Mariah: The M Series: Book Two

by Ryanne Anthony

  He groaned again and lifted me at my waist and threw me on the bed. I landed in the middle and laughed. He climbed over me looking into my eyes.

  “I love you,” he softly declared.

  “I love you,” I professed back, even softer.

  “I really, really love tit-for-tat.”

  I giggled and pulled him down to my mouth. He kissed me deeply and our tongues danced. He dragged his mouth away and bit at my jaw and moved to my throat, first to the right then the left. He continued to go lower and captured my nipple, sucking and biting it.

  “Ah,” I gasped, arching into his mouth.

  He moved over to the right nipple, and I moaned and tingled all over. His hand traveled to my sex and inserted a finger inside me. I brought my knee up and widened my legs.

  “Baby... you're so ready... but I'm not,” Marcus murmured at my ear. I shuddered.

  “Marcus. Please...” I begged.

  Yes, please stop torturing us!

  “Shh. Not yet, baby.”

  I whimpered. I needed him so much. I wanted to feel him slide into me, slowly stroke me...

  He slid another finger inside me and sort of gave me my wish. His fingers stroked my sex while his thumb rubbed my clit. I moaned as my hips started to sway in rhythm to his fingers.

  “You like this, baby,” he whispered, then his mouth covered my nipple and sucked in the same rhythm as his fingers.

  “Mmm,” I moaned again. It felt so, so good.

  The tingling started and his stroking, sucking and rubbing increased. I placed my hand on his and felt his hand bring me pleasure beyond belief. My other hand reaches to the back of his head and my fingers tangled in his hair. I couldn't hold off anymore and I stiffened.

  “MARCUS,” I screamed and fisted his hair as I shook, quivering wildly as my orgasm sent waves upon waves of pleasure from my head to my toes.

  He kissed my throat as I continued to shake, each kiss leaving a spark behind, waiting to be reignited. I struggled to control my breathing but Marcus couldn’t wait and his thumb started in on me again.

  “Marcus, no… wait, please,” I whimpered.

  “I can't. I need this, baby,” he whispered.

  He kissed me, then moved lower, going down to my breast bone, then down my stomach. He licked and kissed my navel then his nose circles my sensitive mound.

  “I want to taste you now, baby.”

  “No, Marcus, please wait,” I begged, panting. I shut my legs tight, to no avail. He was much stronger and proved it; he parted my legs like scissors.

  “Marcus,” I whined.

  “I love when you beg... go or stop... beg me again, baby,” he murmured. He flicked my clit, then slurped. “Mmm... sweeter than candy.”

  Oh, Christ. Girrrrrl… we ain’t ever letting this one go!

  I was on fire! I shuddered; I am afraid of my own orgasm. I just knew the next one was going wipe me away. I begged again.

  “Marcus, please. Please just... wait,” I whimpered.

  “No.”

  He clamped me at my waist and with the other hand, spread my lips and flicked his tongue fast on my hard and throbbing clit. It's felt like a wet feather, going 120 miles an hour. It was beyond incredible and far better than anything I’d ever felt.

  I tried to scoot away from him, his grip tightened. I tried rolling on my side, he pushed me down. I scooted again and he grabbed my thighs just above my knees, stilling me. That tongue never stopped flicking.

  Trying to ignore and fight the fire fueling, burning my blood, I sat up and pushed at his head, thinking that would get him to stop.

  He still flicked.

  Still sitting up, I put both my hands in his hair and yanked. That only fueled the fire and he flicked faster. Son of a bitch, I thought, as I fell back on the bed. I began to shiver and my clit hardened.

  “Noooo! Not yet! Not yet,” I screamed out, panting.

  His licking slowed but my shivering increased. I hardened more and fisted the sheet. I pulled so hard my knuckles hurt. What the fuck was happening to me?

  The licking stopped then he blew a soft, barely felt breeze on my clit and I burst like a stomped tomato, screaming his name.

  I panted like I ran a dash. Sweat had broken out everywhere and I was floating somewhere above Earth, breathing heavy and wild.

  “You! Are! Mean,” I screamed through my breaths.

  He chuckled at my throat. I jumped. When did he get back up here?

