can you keep it down?
pairing: neighbor!mark x (f) reader
genre/warnings: smut, dilf!mark, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, thigh slapping, forced submission, implications of brat taming (in progress), praise, degradation but itâs more like banter, unprotected sex (dont b silly wrap ur willy)
summary: The apartment next door to yours has been vacant for months. No one had gone in or out, not until your new next door neighbor moved in two weeks ago. Mark, a slightly older guy who prides himself on his patience and willpower with a penchant for control. But when you make it clear youâre resolved to wither away the things he values most, Mark decides heâs down for the challenge, determined to put a leash on your unrestrained behavior - and most importantly, finally shut you the hell up.
word count: 10.4k
a/n: 4/4 of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!
The first time you met Mark, it was right outside your door.Â
It was late at night - debatably early in the morning - and you had been in the middle of bringing yourself to the third consecutive orgasm in a row when loud knocking interrupted you. Part of you was tempted to ignore whoever was determined to beat down your door, but it was ceaseless and frankly, you were growing annoyed.Â
Swiftly you slipped on the closest pair of shorts and marched to the front door in large strides, swinging it open once you finally arrived. Then, your eyes met Markâs.Â
He was a mere stranger to you then. But what you saw made you want to know him. What you saw made you nearly forget that you were on the brink of orgasm only moments ago. A pair of beautiful brown eyes stared back at you.Â
âHey,â he greeted, voice gruff. âSorry to bother you, but can you keep it down? I live right next door and with all the noise I canât sleep.â
For a moment you only blinked, processing his words slowly. You werenât aware that you were being that loud. But then again, you were in no state to properly register your actions - you were delirious with pleasure and had blocked everything else past your senses.Â
When you finally processed his statement, your cheeks burned, slightly embarrassed. âFuck. Iâm so, so sorry, I had no idea. Iâll try to be quieter from now on.â
He gave you a courteous nod and replied, âNo worries. Have a good night.â
âYou, too.â
And that was it. When you shimmied back out of your shorts, you didnât even feel energetic anymore, only overcome by exhaustion and the burdensome fact that you had work in the morning. You groaned and flopped against your bedsheets, letting sleep swallow you whole.Â
But the image of your new neighbor was reoccurring. There was something familiar about him, like you had seen him once before. And there were things you noticed right off the bat about him. For one, he was an older guy. Not old, but evidently beyond your years. And if the shorts he wore was any indicator, he was likely a father.Â
That made the chain of thoughts about him increase, and you didnât even know his first name. There was instant intrigue and desire to get to know your new, next-door neighbor.Â
Though visions died quick, and dreams were killed even quicker. When you saw Mark swallowing some girlâs face only moments before she left his apartment on your way to work some days later, you rationalized yourself and decided to take it steady. It was certain that you were sure of what you wanted, but you respected his relationship. You were a great deal of things - delusional and a homewrecker werenât on the list.Â
The second time, it was when you least expected it - at a local cafe.Â
Mark sat across from you, coffee cup in hand. Awareness of someoneâs sudden presence made you shudder, and it slightly soothed you when you realized it was your hot neighbor. Your heart was still beating fast.Â
You played it cool. âAre you stalking me, neighbor?âÂ
Amused, your neighbor let out a chuckle that was like music to your ears. âMy name is Mark,â he introduced himself, smiling blithely. âAnd donât flatter yourself, neighbor. I saw you here coincidentally and sat here because I had one good question for you.âÂ
With an eyebrow arched, you casted Mark an identical smile. It amused you that he spoke to you as if you had been long friends, though you didnât mind. You had been intrigued by Mark the moment you first laid eyes on him, and had been incapable of taking them off him since.Â
âMark,â you said, tasting his name on your tongue. You played along and bobbed your head after a few moments, deciding you liked his name and gave him yours. âWhat do you have to ask me, Mark?âÂ
Mark leaned over the table, voice an octave above a whisper as he asked, âWhoâs fucking you so good that you canât be quiet?â
He leaned back out and eyed you smugly when you blinked in surprise. His bluntness had caught you off-guard and he was proud of it, but you refused to not quickly recover.
Feigning indifference, you replied, âNo one. Most of the time itâs just me and my toys. I have a hectic work schedule so itâs rare for me to find time to mess with people.âÂ
Much to your misfortune, it was true. Working a busy office job meant that you had little time for even short-lived flings or one-night stands, much less the commitment of a serious relationship. It was difficult to recall the last time that you had gotten laid. With work taking such a humongous toll on you, your only way of relieving all of your pent-up frustrations was with sex toys.Â
That response was a clear shock to Mark, and in return you took pride in it. He was expecting you to be taken, but now that you had essentially implied that you werenât dating anyone, he felt free to make a move on you. It was an indirect way of asking you if you were single. He also didnât expect the same girl that flushed red when he confronted you about your noisiness to meet his boldness, but it was a welcome surprise. Mark could tell only fun things would come out of knowing you and becoming your neighbor.Â
Mark took a long sip from his cup, then asked, âWhat do you do for a living?â
âI work a variable job as an executive assistant that spends an ungodly amount of time behind a computer screen doing everyone elseâs job for them,â you smiled tiredly.Â
He threw you a playful grimace and glanced at his watch for a split-second, but you had his undivided attention again in no time. âDamn, no wonder. You must like things rough.â
That took you by surprise, but you didnât dare show it. âYou have no idea,â you grumbled, playing it safe. âWhat about you?â
Mark grinned with pride. âIâm an editor for a publishing company.â
âMust be fun.â
âI canât complain. Itâs a stress sometimes, but it pays the bills.â
You chuckled. âAmen to that.âÂ
It felt forbidden to be interested in your potentially taken neighbor that you only met a couple of days ago, yet here you were talking to him about your sex and work life. To make matters worse - and if that comment about you liking things rough was any indicator - you might have somehow also piqued his interests.Â
Maybe you were just reading too much into his words. After all, you were his noisy neighbor that kept him up at night. He was probably just curious as to why you seemingly made enemies with silence.Â
Mark glanced at his watch again then rose from his seat, and you figured he had places to be. âIâd better get going. I have to pick up my son.â
âYour son?â you questioned, furrowing your brows. The confusion was fake, of course. You had a hunch that he was a father, but you had never seen or heard the child to confirm your suspicions.Â
âYes, my son,â Mark gave you a hard stare that you couldnât make out. âItâs Friday and he stays with me this weekend so please, if not for my sake then for his, keep it down.âÂ
You gave Mark a nod. He bid you farewell and made a break for the door, the chime of the bells letting you know that he was gone. He had wanted to stay for a bit, play for a little longer, but decided it was a good thing he didnât get much of a chance to make a move. For now, Mark was intent on observing you. He wanted to figure you out a bit more before he went to first base.Â
But damn was he interested. There was something about you a couple of moments ago that he was attracted to, how you seemed equally bold as he was. A stark contrast from the first time he met you, but he figured that he had simply caught you at a bad time.Â
That was the thing, though - Mark didnât know you. He needed more time before he could be sure you were worth it.
