Marshall and I were friendly, but kept kind of a curt distance from each other. I suspected that he’d been getting harassed about our decision to be friends as much as I’d been. Mandi and Sophia just didn’t understand that was the way it had to be—it was what was best.
“You know what I’d like…a glass of wine,” Sophia said. “Do you know where the cellar is Becca?”
“Yeah, let me take you down there so you can pick some out,” I said. “I could go for a glass of wine myself. Sounds perfect.”
Sophia and I made our way down to the cellar and Mandi said she’d come along for the walk. She wanted to see what Marshall’s well supplied wine cellar looked like. Sergio had said it was fabulous.
Marshall smiled at us as we walked past and Sophia asked if he could come and help make sure that she picked out a bottle he was okay parting with. He had no problems agreeing to do so. From past conversations I’d learned that there were a few bottles that he was very attached to and not willing to open.
As we made our way to the basement of the house where the cellar was located it took me a bit to adjust my eyes. The sun had been so bright and it was dimly lit in the basement, with only shadows of lights from outside providing light.
“Marshall, I’ve heard great things about your wine cellar. Thanks for letting me see it,” Mandi said.
“Me too. Do you have any Petite Syrah’s?” Sophia asked.
“Indeed. They’re in the back corner,” Marshall said.
We got to the wine cellar and Marshall opened the door, walking in first to turn the light on.
“After you,” Sophia said, holding her arm out to me.
I walked in and didn’t think much about it until I heard the door slam. Marshall and I turned around and saw that we were now alone in the wine cellar with no Mandi or Sophia in sight. The lock on the outside door clicked.
I ran to the door and pounded my fists on it. “What are you guys doing? Open up the door.”
Marshall chuckled. “I think that we’ve just been set-up. Very clever. Did you have anything to do with this?”
“What? Are you kidding me? No, I didn’t have anything to do with this. Those guys have just been so stubborn, thinking that we should be more than friends. They just won’t leave it alone.”
“It must be a tag team effort then,” Marshall commented. “I’m getting the same suggestions from Andre and Sergio, not Sylvain though.” Marshall was smiling at me, showing that he did indeed feel a bit foolish for his outburst last night.
“Well, I say that we show them that we mean what we say. I’m determined to win this battle.”
“Very persistent, I like it. So, we’re here for a sit-out until they finally free us, are we?” Marshall said. His eyes lit up at the challenge too. I guess we were both pretty stubborn when it came to others trying to dictate what we should do.
There was no place to sit in the wine cellar so Marshall and I sat down on the cold floor. I only had on a tank top and a pair of shorts and the cold feel of the stones and concrete instantly took away the warmth of the sun outside. I started shivering.
“Not really an ideal climate for shorts and a tank,” Marshall commented.
“You’re not kidding. I’m freezing.”
“Come closer,” Marshall said. He held his arm out, and I scuttled over, nestling myself closer and instantly enjoying the warmth of his body. Not surprisingly, I also began to instantly enjoy the feeling of his muscular body pressed against mine too.
“I seriously cannot believe they did this,” I said, looking up at Marshall.
He was smiling, looking down at me. “Have you ever seen those shows about how they stop hypothermia from setting in?”
“I think so. They take all their clothes off and rely on body heat, don’t they?”
“Indeed they do, not that I’m suggesting we do that…unless it’s necessary.”
Just the way Marshall said that made me instantly wet. His words were so suggestive and kind of rugged, turning the chilly wine cellar into a place where a great sexual adventure could take place.
“How long do you think it takes for hypothermia to set in?” I asked, knowing full well it wouldn’t, but intrigued by the thought of pretending it would.
“Within minutes I’ve heard,” Marshall said.
“Now I’m scared. We’ve been in here for at least ten minutes.”
With that, Marshall leaned over and began to kiss me hungrily. I could feel his tongue entering into my mouth and my response to his passionate kiss. I wanted him so badly and I was glad to give the victory to Sophia and Mandi in exchange for experiencing all of Marshall in that cellar. It would be well worth it.
The next thing I knew, both Marshall and I were standing up and I was peeling my tank and shorts off as fast as I could. Marshall took over then, unlatching the clasp of my emerald green bra and groping my breasts as it slid off of me. Then his hand roamed down to my panties and slid between them and my skin, caressing me until I was even wetter and sliding his fingers in and out. I groaned in response, instantly feeling a climax starting to rise within me just from his urgent touch.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to see Marshall naked and explore his beautiful body with my hands and mouth. I slid my panties down and began to pull his t-shirt off and unbuttoned his shorts, sliding them off with his boxers in one swift motion.
Marshalls’ hard-on was so impressive; I longed to take him in my mouth as I’d dreamt of the first day I saw him in his house. I went down to my knees and did just that, slowly sliding my lips over his erection and feeling it slide down to the back of my mouth. Marshall groaned, as I tasted him deep within me. Every time I took of him in deeply led to a more aroused state within me.
“Becca, oh my God, Becca,” Marshall moaned.
I began to slide my tongue up and down Marshall’s shaft, making sure that I tasted every bit of his massive size. I’d never received such pleasure from giving head before and I couldn’t believe how much more aroused it made me. Every one of my nerves was alert and involved in the pleasure of giving that I was providing Marshall at that moment.
“I want to come. Please let me come in you,” Marshall pleaded.
“I want that too,” I said. Marshall knelt down and lay on his back, gently guiding me on top of him and he slid into me with no resistance. I began to rock back and forth, feeling Marshall’s cock reach to the deepest parts of me, making my aroused state continue to escalate. He groaned, his hands grabbing my buttocks and pulling me closer to him, pushing me to increase my speed as he thrust upwards to meet my speed. It felt so good and so right, better than anything I could ever recall.