Celeste Peters

I'm bawling my eyes out. Mufasa (spoiler alert) just fucking died.

"It's okay, Celeste." Laila says and pats me on the shoulder. "It's just a cartoon. You don't have to be sad." I almost laugh at the reversal of roles here.

Nina jumps off of the other couch and comes over to me. She sits in my lap wordlessly and continues to keep her eyes glued to the screen.

"You're right. I don't know why I'm crying." I wipe the tears out of my eyes and glance at Marc whose lips are quirked. Each time our eyes lock, my chest tightens and my stomach trembles as if he's touching me again. Except we aren't right next to each other. There's a nearly empty pizza box between us on the dark wooden coffee table. He's laying on the couch facing the TV with Laila beside him, and I'm on the other couch, with Nina now snuggling up against me.

The lights are out and the sun has mostly set, the only brightness in the room is now coming from the large plasma TV on the wall.

"It's all acting. It's not real," Nina whispers. Her body is shaking a little and I place an arm around her, holding her tight as we continue to watch The Lion King.

Even though Marc's presence is distracting, I'm invested in this film, lost in its storyline. That's kind of how today has been though—losing myself in whatever activity we've done or conversation that's been had. I want to lock everything about today in my heart forever, remember every word that was spoken, every feeling that swept through me. There's something about this house and these people I'm with that makes me feel like I can forget about all my problems, and just be. And when I watch Simba—a lion who feels guilty and unworthy of his role in life—adopt the Hakuna Matata lifestyle before going back home to face his responsibilities, I'm reminded of where I am now. Who would've thought a fucking lion film would throw me into an existential crisis.

When the movie ends, I'm clamoring for The Lion King 2 along with the girls. I'm not sure whether Marc's agreement is because he's outnumbered, or he's enjoying this time as much as we are.

It isn't long into the second movie when I feel the weight of the pizza settle deep into my stomach and my eyelids become heavy. I drift off to sleep, dreaming of Nina and Laila asking me to paint with them, and then dreaming of the small, hidden touches between Marc and I. Warmth surrounds me. I'm moving in and out of consciousness, unable to make sense of where I am, what those whispers are saying, or what the momentary warmth against my cheek is from.

When I finally wake, the room is pitch black, save for the soft moonlight streaming in through the windows. I glance around, rubbing my eyes. No one else is here.

Grabbing my phone, I find that it's almost ten PM—past the girls' bedtime. My ribs grow tight as I hold my breath for a second. The day is over and I missed the last bit of it. That fucking sucks.

My hands press against the soft blanket draped over me. Marc must have covered me before leaving for his room. The thought wakes me up even more and I get up from the couch. Could he still be awake? I leave the studio den and tiptoe down the wide, carpeted hall. The girls' doors are closed. I've never been in Marc's room but I know that it's further down the hall. Is he awake? My erratic pulse propels my feet forward.

I stop in front of his door and press a hand softly against the wood. The thing is, earlier today Marc told me we needed to keep our space. We can't be alone together anymore until we've figured out what this means. I remember the intensity in his eyes when he said that. But, would he say the same thing after our time together today? My mind flitters over to images of Marc shirtless and in his swim trunks, and then to the moment he caught me topless and his erection nearly poked my eye out.

Has he figured out whatever the hell he needs to figure out yet? Have I? If we started something, it wouldn't be right. There's a reason my mind gave for it but I can't really remember it right now. My heart is speaking a much louder and more decipherable language, overriding every thought going through my head. It's saying how could Marc and I be wrong?

I place another hand on the light wood of the door and lean forward, pressing my ear against the cold surface.

My heart starts thumping like it wants to knock. A noise that sounds like a deep groan reaches my ear, readying my heart to knock the door off its hinges. And when I hear "Celeste" I have no other choice but to turn the handle. Does Marc know I'm at the door?

"Marc?" I call out, quickly stepping in through the door frame. Heavy spikes of heat inundate my body when I take in the scene.

"Fuck," Marc mutters and quickly cups himself with a hand. He's wearing a black t-shirt and light blue boxers, is sitting at the edge of a king-sized bed at the back of the large room, and is facing a large TV screen that's showing...

Holy shit! More spikes of heat rain over me as my eyes adjust to the TV...

That's my body. With my tits on full display. By the pool.

Holy fuck!...I just stepped in on Marc jerking off to a security feed video of me sleeping topless by the pool. The sounds of him pumping himself milliseconds ago are just now registering in my ears.

Taking a step back I press the door closed with my backside, my body buzzing and alerting every cell my body to wake the fuck up. Holy shit, this is so fucking hot. Marc was getting off at seeing me naked. I can't help but smile widely like a pirate stumbling across a lost treasure chest.

I glance around the room. Am I really awake? The room is dim except for a single lamp glowing warmly behind Marc and a light from the TV screen casting a bluish glow over him. It's probably the biggest room I've ever seen with magazine type furnishings. But I don't take any time to admire the space as my attention zips back to Marc.

