Chapter 2: you're my favorite

Marcelo gathered the rich dark locks of hair in his hands in an attempt to get it off Anaya's neck. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he stared at her exposed slender neck and bare shoulders. The dress she wore was a short honey-toned off-shouldered dress that blended pretty well with her skin. The dress was Made out of a silk fabric with the back laced. When she had worn it earlier with her hair down, she looked ethereal and adorable but now that her long curls weren't covering her back, she looked like a little siren seductress that was out to steal Marcelo's breath and drive him insane with need.

Marcelo internally reprimanded himself to behave well and keep his hands to himself but it didn't seem to be working, those hands of his wanted to hold her or rather, needed to hold her. Taking the key chain from its box, he put it around her neck as slowly as possible, memorizing every line, every dip, and every curve on her exposed body. He didn't even realize that he had begun to caress her skin after clasping the chain around her neck, it was only after he heard a soft moan that he realized what he was doing but at that moment, he was long gone. Anaya had successfully awakened the sleeping lion in him.

Bending over, he ran the tip of his nose along her neck and down to her shoulders taking in her scent, Anaya moaned in appreciation as she leaned into his arms. When he got to the laced part of the bodice, he left soft kisses on each of the lacing gaps while simultaneously Tracing imagined shapes on them. Tugging at the lacing ribbon he asked her politely

"May I ?"

"Mmmm"

She nodded and Marcelo pulled at the string, unlacing it ever so carefully. When he was done, the fabric fell off her skin leaving her torso bare. Her breast that had just started developing was hanging out in the open as she didn't wear a bra underneath. Marcelo resumed caressing her back as his warm palms slowly made their way to her breast

" You smell so good, Anaya "

She was about to reply when he squeezed her breast softly and the words left her mouth replacing them with a gasp

"Ahhh...ah "

Marcelo slowly rubbed his hands over her breasts, occasionally squeezing them or tugging at her hardened nipple. Speaking of hardened body parts, he could feel his member pulsating in between his legs, and the need to go faster crossed his mind. Getting up, he tugged at Anaya's hand and she joined him on her feet as her dress gilded down her feet

"You're beautiful "

Marcelo muttered as his eyes raked over her body. Apart from the black thong she had on, she was naked. Resting her hand on his chest he mouthed

"Undressed me"

Anaya got straight to work. The only difference between the both of them was that's where Marcelo was taking his precious time, Anaya was rushing it. After several attempts at undoing his shirt button, she finally settled on ripping it off

" Easy kitten"

He chuckled as he watched her trying desperately to rip his shirt apart

" Who makes such clothes.... What sort of thread do they even use!?"

She asked annoyingly as she finally ripped the shirt apart. Marcelo was speechless, the girl was seriously gonna complain about nicely made clothes at such a time

" The shirt was my favorite"

"I thought I was your favorite?"

Anaya asked as she slipped the shirt off his body. She bit her bottom lip as she stared up at him. Earlier, she had noticed that he had grown taller and now she realized he was more ripped and tanned

" You're not my favorite..... it's just you, has always been and will always be"

Marcelo replied as he took her lips in his. The kiss started as a slow one, with Marcelo slowly sliding in and out of her mouth but in less than a minute, it became urgent. Anaya's hands found their way to his pants, She undid them so fast Marcelo didn't even notice. It was when she broke off the kiss and attempted to go down on him that Marcelo realized what she was planning to do. He immediately stopped her

" Wait, allow me to pleasure you, don't be in such a hurry kitten"

Picking her up, he walked to the bed and dropped her in the middle. His hands found her opening and slowly, he rubbed it through the fabric

" Ahhh...my...Ma..rcel"

" Yes, that's my girl"

Marcelo complimented on the use of his name. He kept rubbing slowly and Anaya would move her hips to meet his hands. Leaning in, he smelt her down there and groaned as his dick twitched. Sliding off the thong, he ran his tongue over her labia, and this time Anaya cursed. He raised his head to look at her with a grin plastered on his face

" Kitten, do not turn a tiger on me"

He teased as she blushed. Parting her legs, she gestured for Marcelo to keep going and he did as told. He resumed his actions with his tongue in her vagina fucking her while simultaneously massaging her breast and her vulva. Lewd sounds could be heard from her lips as she continued panting and trashing herself on the bed and when she came, Marcelo stopped his actions and took her lips in his mouth instead. Anaya was frustrated but she didn't let it get to her, he took her in his arms as he deepened the kiss and Anaya began to rock slowly underneath him, It started slowly but Marcelo picked up the pace. Moan and pants could be heard all over the room as the two rocked themselves to ecstasy and Anaya came for the second time that night.

