Marc Nassar

Am I dreaming? Is this real life?

A fully naked Celeste is on the floor in front of my bed, panting hard. Her breasts are moving up and down with each breath and the view of the undersides of her boobs is highly erotic, making my dick twitch like it's going to rise from the dead any second now. Her legs are still wide open in front of me. I can see her glistening pink folds, soaked from what we just did. My body aches with the need to explore.

I'm already addicted.

Maybe she has another orgasm in her and I'm not too late? My wild heartbeat punches against my ribcage, telling me it's possible and yanking me out of my stupor. I spring to action and swing her legs to the side before getting down on the ground. I'm desperate for a taste and desperate to be the one to drive her mad with pleasure.

She gasps as soon as my mouth reaches her clit. Oh my God, she tastes incredible—slightly sweet with a deliciously bitter aftertaste. I curl my tongue into her smooth folds and reach up to grab her breasts. They mold like soft putty in my hands and the buzz I'm feeling post-orgasm amplifies. Her back arches as she shifts her hips to press herself against my tongue.

"Mmmm. Fuck, yes," she lets out. "Marc, th-that feels amazing." She runs her fingers through my hair, grabs on, and then pulls hard. Pulsing energy from my head shoots down south. Her foot hits my dick and she plays with it, causing me to grunt against her. "Woah, a-are you hard again already?" she rasps out. "Flip around. I want your cock in my mouth again, but I want you to continue eating my cunt."

This woman is unlike any woman I've ever been with. I've never been with someone so bold and uninhibited in the bedroom before. It's so incredibly sexy I have no other choice but to flip my body. "I like it when you tell me what you want," I say before I bring my mouth back down to her center.

She lets out a hum as my dick slides into her mouth. The sensation is like a thousand watt voltage lighting up every nerve ending in my body. We're both moaning against each other. I'm continuing to lap up the essence flowing out of her, while Celeste continues to suck on my cock rapidly. Her tongue plays with the head and the feeling sends me to another realm of pleasure. I drive deeper into her. For a moment, she sounds like she's choking. I try pulling back, but she grabs my ass, her nails digging in, and presses me down further into her mouth.

Fuck, this woman knows exactly what she's doing. 

Her back arches again and her breaths through her nostrils become more rapid. Then she comes, her screams stifled by my cock in her mouth. Clamping down on my ass even more, she rides out her second orgasm of the night and my mind tucks away every sound and semblance of a sound into my memory bank. Her jaw slacks a little, but I continue to pump into her mouth for a moment, before pulling out.

My own release is nearing quickly. It's barely two milliseconds later when the tidal wave of pleasure overtakes my body and I start coming over her breasts, watching with wide-eyed reverence as if it's the closing scene in an Oscar winning film. The thick liquid travels down the top slopes of her breasts to her neck, creating a beautiful pearl necklace that the protagonist of the movie wears with pride. Fuck it's incredible.

I collapse beside her, unable to hold myself up anymore. My whole body is spent from euphoria. We're both breathing hard as we tilt our heads toward each other. The corners of her mouth quirk up while a smile starts pulling at my lips. Soon, we both are smiling at each other, and then I laugh in disbelief. "This is crazy, Celeste."

"Crazy tends to find me," she says in a raspier voice, like the last however many minutes have taken an even greater toll on her vocal cords.

"I believe that." I slowly flip over on the ground so I'm facing her directly, and instantly melt back into the carpet when I lay next to her. She's positively glowing so brightly my eyes begin to sting, but I keep my gaze fixed on her. I lean over to pull a matted strand of hair away from her forehead and then crash back down. "I can't believe we just did that though. I haven't even kissed you yet."

"You kissed my other lips."

A huff of air escapes my nostrils in a laugh. "Not the set I was referring to."

"Kissing is overrated."

"Mmm." I pause to take in more of her beauty and revel in the blissful haze my body is in right now. "I disagree. Kissing is life changing," I say with a touch of humor. "Maybe you just haven't been kissed by the right person."

She smirks for a moment, but it slowly fades as soon as she looks to the ceiling. I study her profile and my heart starts to ache. What is going through her mind?

"Maybe" is all she replies.

"Can I take you out on a date, Celeste?" I ask as soberly as I can.

The side of her cheek drops back to the floor as she looks at me. Her eyebrows raise. "A date?"

I nod in response.

A gulp moves over her throat. "Isn't that..." she pauses and shifts her lips, "I don't know, a little serious?" The ache in my heart grows and she must see a confused expression on my face when she adds, "I mean, we're not trying to complicate things here."

"I think we both know that things are already complicated after what we just did."

