Forbidden Desires

by Jodie Griffin

  “Mmm, you taste good. Here,” she said, sucking gently between his neck and shoulder. She trailed her tongue down his chest to a nipple and took a small bite. “And here.”

  He swore, and she laughed lightly. She continued down his chest, running her tongue across the defined ridges of his abdomen and lower, giving him a quick nip along his hip until she was back where she’d started.

  “And here.” She looked up and found him watching her through half-lidded eyes, his color high in his cheeks. He was breathing hard, and she wasn’t sure if he was even aware he was speaking. His words were low and muttered, begging her to suck his cock, to fuck him, pleading with her to let him come. She was on her knees to him, but she was the one most definitely in charge.

  He was at her mercy, under her care, and he’d put himself there willingly. Still, it showed a great deal of trust in her. It was a heady feeling, but it also came with a sense of responsibility she took very seriously. She understood now why he hadn’t wanted to be in control tonight. Her own body was clamoring for attention, begging for his touch, but she ignored her own needs for the moment.

  For the first time since she’d seen him tonight, his mind seemed calm. His body had taken over, and there was no room for guilt about what had happened to Liv, or doubt about his desire to give up control. His entire focus was on the orgasm she held just outside his reach, which was exactly what she’d hoped would happen.

  She wasn’t doing it to be cruel, but he’d been so wound up earlier, so overwhelmed, and she knew he needed to lose himself completely in his release. It wasn’t all selfless, though. When he’d said he wished he’d been the one to fall off the ladder, fear had punched straight through to her heart and soul.

  Right now, she needed that affirmation of life as badly as he did.

  She coasted her hands along his thighs, her thumbs teasing the insides of them as she moved closer and closer to his straining cock. The muscles under her touch bunched and trembled. With one hand, she cupped his balls, her middle finger stroking lightly over his anus. Marcus shuddered so hard his ass lifted off the seat, and she took the opportunity to slide her other hand over his ass from behind, her nails digging into the cleft between his cheeks.

  His breathing quickened, rasping in and out as if he’d run a marathon. The need to make him come was visceral, and she lowered her head, lashing at the length of his cock with her tongue as she sucked him into her mouth.

  She pulled back a tiny bit when he hit the back of her throat, then angled her head better so she could take him deep inside. Her womb clenched and she was helpless to hold back her own groan. She drew her head back once, twice, and finally, as she swallowed, her throat working against the head of his cock, she put more pressure against his anus. She didn’t breach the entrance but gave him a taste of what could be, hoping to push him over the edge.

  Marcus let out a strangled moan and a string of incoherent words, and then he came with a shout, his body shaking and straining enough to make the wooden valet stand creak. She swallowed every drop of his release, loving the salty-sweet taste of his arousal, humming in the back of her throat as she licked him clean and brought him gently back to earth.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Marcus couldn’t stop his muscles from trembling as his body continued to have small aftershocks of orgasm. His throat was dry and he desperately needed to touch Bella.

  Fuck, that had been incredible.

  Bella was still bent over him, nuzzling his now-sensitive balls and stroking his dick with soft swipes of her velvet tongue. He licked his lips and tried to make his mouth form words, but all he could do was savor the feeling of being taken care of. His eyes drifted shut as she stroked him again with her tongue, matching her licks in time with the finger she rubbed over his anus. God damn, that felt amazing, and with the sharp bite of her fingernails against his ass, his already sated cock stirred once again. How the hell was that even possible?

  He moved his arm to touch Bella’s head, but belatedly realized he was still tied up and at her mercy. “Bella mia, stop,” he murmured. “Look at me.”

  It took a minute to catch her attention, but when she looked up, her eyes were unfocused, hazy with her own arousal, and her face and chest were flushed a deep pink. She was still fully clothed, and completely focused on one thing. Him. Shit, she’d taken him to heaven and back, and hadn’t done a thing about her own release. “Bella?”

  She jerked at the sound of his voice, her fingers tightening on his ass. She blinked twice, then smiled. “Hey.” With a final lingering caress of her mouth against his cock, she withdrew her hands, put them on his thighs for leverage and stood. “How are you feeling?”

  “Untie me. Please.”

  Her eyes darkened with worry, and his heart clenched.

  “I’m fine, but I need to move.”

  She worked in reverse order of the way she’d bound him to the rack, starting with the ties around his thighs. It was just as torturous, and by the time she was done with those two, his heart rate had accelerated. After he was completely free, he stood, his muscles protesting the change in position. He stretched, his arms high over his head, working the kinks loose.

  “Let me get you some water.”

  He padded after her, mindless of his naked, half-aroused state.

  She filled a tall glass from the water dispenser in his refrigerator door and handed it to him. “Drink.”

  “Thanks.” He finished it in several long swallows and plunked the glass down on the counter. Now that one thirst was taken care of, he had another one to satisfy. Just the thought sent a bolt of lust straight to his cock. He took Bella’s hand and tried to draw her back to the bedroom. “Come with me.”

  She resisted, tugging her hand from his. “No, Marcus. I don’t think that’s a good idea tonight. I should head home now.”

