Part IX

The big Latino had been locked in his bedroom with Elaine and they had kept up the fun over the night. Mark and Nuria fell asleep cuddling together on the couch, cradled by their friends’ wonderfully erotic moans and cries in pleasure.

Elaine and Valentino had exhausted each other, coming so hard it seemed even the foundation of the building was trembling under their feet in pure ecstasy.

Val leaned his face against Elaine’s neck and kissed her softly. Elaine shuddered, closing her eyes.

“Tell me you’re staying with me, Elaine.” Val nipped her ear lobe with his teeth as he breathed into her ear.

“Damn right…” Elaine breathed, moaning as he rotated his hips. “I’m not going anywhere, Valentino.”

“Good, because I want you here with me.” Val whispered as his lips spread in a huge silly grin.

“I want to stay here with you.” Elaine replied, stroking his arms up and down.

He closed his eyes and choked back a sob. He was sure he would explode with joy.

If Valentino Morales would die at that very second, he would do it being the happiest man on earth buried within Elaine’s warm body. She had given him more in a few hours than the rest of the chicks he had met over the years.

This wasn’t about a class assignment or even about sex anymore and Val’s heart skipped a beat to match Elaine’s heartbeats. He swallowed hard and got ready for the possibility of end up embarrassing himself, but Val didn’t care; he needed to say it.

“Elaine…” He whispered, his lips fully pressed against her ear. “I…I think I’m falling for you, mami…” Val shut his eyes and held his breath, fearing Elaine would laugh at his mushy words. Not likely.

Elaine’s eyes flew open and she buried her hands in Val’s hair, tilting his head back. Her gaze met his and she swallowed forcefully against an invisible knot that threatened to choke the life out of her trembling body.

Val opened his mouth to say something, though he wasn’t quite sure what, but Elaine’s fingers pressed gently against his sensual lips, silencing him. She then took a shaky breath and cupped his face in her hands, tracing slow gentle patterns over his cheeks with her thumbs.

“That makes two of us, then.” Elaine whispered, her eyes flickering to his as her lips spread in the most beautifully radiant smile he had seen ever.

Val let out the air he had been holding with a ragged sigh and laughed nervously. He had never had a girlfriend before though that was going to change pretty fast. His dick twitched within Elaine’s core and she giggled.

Damn! He wasn’t kidding about his high level of stamina and she couldn’t wait to test it yet again and again and again.

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Mark looked down at the woman sleeping in his arms and a silly grin spread across his lips. Damn! What a night! His cock hurt after such sexual marathon. He couldn’t believe his luck. And to think he had been cursing his dad because of this damn assignment…

Shaking his head a little, Mark chuckled. If he would have known how his Friday night was going to end, he would have kissed his dad’s feet, endlessly grateful for pairing him with Nuria. Damn! He was a lucky bastard.

Moans coming from Val’s bedroom pulled Mark out of his thoughts. His best friend was another lucky fucker.

Never underestimate the benefit of a good fuck, especially early in the morning. Mark grinned, chuckling at his own thoughts.

Nuria stirred a little and pressed her naked body to Mark, sighing, contented. He smiled down at her and slid his hand up, drawing lazy circles on her soft back. He couldn’t stop watching her; she looked like an angel sleeping in his arms.

The phone ringing pulled him out of his trance and, stretching his torso, he reached for the offending thing. A stream of obscenities escaped his lips when he felt a stab of pain cursing through his inner ass muscles. Shit! Val had kept his promise, he had been gentle but still it had felt weird to be at the receiving end. He had to pay him back though.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, but Mark wasn’t sure what had caused him to come that hard anymore. Val’s dick furiously tapping his prostate, watching Elaine and Nuria eating each other out like there wasn’t a tomorrow or both girls sucking him at once.

“Yeah,” he answered, feeling his cock getting hard just thinking about the vision that spread in his mind.

At the other side of the line, the nasal voice of Stephanie De Angelo greeted him and Mark frowned.