She sits up, her boobs bouncing in the process and her chest glistening under the warm glow of my bedside lamp. Her knees bend and she leans forward, resting her head against them. "Exactly. That's why we don't need to complicate things more than they already are. Let's just leave it at level one complicated. A date is like level four complicated."

My chest tightens. I sit up and adjust my boxers to cover myself. She must be teasing. "No way. What we just did was level eight complicated at least. Level four is like meeting the family. And level one is definitely a date. So let's take a step back and start there."

She's quiet, like she's deep in thought, and the haze I'm in starts rapidly disappearing. I scratch at my cheek. "Do you not want to go on a date with me?"

Her lips tuck in before she grabs her denim shorts, and then starts shimmying them up her legs. A swarm of unspoken thoughts splash across her shifting, concerned face, making my heart sink. I'm about to tell her to say her thoughts out loud when finally she says, "Marc, I'm not really the dating type of girl." She stands up and grabs her top, throwing it over herself. It immediately sticks to her skin and I frown. I wanted to take my time washing myself off of her in my private bathroom.

I stand up and all I can say is a cool "What?"

"Whatever you think I am, I'm not. I don't think I'm the type of girl you need. In fact, I know I'm not the type of girl you need."

I scan her face to see if I can detect any hint of humor. I don't and heat starts pulsing through my bloodstream. "'The type of girl I need?' What are you talking about?"

She crosses her arms. "C'mon Marc. You can see it. I can see it."

It's like she's speaking a different language right now. "Sorry, see what, Celeste?"

She sighs and the frown she's wearing softens. "I'm just a nobody, from nowhere. And you're...you." She unhooks her arms and for the briefest of moments glassiness covers over her eyes. My stomach falls as her words register. "You need someone who's good and kind and..." she runs a hand through her hair before continuing, "and I don't know what else. And that's sure as fuck not me."

Coldness hits my core and my skin starts to tingle. She's acting like she's not all those things she mentioned—good, kind, and literally everything else that I can't get enough of from her. I get we come from different places in life financially, but why should that matter? I clench my fists. It's like I'm back in the courtroom and Celeste is a prosecutor spewing some bullshit argument. "Celeste, you're not making any sense. I'm telling you I want you. I want to take you out on a date, and buy you flowers, and tell you how goddamn beautiful and amazing you are. That sound good?" I add in a lighter tone to try to convey how uncomplicated the idea truly is.

She fidgets and crosses an arm over her stomach. "N-no, it wouldn't pan out the way you think. You might think you want me but you don't really."

"What the-? Yes I do. Don't put words in my mouth that aren't true."

"It's not just that! You're my fucking boss too. It wouldn't be right for us to do that sort of thing!" she says curtly.

"Then what the fuck did we just do?" My pulse is raging, but I'm trying hard to keep the anger at bay. I've had years of practice in front of a jury, but right now, it feels like I'm losing a very important case in the most chaotic way.

"Marc, you don't have to do and say all this!" Her voice is louder as if she's the one upset now. Why the hell is she upset? "You don't owe me anything after what we just did! We can both agree that we were just trying to scratch the itch—get whatever this is out of our systems."

Her words are like needles piercing my heart. Is that all this is to her? Just sex? My mind flashes over to our conversations which are always covered by something sexual. Oh my God. Is that it for her? She just wants to fuck around?

"This isn't just that for me, Celeste. I don't want to just fuck around with you!" Her eyes widen and she shifts on her feet. She doesn't respond and more pin-pricks of pain cover my heart. I take a deep breath to try to cool down. "I'm just asking for one date. It's not going to kill you. And as for me being the boss thing, we'll figure it out together. One step at a time."

"I-, uh." She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand and looks at me like I'm an anomaly in a scientific experiment. "When you said you needed to 'figure things out' earlier today, you were trying to decide whether to fuck me." She says it as more of a statement than a question.

"What? No, I didn't mean that at all! Fuck, Celeste, I've never felt this way about anyone in my entire life. Don't get me wrong, I do want part of that, but I don't just want that!"

Her eyes grow wider. My mind backtracks over every word spoken between us. How could it just be sex between us after the way she cares for me and the girls?

Has it all been one sided though? Does she feel cared for by me at all?

"A-are you going to fire me if I tell you that I can't possibly do more than what we just did?" she asks, her tone clipped.

My very core starts to ache. She's rejecting me before we've even started anything. "Jesus. No, of course not, Celeste," I say softly.

She nods and steps to the door, like she can't stand being in here a second longer. "It's getting late. I should get going." I step toward her, but she bounces back like a spooked bird. "Goodnight, Marc," she says before turning away and leaving my mind racing.

I thought we were on the same page.

It turns out, we're not even in the same fucking book.