by Sarah Skye
I’ve gotten the messages. I’m aware this will end terribly. And I simply do not fucking care.
“Mmph, wait. Wait.”
“Shh.”
“No, Morgan.”
Marco lifts his head suddenly and stares at me. His eyes are glassy and on fire all at once. A heated flush paints his cheeks. His full lips are slick and parted over quick breaths. He is maybe more handsome than ever before.
“What then?” I demand, trying to stay saucy over my thudding heart.
“Just so we’re clear,” he rumbles in a voice full of restraint. “Where are we stopping tonight?”
Whoa. I’m not sure there was ever a sexier question. On the one hand, he’s giving me all the power here. On the other, he’s forcing me to voice my desires. Definitely a top-three sexiest question of all time.
I struggle to draw the breath necessary to say, “We’re going to ruin everything if we keep going. Absolutely everything.”
He nods slowly. “I hope not, but maybe.”
“So let’s ruin it. No stopping. No holding back. I want it all.”
That glassiness evaporates so now there’s only fire in his eyes. His lip curls in a wolfish smirk, but his aura is nothing but tender. He rests his forehead against mine and cups my cheek. “I will give you everything I have if you want it, gorgeous.”
Before I can swoon, Marco hoists me higher and hauls me off the wall, spinning us around so he can march across the living room. “Take off your shirt,” he mumbles between kisses, so I rip my crop top over my head and let it fall who-knows-where. He lowers me down, down, down, until I’m lying on the softest blanket ever—the faux fur.
“Mmm.” My lips curve into a deep, contented smile as I snuggle against the silky threads. “I think I have a fetish for this rug.”
He rumbles a laugh. “I’ve noticed. Figured it was a good starting place.”
“We started this weeks ago. On the way back from the bar.”
His dark lashes flutter as he opens his eyes. We both smirk at each other, needing no words at this moment to agree that I’m 100% correct.
When he kisses me this time, it’s languid and gentle. My stomach dips like the drop of a roller coaster from that sweet, lazy kiss because I get the message: this is the part where we’re not stopping. I tug on his hair, and he hums. When the kiss goes on and on, nothing more and nothing less, I squirm, and he hums again. When I squirm again, he hums louder and sits up abruptly.
“So impatient,” he chides with a cluck of his tongue.
“Stop clucking and kiss me.”
Marco chuckles and shakes his head. He plucks the stretchy headband off my head and examines it. “You asked for everything. Don’t you trust I’ll give it to you?”
I do trust it. I trust him.
“So have a little faith, Morgan. A little blind faith, maybe?” He twirls the headband on his finger and arches a brow.
My eyes widen. “Um, okay?”
That wicked smirk is the last thing I see while he takes the wide cloth band and settles it over my eyes. It’s soft and stretchy and works perfectly as a blindfold—so perfectly that I tense a little to lose all sight.
But he captures my bottom lip with a soft scrape of his teeth, and suddenly my other senses are ultra-sharp. That little scratch, the scent of his cologne, and the softer-than-soft rug under my palms all hit me like lights on a pinball game. “Relax, Morgan.”
Jesus, even the sound of my name is better.
I lie back again on the rug and wrap my limbs around him, submitting to the darkness and his kisses. He is in no hurry, and I let myself be okay with it even though I’m aching and so needy it’s almost embarrassing. I haven’t had sex in ages, and I haven’t wanted someone like this ever, as far as I can remember. But he just kisses my lips, my jaw, and my neck and laughs when I squirm. When he finally makes his way to my breasts, I expect more teasing.
Oh, but no.
Commanding fingers yank the satin cups down before I can process it; he sucks one nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue while those fingers pinch the other. “Oh, holy fuck, Marco,” I howl, arching my back off the rug.
Marco just hums and switches sides.
He alternates between rough, sucking kisses and little flicks of the tip of his tongue until I’m practically ready to come. And then, without me squirming or saying a damn thing, he pulls back. I don’t need to see to understand. I lift my hips at the moment his hands are there to slide my jeans off.
I sense him freeze. Then, a small sigh. “How’d I get this lucky?”
His question isn’t for me. It’s barely audible, but because I’m vibrating and on sensory overload, I hear it clearly. My heart melts at the reverence in his voice, but I don’t have time for feels right now unless they’re the thigh-shaking climactic kind. I wiggle around on the rug, certain I’m a sight indeed but glad he’s into it. But Marco grabs both my knees and silently commands me to be still again.
Yes, yes I can do that if it means—
“Oh, holy fuck, Marco!”
