pants and tugged them down, he wanted this. He was pressed against her.

"Stasi," he started but she kissed him and brought her hips up pressing herself against him.

He entered her slowly, he wanted this to be perfect, not Jake, she could take as long as she needed. It turned out she didn't need long because she grabbed his waist pulling him into her.

Her mind was shattered, he was so big and yet it didn't hurt, it felt amazing, him inside of her, stretching her out.

"Mark," she gasped as he started to thrust.

This was sex, this was what it was supposed to feel like, because she wanted him because she loved him. There it was, she finally admitted it to herself. He was taking it slow, each thrust sending chills through her. She was his, finally, his lips were on her neck, one of his hands on her tit as he slowly worked himself into her. He was bringing her to orgasm, he knew just where to touch her, just where to kiss. She moaned and writhed and he fucked her straight through her orgasm.

He finally slowed and kissed her, he wasn't done, she wanted everything he had to give her.

"You ready for the whole thing?" he asked grabbing her waist.

"That wasn't the whole thing!?"

She looked down in disbelief and no, he was only about halfway.

"Stretch me," she pleaded.

He slid all the way in and she gasped squeezing his arms. This was heaven, he was buried in her, stretching her, she felt every inch of his cock.

"You like that Mark? You're finally buried inside me."

"I fucking love it Stasi."

"Then stop holding back," she pleaded wiggling her hips, "I made you wait."

"That's what you want?"

"Mhm," she nodded biting her lip, "because I know you want it, use me, ruin me."

If that's what she wanted it was absolutely what he'd wanted.

"And you can finish wherever you want," she said working herself on his cock, "but I bet you want it inside me, you want to mark me."

He kissed her so aggressively it scared her but only for a second because then he moved and she felt what it was like to take his whole cock. This was him stretching her and he was only going faster. He held her waist tight, lifted her ass off the bed and hammered her. She screamed, she clung to the bed for some semblance of balance and her mind went blank, Mark's cock, that's all that mattered.

Her next orgasm was violent, she shook and squealed and clenched so hard he fell out of her. She laid back on the bed tears streaming from her eyes as he leaned in and kissed her.

"You ok?"

She nodded yes, words weren't happening. He slid back in and she whined as he filled her then she wrapped her legs around him, she wasn't going to stop him again. Marcus groaned as he fucked her, he was close but he didn't want this to end, this was the dream, this was perfect and after who knew what could happen.

"Fill my pussy," she whimpered in his ear.

The curse took over, he couldn't hold back so he buried himself in her with each thrust and then collapsed onto her. She kissed him as he finished, she'd never gotten a creampie before but she knew she was full. She held him to her as they both gasped for air.

It had happened they both thought.

It was better than she could have hoped, he was amazing but her dirty talk seemed to have hit all the right spots.

It was everything he dreamed of throughout High School made better by the fact that he knew what he was doing. But now the dread set in, had he gotten her pregnant? He rolled onto his back and cum started to leak from her pussy.

"Looks like you really enjoyed that," said Anastasia cuddling up to him resting her head on his chest.

"Stasi you have no idea."

"Oh I think I do," she said with a smile, "I cried you had me cum so hard."

There was silence, the calm before what he knew was going to be a difficult conversation that he couldn't be completely honest for.

"I'm sorry about Josie," said Anastasia.

"What do you mean?" asked Marcus, "last night with the frat, that was all me."

"No I mean," said Anastasia, "since we're you know, I'm sure Yasmin and Celia won't have trouble finding other guys."

"Wait, you expect me to just stop everything with everyone?"

"Well I mean, you're with me." she said.

"Stasi," he said sitting up, "I am so happy that this happened but, that's not what I want."

Was he kidding? Was he fucking kidding?

"What do you mean you don't want me?" she asked incredulously.

"Stasi it's complicated, I do want you but I'm not ready to jump into a relationship with you."

She screamed and clamored off the bed throwing his clothes at him, "get the fuck out."

He barely got his pants on before she shoved him out into the hallway and slammed the door. Yeah, that went about as bad as it could have.

"You proud of yourself?" asked Daemon.

Not now, he thought walking towards the stairwell.

"Someone told you that was going to be a mistake, someone with a deep voice, knows your thoughts."

I just want to shower and sleep.

"Oh you think you've got time for all of that?"

What are you talking about?

"You forget a certain publishing rep is coming to town to get some quality time."

Fuck.

***

Anastasia sat on the floor against the door crying, it was her, she must be the problem because she literally only liked assholes. The only person she'd think to talk to about this was Mark and obviously that was out of the question. What did these other girls have that she didn't, or did he just like being a slut? The door handle jangled, please be Katie. She got up and barely managed to pull a robe on before Katie came in.

"Someone had a good night," said Katie surveying the wreckage of Anastasia's bed.

"No I didn't," she said.

"I meant me," said Katie falling back onto her bed grinning from ear to ear.

Anastasia fell face first onto her bed, the wet spot only serving of a reminder of what had just happened. She sobbed not bothering to hold it back.

"Girl what happened?" asked Katie, "I figured after last night you would have been all over Mark."

"I was," she said rolling onto her back, "we were, when we stayed behind we started but then that Tabitha girl showed up to say the brothers were looking for him so that's when we met you all at the bar."

"Ok," said Katie, "but I'm guessing he slept over here."

"He did, and this morning, we did, and it was amazing."