For at least the weekend, you obliged Markâs wishes. As aforementioned, you were a great deal of things, but you werenât petty for the wrong reasons. Or outright odd. It wasnât like you were loud for the sake of it, you truly just never realized what you were capable of.Â
Over the course of those days, you continued to think about Mark. He had cut deep in your imagination and now there was a permanent scar that refused to heal. It was silly, being so hung over a guy you hardly knew and couldnât have, but you couldnât help it.Â
Mark was giving you a headache. You werenât one to be indecisive over what you wanted, but that wasnât the case here. From the moment he showed up at your doorstep, you knew that you had to have him. The problem was that you wanted to outline boundaries. There were places you were able to step and then there were places you werenât. The last thing you wanted was to scare him away because of your urges.Â
The third time you saw Mark was the following weekend, bumping into him in the halls. You were going to apologize, but then his face fell into your vision. And thus, you noticed something completely new about it.Â
âYou have a stubble,â you commented, nearly gawking.Â
Mark bobbed his head, grinning. He found it interesting how you gazed up at him as if youâd never seen a man with a stubble before. âYeah. Thatâs what happens when you donât shave. Shocking, I know.âÂ
âI kind of like it.â
He snickered. âOnly kinda?â
More than kind of - and while you werenât afraid to admit it, you ignored his question. The stubble was the completion to Markâs physical attractiveness that you hadnât even known you would be into. He was already hot as hell, though now he was somehow even hotter.Â
He shot you a smug smile, unable to miss the way that you leered at him. You found him attractive. It was no secret and Mark wasnât sure if you intended for it to be or not, though the way that you were unabashedly fucking him with your eyes gave him a huge hint. After last weekendâs encounter, you didnât strike him as the type to shy away very easily. Confident.Â
So was he.Â
âYouâre just standing here watching me like you want to eat me. Do you like it that much?âÂ
There were a couple of routes you could take with that question. Either you could be honest and tell him how you felt, or you could beat around the bush. You chose the former.Â
âSight for sore eyes,â you replied, finally meeting his eyes. He held eye contact with you as well as the expectation that you would break, but you proved him wrong. You kept looking him in his eyes as you said, âI love it. I think it suits the fuck out of you.â
Mark raised a brow, intrigued by your response. âMm,â he hummed. He moved a step closer to you and asked, âWhat else do you like?âÂ
Your breath began to speed up and so did your pulse when you picked up on how close your bodies were. You were hyper aware of the proximity and it was slowly killing you, setting off visceral reactions in your body. Another inch and his lips would be brushing yours. It felt like a test on your behalf - to see how you would react and if you would chicken out - and you utterly refused to back down from the challenge.Â
Deflecting, you tore your eyes from his lips and asked back, âInitiating a conversation with me in the middle of the hallway?âÂ
He cocked his head to the side. âDo you wanna come in, then?â
âI donât think your girlfriend would like that very much,â you faked a pout, the most subtle sullen undertone hiding in your sentence.Â
Mark resisted a grin. It was probable you were indirectly determining whether or not he was single. But the tiniest hint of sadness in your voice suggested that you might have genuinely been under the impression he was in a relationship.Â
âWhat girlfriend?â He threw you an utterly confused look. âI havenât been in a relationship since the birth of Christ.âÂ
You stared at him with genuine surprise. âI saw you sucking some girlâs face like last week.âÂ
âAnd have you seen her around here again since?â Mark scoffed, amused.Â
What he was implying began to sink in gradually and you realized that you had made an awfully large assumption the other day. Though in your defense, people making out with their hookups like that was completely unheard of to you. It looked too passionate, especially for the morning after. When you had nothing to quip, Mark made a face at you that made you want to sink into the ground, and added, âSheâs not my girlfriend - she was a fling. We had sex the previous night but Iâm sure you werenât able to tell because unlike someone, I know how to be quiet.â
Was. That meant not any more.Â
Affronted, and refusing to take that, you took a step back and shot, âMaybe your dick game is just weak if sheâs that quiet.â
âYou wanna find out?â Mark cocked his head to the side with an exasperating smile, taking a step forward for every step you took backwards until your back hit a wall. It was obvious that you were trying to get a rise out of him and he wouldnât take the bait. âDonât knock it until you try it.â
Markâs hands were on either side of you and his gaze rooted you in place. Neither of you seemed to give a damn that you were in public and in the view of a security camera. You kept staring at one another, pupils dilated with obvious want. Now that you were aware that Mark was single you deemed it perfectly safe to cave in to your desires, but you werenât sure if you wanted to - yet. It was funny how whenever you finally got what you wanted, it was never enough.Â
You smiled softly, matching the little smirk on his face - you didnât want him to think that he had an advantage over you, and whether he did or didnât wasnât relevant. âAre you saying that you want me?âÂ
âI do want you,â Mark confessed without a care. He had no true intention of sleeping with you just yet, wanting to get to know you some more, but it wouldnât hurt to admit that he was attracted to you nonetheless. âDo you want me?â
Seductively, you leered at him, then purred, âSo bad.â
âThen, stop deflecting.â
With one little breath, you said, âFine,â then closed the tiny gap between the both of you and your lips. When he kissed you back, your hands sought for his neck and his hooked around your waist.Â
As you kissed Mark it only became more fierce, tongues and teeth clashing in attempts to maintain dominance over the other. Yet neither of you would cave. Both of you were fighting fire with fire and it was like nothing that either of you had ever experienced before. Mark displayed a clear need for power and control, and while you werenât against letting him have it, you were never one to give it away that easily.Â
You tugged on Markâs hair, wanting to feel him as close as possible. His calloused hands began to wander all over you, kneading your skin and making you moan softly into his mouth. You could feel him grinning against your lips. His touch was like fire and your body was already burning with lust, desire, and everything in between. It had been so long since someone last touched you like this, kissed you like this. Mark was filling in all the little gaps and empty spaces.Â
A rough pull at his locks made Mark groan into your mouth and he pinned your hands above your head, up against the wall. He got rougher, as if he was trying to fit you into the wall - or maybe force you through it. But the fervor was welcome, and although he had pinned your hands above your head, you still kissed him with as much eagerness as you were humanly capable.Â
You pulled away when you had your fill, knowing that if you kept him close to you any longer you would make a move for his clothes, and your exhibitionism kink only extended so far. The both of you stared at one another with sheer lust, but there was an almost telepathic understanding between you. We have to wait.Â
Out of breath, you casted Mark a flirtatious wink and smile before parting and said, âSee you later, Mark.â
Then, you sashayed back to your apartment. When you felt his eyes boring holes into your back, you simpered to yourself. You had planted the seed; now all you had to do was let it grow.Â
Days of messing around with Mark turned into weeks, but both of you were yet to succumb to your temptations. It was like you were waiting for the other to give in first and neither of you wanted to grant the other that satisfaction.Â
But of course, after planting the seed you had to water it and give it sunshine. In other words, you continued to flirt with Mark, maintaining his interest. And in return, he maintained yours. From anyone elseâs point of view it might have seemed silly to be resisting each other when it was clear as day that the lust was mutual, but you and Mark were too alike. Too much pride, and too much adoration for all things thrill and tension.