  “Oh God, Marcus! What was that about?”

  “Me loving you, baby.”

  I looked at him and shook my head. “So mean...” I groaned.

  His hand was on my mound, rubbing in circles. I was still breathing heavy, but beginning to calm.

  “Marcus, seriously... what were you thinking?”

  “Just how much I wanted to make you happy,” he whispered.

  And he succeeded. Damn did he succeed!

  He turned my head to him and kissed my lips, then my throat.

  “I tasted me, Boo,” I murmured.

  “Mm. You taste sweet, don't you, baby?”

  “No,” I laughed.

  “Maybe you need another taste.”

  He didn't give me a chance to respond. He took my mouth again; his tongue moving slow, heated. I began to throb inside as he kissed me. I moved my mouth away.

  “Oh no,” I groaned.

  He turned my head back and grinned before he resumed his lethal kisses.

  “Marcus! No,” I pleaded against his mouth.

  “Yes, baby,” he murmured. “I want you to enjoy being me, as much as possible.”

  Wasn’t it obvious that we did? I don’t know about you, but I need to pass out… for a week! All that swimming and now this? This guy is so ours!

  He moved his hand down to my sex and his finger began to slowly circle my calming clit. This man was going to kill me.

  Tit-for-tat.

  Oh yeah, tit-for-tat. Quickly, I pulled my mouth from Marcus, pushed his relentless hand away and sat up. He frowned and sat up with me.

  “Baby... what's wrong?”

  I look at him, and smiled slowly, mischievousness all over my face. I threw myself at him and pushed him down flat to his back, straddle him and pinned his wrists on the bed with my hands. It was easily done because he didn't know it was coming.

  I looked in his eyes. “Not a fucking thing,” I murmured, repeating his line from our time in my tub.

  He grinned. His hard cock jumped under my sex. “I'm trapped. What are you going to do to me, baby,” he whispered in mock horror.

  “Tit-for-tat, boo,” I smiled wickedly.

  I leaned down and slowly teased his lips with my tongue. He returned my kiss, slowly at first and deepened the kiss. Our tongues ferociously antagonized one another and he rotated his hips so that his hard cock rubs seductively against my clit, which throbbed and tightened, and my sex begged for friction.

  Concentrate, Mariah!

  I tore my lips away from his lethal mouth and bite and lick my way down his jaw to his throat. He moaned!

  I planted butterfly kisses down his chest and moved over to his tightened nipple, and I took it in my mouth. He sharply inhaled when I licked and sucked. I released his wrists and slid my hands down his muscled arms. I kissed his chest over to the other nipple while my hand glides down his body. I gripped his cock and slowly stroked him while my mouth claimed his other nipple.

  Marcus squirmed under my touch. His hand reached for my hair and gently tugged. I smacked his hand away. He groaned.

  “Mariah... I need you, baby,” he urgently murmured.

  “I know, boo,” I said softly. “But I'm not ready yet.”

  “Shit,” he grunted. “Me and my fucking mouth.”

  I smiled. He rotated his hips and fucked my hand.

  Get him!

  I continue to stroke him as I licked and kissed down his quivering abs. When I made it to his navel, I circled my tongue around it. Slowly. He groaned again. My hand felt his
cock grow harder, if that was at all possible.

  I think you've tortured him enough.

  I tightened my grip on his cock and moved my head over it. I squeezed the tip and a drop of his extract popped up. I flicked it off swiftly, lightly with my tongue.

  “Mmm,” I murmured.

  “Jesus,” he cried out. He propped up on his elbows and I looked into his eyes. They were smoldering, glaring into mine. I gently sucked his crown. He fell flat and shivered.

  I placed the wide crown in my mouth again and moaned as my tongue flicked rapidly over the tip. I moved my mouth slowly down his cock, sheathing the huge thing half way, then came back up and bared my teeth, soft and slow.

  “FUCK,” he yelled out. He grabbed my hair again and tugged.

  I stopped and moved his hands. “Down, boy!” I said, sternly.

  “Damn it, baby... you're killing me,” he groaned.

  “Tit-for-tat, boo,” I murmured.

  “Fucking hate tit-for-tat now, Mariah!”

