Alec and Bisto were both fast asleep when we arrived back at the flat, completely unbothered by the fireworks outside and unaware that we had returned. Relieved that Bisto had not panicked amidst the loud noises, Markus had quickly ushered me towards his bedroom, determined to leave the two of them undisturbed.

I was now sitting on the edge of Markus' bed, in only a towel. He'd banned us both from his bed until we'd showered, adamant that he didn't want his bedsheets to reek of bonfire. I'd gone first, not bold enough to suggest we shower together. I'd only had one drink tonight, and the thought of exposing myself to Markus under the bright lights of the bathroom seemed terrifying. It was different to be so vulnerable with someone in the dark and in the heat of the moment.

While I waited for Markus to finish in the bathroom, Roman had been texting me a chain of drunken nonsense that I'd tried in vain to decipher, until finally his messages had stopped and I could only assume he had passed out or Lynch had confiscated his phone.

I was still in that same position - hunched over my phone - when Markus returned, a deep blue towel wrapped around his waist. It was clear he had taken little to no time to dry himself before leaving the bathroom. His hair was still drenched, and his skin flushed as droplets of water rolled down his tattooed chest. His skin, still damp, glistened under the hazy, warm lighting from a single lamp on his bedside table.

Like me, he must have forgotten to take his clothes into the bathroom.

My phone fell from my fingers and hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud as I appraised him shamelessly, my eyes fixed on the small patch of dark hair just above the towel hanging low on his hips. Fuck me. He has to know what he's doing, exhibiting himself like that. He has to know the effect he has on me.

"I thought you were getting dressed," Markus broke the silence, his voice thick.

"I was," I said, clearing my throat, forcibly dragging my eyes upwards to meet his. It thrilled me to realise that he too was affected by my near nudity, noticeable by the intensity I recognised in his unwavering gaze. "I was... distracted."

Markus hummed low in the back of his throat, slowly closing the distance between us until I was forced to arch my neck to look up at him. I gulped, wide eyed and breathing heavily. He was so close to me now that I could feel the heat from his shower still pulsing from his skin.

One of his large hands settled on the side of my face, and he grazed his thumb across my lower lip. I leaned into his touch as a shudder racked through me.

"And now? Are you still distracted?" My lips parted and his thumb pushed into my mouth. A noise, half moan, half exhale, escaped him as my tongue grazed against it. Fuck, that was hot.

I was barely aware of my own actions as my palm rested against his thick thigh. I sucked on his thumb as my hand pushed beneath his towel and wrapped around him. He was hot and quickly hardening in my grasp, and a curse tore from his lips as I squeezed him gently.

"Are you?" I teased back, a pulse of excitement rushing through me at the visible effect I had on him.

My hand moved around him, and Markus hissed as my thumb brushed the head of his dick. The towel around his hips loosened against my movements until it fell away to the floor and revealed his growing erection. I felt powerful as I leaned forward slowly, eyes locked on his, and placed a delicate kiss against his head. Markus' lips parted in a deep exhale, as if he had been holding his breath.

His gaze remained fixed on me as I licked him from base to tip, and when my tongue pressed to the sensitive spot on the underside of his dick, his hand shot to my head and a quiet groan tore from his lips. "Fuck, Dais." He gripped my hair, but it was me who was in control when I opened my mouth and took the first few inches. With shallow bobs, I sucked only the tip while my hand pumped steadily at the base.

He moved against me, tiny jerks of his hips at first, as if it were subconscious, until he was thrusting in and out of my mouth in deep, slow strokes, the hand at the back of my head guiding me. I gripped the back of his thighs and concentrated on my breathing as he pumped in and out of my mouth, groaning his pleasure.

I glanced up at him, surprised to find he had still been watching me all this time. When our eyes met, his grip tightened in my hair. I moaned against him, and something about the vibration of my voice must have been pleasurable because seconds later Markus moaned my name and thrust too far into the back of my throat.

Instantly, his hold on my hair slackened, and I pulled back, my eyes watering.

"Shit, sorry," Markus apologised, breathing heavy. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," I said, coughing. My cheeks flushed with heat. "I didn't completely hate it."

Markus blinked at me. "Does gagging on my dick get you hot?"

"Just a little bit. Why, you don't think there's something hot about a girl choking on your dick?"

"Jesus Christ," Markus breathed, eyes wide. "You're a bit of a freak, aren't you?"

"A freak for you," I teased, wiggling my brows suggestively.

Markus snorted and covered his face with his hands. "Fuck's sake, don't make me laugh with my dick out like this."

While he wasn't looking, I leaned forward to suck him once again.

"Oh," he moaned. But before I could build up a rhythm, he pulled my head back enough to remove himself from my mouth. When I glanced up at him beneath my lashed, my lips still parted, I was delighted to see the lust heavy in his expression.