Even when he wasnât in your company, Mark was on your mind. It had only gotten worse the moment you kissed him. In the beginning you only thought about him occasionally - mostly whenever you saw or heard him - but now he was creeping into your head during your downtime and that was a problem. Your thoughts consisted nearly completely of him. Mark, Mark, Mark. He was all you could think about.Â
One weekend, you surprisingly encountered Mark at a playground. He appeared shocked to see you, but only let it show for a brief moment.
âIâm beginning to think that youâre the one stalking me. What in Godâs name are you of all people doing at a playground?â
âPlease. Youâre not that special. I donât have the time or energy to stalk anyone, baby,â you drawled with a hint of amusement. You pointed at a little girl. âYou see that little girl in the purple shirt on the slide? Thatâs my niece. Iâm babysitting her for my brother and sister-in-law. Todayâs their anniversary and they wanted peace.â
Mark bobbed his head, understanding. âOf course. You canât have any of that around a child. How old is she?â
âJust turned six about a week ago.âÂ
âAround my sonâs age,â he remarked, then pointed towards the set of swings. A couple of children played over there, but only one young boy was in the group. And he looked almost just like someone you knew. âHeâs right there on the swings. Six, but heâs nearing seven.â
He was absolutely adorable. You were already thinking about play dates between him and your niece. She was lovely and enjoyed meeting new people, bless her pure heart.Â
You smiled softly with awe. âStole your whole face. Thereâs no way in hell you could deny that boy.â
Mark snickered, shoulders shaking. âDamn right. My little mini-me,â he sighed happily. He took his eyes off his son for a split-second to glance over at you. You looked beautiful, as always. And you were watching your niece with so much intent and care that he doubted you had even snook a glance of your own his way. âFond of kids?âÂ
âI babysitted throughout college,â you replied pensively. Reminiscent. âBelieve it or not. I thought it was my calling because I was so responsible and the parents always praised me, plus it was a huge step towards individuality. Grew up with a lot of siblings and relatives, too, so Iâve always been around children.âÂ
Mark grinned, satisfied. That was the answer he wanted to hear. He was only curious because he was interested in you, and before he jumped too far ahead he needed to know what you thought about children. It was a relief that you had so much tenderness for and resonated so well with them. That gave him all the more reasons to want you by his side. âWhat about you?â he asked, adding when your face scrunched about with confusion, âDo you want kids of your own?âÂ
There was no reluctance in your answer, like you had already thought long and hard about the question before. âSomeday. When Iâm married and sure Iâve chosen the right person to settle down and have kids with. And when I have a less demanding job so that Iâm able to take care of my family and spend time with them,â you said, smiling wistfully. âMy parents were busy people. They werenât around a whole lot so me and my siblings practically raised each other.âÂ
Mark gave you a look. One you could make out as pity. You thought his response would be predictable, but it caught you by surprise. âYou donât want to be pitied, do you?âÂ
You blinked, genuinely unsure of how to respond for a moment. Then you broke into a broad grin and said, âNope.âÂ
âI feel for you anyways,â Mark gave a playful nudge to your side with his elbow. âAnd I think you have beautiful visions for the future. I can tell youâre gonna be a great mother.âÂ
You thanked him in a way that was positively bashful. For a while, you and Mark chatted about whatever the hell you wanted - topics in relation to the children, personal life, and everything in between. After the day you and Mark kissed, a more mutual effort to get to know each other blossomed. Mark told you everything there was to know about his job. Most of the time he worked from home without much need for overseer authorization, and set his own hours. As someone who loved being in control, it suited him.Â
It was alarming that you had gotten so personal so fast. You had only known each other for a month, more or less, and only really began talking a couple of weeks ago. Yet you felt comfortable enough to share a certain level of information that you normally would conceal.Â
You were becoming close in every sense of the word. The tension between you and Mark never fizzled out, it only seemed to grow more, and more, and more, until it would eventually explode in your faces. By then, you would have no choice but to confront it directly. You couldnât wait.Â
Mark wrapped his arm around your waist, and peered down briefly to look at it. Contact drove you crazy. You loved having Markâs hands on you, even in non-sexual ways.Â
He pulled you into him and asked, âHow long are you keeping her?â
âJust until five. Iâm taking her to her grandmaâs after this,â you replied, shifting your gaze back to the playground. But a smug smile tugged your lips. âWhy?â
There was a shine in Markâs pretty brown eyes. It was almost five. Voice tickling your neck, he leaned in to say bluntly, âBecause I wanna take you for a ride. Are you down?âÂ
You casted him an observant glance over your shoulder. What Mark wanted was clear, or so you thought, but you were in the mood for playing hard to get. As per usual. âDunno. What kind of ride?âÂ
âThe kind where we get in my car and go whatever the road and a full tank of gas leads us,â Mark shrugged. âItâs a yes-no question, doll. Are you down, or not?âÂ
Doll. That was new. You had reached the pet name stage, calling each other âbabyâ a couple of times, but âdollâ was new. It also had you wishing that you were both alone so that you could do something about how badly you craved Mark in that moment.Â
âIâm down. Meet me outside the complex at six?â You questioned, peering up at him yet again. You smiled when you met his eyes, unable to resist the urge. Mark made you feel good inside, all warm and gross. It was a delight to know you were still capable of feeling such a way. After all, it had been so long since the last time.Â
Mark nodded and smiled back. âI will. Child-less, so that we can have peace of our own.âÂ
You giggled into his chest. You could smell his scent, and it was heavenly.Â
At six oâclock, Mark was waiting for you downstairs like he said that he would be. And he was child-less. You both were.Â
Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger door of his car for you and shut it once you were completely inside. Of course, it took more than simple courtesy to impress you, but something about it was making you giggle. Something you couldnât pinpoint.