  I giggled then stuck out my tongue and licked from his hair to his tip, flicked it twice and licked down the other side. I placed my hands on the bed, on either side of his hips, and capture his cock in my mouth and went up and down in a slow motion, flicking the tip every time I reach it, over and over, just loving the moaning and squirming I was making him do.

  “Mariah...” he croaked out.

  I took my mouth off his cock and licked the underside again and moaned.

  “Fuck, Mariah! STOP,” he yelled.

  “No.” I licked at his sac then sucked a ball into my mouth and moaned again.

  He growled and the sound made me tighten. I loved that sound. I now knew it meant he was about to come. I put his cock back in my mouth and stroked him hard and fast, my mouth like a vacuum on him.

  “Ah! SHIT,” he shouted out as he lost all control. He squirted and it slid down my throat. I raised my head as it continued to shoot out and hotly rolled down my hand. He hands fisted and the knuckles whitened while looking as though he’d forgotten how to breathe. He soon remembered and began panting hard and fast.

  Slowly, Marcus returned to Earth, his breathing easing. His eyes opened and he blinked at me.

  I smiled sweetly. “Hello,” I murmured, my hand still stroking him as I knelt between his opened legs.

  He puts his hands behind his head and chuckled. “Hello yourself, baby.”

  I was still stroking. He stared in my eyes.

  “Mariah...” he warned.

  “Yes,” I said as I arched my eyebrow. He got it.

  “Tit-for-tat?”

  “Damn right.”

  “I could make you stop,” he murmured.

  I clicked my tongue and narrowed my eyes. “True. But you won't,” I challenged.

  He groaned and his breathing deepened. I glanced at my hand notice some of his release was hanging off the back of my hand.

  I switched hands and continue stroking. “Hmm. Look what you left on my hand, Dr. Alexander.”

  He propped up again and looked. I continued my strokes on his cock. It was growing again.

  “There’s tissue on the table, Miss Hollander. Maybe you should stop stroking me and clean it off.”

  I smiled. “Okay. I'll clean it off.”

  I continued stroking him.

  “Who's the mean one, now?” he grated.

  Smiling again, I twisted my hand and moved it so that it was parallel to my cheek. My eyes never left his beautiful blue ones.

  I continued to stroke.

  I turned my head slightly but I didn't break his gaze.

  I continued to stroke.

  I stuck out my tongue and licked it off my hand, in one long, slow stroke.

  His eyes widened and he watched me intently.

  Still, I continued to stroke.

  His release hung off my tongue then I sucked it down, like a single strangle of spaghetti, down my throat.

  Marcus inhaled sharply and hardened more.

  I continued to stroke.

  He looked at me with hard passion. “Fuck, that was hot,” he moaned.

  I smiled and put him back in my mouth and sucked like my life depended on it. Rapidly, I went up and down, making his crown hit my tonsils. I pulled him all the way out and kissed the tip, and put him back in again. He writhed under me, grabbing my hair. He massaged my scalp and thrust up, begging for more.

  Suddenly, he shouted out, “Ahhh! Mariah... shit... slow down, baby!”

  I so didn't. Marcus turned on his right side, and I put my arm around his thigh, gripping tightly, my other hand stroking him as I sucked.

  Oh, no buddy... you're not going anywhere!

  I twist around and laid on my right side, attempting to pin him, my mouth never leaving his cock.

  “Damn it,” he muttered, hoarsely. Unexpectedly, Marcus reached over and dragged me toward him, lifted my leg high in the air and circled my clit with his tongue. I moaned while he was still my mouth.

  He shuddered then licked faster. That made me moan deeper. I felt the quiver and stop sucking and watched his head swirl. My breathing picked up and my heart thudded with my clit, which was rapidly becoming a rock again. He slowed his licks. He knew I was about to cum and was going to blow at me again.

  “Marcus...”

  “What, Mariah?”

  “No, Marcus! Don't do it!”

  “Stop talking, baby.”

  I put him back in my mouth and flick his tip, thinking it would distract him. He groaned against me but didn't stop loving my sex.

  Jesus, where did he learn such control?

  Marcus flicked me softly, and I released him as my clit tightened. I tingled and shivered from head to toe and I attempted to brace myself, because right on cue, he blew. Softer. Longer.

