Mark's lips call Tammy's attention. When he desires her kiss, his aura pulls her in, and Tammy genuinely can feel his passion for her. The open buttons of his crisp dress shirt show all his tattoos, littering his neck and chest. Mark is close enough to see the freckles that dust his nose lightly.

Tammy opens her legs as Mark occupies the space between them. Chewing thoughtfully,
on her bottom lip, her eyes meet Mark's as he hovers above, on his knees, and rubbing her thighs. His touch feels cherishing, and her body hums in response to the feel of his skin on her own.

Mark places her hand on the buttons of his shirt. He helps her take the first button from the loop. He studies her profile. Tammy's fingers are numbly taking the button down, the shirt off. Tammy, happy to see the familiar tattoos and a black tank top. Her hands smooth over his arms and feel the muscle ripple beneath warm, smooth flesh.

This is them yearning to be as close as they can become. This is them indulging in trauma, emotions and igniting those emotions with physical desperation that neither can tell is extreme.

Every position and act is a physical manifestation of one saying, 'please stay, 'give me all, 'need me,' and just other deep voids being exposed and crying out for someone you don't know. Someone you shouldn't need. They aren't a good choice for each other.

Mark's behavior is still erratic. He's still here and there. Tammy's trying to understand that things aren't normal. She's trying to understand he has obligations, and she has them too, but she can't stop what she believes she feels for him. Every time he's gone, she tells herself she will get out of this, but when Mark returns, she just yearns to drown in him.

There is a primal call causing something to ache and throb deep within Tammy's core. Mark tells her with beautiful words and performs skillful and tactical acts that he won't relent on pleasuring her until he feels secure in own her. Until he feels she's back to a place, he controls her.

When they touch one another, it's precisely where it hurts and how to massage it better. Sex with one another makes everything glow and warm. It's been that way with drugs and without. It's been that way sober and inebriated. They can't stay away.

It is a euphoria that makes the world melt away, except for being one with each other.

Everything is in agreement and everything on the table. Tammy doesn't need to hide from him in lust. Mark doesn't judge her, he just sees her, and he makes her feel so beautiful. No one has ever made her feel wonderful. Mark is going to take everything she gives, like this greedily.

"I need you again, " Mark sensually remarks near her lips. His breath is teasing and minty fresh. "Say I can have you again." He kisses a trail to her ear.

Tammy shivers, and her eyes close in the assault of chemical reactions throughout her body. It's always so instant with him. He is the fantasy. He is the standard.

"I told you, you can always have me. Just, we have to be smart. If we need protection...we need it. " She tries to bring up the conversation that needs to be had. They haven't used protection.

Mark's lips are already capturing her now exposed nipples. Her nipples are ripe with desire and stiff, puffy, and puckered. "I haven't even thought about wanting anyone else."

His hand slips into her leggings, tracing her wet slit. Mark watches his hand move under the masking material. He imagines her flesh becoming swollen and moist as he feels slickness with his fingers and becomes enthralled with her sexual expression. He touches her as though he has her body memorized. He rubs on her but not to orgasm.

Mark is skilled.

He has spoken lightly of having been very active from a younger age. He hasn't ever given numbers, but Tammy assumes he was too young to be having any sex. He slides the leggings down her thick thighs.

Tammy meant that he could have her body. It is another blurry agreement. She wasn't in the actual position to tell him no, not that she could think to.

In her mind, it's better being one person's whore than being passed around. Being Mark's whore isn't a challenging task, but she's worried that neither one of them are built for any emotions.

Mark immediately goes to taste her. His hands are gripping her thighs as he licks, slurps, and sucks her like she was his last meal before execution. Her thick thighs trembling and her womb leaping with a quickening in earth-shattering orgasms.

He uses one hand to hold her now stimulated and puffy folds open. Mark then lavishes her bud with careful and deliberate attention. Tammy watches him enjoy licking and sucking on her. He gently nibbles the length of her throbbing clit and vaginal lips.

The white lightning orgasm is sudden. Mark doesn't stop suckling until her spasms stop. His lips moved back up her body. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," Tammy's voice was barely a whisper.