"I don't want to cum too soon," he explained, much to my disappointment. I wanted to be rewarded for my efforts. I wanted him to come apart just from my hands and mouth.

He was still hard, much harder than when I had begun, his tip a deep pink, still wet with saliva and pre-cum. "Lay down," he commanded, and when I didn't respond straight away, his hand on my shoulder guided me back.

I shivered as my head hit the mattress, both from the sudden chill of my damp hair against the nape of my neck, and from the intensity of Markus' gaze that scoured me from head to toe, lingering on my legs. His fingers teased me as he dragged his hand down my throat and across my exposed collar bone.

As he tugged at the top corner of my towel, I suddenly tensed, and admitted, "I've never been naked, like this, with someone while sober. I've... I've never had sex sober before."

Markus stilled. "We can stop if you're uncomfortable."

"No, no, I definitely want to." More than anything. I'm so fucking wet I could flood a village. "I'm just... I don't know, shy," I explained, feeling ridiculous as I did, but lacking the words to verbalise my feelings in any other way. My face burned, and I knew I was sporting an intense blush that no doubt spread all the way to my toes. I hated to feel inexperienced and out of control. I liked to know what to expect in every situation. I liked to know what the hell I was supposed to be doing at all times.

"That's okay." He pulled back, no longer leaning over me.

An apology was already on my lips - Sorry I'm so awkward. Sorry, I'm ruining the mood again. Sorry I don't know what I'm doing - but the image of Markus dropping to his knees at the end of the bed had me forgetting everything. "What are you doing - oh."

Markus' hands stroked up my thighs to grab my hips and yank me smoothly towards the end of the bed and position my legs over his shoulders. He'd barely moved the towel more than two inches higher, but it was enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath against my pussy.

"Marku-" His name broke halfway out of my mouth, melting in a low moan as his tongue - hot and wet - swiped up me and found its place against my clit.

I hadn't known how intense everything would feel without the dulling effects of alcohol. I was on fire. A burning fire that centred from the very point that Markus' mouth and my clit met, spiralling out to encompass my entire body. Control was no longer a thing I had over my own limbs as my legs curled at the knees over his shoulders, pulling his body closer to me, and my hands clenched into his bedsheets beneath me. My entire body coiled as I whimpered against his ministrations.

His thick finger thrust inside me, curling against my walls, and I knew I was wet from the ease with which he pressed the second finger inside.

There was a familiar building pressure. My core tensed, my back arched, and I uttered a pained repetition of, "So close, please, please, please..." until I was moaning deeply, and shuddering beneath him as my pleasure climaxed and burst forth throughout my entire body.

Oh God. I need him; I need him inside me right this second.

I had to push him away as he continued to lick gently at my too sensitive flesh. I couldn't possibly take any more. When he rose to kiss me, I could taste myself on him.

"Is this okay?" Markus murmured against my mouth as his fingers once again teased the edge of the towel.

I nodded and, without waiting for Markus, unhooked the corner of the fluffy fabric and allowed it to fall away from me.

Without the barrier between us, Markus' hips pressed into mine. His erection dug into me, a prominent reminder of his own arousal. He teased me as he rocked against me, and it was a delicious torture to feel us pressed so intimately together and yet still be denied what I desired.

"Please... More..." I gasped, just as Markus found the perfect angle for the head of his dick to rub against my still sensitive clit. I couldn't survive any more foreplay. Aching inside, I desperately needed him to fuck me.

"What do you want?" he asked, his eyes heavy as his hand slid up my ribcage until his fingers grazed the soft flesh of the underside of my breast. He still thrust above me, sliding his thick erection against the seam of me. I knew I was drenched. I could feel the wetness between us. Thank God for the towel. I don't want to sleep in a damp spot for the rest of the night.

"You," I say simply, not able to fully verbalise my desires. But I'm as honest as I've ever been about my own needs. I want you, all of you, all the time. I want you to think of me as often as I'm plagued with thoughts of you. I want to be the first thing you think of on a morning and the last thing you think of at night.

"Me?" he asked, as if my answer wasn't enough. "You already have me."

It's not enough. Never enough.

I wanted to tell him, to explain how much I wanted him, how much I liked him. But the pulsing ache between my legs rendered me stupid. All I could focus on was my desire and how desperately I wished to be satiated by his touch.

"I want you to fuck me," I said instead, the words a desperate, filthy moan. "I want you to fuck me hard, deep into the mattress until I can't remember my own name." I want to be ruined for anyone else. I don't want there to be anyone else.