"Celeste. I- uh. Shit. I-." His deep voice sends more heat to my already throbbing center. Marc's tugging his boxers, covering himself, while remaining seated.

That won't do.

"Did you need a hand?" I ask, propelling myself off the door to walk toward him. My body is screaming for his touch. Each step forward on the soft carpet brandishes me with determination.

He lets out a hoarse laugh and places his face in his hands. I step in front of him and lean down, gently tugging his hands off of his face. He drops them. A million different emotions flicker across his handsome features in rapid succession before his whisky eyes turn darker than browned butter, making the tingling in my body grow tenfold.

His gaze slowly rakes down my body, and now the tingling is consuming me. "So, are you ready to fuck me, Marc?" I ask breathlessly. "I think it's about time."

He closes his eyes while a slight tremor passes over him. This fire coursing through me moves my hands to the hem of my top. In one swift motion I pull it off, careful not to make a sound. His eyelids are still down as he speaks, "Celeste. I-"

I quietly pull at the strings of my bikini top so that I'm now fully topless in front of him. "Yeah?" I say as I discard my bikini top beside me. His eyes are still closed.

"Celeste, I-" he repeats before opening his eyes. Instantly the brown butter in his irises burn to black as his pupils dilate. His mouth is open, and with the focus of his gaze, it's like his whole world narrows in on my breasts. "Fuck."

Heat licks down my center and I shift to create pressure between my legs. "You can look at the TV screen or at me. It's up to you."

Without taking his eyes off of me, Marc grabs a device behind him and clicks something. Instantly, the blue light casted over him disappears and we're left with a lone orange glow over the space. My hands start trembling as I move onto my knees. The last time I was this nervous to mess around with someone was before my first time at fourteen.

His eyes are still zeroed in on my chest. "Fuck, Celeste. What did you have in mind?" Any hint of restraint in his voice has vanished, and holy shit, it has me soaked.

"Fuck my tits like I know you want to."

"That mouth of yours." He grazes a thumb over my lips making my body clench in anticipation. "It makes me want to shove my cock down your throat." He places a hot hand on my cheek and my body quakes as I lean forward, taking in his decadent smell of spiced warm vanilla and bitter almond. We've already crossed so many boundaries. We fucking can't do anything but listen to the voice that's speaking us into action. There's no going back now for either of us. We're in this thing whether we like it or not. And holy shiitake mushrooms, I think I'll like this very much.

"But we'll save that for another time," he says as he removes his hand and tugs his boxers down. "Right now, Celeste," he says my name with so much assurance and grit that I'm sure I'm leaking onto the plush carpet, "You are correct. I'd really like to fuck your tits." 

I glance down at his member and my breathing stops. I fucking stop breathing. Oh my God, Marc has the biggest and most beautiful dick I've ever seen in my life. What have I been doing with all my time when this thing existed? I try not to drool as I lean forward and slip his erection in between my boobs that I'm squishing together.

Without wasting another second, Marc starts pumping. I drop my head forward and my mouth reaches the tip of him. I stick my tongue out and lick him as he pumps. His pre-cum is salty and I so badly want to suck his cock dry—chug his essence like it's an elixir of eternal youth.

Something animalistic overtakes Marc and I fucking love it. He's grunting through each thrust. "Celeste." More fast thrusts in and out of my cleavage. "You don't know how many times I've thought of this exact moment." His hands quickly find my nipples and he plays with the piercings, causing pleasure to slice through me in rapid waves. I let out a loud moan and grasp onto his sides, digging my fingers into the flesh. He groans loudly as if he wants me to draw blood. Does he like it rough? Fuck, I want this man.

"Shit," he breathes out, "we need to stay quiet. The girls could wake up if we're not careful."

"Then you needed to invest in some sound proof walls because I don't want you to stay quiet when you come in my mouth."

That's it. That pushed him right up to the edge. Marc's movements grow ragged right before he hits his peak. I open my mouth wide and take him as he releases his warm cum into my mouth. Silky liquid runs over my tongue and down my throat and I gulp down everything I can, relishing the flavor of Marc.

"I can't believe we just did that," Marc says through pants. His fingers roam through my hair. I glance up to see him glowing in ecstasy, with lips slightly swollen and his eyes hooded. I jerk back, letting myself fall onto the carpet. As quickly as I can, I shove off my shorts and bikini bottoms. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to pass out at any second if I don't find my release. "Wh-what are you doing?" he asks as I widen my legs in front of him. He's still seated on the edge of his bed and I quickly start touching myself. "Fuck! Stop!"

I don't stop. I can't. I'm writhing and moaning on the ground in front of him as my release promises to show herself. 

"Celeste, let me!" Marc grabs on to my legs, but he's too late. I'm riding out my orgasm with eyes welded shut and my brain melting into a puddle of mush.