Mark gave you a look once he settled in the driverâs seat. âWhatâs funny?âÂ
âChivalry,â you sighed, smiling. âApparently, itâs not dead.â
Mark was amused, but held back a snort. You were occasionally ridiculous, but just the right amount. He could tolerate it.Â
As he gripped the steering wheel, the car jerked to live underneath his fingertips, and soon you were both rolling. You said nothing for a little while, Mark focusing on the road and you peering out the window. The silence wasnât awkward, but he cut on the radio and began to hum the song that was currently playing.Â
You glanced at him witheringly, but he was unbothered. Then, you teased with a grin, âOh, yeah. Show out, BeyoncĂ©.âÂ
âStop being a hater,â Mark groaned, then went back to singing.Â
After some moments of teasing, you were finally content and gave it a rest, relaxing into the leather seat. You were happy. If anyone had told you a month ago that youâd be in your new neighborâs car listening to him sing songs from the radio, you would have called them insane. But you werenât stupid and you knew better than to vulnerate yourself to a stranger. You told a couple friends about him and realized why Mark had seemed familiar - because he was. One of them knew Mark and was able to vouch for him, assuring you he was a good guy. That was why you felt so goddamn free.Â
It was peaceful, being alone with Mark. Whenever you werenât both determined to get into each otherâs pants, that was. But there was none of that right now - only the scenery whirling by at the pace of the lightning, the radio prevailing over the silence, and Mark by your side. And you by his. It felt too damn nice.Â
âYou never answered my question that day.â
âHm?â you gazed at him, confused. By his sentence and sudden will to ignite conversation, although you didnât mind. âWhat question?â
Markâs hand left the steering wheel and dropped to your thigh, which undoubtedly didnât go unnoticed by you. He didnât move it, but you couldnât ignore his fingers on your skin. âI asked you, what else do you like?âÂ
âAbout you, or in general?â
He shrugged. âWhatever gets you talking.â
You gazed through the windshield, pretending to be pondering deeply. âWell, in general, I like a bunch of things. Iâve got a penchant for poetry and music. This tends to shock people, but parties arenât my scene. Iâm a more reserved person. I love the color blue.âÂ
âWhy blue?â
âBecause it looks amazing on me,â you winked.Â
âMm,â Mark glanced at you fleetingly through the rear-view mirror. That was when his fingers started moving, kneading your thigh. âWhat else?âÂ
âHm, well,â you began, pretending to be unbothered by his touch. In reality, you were melting with every move. âAbout you, thereâs a lot for me to like, too. Youâre confident, smart, funny, sexy,â then you licked your lips and added, âAnd an excellent kisser.âÂ
Mark grinned, hand still massaging your bare skin. âWhat a sweet-talker you are. Keep going,â he whispered, then gave your thigh a little squeeze.Â
But you were honest. There were too many things you admired about Mark that led you to becoming drawn to him in such a little period of time. Just as easily as he had been able to make you tell him things, you had persuaded him into opening up. There was still so much to learn about each other on deeper levels, but time was your best friend. For now, you decided that you would tell him what you already knew.Â
âI like the way you put so much care and effort into what you love. Iâve heard you talk about your son, your friends, your job. You never neglect anything,â you confessed, smiling fondly as you recalled the conversations youâd had. âI like how weâre similar, too. I think thatâs part of the reason why we feel comfortable moving so fast. Weâre cut from the same cloth. We both know what we want and when and how we want it, and weâre not afraid to go get it. Itâs like playing a damn game of tug of war whenever Iâm with you.â
âOr a very calculated game of chess,â Mark added, shaking his head with amusement.Â
You giggled. âBut thereâs something about you thatâs so⊠alluring. Iâm attracted to it. Youâre a hardworking borderline control freak thatâs unafraid of sincerity. I love it.â
âRomantic. Iâm swooning,â he deadpanned, throwing you a playful glare.Â
âAnd youâre the right amount of sarcastic.âÂ
âAnd thatâs what gets you going?â
âBaby, please. If I could kiss you right fucking now, I would,â you admitted.Â
Mark said nothing, but his fingers kept fondling with your flesh, and your breath kept getting out of control. He gave your thigh another reassuring squeeze, letting you know he heard you.Â
Forest views took over. You pressed your fingertips to the window glass and watched as the rapid blur of scenes that once consisted of neon city lights turned green. Moss-coated branches replaced them, last rays of sunlight filtering through them as you neared the woods and the gravel roads turned to dirt.Â
âWoods, very spooky. Are you gonna kill me and hide my body out here?â you asked him humorously, watching as he drove you through the wild.