Mark hears the green light and gobbles up her consent by covering her swollen lips with his own. He kissed her fiercely, and Tammy began to become breathless.

"It'll be good, I promise." Mark is rubbing the swole tip of his thick phallus against her moist flesh.

Each slow caress from his thick precumming head sends flutters in her stomach. Something turns her on, imagining the beading liquid of his desire coating her sex. They kiss sweetly. He isn't going to take her roughly. Sometimes he can be a little too rough.

"You might think it's bullshit but want you all the time." Mark's eyes are closed as he begins to move within her.

His eyes are closed as he imagines where he wants to touch her inside. He wants to make her feel needed, and he needs to feel she can't be without him. He's big, but it isn't the biggest she's had or any discomfort. They still have to take a little time to fit him in. Tammy feels the strokes begin to gain more friction and moves to the slow pace he's set.

"Mmmm" The moan escapes her throat.

She doesn't hear whatever Mark says next. . .

Opening, her legs wider as Mark can now slide all his inches in her greedy hole.
Taking Mark into her secret space feels like serene drowning.

The way they fell together into one supernatural mind and feeling. She can feel how good this is to him. Her walls squeeze his member, and her arms embrace him, fingers entangled in hair, She cradles Mark, and he slowly becomes lost into her.

Sometimes, it's like that with him. Sometimes it's not about the physical feeling. There are times when he's within her, but he doesn't do anything but kiss her, touch her, and sometimes hold her. This time, he seems to be seeking a similar comfort in this act.

Mark kisses Tammy again, one hand gripping her hip the other tangled in her hair. She can't move her head left or right from his grip. Sometimes he's a little rough, but it feels just right as he forces her face to an angle he likes to look at.

She realized that he didn't force her to face him because he wanted her eye contact. Mark gets off on watching pleasure and maybe sometimes pain in her expressions. The way he watches her throughout makes her feel too intimate and as though he's very focused on her.

His strokes were long and slow before having become short and deep in a languid pace. It's like he was utterly having a spiritual experience looking for something profound inside of her, not even focused on orgasm.

She watches his expression and feels good to be able to do this with him and experience this. He smiles at her before kissing her lips.

Alexei

To describe his mood, Alexei doesn't believe he could, quite accurately. He didn't know what words fit, but he knew it is a negative feeling. He is old enough to know he feels jealousy. He has been around enough to know he wants Tammy in the way that's so old to menkind and womenkind. He wishes he could pinpoint what's making him have a crush on her.

Alexei genuinely hadn't felt a connection, or attraction, to anyone in such a long time. He isn't the sort to go around falling in love and has a complicated complex with his lust. Either way, he isn't known as a womanizer or pleasure seeker.

Alexei hasn't been able to resist watching the camera within Tammy's room. In the weeks, he has become addicted to watching, the tangible beauty, in moments of unaware abandonment.

Tammy draws and reads. She watches a lot of documentaries. He catches her in moments where he realizes that Tammy isn't healthy with her sexual relationship. She masturbates too often and for too long.

Watching the cameras became a daily treat, where Alexei says, I'll just look in on her, and not the action has spiraled to compulsion. He needs to see what Tammy is randomly doing.

Alexei has watched her beauty routine from showering and moisturizing her hair. He has watched her lightly exercise. Alexei has seen her body exposed, and he's witnessed herself, please. He didn't watch her, but he looked for a moment.

It is sexy seeing her in that position, but that isn't what has done it for Alexei. He fell for the abandonment and unrestraint lavish domination of her own body. Something about her is just sensual, and when she is sexual, it's potent.

Alexei is currently making an appearance with his girlfriend'. He just wants to see Tammy. It has nothing to do with their arrangement or his branding her. Although he's so satisfied knowing the mark it there.

When they are in a room together, and their eyes meet, the secret looms betwixt them and weaves their awareness together. He can feel her without touching her. Tammy's anxious. She's cool. She's everything triggering. She's so very triggering.

