I'm His

5-𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜꧂

*Lana's P.O.V.*

Sunlight hits my eyes causing me to wake up and slightly open my eyes. I notice it's not my bed I'm laying in, not my shirt either. What happened last night? I need to stop getting drunk.

I breathe in through my nose and all I can smell is Marshall. I turn over and hope he isn't laying there naked. He isn't there. I get up and I use the restroom that I find.

Up this is definitely Marshall's house, and his shirt. I wipe the mascara from under my eyes and walk out into the living room where I see Marshall laying on the couch. He is sleeping, with his face squished against the grey couch pillow. I smile at him and his eyes open and look up to me. "Look who's up," He says, stretching and sitting up.

The blanket falls into his lap and his torso is exposed. He catches me staring at his lightly defined abs. He stands up to his full height and he hugs me, giving me a kiss on my head. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" What did he just say?

"Sorry, what? When did I want you to fuck me?" I appear with a confused look on my face as I follow him into his kitchen. "You were begging me to do you last night, and you almost sucked me off." He says reaching into the fridge and pulling out orange juice.

Did I actually do that? "No way I did that." I tell him. "You did." He says pouring two glasses of orange juice.

"If I begged you why didn't you fuck me?" I question.

"I already told you, I'm not going to take advantage of you."

"Well, thanks." I take wrapping my hand around the glass and bringing it up to my lips.

I take a sip, "Doesn't mean I'm not going make you regret teasing me like that."

I roll my eyes and he comes over to me as I set my glass down. "What did I say about the eye rolling?" He wraps his hand around my throat. "To not roll them at you." I stutter. "That's right, beautiful."

I sit up on the kitchen island and I start to ask him questions about last night. "What else did I do?" I ask dreadfully. "Well other then beg for sex you almost got us into car wreck by trying to feel me up from the backseat." I shake my head at myself but his words.

"I can't believe this. I'm not getting drunk like that anymore." He looks at me as he leans onto the fridge, still only in his boxers. "Put some clothes on." I tell him.

"You don't tell me what to do in my house." He says putting his glass next to me and walking in front of me. He puts his hands on my knees and opens them, walking in between them. "Mhm"

He shakes his head and exhales slowly. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me to the edge of the counter. "What am I going to do with you?" I look at him eye to eye and I wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me and I give in, completely. His hands move all over me as mine move across his shoulders and through his short brown hair.

I shouldn't be doing this, but I want him so badly. I admit it. I want him.

"Come on, let me please you." He says between kisses.

"We are not having sex, Marshall, at least not yet ." I say. "This isn't sex. Is it?" He said moving his hand in between my legs. I shake my head no.

"Marshall, wait." I barely get out as he starts to rub me. I've never been in this much pleasure before, and I can barely talk because of it. "Like that?" He practically whispers into my ear. I slowly nod my head and I grasp his other forearm as I feel I'm close.

"Fuck, Marshall," I moan. "Close?' He asks.. "Yes" he almost immediately stops leaving me impatient and a bit angry. I look at him confused but eager for him to touch me.

"What the hell Marshall?" "What? I told you you'd regret teasing me. By the way, that's not even close to what I'm going to do to you." He says walking towards his bedroom.

He walks back out with a sweatshirt and a pair of sweats. "Here put these on, it's cold out." He throws me the clothes, and I step through the pant holes of the sweats and then put the sweat shirt over the shirt he gave me. "Where are we going?" I ask him as he picks up his car keys. "I need to drop something off to my friend, Come on."

We walk out to his car and get in. He drives out of the driveway and we drive for about 15 minutes before we come to a stop. We arrive at a nice sized, little bit of a modern house like Marshall's. "Ok let's go." He says taking the key out of the ignition and putting them in his pocket.

"Who's your friend?" I ask. "His name is Curtis, you'll like him."