Mark didnât take his eyes off the road as he replied, âAnd dump it in the lake.âÂ
âLake?â
He smiled. âYouâll see.âÂ
You did see a lake. Mark parked his car near some trees and once he helped you outside, led you down a trail until you reached a bridge. It was long and stretched above a medium body of water. Blossoming flowers lived in the grass and the scent was earthy. You stretched ever so slightly over the railing and saw yours and Markâs reflection staring back at you.Â
There were little fountains in the lake. Creatures made the water ripple and you watched with Markâs arm wrapped around your waist as the smell and sound of nature filled your senses. Ducks pecked around the land edges of the lake in hunt of food.Â
âItâs beautiful,â you exhaled in awe. The clouds and setting sun peered down on the water and you wished that you had your camera on your person. It was a sight too gorgeous to let become nothing more than a memory fading at the back of your head.Â
Mark bobbed his head in agreement. The corners of his lips tugged upwards as he said, âIt is. I come here from time to time whenever I need to clear my head. Itâs a nice place that Iâve always wanted to share with someone.âÂ
âYou trust me enough to share it with me?â you teased, palms on his chest as you gazed up at his face. âI mean, like what if I get arrested for tax fraud and every time you come here all you can think about is your old neighbor that got sent to prison for evading her taxes.âÂ
âThen, you better do your taxes, or else Iâll be right after you when you get out. For attempted murder.âÂ
You made a face of faux fear. âShiver me timbers!âÂ
Somehow, Mark pulled you closer and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Any closer and you were sure he would be able to feel how fast your heart was beating. It was safe to say that you had a little crush on your neighbor. You wanted him to an extent that words couldnât capture.Â
There was something different with Mark. Linger was the perfect word to describe how his every action affected you. When he kissed you, you could still feel his lips on you moments afterwards. His every touch lingered on you, even the barest ones. You could taste him on you, his scent lingered on your body - it was too much. But Mark was too persistent. Even if you wanted to, and you didnât, you couldnât get away.Â
Mark looked at you as if he wanted to kiss you, but to your misfortune, he didnât. Instead his lips parted to say, âWatch the sunset with me.âÂ
Obediently, you turned to face the railing, which pleased him. He moved behind you and tightened his grip on your waist.Â
The sunset was beautiful, even more so with Markâs company. The two of you made conversation, all the while watching how the sky that was once a pleasant array of colors dulled a deep indigo. The sun descended below the horizon and its reflection in the water was replaced by the moon.
And you - the moonlight illuminated every inch of your face. Mark had always thought that you were gorgeous, but the moonlight made your beauty criminal. He couldnât hold himself back any longer.Â
âI canât control myself anymore,â Mark growled. At first, you were confused, but when he whirled you around and pressed his lips against yours, you quickly understood.Â
Mark backed you against the railing, cornering you. Kissing him was too much fun. It was the same battle, the same fervent effort to compel one of you to submit to the otherâs touch, yet both of you always held out, keeping your white flags lowered. Mark had never met anyone that challenged him this much, and you had never met anyone so desperate to prove a point.Â
When one of you pulled away, you not only were breathing heavily, but dangerously turned on. Your despires were no longer pure wants - they were needs.Â
âMark,â you exhaled through shallow breaths, âPlease.âÂ
Mark cocked a brow, incredulous, yet amused. âYouâre begging?âÂ
You nodded, casting him a needy glance that nearly made him want to give you everything you wanted then and there. It wounded your pride to beg him to do anything, but you werenât necessarily above it anymore. Lust made you do anything - and it was flowing rapidly through your bloodstream. âPlease, I want it.â
That much was entertaining to him, although Mark still didnât want to give himself to you yet. It wasnât that he wasnât willing to have sex with you, but he wanted to bide his time. He wanted things a specific way and hooking up with you in his car simply wasnât ideal.Â
Mark shook his head. âIâm not fucking you in my car.âÂ
You pursed your lips and fought back the best way you knew how, huffing, âWhy not? Donât wanna fuck up your expensive seats? Car sex virgin?âÂ
âMy first time was in the back of a car,â Mark told you matter-of-factly, being sure to smile in the most menacing way possible. It was only deserved for the way you left him that day that you kissed him. You wanted to kiss that stupid grin off his face, but you thought he didnât deserve it. âAnd everything I wanna do to you canât happen in a car. Youâve been patient all this time, baby, you can wait a little more.âÂ
âEver the elaborate controlling perfectionist are you,â you drawled, faux aggravation to your tone.
Mark entwined his fingers with yours. âBut you love that about me.â
âI never said that.â
âOh? Must I remind you of your little love confession in my car earlier?â he teased.Â
You rolled your eyes. âNo, thank you. But I will be expecting a four-page love letter detailing everything you like about me in the mail signed âMarkie Poohâ soon. I like to be courted.âÂ
Mark gave your forehead a chaste peck, grinning as he joked, âIâll enclose it with a kiss.âÂ
You giggled. ïżŒ
Soon, Mark drove you back home and you were kissing him goodbye. It was a dramatic farewell, considering you lived right next door to him, but tonight had been magical and you were wondering where the time had gone. All you wanted to do was freeze time and kiss Mark on that bridge forever.Â
But you were also sick to your stomach that he still wasnât in your guts. And tonight, you had a plan that would undoubtedly make him snap and give you what you wanted.Â
Last night, you gave yourself the release that your body was begging for, since Mark refused to fulfill your desires himself. And you made sure to be loud so that your intentions were obvious - ever since the last time he asked you to keep it down, you began doing an impressive job at suppressing your noises, muffling them into your pillow or biting your lip. But not last night. You called it being petty for the right reasons. That was what you were, and rather proudly.Â
For a little extra flare, you moaned Markâs name. As much as it was you being petty for the sake of setting him off, it was also a self-indulging experience. Fantasizing about your neighbor was what brought you to the edge quicker than anything, and you came harder than ever with the thought of him on your mind.Â
Mark didnât text you the following day. Usually, you would find time through your hectic work hours to chat, and you would spend the better half of your lunch break typing away at your phone, but it was radio silence.Â
It was weird. Maybe you and Mark were alike in more ways than you thought, and he was also extremely petty. But for the wrong reasons, in your opinion.Â
When you came home from work, Mark was standing outside his door, waiting. He leaned against it and stared you down.Â
âHad fun last night?âÂ
Pretending to be oblivious as to what he was referencing, you played dumb and answered, âYou mean, at the bridge? Of course. When are we going again?âÂ
âDonât play dumb with me,â Mark chastised, glaring. âI heard you last night. You seemed like you were having a good time, you know, moaning my name and all like a slut.âÂ