"I can't hold it in any longer"

Marcelo panted out as he reached for the bedpost to get a condom, tearing the sachet, he brought down his Shorts and put them on. When Anaya was back to her senses, she was greeted by a large raging Dick and before she could even understand what was happening, he had thrust into her hard and deep. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the tightness that surrounded him but was brought back to reality by the muffled cry underneath him

"Shit, your still a virgin"

Marcelo cursed and immediately, he felt his dick fall and slip out of her. Getting up from the bed, he entered the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Anaya looked down at herself and the sob she was holding in poured out. After minutes of bawling her eyes out, she got up from the bed and moved toward the bathroom

"Marcelo... Marcel?!"

She called out while knocking but there wasn't any answer. After trying three more times, she gave up and began to put on her clothes. Looking at herself in the mirror she felt irritated by the person in front of her. Gianni had warned her but she wouldn't listen, the man wasn't good for her. picking up her bag she walked out of the room. When she got downstairs, she went in search of Gianni so they could leave together. She found her resting on Marshall's body in the same spot they were sitting in earlier but this time they had company. It was a bunch of guys that were friends with Marcelo

" Gini we need to go, it's getting late"

" You girls can stay here for the night"

Marshall suggested since it was late and Gini who had driven them down there was drunk

" No thanks, we'll manage back on our own."

" I'm not going back with you Ana......I want to stay right here with my Marshall, at least he loves me"

" Fine, you can stay but I'm going back home"

"Fine by me"

she commented with a huff as she lay back down on Marshall

" Hold on, let me get someone to drop her off

Marshall suggested before getting.

" That won't be necessary, I can find my way back myself"

" You can join me, I'm heading home and I can drop you off on my way back "

Dorian a tall blondie volunteered. He was dressed in a black silk shirt paired with nude khaki pants. His pale blue eyes gleamed when he smiled at her lightly and Anaya couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. She had always thought he was a very handsome man and if not for the huge crush she had on Marcelo she would probably be groveling at his feet. Dorian had always been the nice guy, he was the only friend of Marcelo who was nice to her, and weird enough he always seemed to be there to help whenever Marcelo was being a bastard

" That won't be necessary, I'll get someone else to drop her off"

Marshall replied, fending off the help offered.

" Dorian, our houses are far apart and I wouldn't want to inconvenience you"

" I was going to get a few things from the supermarket along your street so it's nothing "

" Alright, if you say so"

" But Ana..."

Marshall was about to disagree when he was stopped by the blurting of a drunk Gianni

" Maaarshallll stop your whining and come over here, Anaya's in safe hands. I mean we all know Dorian can be trusted and I trust him even better than I trust your brother."

Marshall gave out an exasperated huff as he glanced at Gianni, she always had a Habit of saying too much when she was drunk and this was one of those many times. The awkwardness and tension after she spoke were heavy, causing the remaining visitors to take their leave. Marshall had to see them to the door while Dorian assisted a protesting Gianni to Marshall's room. Marshall had insisted that Anaya helped her cousin but the two girls refused almost immediately, one of them dreading the thought of going upstairs while the other didn't want to be helped by a selfish and inconsiderate cousin. As the two people made their way up the stairs, Anaya decided to sit on the steps outside while waiting for Dorian.

Seeing her all alone, Marshall raced up the stairs to find his brother. He barged into the room without even knocking and found his brother smoking on the balcony

" I thought you said you stopped"

" I did but I'm at it again "

" Did you two argue or something?"

" We didn't argue, I just messed things up..... just as I usually do"

"Again!???"

Marshall asked with a terrible expression on his face

" Yes, again"

" Well newsflash, thanks to your always messing up countless times, you're going to lose her to Dorian...FOREVER "

Marshall told him emphasizing the last word. He pointed down at Anaya who was seated all alone on the steps in front of the house. Marcelo's heart squeezed and for a split second he felt like going down there to join her but the thoughts were immediately crushed when he saw Dorian walking towards her. She stood up when she noticed he was there, he smiled softly at her while whispering something into her ear and she nodded at him. Marcelo could feel his grip on the railings tighten while watching but he chose to remain rooted he squeezed his eyes shut to calm himself down and opened it when he felt better. When he opened his eyes, Dorian had walked off into the distance and Anaya was rooted in front of the house with her arms tightly wrapped around her little body. A black sports car stopped in front of her and Dorian stepped out with a jacket in his hands, he draped it over her shoulders before guiding her to the passenger seat and opening the door for her. Anaya glanced up at Marcelo's room one more time and their eyes met in the darkness. She held his gaze for a split second before looking away and entering into the car. Closing the door, Dorian looked up at Marcelo's room but whoever was there before was long gone, getting in his car, he zoomed off into the distance.