Caught Between Two

Liv's POV

I was nervous about going over to Marcel's house, especially since Harry was going to be there. We got in an argument, and I told him that I never wanted to see him again.

But look where I am now. Cold, standing by a street lamp, waiting for Marcel to come pick me up.

And the other reason why I'm nervous is because Marcel was acting weird today. Like, he's usually calm and gentle. But today, he was a total asshole and he kept on cussing people out when they really didn't need it. So... I'm actually kind of scared.

Then Marcel pulled up, in Harry's car? I got in and sighed, looking at Marcel.

He was, dressed darkly. He had on a leather jacket, his hair wasn't even slicked back. He looked more like an older version of Harry. I know their twins, but he looked ever better than Harry did.

He didn't even say a word, and he just drove away. I didn't know if I should've said something, or if I should've just left him alone until we got to his house.

I went to say something but he cleared his throat and shook his head. So I stayed quiet for the rest of the ride to his house. When we arrived, Harry was outside smoking a cigarette, and I didn't even bother to make eye contact with him when I walked up to the porch.

"You can handle things tonight, right?" He said to Marcel.

Marcel nodded his head, "Yeah. Go have a nice night by yourself. I've got everything covered here." Then Marcel grabbed my arm and we walked into the house.

We walked up to his room and I laid all my project materials on the desk beside the door. When Marcel closed the door, I swallowed and forced a smile.

"So I want to start off with making the poster board-" He walked up to me, and he was a little too close for comfort. "And then we can just start with the essay..." He was leaning in towards me, and I wanted to pull away, but his scent wanted me to stay.

"Touch me." He muttered and I put my hand on his forearm, making him smirk. "Don't touch me there," He grabbed my hand and pulled it towards his crotch, "Touch me here."

I shook my head, "We have to work on our project-" He let out a sigh, causing me to stop talking.

"Fine. Then I'll just touch you." He muttered and I looked up at him. He put his hand on my waist and pulled me towards him, just before his hand landed in between my legs. "Don't be scared, I won't hurt you that bad." He rubbed in between my legs before slowly unzipping my pants and smiling at me.

I gripped his shoulders and looked at him again. "I thought you were supposed to be my tutor tonight Marce." I said through a gasp.

"Well maybe I just want to give you more than school lessons." He muttered, and then his lips met mine.

He put his hands on my thighs and raised them to my torso, taking my shirt with them. He kicked his shoes off and groaned on my lips, as I slowly took his shirt off. He forced me to open my mouth, as he pushed his tongue inside, allowing himself to explore. He put his hands on my breasts and started to explore my body.

He slipped my pants off and pulled his lips from mine. His hand went in between my legs and his fingers started to trace the outline of my underwear.

But then he stopped and looked at me. His finger ran over my clit and I groaned with delight, but then he stopped again.

"Do you want this?" He asked. Damn, like he even had to ask.

I nodded my head eagerly and he chuckled. He slipped his finger inside me and started to thrust it up and down, immediately adding a second. Many moans escaped from my lips and he laughed with delight.

"You're close," He muttered, "I can tell." And with that statement, he pulled his finger out and took his pants off. "Now for the good part." He got down on his knees and put his head towards my sex, and slowly ran his tongue over my clit. "Mm what the hell girl?" He muttered when I pulled my fingers through his hair.

I couldn't help it. Joy, should not feel like this. Pfft, joy. More like overpowered lust. "Mmm I'm close." I whimpered and he stood back up, putting his lips to my ear.

"I'm not going to let you cum until my hard dick is inside of you." He rasped and I ran my hands down his back, making him kiss me again.

He grabbed my thighs and and lifted me up, sliding my things off of the desk and replacing me with it. He slipped my bra off, and placed his hands back on my breasts, making me moan again.

"Music to my ears..." He gave a greedy laugh, and slowly slipped my underwear off. After he slipped his off, he stood in front of me and smiled in a way that made me shudder. "You better get ready for this, because soon you'll be begging for me to stop."

I let out a shaky breath and he grabbed my thighs again, spreading my legs apart. And with that, he slid his length into me, and made me moan almost automatically.

"Oh a virgin, I see." How the hell could he possibly know all of this?

He started to thrust into me and I grabbed his shoulders, pulling his body into mine. It hurt so much, but the pain was admirable, and I wanted more of it.

He began to thrust harder, and tears stung my eyes.

"Cum for me baby girl." He whispered in my ear, putting his hands back on my thighs. I couldn't help it, so I did what he told me. "That's my girl..." He started to ride me slowly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him closer.

When his thrusts began to get sloppy, he stopped and pulled himself away from me. I slipped my underwear on and he handed me his tshirt, putting his underwear on.

"Let's go get a drink." He said, grabbing my hand and taking me downstairs and to the kitchen.

And I have to admit, I could barely walk. My thighs were stinging with pain and my hip bones were cursing me internally. But I continued to walk to the kitchen.

He opened the fridge and grabbed a six-pack of beer and a bottle of vodka. He popped open a bottle of beer for both of us and he raised it up.

"To making an A on this study project." Then he winked at me and hit his bottle against mine.

We drank to that and when he put his beer down, he pulled me towards him and engulfed my lips. I put my hand on the nape of his neck and he put his arms around my waist.

"Um, what the hell is this?" I pulled away from Marcel to see Harry standing at the door.

"We're studying for our project." Marcel smirked.

"Hmm." Harry mumbled and looked at me intently, probably looking at my undressed legs. "Hmm." He mumbled again, and grabbed a beer from the counter, taking it into the living room and sitting down. "Mmhmm." He growled when he took a sip of it.

I pulled away from Marcel, "How about we actually start on this project?" I started to walk up to his room, but he grabbed my arm, making me look at him.

"We're not starting on that project until you cum for me again." He rasped and a small smile appeared on my face as he chased me up the stairs.

Notes

Mmm. Sex with Marcel Styles? Yes ma'am. Indeed.
I think that this chapter really counted as two, so M, if you want to write the next you can.
Plus, this is going to be my last update until I come back from Christmas break. So I hope you enjoyed!
Comment, vote, and subscribe. It would be a great gift :) And, just to give my opinion. I am not good at writing smut. But if you liked it, I'm happy.
Thanks for everything and have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new year! -K. xx