I heard the crinkle of plastic, and Markus suddenly had a condom wrapper in his hands. Where the hell had he been keeping that? His face, with his eyes wide with excitement, his cheeks flushed with colour, and his lips parted as his breaths fell heavier, dipped towards mine. His mouth grazed against my jaw, and it was just as I felt his tip press into my wet folds that I was finally rewarded with a kiss.

He drove into me with enough force to expel all the air from my lungs, reaching so deep it should be illegal. He continued as he began, with deep, punishing thrusts.

Grabbing his shoulders as he pounded into me, I complained in a half whine, half moan, "Holy shit! Why do you feel so much bigger than before? What the fuck?"

Laughter sputtered out of Markus. He lost his rhythm for a second with his face pressed into my neck. I could feel him grinning against me. "Daisy..." he laughed again. His hips resumed in a slower, steady pace. I felt his teeth graze against my skin and arched my neck towards him with a hiss.

"I'm serious!" I tugged on his hair, pulling his head back so I could look at his face. "Alcohol must make my vagina numb as shit 'cause I've never felt so fucking full before."

He shook his head in amused disbelief. "Oh, yeah?"

He brushed his nose against mine. Arching up towards him, I desperately sought out his mouth, and cupped the side of his face as I placed a rushed kiss at the corner of his mouth. Angling his head, he kissed me back deeply, with just as much passion, only to yank himself away seconds later.

"What are you doing?" I asked, yelping as Markus pulled out, gripping my hips tightly, and rolled me onto my front.

He slammed his hips back into me, and his named ripped from me in a strangled moan. Somehow, with this new position, he reached even deeper than before. Pressing one palm against the headboard, I rocked back heavily into each of Markus' thrusts.

Our skin slapped together, and the sound of his grunts echoed in my ear. "Fuck, Dais," he cursed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my sides. "Keep doing that."

My other hand stretched beneath me, my fingers pressing clumsily to my clit. With each thrust I clenched and pulsed around him, and my moans grew loud enough to that I feared I would awake Alec in the next room over, but I couldn't stop myself. The low moan that rumbled through me was uncontrollable, much in the same way I had lost all control of my shuddering body.

I was like lava beneath Markus, an unstoppable mass of molten rock melting into the bed with every second, until I lay gasping, a second orgasm pulsating through me, contracting around him.

"Yes, yes, yes," Markus hissed beneath his breath, his hands frantically grasping at me as his hips stuttered in uneven, erratic thrusts, until he too reached his climax buried inside of me. He slumped over me, his damp chest pressed against my back, the weight of him a comfort. His mouth found my neck and placed a soft kiss there.

"How was that?" Markus murmured to me.

"What?" My voice muffled into the bed. I could barely summon the energy to lift a finger.

"Your first time sober. How was it?"

I laughed, feeling ridiculously giggly for some reason. "I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow. I might be stuck in the bed for a whole week."

"I'll go stay at Lynch's then," Markus teased, his fingers digging into my ribs.

"Hey!" I cried, trying and failing to wiggle away from him, shrieking as he continued to poke and prod me. "Stop!"

Markus chuckled as he got up, pulling out a pair of boxers from his set of draws. Still naked and exposed atop the bed, I watched him pull on the black fabric and run a hand through his hair. He was grinning at me, a dimple forming in his left cheek. "You want a glass of water or anything?"

I nodded, and once he was out of the room, flung an arm over my face. My limbs felt like bloody jelly, and I knew I would be sore tomorrow. I had been the other two times too, but I'd also been hungover then and hadn't noticed it so much. Tomorrow, there would be nothing to distract me from the tenderness in my poor, ravished pussy.

I heard Markus return to his bedroom but stayed where I was in the centre of the bed, almost falling asleep. It was only when I felt a sudden warmth against my upper thigh that I perked up. "What are you doing?"

Markus leant over the bed, a damp flannel in hand. He wiped gently between my legs. "What does it look like I'm doing? Your water is on the bedside table," he said, jerking his chin to my left. "Do you want a t-shirt to wear to bed?"

"No thanks," I said, biting back my smile as I eyed the concentration on his face. My heart warmed at this unexpected tenderness. No one had done this for me before. "I like to sleep naked."

"Of course you do," Markus snorted. When he was done, he gave my thigh a squeeze and even though he'd already given me two orgasms and I was in no way prepared to do anything other than fall asleep in the next five minutes, something in me fluttered. "Okay, I'm going to let Bisto out. Are you still going to be awake when I get back?"

He looked amused. Probably because I could barely keep my eyes open right now.

"Nighty night," I said through a yawn, already peeling back his duvet. "Thank you for the flannel. I'll give you five stars on Google just as soon as I wake up."

The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Markus' loud guffaw as he left the room in search of his puppy.

[I wrote about 80% of this chapter in public cafes with my screen brightness as low as possible]