Never had it ever crossed your mind that you would enjoy Mark calling you a slut, yet here you were, becoming more and more aroused the longer you pushed his buttons. With his commitment to patience, you typically never got much fun out of it, but right now he was approaching his limit and you were anticipating every second of it.Â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â you replied, searching for your keys and acting as if you were paying him no mind.Â
Mark wasnât having any of it. For weeks you had all been all over each other, the mutual lust long-established, though now you were suddenly disregarding him and it was with one clear intention in mind. He wasnât going to give in to your tricks, but he would play along with your little game. And he was going to win.Â
The little remaining bits of restraint he had suddenly exhausted and Mark gripped your wrists, ignoring the sound of surprise you uttered as he dragged you into his apartment. The door slammed shut in your trail and he pushed you up against it, pinning your arms above your head as he began to kiss you with urgency.Â
Kissing Mark was exhilarating. Whenever his lips were flush against yours, it was as if time stopped. Everything seemed to slow down but the dangerously rapid thud of your heart against your chest and the spreading wildfire in your body. You made an attempt to free your wrists from his seemingly tightening touch, writhing against him with desire to touch him, yet whatever strength you had Mark had more and you were unable to overpower his might.Â
âMark,â you exhaled, pulling away to catch your breath. âI want to touch you.âÂ
He hummed, an idea slithering into his brain. âIf you want to so bad, then beg.â
You narrowed your eyes at him, slightly incredulous, yet the feeling dissipated when you remembered who exactly you were talking to. Scowling, you said, âI begged you once and now youâre getting too used to it.âÂ
âIf you want to get your way when it comes to me, then you better start getting used to it. Now, do you wanna get your pretty little hands on me, or not?âÂ
You sighed. âI do.â
Mark gave you an expecting look. âThen, beg.âÂ
âYou want me to get on my knees, too?â you deadpanned, shooting him a sharp glare that he seemed utterly unbothered by - and it exasperated you.Â
The grin on his lips then was infuriating. âDonât worry, youâll do that later.âÂ
Ignoring the very obvious implication of those words, you made a face, but the look in Markâs eyes when you met his gaze was so goddamn commanding. The dominance to his aura that you had been so intent on destroying was finally getting to you.Â
âPlease,â you whimpered, trying to ignore how pathetic you sounded. âLet me touch you, Mark, please.âÂ
Satisfied, Mark let go of your wrists and his lips immediately fell back on yours, the need to kiss you resurfacing. It was like resuming, pressing play and pause. There was something about hearing and seeing you beg - especially against your will - that he found so arousing. You were so resistant to his dominance and it was all too entertaining to see you finally succumb.Â
Your hands raced to his shirt and with his own assistance, you hiked it above his head, hands flying to his chest afterwards. For a moment, your eyes opened to ogle at him, wallowing in the sight of his bare skin. Mark began to tug at your blouse and you both began to undress one another, leaving a trail of clothes behind you as you both headed to his bedroom.Â
By the time you got to his bed, you were stripped down to nothing but your undergarments. Lying flat on your back, you watched as Mark took his sweet time to crawl over you. His hand moved at an agonizingly slow pace from your thighs, to your stomach, to your clothed breasts. You felt as if your breath was stuck in your throat as you anticipated what he would do next, and he finally leaned in your ear, whispering, âYou do look good in blue.âÂ
He kissed you there for a little longer, heated and passionate, then pulled you up and said, âGet on your knees.â ïżŒ
Submissively, you sank to the floor without a fight, which both pleased and surprised Mark. Though the little sly grin playing on your lips was a good enough indicator that you were planning something. And you were. Any other time you would have refused to listen to him without first making an attack on his pride, but you were skilled with your tongue and had a line of people youâd been with to show for it. ïżŒ
You were resolved to make him unravel - and you would.Â
The bulge of his dick was prominent through his underwear, of which you tugged down in desperate haste. You had wanted a taste of him for only God knows how long.Â
His dick sprung against his stomach and by then your mouth was watering. You took him into your palm, smiling up at Mark as you began to leisurely pump him. Your efforts to tease him only became worse, intentionally letting your lips graze the head of his dick every now and then, giving him false hope that youâd finally get to the best part.Â
âDonât tease me, doll. You wonât like whatâll happen if you keep up,â Mark warned.Â
âPunish me, Mark,â you said, smiling broadening.Â
He wasnât given the chance to respond before you took his cock into your mouth, a little grunt leaving his mouth instead. You were taking him into your mouth bit by bit, efforts to tease him still lingering. Mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and held it behind your neck.Â
Mark, a man of patience, was beginning to lose the thing he clung to most. He used your hair to force you down on him some more. âStop fooling around and take it, baby. Put your mouth to good use for once.âÂ
In pursuit of spiting him, you fooled around for a moment longer, though finally gave up contentedly after you figured that youâd frustrated him enough. Soon you were steadily bobbing your head up and down his length, cheeks hollowed, his fingers gripping your hair to control your movements to an extent.Â
The wet sound of your mouth sucking his dick and his little noises of pleasure echoed throughout the bedroom. You smiled to yourself slyly at a thought you were having. Mark was a groaner. ïżŒ
He sounded heavenly. You were quick to discover his weaknesses, catching on to how he became noisier. Mark wasnât the loudest guy that youâd been with, fairly moderate, but he was still unable to hide the signs that said loud and clear you were making him feel good. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and saw how pleasure was written all over his face, lips parted and his eyes closing from time to time.Â
That drove Mark borderline insane, you peering up at him like that - and you had already known that it would. At the end of the day, Mark was simply a man, after all. And you had men all figured out.Â
âGood girl. Just like that,â he praised, pushing your head down a little more.Â
Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and you stroked him all the while sucking him off, tasting pre-cum on your tongue. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and it was a pleasure. There was no denying he was close.Â
When Mark noticed you slowing down in efforts to tease him, he was displeased and decided that he had enough of your schemes. The loosened, relaxed grip on your hair suddenly tightened and he began to thrust into your mouth, taking control. You were good with your mouth and able to take it deep, but the sudden movement caught you off-guard and you began to gag.Â
âJust when I praise you, you decide you wanna be a little fucking brat,â Mark spat, pulling your hair again. âYou just canât listen, can you?â
You glared up at him, tears pricking your eyes, and the sight made him let out a laugh. He knew as well as the next person that you liked acting tough, but with tears in the corners of your eyes and a cock in your mouth, you looked nothing short of pathetic.