  He frowned, flooded by anger so strong it nearly knocked him over. “Why? You got what you wanted from me all along, and now you’re done?”

  Shock rippled across Bella’s face, and he wished he could call the barrage of unexpected words back.

  “Shit. I didn’t mean that.”

  Her voice was soft and sad. “No, really, I think you did. You still don’t understand, do you?” She threw up her hands in defeat. “I came here ready to be what you needed me to be, even if it meant you tying me up. I was willing to give up that control. For you. Tonight was all about you. Not about you and me, but about you.”

  His brain scrambled for the right words, the quick burst of anger gone in a puff of smoke, leaving nothing but ashes behind. “I know that. I really do. And I truly didn’t mean those words.” He stopped, rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “So why the fuck did I say them?”

  A small smile ghosted across Bella’s face then disappeared. She sighed. “For the same reason I’d have said something just as stupid. Because we have bad relationships in our pasts. I like to think Trent has no influence on how I act today, but that’s a lie. And I’m guessing Teresa plays a part in how you are today, too. We both find it hard to trust.”

  He ran his knuckles over Bella’s cheek, tangled his fingers in her hair. “Can we start this part over again? Will you give me that chance?” He leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “Stay with me tonight?”

  She stared at him for a long moment as if taking a measure of his honesty and his intention. He held out his hand again and held his breath as he waited to see what she’d do. When she slipped her warm hand into his, he tugged her close for a hug. “Thank you. For that, and for everything.” He felt himself flush at what everything entailed. “I still feel guilty, but now I don’t feel like it’s eating me alive.”

  He flipped off the kitchen lights and they headed back to his bedroom, hand in hand. Suddenly, he was exhausted, and all his grand plans to make Bella feel as good as she’d made him feel went
out the window. Shit, it took all his energy just to hand her one of his Fire Academy T-shirts to sleep in. He yawned, his jaw popping at the wideness.

  “Get into bed,” she murmured. “I’ll be right back.”

  He stretched out on his back, his arms behind his head. “Will you change here? I want to see you.” His lids drifted half shut, but he kept watching her.

  She worried her lip but pulled her sweater over her head. Her bra was deep emerald green, a perfect foil for her creamy skin. Her full breasts nearly spilled over the top of the cups, and her nipples were hard beneath the thin fabric.

  He sighed. “Jesus, Bella mia, you’re sexy. Leave the bra on, but take off your jeans.”

  Her cheeks pinkened, but she kept removing her clothes. She slid the denim down to reveal matching high-cut bikini panties that highlighted the enticing, womanly curve of her hip. Fuck him, she was gorgeous.

  “Turn around and pull the jeans off.”

  Tossing a look over her shoulder, she bent over to tug the jeans from her legs. The position pulled her panties taut over her ass, giving him a tantalizing peek at the cleft between her cheeks and the slick wet spot in the crotch of the panties. When she’d pulled the jeans off, she turned back around, hands loose at her sides.

  He was drowsy, but he never took his eyes off her. “Take off the bra.” The words were slurred with exhaustion, but she understood.

  She reached behind and unhooked the bra, peeling it off her arms and chest. She covered herself with one arm, then scooped up her sweater and pants and placed them on the butler she’d tied him to.

  His cock stirred, but he was just about done. She came over to the bed and picked up the shirt he’d given her to wear, pulling it over her head quickly, giving him just a flash of pale, full breasts and ripe, plum-colored nipples. It wasn’t nearly enough, but he couldn’t even raise a protest. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but he lost the fight and drifted off to sleep.

  * * *

  Bella woke slowly, confused by the warmth surrounding her, blinking against the light streaming in through the skylight. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the cobwebs. Skylight?

  With that thought, everything fell into place. She was at Marcus’s condo. In his bed, with him, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he was—

  He mumbled something and pulled her back against his body, his warm hand cupping her breast, toying idly with her nipple.

  Oh, yeah. Naked. And aroused.

  So was she. He gave off so much body heat that, in the middle of the night, she’d stripped off the T-shirt he’d given her to wear and was lying next to him, skin to skin.

  She bit back a moan. His morning erection pressed up against her ass and it felt incredible, even through her panties. She snuggled closer to him but it wasn’t enough to satisfy. Last night had left her aching, and that want came back full force as Marcus’s hand moved leisurely from her breast down her stomach, tunneling beneath the edge of her panties.

  Last night she hadn’t done anything about her own desires. She’d been worried Marcus would regret making himself so vulnerable to her, and even though he’d apologized for his outburst, she still hadn’t been sure. Had she been sure he’d needed to drain some of that pressure weighing him down, even if it was by solo orgasm? Yes. Sure he’d wanted the comfort of a warm body for the night? Yes. Sure he’d wanted her, Bella Massey, in all her sometimes-dominant, full-figured glory? Not so much.

  It wasn’t until he’d asked her to strip for him, his body heavy with exhaustion but his eyes hot with lust, that she’d realized he truly wanted her. But by then, he’d been mostly asleep, and she hadn’t had the heart to wake him.

  Before her insecurities got hold of her again, she pulled her knee up, giving him better access to her body.

