Rap God (Book 2)

Stay With Me

"hey why don't you grab your stuff and come stay in the suite with me?" he offered as we travelled up to my floor. "really? You don't want space from me?" I asked, causing Marshall to frown, "why the fuck would I want that?" he asked, I shrugged, "okay then, I'd love to" I smiled. "cool" he replied, as we heard the ping of the lift to indicate we had reached my floor. "see you in a little bit" he said as the doors closed. Damn, I'd lost my bet to Erica.

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Soon enough I was opening the door again to Marshall's, erm, our room, pulling my suitcase behind me. "hey" I called out, no answer. "Marshall!" I yelled louder as the door slammed behind me. silence. I frowned. Leaving my case by the door I walked further into the suite. No sign of him, other than his wet towel dumped by the main door. I walked down the corridor and to the bedroom and that's when I heard running water. "Marshall?" I pushed open the bathroom door to find him standing over the large tub, filled to the brim with bubbles and flower petals. Instantly I smiled, he looked round when he heard the door creak and smiled at me, "you're not meant to be here yet" he said, rubbing the back of his head. I smiled, leaning against the door frame. "I thought I'd run us a bath...but we don't have to..."

"Marshall it's lovely. Thank you" I smiled, walking over to him. I could tell that he didn't do this kind of thing often and maybe when he had it hadn't really been appreciated. I slipped my arms around his waist and kissed his lips.

"it should be at the right temperature" he said after I let him go. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. "hang on" I said, dropping my hand onto my hip. He turned round and looked a little worried, "this is just another excuse to see me naked isn't it" he gave me a wicked grin making me giggle. I instantly copied him though, taking my clothes off, dumping them with his and climbing into the warm bath. "ooh this is lovely" I sighed, sinking into the bubbles. "don't make noises like that girl" he groaned at me. I opened my eyes and looked across at him grinning.

I moved across to him and climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips. His hands clung to my hips, keeping me in place. I looked into his eyes and I could see he was happy. "I love you Marshall Mathers" I sighed at him. he grinned at me and leaned in to kiss my mouth. Slowly I started to feel his erection growing beneath me as our kisses became more heated. Without a word I lifted a little off his lap and took him in my hands, making him growl at my touch, then, I sat down, taking him all inside of me and I started to grind on him.

"ya know, for an old man, you don't need any help do ya" I panted at him, grinning as I did, he opened his eyes a little to smirk at me, "I aint no one minute man either" he groaned back at me, "god I fuckin know that" I purred at him as I closed my eyes. I picked up the pace a little more, picking myself up and dropping down hard onto his lap, the bath water spilling out all around us.

after a few minutes of that, I could feel Marshall tense up underneath me, "you coming already shady?" I grinned at him. he simply nodded, keeping his eyes shut, with that frown still plastered on his face. I bit my lip as I felt his release. "what was that about not being a one minute man?" I raised a brow at him. he grinned a little bashfully. "fuck you" he muttered, yet sliding his hands over my thighs under the water. I giggled, leaning forward, kissing his mouth softly.

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we spent a whole hour and a half in the tub together, getting completely wrinkled when the water began to get cold. "c'mon baby, let's go get warm" he said, taking my hand leading me out of the water.

We grabbed a couple of towels and dried up and walked through to the bedroom. I went to grab my suitcase that I had left by the door, pulling it into the bedroom. "fuck how much you brought wit you?" his mouth dropped open. I laughed, "I've been away from home for two weeks already!" I told him. "you're gonna have a shit load of stuff to bring to my house aint you" he said, I frowned at him, "huh?" he paused and looked at me and rubbed the back of his head. "well, uh, I was thinkin, I want you to be around more when we get back to Detroit." He shrugged, "figured you could leave some of your stuff at my house and stay over" he offered. "really?" I asked him. "yeah. It's no biggie" he shrugged at me. I beamed a smile at him, moving around the bed to him. "thank you" I said, wrapping my arms around him. "it's cool girl" he replied nonchalantly. "I love having you around me" he admitted, holding me tight. I sighed into him feeling incredibly content. "but that doesn't mean I'm gonna do all your cooking when I stay over"

"god damn it" I burst out laughing.

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"ya know, that's why I love ya baby" Marshall said out the blue as we snuggled up in bed togther. "huh?"

"when you said about comin to my crib, you didn't say livin wit me, you said stayin over" he said, I turned my head to look at him. "but I wont be living with you"

"I know, but baby, most chicks would assume it is, and slowly bring more and more stuff til I was drowning in their shit" he said, staring at the bed. I sighed a little not really knowing what to say that. "but babe, I've only ever asked you cause, well, if you did bring all your shit, well, I wouldn't care." I nodded, pretty unsure still, but he lifted my chin up with his finger, "look, I'm tryin to tell ya that, if you moved all your stuff into my house and never left, I wouldn't care." He said, looking into my eyes. my heart started racing and I think he knew, "I didn't wanna say that cause I didn't want you to start freakin out on me. It's hard enough to say this shit as it is" he admitted, making me smile. "okay Marshall. Baby steps huh" I grinned, he smirked at me. "you got it beautiful" he winked at me and then I snuggled back down into him, tracing the D tattoo on his forearm.