He shot you a withering look, adding, âYou always act like you have the whole world in the palm of your hands. You try to get under my skin because you want to see me succumb to the same tricks you play on everyone else, but you know I wonât give an inch and you donât know how to handle it. Wish you could see how pathetic you look when you shut the hell up and take my cock.âÂ
Right now you wished that he would shut the hell up, but oddly enough, his words were turning you on. You silently prayed that he wouldnât catch on to how wet you were getting with every passing moment.Â
Mark was close. His sentences became raspy, deep groans and his pace was relentless, merciless. Like he was trying to bruise the very back of your throat. It took everything in you not to choke out, but you refused to give him the satisfaction in seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He was already enjoying this too much.Â
Mark groaned, âFuck. You gonna swallow it, babe?â
As a way of saying âyesâ, you hummed around his shaft and the vibration was making him lose his mind. You swiftly moved one of your palms to wipe at a streak of tears on your cheeks before he noticed.Â
You doubted that he did. Mark was in another world, eyes closed as he was overcome by pleasure. The warmth and wetness of your mouth was everything and he was out of control, movements unrestrained. He came in your mouth with a grunt, giving your hair one last violent tug as his climax struck his body. You milked him dry, taking every bit of his cum in your mouth that you could possibly manage.Â
There was a noise when you rolled him out of your mouth, looking him in his eyes immediately afterwards. Mark was breathless, and so were you, but he could only smile.Â
You gave him a look, voice slightly hoarse from the throat-fucking as you asked, âWhat?âÂ
âNothing,â he replied, smile unfaltering, but it was obviously something. âIâm simply enjoying the way you look with spit and my cum on your lips and chin.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and wiped yourself clean with the back of your hand. âAnd I was enjoying the way you looked like you were on the verge of losing your shit.âÂ
âFunny how youâre only quiet when you have a dick in your mouth.â
Wittily, you retorted, âMaybe I would shut up if you fucked me.âÂ
Instead of giving you an immediate response, Mark pulled you back onto the mattress, hovering above you as you lay flat on your back. âMm-hm. Thatâs why you were moaning my name so loud last night, right? Because you wanted my dick?â
One of his palms slipped underneath the band of your underwear and you let out a little cry of surprise when you felt his fingers brushing against your arousal. You were holding in your breath. It had been so long since anyone had you like this and you were touch-starved, feeling completely deprived of sex and nearly the memory of what it was like.Â
His free hand gave a loud, resounding smack to your thigh, and you yelped. âThat was a question, doll.âÂ
âYes,â you choked out. âPlease. I want it so bad, Mark.â
âSo wet, all for me,â he sighed with bliss. His fingers were now plunging inside your pussy, sliding in and out with ease. You hadnât been this wet in ages. âHow long has it been since you were last with someone?â
âI donât know, like three months,â you guessed, not really wanting to think about it when his touch was all you could focus on. âA really long fucking time, basically.âÂ
Mark made a face, surprised. âNo wonder youâre so damn needy.â
His teasing did nothing to help and you were quickly growing impatient. There was no need to explain why it had been so long, you were certain he already knew. With your work schedule there was rarely time to meet new people and you had no one to come home to. But Mark made it too goddamn easy, and considering how hard you worked, you could use a good fuck.Â
âItâll be a year by the time you fuck me,â you grumbled, impatient. What more did he want you to do? You sucked him off, begged, and yet he was still torturing you by resisting. It was like he was deliberately trying to get you to lose your goddamn mind, and knowing Mark, you wouldnât put it past him. It was working.Â
Mark said nothing, looking at you blithely. And hungrily. There was still a layer of clothes obstructing the view of your bare skin, and greedily his hands flew to the band of your underwear. You bit back a whimper at the feeling of being suddenly empty, but Mark tore your panties past your ankles, and your bra immediately followed as he tugged on the straps.Â
The sight of your naked body had Markâs dick throbbing and he swore then that you were Aphrodite. You were driving him past the brink of insanity. He had envisaged your body in his dreams and fantasies, though nothing could have prepared him for how beautiful you looked sprawled out on his sheets and he could only think one thing. Goddamn.Â
That was it for him. He was still resolved to tease you to sheer hell, but he could keep playing your games while inside of you.
You made a tiny gasp when you felt the head of Markâs cock prod your folds. The sight of your pussy was his kryptonite - you were dripping with arousal. You wanted him so badly and he wanted you just as much. He pushed the tip in with a raspy groan and made a couple slow, shallow thrusts.Â
Then a couple turned into too many for you to count and you were becoming impatient. More than you already were. âMark, hurry the hell up,â you grumbled.Â
âMm, no. I think Iâll keep going like this,â Mark teased. After the way you treated him only moments ago, he wasnât the least bit sympathetic. âI told you, you werenât going to like what happened if you kept teasing me. Now look.âÂ
Just like he said you wouldnât, you werenât liking this. He was agonizingly slow, not deep enough, and it was all deliberate. Karma was a fucking bitch.Â
âFuck you,â you spat, insincere.Â
Mark was totally unbothered, seemingly paying you no mind as he replied, âThatâs no way to talk to the man who youâre so wet for. Ask me nicely and maybe Iâll reconsider.âÂ
Holding back a groan in fear of his changing his mind about reconsidering, you tidied up the sentence you were preparing to say to him and fixed your tone. âMark, can you please move faster?âÂ
âDonât you sound so sweet when you ask like a good girl,â Mark sang. Before you could muster a response, he finally thrusted completely into you and you moaned. The way your pussy gripped him was his vice, and you stretched to accommodate his size.Â
In no time he also discarded his formerly slow pace and adopted a new, speedier one. The way he was pounding you was so deep and perfect and you grabbed his shoulders, desperately needing something to cling to.