  “G’morning, Bella mia.” His voice was rough with sleep and sexy as sin. His lips feathered across the back of her neck, and she shivered. “Sleep well?”

  “Mmm. You?” She reached back to run her hand along Marcus’s muscled leg, the crisp hairs tickling her palm. When he dipped his fingers lower inside her panties, her hand twitched and she dug her nails into his thigh.

  He hissed and rocked his hips forward, pressing himself even more tightly against her. “Like a log.”

  “Mmm,” she said again. She rubbed her ass against his groin. “Yes, it is.”

  Marcus’s laugh rumbled in his chest, but his hand stilled. “May I?”

  She smiled into the pillow under her cheek. “Oh, God, yes. Please.”

  With infinite slowness, he drew his fingers through her already slick curls, pressing the tip of one lightly against her clit. He rubbed in tiny circles, building the pressure inside her to the point she thought she might burst. He stopped, though, before she could come, withdrawing his hand completely.

  “Hey,” she complained, looking back over her shoulder.

  He laughed softly, then leaned forward and captured her lips in a light kiss. “I’m nowhere near ready for that yet. And neither are you.”

  He slid out from under the covers, off the bed and, naked as the day he was born, padded toward the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, “First things first.”

  “Let me know if you need any help.” She grinned at his muttered response. Still on her side and facing the bathroom, she watched the tight play of muscles in his ass as he walked, and sighed dreamily. Myrtle had been right that very first day they’d seen Marcus. The thought of spanking him there was oh so tempting. She wondered if he’d go for that.

  Two minutes later, he was back in the bedroom, still naked, still gloriously aroused, holding a string of four packaged condoms. With an intense look on his face, he dropped them on the nightstand and sat on the side of the bed, one knee cocked and one on the floor.

  He reached out and twirled his fingers through a hank of her hair, careful not to pull. He brought himself closer as he wound it, and in an unexpectedly playful gesture, he rested his forehead against hers until they were nose to nose. “Hey, sexy lady.”

  She bumped her nose against his. “Hey, hot stuff.”

  He grinned, and she ran her finger across his chest, tweaking one of his nipples. In return, he hooked a finger beneath the comforter still covering her nakedness and started to draw it down.

  Her heart pounded as she stopped his hand. Shit. He’d seen her naked last night. Why hide now? She knew, though. They’d only had on a muted light last night. This morning, with the bright sun streaming through the skylight? He’d see every inch of her body—and there were many of those inches.

  Her doubt must have shown in her face because Marcus frowned. “Don’t. You’re beautiful to me, Bella. Let me show you.”

  It took all the courage she had to remove her hand from his, but she was rewarded with a sinfully sexy, playful smile. He leaned forward, kissed her naked shoulder and gently guided her until she was lying on her back.

  “Hands over your head.”

  She shivered at the intense look in his eyes and the raw need in his voice, and she couldn’t have turned him down even if she’d wanted to. And she didn’t want to, at all.

  He helped her find the headboard, curling her fingers around the modern wooden design.

  “Hold tight.”

  Her heartbeat echoed in her ears as he inched the comforter down slowly, baring just her breasts. “Marcus, please.”

  “Don’t mind if I do.” He lowered his head and swirled his tongue around one already-hard nipple. Her pulse fluttered wildly.

  She felt him smile against her heated skin, his unshaven face lightly abrading her breast. She whimpered. Jesus, that felt so good, and then it felt even better when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, lashing at it with his soft tongue. A sharp ache pulsed between her thighs, and she pressed them closer together, trying to get some relief from the pressure buildi
ng inside.

  But Marcus obviously wasn’t in any kind of hurry, taking just as much time and care to make sure her other breast felt as good. And Christ, it did.

  “Fuck, you look gorgeous flushed with arousal.” He cupped his hands around both her breasts, pushing them closer together, taking care to nip and lap at one, then the other. He rubbed his thumbs over her swollen nipples, back and forth, until she thought she’d go mad. The noise that came from her mouth was somewhere between a prayer and a curse.

  “I’d love to see you wearing nipple rings. Not piercings, although those would be hot too. I mean the small rings that go around your nipples and keep them hard. You have beautiful breasts, Bella.”

  “Trent always said more than a handful’s a waste, and maybe I wouldn’t look so fat if my boobs were smaller.” Her ex’s vile words came rushing out of her mouth before she could bite them back.

  Marcus’s face darkened with anger. “If I ever run into him, I’m going to make him wish he’d been more of a man and less of an asshole.” He tugged the comforter down to her waist and in a fluid move straddled her hips. “Let go of the headboard for a minute.”

  When she did, he tucked another two pillows under her head, raising her up and giving her a fantastic view of his wide chest, muscled thighs and impressive erection.

  He guided her hands back, and leaned down for a lingering kiss. When he broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Here.”

  He cupped her breasts again, then slid his hips forward until his cock nestled between them. He fucked them, slowly, his balls dragging along her stomach, warm and hot and heavy. Each time the flushed head peeked out, her mouth salivated.

  “Look at me, Bella.” His demand was roughly uttered and compelling, but still she found it hard to tear her eyes from his cock sliding between her breasts.