Tammy keeps out of sight, so she thinks, in the room assigned to her. He could have access to her whenever he likes but the way he's crushing on her needs to be resolved. This isn't the time to have a crush. He's too old to have a crush, and Tammy's not the right person to have one on, not for someone like himself.

Alexei views the live feed playing.

Alexei clears his throat, subtle, and takes a sip of water. He almost forgot the public setting and his company. He needs to make sure he doesn't allow his thoughts or emotions to be acknowledged by anyone, and at the same time, he needs to understand them.

He needs to stop watching the screen, but he can't look away. It feels good to watch. Alexei likes what he sees but, at the same time, is disturbed. He's seen her alone, and he's thought about her and Mark. Seeing them together now, they seem magical together.

A mixture of jealousy, shock, and arousal pulsing through him as he takes in the couple. Tammy's thick thighs wrap around Mark's waist, with her back arched. Her right arm over her hand gripping the pillow behind her, and her left hand in her mouth in an attempt to quiet herself.

Alexei watches Mark move Tammy's hand, placing it on the side of his face and kissing her deeply. He has witnessed Mark with people. Seeing Mark with Tammy like this makes him feel ashamed and sick.

Yet, Alexei can't stop watching.

He's in utter awe with their bodies meld together and rolling in sync. They are fluid with one another's movements, needs, and the realization crushes something in Alexei. He realizes, with witnessing this intimate moment, that Tammy means more to Mark than what is discovered. Alexei knows more of the story now but still wonders what Tammy has done to win the trust of his cousin.

Mark and himself were not easy to open up to women.

Mark is a charming playboy but a user. Mark doesn't genuinely hold relationships, and Cookie had been more of a business partner, best friend, and fuck buddy. No one would say the two were in love. Maybe at times, Cookie was in love with Mark.

Alexei knew, at least that much, about his cousin very well because of shared experiences. Mark is different from Alexei in that Mark pretends to be vulnerable, and Alexei finds trust and intimacy hard to face. Mark is a smooth player. Women quickly find out they dont know him well at all, and his heart is always guarded. Alexei knows Mark couldn't fake being with Tammy this way.

This woman is deep in his cousin's head, and for a moment, his heart worries for Mark. Mark nor Alexei can withstand an actual heartbreak neither are healed from Cassandra. This woman didn't know how dangerous her game was.

Tammy can't play with Mark's emotions.

What Alexei is witnessing causes him to further distrust but crush harder on Tammy. What Alexei sees on the screen, her wild abandonment, the way Tammy drowns in making love to Mark, as though Mark owns her very soul.

Yet, Tammy offered to betray Mark.

Alexei knows that she made that agreement in some altered state. He doesn't know her or all about her but, Tammy is confusing. It makes Alexei ponder if Tammy is capable of crossing him double. She isn't capable of being loyal to herself.

Soon enough, he'll have to confront Tammy about that night they crossed paths. He hasn't witnessed her in the same behavior as that fateful night. Alexei is curious as to what will trigger that altered state in her. He's interested because he's wondering if they are the same.

The truth is, Tammy has to survive.

He read the report on her and knows more about why she's with Mark. Alexei does feel sympathetic, but at the same time, he needs his plans to work out. Maybe Tammy fucking Mark is an attempt to ensure she will be fine during her captivity. Maybe her fucking Mark is a game, and she's into breaking hearts. However, from what he's seeing, perhaps the two are falling in love?

Alexei pockets the device and watches his "girlfriend" return to their table.

One fucked up thought going through his mind, Alexei isn't about to let Mark be happy.

They have a fucked up rivalry, strong hate, and consuming love for one another. Although Alexei would never want to admit it aloud, he knows that he still cares about Mark. He still doesn't wish for the worse for him, but he can't let Mark have such a great thing as love.

One moment changed their lives forever. Mark took the love of Alexei's life and gotten her pregnant. Alexei felt an impulse to ruin whatever happiness Mark would find with Tammy, the same way Mark had destroyed Alexei's only joy in his life so far.

He's going to have Tammy for himself. His mind is made up.