This type of experience used to only exist in your head. More often than not, you winded up touching yourself to the thought of the man before you as a way to cope with your stress and lechery. You would close your eyes and picture his dark hair matted by sweat, his face scrunched up with pleasure. You would imagine the noises that heâd make when he finally felt the grip of your pussy around his dick, the way your body responded to his every touch. It got you off too quick, tempting you to march over to his apartment and demand he finished the job.Â
But you never did. You wanted to see him lose his patience - and you did.Â
âPussyâs so damn tight,â Mark groaned, which made you grin smugly. You knew that already.Â
Mark leaned low and began to press soft kisses into your skin, his thumb brushing over your stiff nipples. He found you utterly beautiful, no flaw in his eyes. The breathy sounds you were making in response felt like hearing an angel.Â
Although you were enjoying yourself, you couldnât shake the feeling that something was missing and said, âDonât be gentle with me, baby.â
Mark smiled softly. âI donât plan to be, doll.âÂ
When Mark was finished with your breasts, his mouth replaced them, beginning to latch roughly onto your neck. Which made you sigh out in bliss. The feeling of his teeth digging sharply into your flesh made you certain that he was going to leave Markâs, and you were too fond of it. You wanted Mark to make you his.Â
Everything was too much in the best way possible. You were intoxicated by the feeling of Markâs bare cock between your walls, striking the sweetest parts of you. Your mouth parted in too-loud moans of his name.Â
He gripped your throat, looking you dead in the eyes as he commanded, âBe fucking quiet.â
That made you clench around his length. At first, your eyes widened, but you recovered swiftly and your lips curled into a broad smile as you met Markâs gaze. The look on your face right then made his cock twitch.Â
âYou like that, huh?â he asked, tightening the grip around your neck. You couldnât get a single coherent word out, choking, but the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head was more than the perfect answer.Â
Mark let go of your throat after a moment and began to watch the way your cunt swallowed him whole. It was satisfying to have you at his disposal like this. He was hell bent on taming you, no matter how many fucks it took; the more the merrier. He couldnât get enough of the way you felt - warm, wet walls clamping tightly around his size - and he knew deep down that there was no way in hell this would be the last time.Â
There was no going back. He was set on you; you on him. You were different from anyone he had ever been with before, you were a challenge. Brats were something he never thought he would be fond of, wallowing in the fact that most women bent to his will. But you caught onto his behavior fast and opposed it, resolved to break down his walls, and he was game. Mark never went down without a fight, though neither did you, and he liked it too damn much.Â
Taming you was fun. It was something he never knew that he needed until you suddenly came into his life, providing him a little thrill and excitement on a silver platter. You were so much like him that it was all too easy to read you, to find out what made you tick. And making you feel defeated was what he got out of trying to put a leash on your wildness.Â
Not too long after, you were moaning in a chant, âMark,â his words forewarning you to be quiet going in one ear and out of the other. You couldnât help it. It felt perfect. He was so deep and so thick, making you feel full.Â
âBrat,â Mark hissed, shaking his head. But with how utterly disobedient you were he didnât bother to scold you again, taking matters into his own hands by picking your panties and shoving them into your mouth. âThatâll shut you up.âÂ
There was an instant sound of protest and likely you cursing at him, considering how you narrowed your eyes at him, but there was no way for him to tell. Mark smiled tauntingly. âCanât hear you, babe,â he said.
You raised your middle finger in a silent retaliation, but Mark retaliated back even quicker and lifted your hands above your head, pinning them down to the mattress. You felt so fucking powerless, yet Mark had so much power over you and your body. It wasnât fair.Â
It wasnât long before you could finally sense your orgasm building up, a dam on the very verge of breaking loose. Everything felt otherworldly and you swore that you were no longer breathing. Like you were gone, but your body was still physically alive and well. Pleasure ripped through every last vein in your bare body and consumed it in its entirety, swallowing you in its mass.Â
Markâs pace was merciless, and when he moved one of his hands to wrap around your throat, so was the tight squeeze on both sides. It was damn near bruising and your eyes were fluttering, but you didnât want him to stop. You were internally begging that he wouldnât.Â
Your panties fell from your mouth and you took the opportunity to ask with a struggle, âCan I please cum, Mark?âÂ
âLet go for me, babe,â Mark grunted, resisting the urge to comment on how pathetic you sounded asking for permission in your hoarse little voice. It came to him as a pleasant surprise, and a satisfying sound that left his dick throbbing.Â
There was no need to tell you twice. You came with one last cry of his name, back arching as you began to come undone. It was explosive, your entire body reacting to the intensity of it. Your toes clenched and your pussy gripped relentlessly around his shaft. You swore that you were beginning to see stars.Â
Mark pulled out and came on your stomach with a deep sexy groan, the sight and sound of you at your very climax triggering his own orgasm consecutively. His hands loosened their grip and set you free, and soon you were both lying flat on his bed, panting heavily.Â
âSo,â he began through shallow breaths, and you braced yourself for whatever he could have possibly said next. âHowâs that for a weak dick game?âÂ
You glanced at him confused, then suddenly broke into a fit of laughter after you recalled what he was referencing. You had insulted his game. âI take it back,â you replied. âItâs alright.â
Mark raised a brow. âJust alright? Like I didnât have to put your panties in your mouth because you wouldnât stop screaming my name?âÂ
âI was not screaming.â
âYou were screaming. AndâŠ,â
Before he could add anything else - and you knew he would, refusing to let you live anything that happened today down - you smashed your lips against his and carded your fingers through his hair, effectively shutting him up. Mark kissed back with joy, smiling against your lips. All of the other kisses that you two shared had consisted of rough, unrestrained attempts at dominating one another, but this was slow and sweet. It was gentle, and dare you say loving.Â
âOne more round?â you asked when you pulled away.Â
Mark snickered. âDonât tempt me, baby. If we start with one it might become two.â
You licked your lips and grinned. That was useful information. âNope, Iâm tempting you. Now give in.â
Mark gave your lips another kiss, but immediately became distracted once he caught another glimpse of the swell of your breasts. âDamn, baby,â he sighed contentedly, running his hands over the shape. âI just fucking might.âÂ
Temptations. Oh, how dangerous they were. But caving into them might have been the best decision youâd ever made - and Mark was living proof.Â
He was your temptation.
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