  I fell over the edge and I screamed bloody-fucking-murder.

  “Not fair,” I yelled, shivering and holding myself tight.

  Marcus chuckled as he softly bit up my thigh. Suddenly, I'm flipped over on my stomach, still breathing heavily and throbbing with waves of intense pleasure attacking me everywhere. He reached under and stroked my clit.

  “No, no...” I whined, pleading. “No more.”

  “One more, baby.”

  “Okay! But just wait! Please!”

  “No. Tit for tat,” he stated, just as I said to him a few minutes earlier.

  I reasoned, “But you said you hated it!”

  “Fucking in love with it now, baby!”

  Marcus grabbed my waist and pulled until I was on my knees. He kissed and bit up then down my back and I whimpered, agonizing over the next orgasm that I knew would rock my body hard.

  “That is so fucking hot,” he murmured, kissing the small of my back. I jerked.

  He slowly slid his hands over my ass and down the back of my thighs to my knees and pried them apart. He bit a cheek. Hard. It didn't hurt, but tingled and I groaned loudly.

  He smacked that cheek. “Shh!”

  “Ah,” I moaned. My skin was on fire!

  Marcus snaked his hand to my clit and rubbed again. It was so sensitive, I lurched forward to get away. He pulled me back and smacked my ass again.

  “Be still, baby.”

  Again, he snaked his arm around and circled my clit. I wanted to cry, it was so intense. My fists gripped the sheet. I felt him move behind me then he positioned his cock at my entry.

  “I'm ready now, baby,” he murmured.

  I couldn’t answer because he slammed into me, hard and fast, and hit that sweet, secret spot inside me.

  “Ahhhhh,” I screamed.

  He gripped my shoulder and pounded me hard. I dropped my head and bit my lip, it felt so good. I loudly moaned, feeling I was going to cum again.

  “Oh, Marcus... oh! Please... stop,” I groaned as his assault continued.

  “You promised me one more, baby. Give it up,” he demanded, continuing to buck into me.

  I froze and climaxed, all over him. I had never squirted in my life... never beli
eved a woman could. But that time, I fucking did. And I felt so fucking dizzy. I couldn't even scream. I held my breath as the continuous waves of pleasure rocked my core. I was burning from the inside out, heat radiating everywhere.

  Marcus pulled me up to sit on his lap, still hard and inside me, slowly stroking in and out. He had one arm at my waist and the other across my breasts, holding me tight to his body.

  “Breathe, baby... I'm not finished yet,” he whispered in my ear, softly thrusting.

  “What?” I exhaled sharply and whimper, as tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt so good and so, so tired.

  More?! Shit! Let's get this over with! No more swimming before sex with this man!

  The dizziness disappeared. I closed my eyes and put my head back on his shoulder. My hands gripped his arm across my breasts.

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  Marcus picked up his rhythm, kissing and biting my throat and rubbing my sex just above my exhausted clit.

  “Oh, no, no,” I yelled as yet another orgasm began.

  What the fuck?

  “Yes,” he hissed.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh,” I panted with each stroke.

  My nails dug into his forearm. I froze and fucking squirted again.

  “Fuck, baby! Yesssss,” Marcus shouted, squeezing me tightly around my waist and breasts. He growled, bucked three more times and froze as he released deep inside me.

  “Baby... what you do to me... I've never...” he whispered, calming.

  His forehead was on the back of my head, his nose nuzzling my neck. When his hold slackened, Marcus planted small, light kisses on my neck.

  I moaned at the touch and smiled. “You're going to fucking kill me, Marcus,” I murmured as I allowed sleep take me over.

  Chapter Ten

  Well rested and eager to learn…

  I felt twitching on my bottom and something pinning me to the bed. The room was completely silent. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a soft light coming from the floor. I looked around but nothing was familiar. Where the hell was I?

  Marcus'.

  I smiled then grinned as I controlled a giggle.

  Oh, yeah.

  A sheet covered our naked bodies. His chest was on my back, his left leg was pinning both of mine down, an arm draped on my waist and the other was over my head. I felt his slow, even breaths on my neck.