"You lost me," said Katie, "he doesn't seem like the kind of guy to fuck and dip."

"Well I started talking about us and what I wanted."

"Wait so you seduced him and then what, asked him to be exclusive with you?"

"Well I just figured..."

"Oh my god you're such a virgin," groaned Katie, "so you jumped on him knowing he probably fucked everyone at the bar last night and then dropped an ultimatum on him?"

"Well when you say it like that," she sighed, "should I call him and apologize?"

"I think you need to give him space," said Katie, "apologize in person, and maybe wear something low cut."

Anastasia chuckled, "I feel like you added that last part is for you."

"No it's super important."

***

Josie woke up a little after sunrise, it had been a fitful night's sleep, too much adrenaline, maybe a little too much beer. Lily came in a little while later still wearing the clothes from the night before. Josie was pissed, they'd ditched her, sure she'd handled it but what if Marcus hadn't shown up?.

"Have fun at the party last night?" asked Lily.

"Which part, when my friends immediately ditched me in a crowd of pissed off drunk frat guys, or the part where I was almost sexually assaulted?"

"What!?" said Lily, "oh my god Jos."

Lily tried to come to her bed but Josie got up and started grabbing her things.

"Jos, I didn't," stammered Lily.

"Whatever," grumbled Josie leaving and slamming the door behind her.

***

Yasmin sat at the cafe, clearly Marcus and the prude had worked through their holdups because that's what she had woken up to. She chugged her coffee and waited, Celia had probably had a good night, Marcus had a good morning and here she was. Being the one pining over a booty call was new for her.

"Do you not see me fucking standing here?" yelled a semi familiar voice.

Drama, thought Yasmin looking up to see Josie standing at the counter, something had her pissed off. She watched as Josie got her stuff and started fighting with the zipper on her bag, poor girl was liable to snap.

"Let me help," said Yasmin taking Josie's drink so she could focus.

Josie took a deep breath and zipped her bag, "thanks."

"Come, sit with me."

Josie sat down and took a sip of her coffee and then slammed it back down because she'd burned her tongue. She let out a frustrated groan.

"What's wrong mama?" asked Yasmin.

"I fought with my roommate," said Josie, "I hate conflict."

"Yeah but from what I heard about last night you handled yourself. But I get it, girlfriends come first you know?"

"Exactly," said Josie, "feels like the only real friend I have here is Marcus."

Josie sipped her coffee more delicately this time, "so what's got you up so early, you strike me as a sleeps in on the weekends kinda girl."

"My neighbor was getting railed."

Josie almost spit out her coffee laughing, "well that makes one of us."

Josie turned it over in her mind, "wait, isn't Anastasia your neighbor?"

"Yeah," said Yasmin, "little prude all grown up, her and Marcus were going at it like..."

She saw Josie's face sink, oops.

Josie turned it over in her mind. Yasmin, Celia, random black girl, they were all just women but Anastasia.

"Maybe it was just sex," said Yasmin trying to salvage the situation.

Josie glared at her, yeah that wasn't Yasmin's best work.

"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" asked Yasmin, "come shopping with me."

"Really?" asked Josie, her other options were, hang out in the library, hang out on the quad or talk to Lily, "what the hell, girl's day."

Yasmin hurriedly typed out a message to Marcus and to Celia.

"Just waiting to see if Celia wants to join."

"I didn't know she was...bisexual," whispered Josie.

"I don't think she did either," said Yasmin with a laugh.

"Hell yes," texted Celia, "moving slowly, that chick knows how to use a strap."

Yasmin chuckled and showed the message to Josie who turned bright red and laughed.

"You're fun chica," said Yasmin, "I see why Papi likes you."

"Liked me," said Josie.

"Ah!" yelled Yasmin snapping, "that man had Celia and I on our knees begging for it and he left to see you."

Josie smiled a little at that, Marcus had told her as much but hearing it from Yasmin, it just made it seem more real, and hotter. Yasmin filled Josie in on the clothing options in town, there were options albeit limited.

"Hey ladies," came a voice.

"Marcus?" said Josie flabbergasted to see him.

"Hey Jos," he said leaning in to give her a kiss, "hey Yas."

Yasmin shot him a wink, "I need to hit the little slut's room."

She walked off and Marcus pulled up a chair next to Josie. He was in a suit, he looked good.

"Going somewhere?"

"I have a meeting with my publishing rep," said Marcus, "I scouted her some new talent and I think she's got a royalty check for me."

"You're a published author!?"

"Did I not mention that?" he asked confused, "are you free any night this week?"

"For what?"

"For another date?" said Marcus raising an eyebrow.

"But I thought that you and Anastasia."

"We did."

"And if you're with her."

"I'm not."

Josie almost knocked them both over she flew into his arms so hard.

"So wait how was she, how was the black girl you're being super quiet about?"

"I've gotta run Josie," he said, "but I will definitely fill you in."

Yasmin came out of the bathroom as Marcus was leaving heading her direction.

"Thanks for the heads up Yas."

"Of course papi," she said as he kissed her cheek.

He pulled out his phone and venmoed Josie, Yasmin and Celia $250 each.

"Buy yourselves something nice."

"Papi getting money gets me so riled up."

He towered over her and grabbed her hips, "I've got to go make a living," he said, "but I will be by to see you, soon."

Celia walked in a moment later holding up her phone with the venmo app open, "are all three of us gonna suck his dick?"

"Later," he said with a wink, "Yas will fill you in."