The Parasite | Eminem

26

"Sometimes, I look at the world, and it's beauty makes me want to cry." I mumble, staring out over my tiny little balcony.
The lamp posts, the way their light reflects onto the side walk, against the trees.
The cars driving past slowly.

"I didn't know you could cry" Marshall mumbles, staring down at whatever he thinks I'm looking at.
His forearms rest against the railing, his thumb massages the palm of his other hand.

"Mhm, never said I could, but sometimes I want to. There's just times where I think my head will fucking explode, and maybe some tears falling will fix that, but nothing ever comes. It's all... very anti-climactic..."
We've gotten up extras early this morning, I think strictly for some alone time until Hailie eventually wakes up.
Also, Leah's going to be on TV at 8, on some morning show.

"Hah, I thought that was just me" he chuckles before his lips rest in a soft smile.
His face spells out this... comforted, content expression.
His face is beautiful.
If I could cry, I would cry over how pretty his face is... partially in jealousy.

"I love you... so much" he sighs before tonguing the inside of his cheek.
The statement feels random.
I'm not sure what spurred him to say it in this moment.

"I know... I love you too" I feel myself smiling at him, watching him turn his head.
He gives me his full, undivided attention, eyes locked with mine.

"No, you really don' know, Marlow. I was infatuated wit' ya the moment I met ya. Till I realized you were a jerk... then I hated you for a bit... but then I realized that in reality I just had a big ass crush on ya." He tells me, grabbing the side of my face.
He gives me this opportunistic smirk.
If that makes sense.
His eyes keep going to my lips.

He closes the sliding door, making us feel strangely more isolated.
"I wanna fuck you" he tells me, point-blank.

"Well- here?" I choke out, acknowledging that we're on a balcony.
His arm comes around my waist.
He pulls me in closer.

"Well, I'm not gonna risk waking Hailie up." He scoffs, as if it's a stupid idea.
He shoves his hands up my shirt.
He grabs hold of my breast quickly, kneading it in his warm palm.

"I can be quiet" I grumble as his lips devour my neck.
Marshall and his horny ideas.

"I don't want you to be quiet" he whispers into my ear, slipping his thumb under the elastic of my boxers.
He pulls them down forcefully, quickly.
Next, he's stepping backwards, letting go of me.
He unties the knot holding his XXL sweatpants up and he's dropping them to the ground.
Then once his boxers are off, he sits down on the one little chair I put out here.

"Come on" he beckons, grinning at me.
I take glances from his eyes to the monster in between his legs.
Any other person, maybe I'd be embarrassed.

However, I'm me.
I'm the world's disruptive mess.
I'm the world's chaos machine.
I don't give a shit about people hearing.
I don't give a shit about ruining some people's mornings.

I send him a smirk before getting on his lap, slowly easing myself into him.
I wrap my arms around his neck and I'm groaning as he grabs onto my hips.
"Bounce, baby" he coaxes in that fucking sexy voice of his.
Goddamn it.

I lift my hips, dropping them back down, repeatedly.
His hands keep a firm grip.
He keeps me going.
He doesn't let me stop, even as my legs begin to shake.
I moan loudly, with each time his dick hits the deepest point inside me, over and over again.
He keeps telling me to be louder.
Too much and it's unnatural, but just don't hold back.

For the first time, I fuck someone on my balcony.
For the first time, I piss people of by whining and moaning like a slut.
For the first time, I bread a new kind of frustration, a new kind of discomfort.
This is my ecstasy.