Funny how until that very second he hadn’t realized what an unpleasantly pitched voice the goddess of the campus had, and he found the sound almost exasperating.

Mark had grown accustomed in record time to Nuria’s smoky voice; it was enthralling and exciting, nothing to do with this annoying nasal noise, buzzing in his ears.

“Yeah, well, I’m glad you’re done with the class assignment but you see? I’m far from being done with mine, babe.” Mark’s velvety voice replied. A pause and then he continued. “Monday? I don’t think I’ll be free…hm-mm….sorry, Stephanie but I’m thinking I’m going to be busy at least until the end of the semester.” He explained, watching Nuria’s sleeping form cuddle against him. “I gotta go, bye.”

Mark hung up the phone and tilted his head to one side, staring at Nuria. She sighed softly and slowly her eyes fluttered open.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Mark whispered, bending his head, kissing her lips.

“Mmmmm, my sweet prince…” Nuria replied, stroking his scruffy head.

Mark captured her mouth in a soul-shattering kiss as he envisioned himself riding a white steed wearing a dark red frock coat with Nuria sitting between his legs dressed in a breathtaking turquoise dress.

Oh, yeah!

She was a virginal damsel and he was a brave knight who had kidnapped her from a convent where her father had locked her to prevent any man from seeing her breathtaking beauty.

No! Better yet!

He was the leader of a band of thieves that robbed the rich to give the poor; kind of like Robin Hood but without those tight pants, and Nuria was a rich damsel who had gone out to ride in her carriage.

“Mark…”

Damn! She had known him in one second flat and even though at first she had been scared, Nuria had descended from her obscenely ornamented carriage to face him.

Wait, even better yet.

He was a pirate! Yeah, a brave pirate known among all the seven seas and Nuria had been on her way to meet her future husband. Her marriage had been a pact in advance and she was very unhappy because she didn’t love that fucker at all. He had boarded her ship and he had captured her, making Nuria his willing captive to do whatever he wanted to do with her.

“Mark…”

Oh damn! He could hear her voice, pleading for mercy as her eyes were sparkling with unveiled lust. Yeah! The lovely lady had fallen for the intrepid pirate just after two seconds; she wanted him as much as he wanted her but she wouldn’t give in to him that easily. He had first to gain her heart and soul before he claimed her body.

“Mark!”

Mark blinked fast and found Nuria straddling his hips, giggling, a knowing expression written all over her face. Crap! He had done it yet again and Mark grinned mischievously.

He wasn’t embarrassed at all because he had been caught daydreaming, much less when he was creating within his mind a whole fantasy world in which he was with her and her alone.

“I hope you were dreaming of me.” Nuria teased him, rocking lightly her hips against his hard on.

Mark grinned. “Oh, yeah, I was a pirate and you were my captive, a willing captive of course and I was about to make you mine.” He whispered lifting her hips up and positioning himself at her warm opening.

He could felt Nuria was already wet just thinking about the endless possibilities that fantasy may offer to both of them.

“Hmmm, how about I play the pirate and you are my captive?” She asked as slowly she sunk down, impaling herself on his silky shaft, moaning aloud. She couldn’t have enough of him.

Mark groaned, closing his eyes for a brief moment, enjoying the way her inner muscles were enveloping him; they fit perfectly as if they had been made for each other.

“Mmmmmm….will you turn me into your sex slave?” Mark whispered, grinning. “I wouldn’t mind too much to be tied up to one of the bed post of your cabin, milady.” He chuckled, waggling his eyebrows as his beautiful chocolate brown eyes sparkled like stars.

Nuria rolled her eyes, shaking her head, and smiling widely, she encircled his neck with her arms.

“As you wish, milord.” She whispered huskily and then closed the distance between their lips, kissing him deeply.

Mark Sinclair Vincent wasn’t a brainless mass of muscles and he sure as hell wasn’t a retard either. But damn! He was a geek; a sweet cute kinky one, but still a geek.

THE END

NJRD May 2007