Those might be the only four words I know anymore, but I really don’t care. His cheeks scratch my thighs as his tongue licks me back to front before his mouth is on my pussy. Lights explode behind my covered eyes as I’m again hit with sensory overload. His scent, the rug, my scent—all of it is overridden by the things his tongue does to me. This time, when my hips buck, he doesn’t hold me still. He just wraps my legs around his back and hums, encouraging me to fuck his mouth.
That, I absolutely can do.
“Right there, right there, oh right fucking there!”
I learn a few new words just before my entire being explodes and shatters.
Marco hums.
I laugh when I regain the brain cells to do so.
The blindfold lifts, and I’m gazing into his eyes again. No smirk, no fire, just reverence. He licks his lips, and my heart puddles again.
“Marco, I…”
Now it’s my turn to be shushed. “Shh, come on, we’ve got more trouble to find.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. My knees are shaky, my bra is askance and weird, and I couldn’t possibly care less. I reach around and unclasp the thing to let it drop to the ground. Then, I let him guide me down the short hall to his bedroom.
“This is unfair. I’m buck naked and you’re fully clothed.”
Marco flashes a grin over his shoulder. “Who’s fault is that?”
I tug on his hand, and he willingly spins around to let me strip his shirt and unbuckle his pants. When he tugs the shirt over his head, though, I have to pause. His abs flex with the motion. Dark hair smatters over defined pecs. Biceps curve like chiseled marble, and I don’t give a damn if that’s my sex-addled interpretation or not.
“You work out.”
He laughs. “I’ve had a lot of free time lately.”
I roll my eyes at that. “Please. You’re the kind of guy who makes working out a hobby.”
Warm hands splay over my hips and wrap around my back. God, he makes me feel the best kind of tiny in those hands. “And you’re the kind of woman who does, too. Look at these abs.” With that, he drops to his knees and drags his tongue along my stomach.
I swat him away and tug him back to his feet. “I have to for work. Now hush and drop trou.”
He treats me to another laugh while I shove his pants to the floor. Just as I thought: his legs are as chiseled as the rest of him.
And his cock. Oh, my.
Nothing is weighing on his mind tonight, and the erection that’s straining his black boxer-briefs makes my eyes widen. I lick my lips and twitch a brow at him. That makes both of his eyebrows shoot up, and before I know it I’m sitting on the bed. His cock springs free and is everything the preview promised it would be, long and hard and so, so ready for my mouth.
I am thirsty to taste him. So I do.
“Morgan,” Marco hisses when I waste no time running my tongue around the head. “You fucking tease,” he c
huckles when I refuse to do more.
“I like teasing you,” I admit, and he knows I mean more than right now. “You give it back so well.”
“Like I said. I will give you everything, no matter what you want to—oh, my fucking god.”
I hum around his shaft, and he shudders all over. His body sways while I suck, but when I start to taste the tang of come, he pulls back abruptly. “Not yet,” he strangles.
“You could’ve.” I’m pouting a little, and I realize it’s because I wanted to see him come undone for me. I wanted him to reach that peak of pleasure after all these weeks of work and sadness and holding back.
I wanted him happy.
But Marco eases me back on the bed and crawls over me. Between sloppy kisses where we’re tasting ourselves on the other’s lips, he says, “I want this to last all night. It’s been a long while. I need you to come again before I even think about finishing.”
Oh. Well, in that case.
We roll across his bed in a tangle of sheets and hands and mouths. Today has no beginning and no end. There are no clocks or friends or sick Gram or skeevy lawyers. There is only us, and we are more than enough. Our bodies offer endless entertainment and pleasures to discover.
I also discover that Marco is very, very good at talking dirty.
“I want to pull your hair and spank this ass,” he hisses in my ear and then scrapes his teeth across the lobe. One hand squeezes my backside. “The way you moan when I grip your hair… Do you like to be spanked, Morgan?”
“I don’t know.” It’s the truth. I’ve always balked at the idea, but the way he tugs my hair does make me wet like I didn’t expect. My eyes flutter open as a question pops into my head. “Why do you want to do that?”
He smiles tenderly and brushes my lips with a kiss. “Because I think you’ll enjoy surrendering control. You work so hard and worry about so much. I think it would take you out of your head.”
I bite my lip. “Show me.”
My heart thuds as he spins off the bed and brings me back to my feet. He kisses me deeply, then turns me around. “If it’s too much, you say ‘butter,’ and I stop immediately. Understand?” I nod, and he grips my chin to turn my gaze to him. His face is stoic. “No. Do you understand?”
I nod again and say, “I understand. Butter and we stop.”
Before I can fully turn my head again, his palm cracks across my right butt cheek. The sharp sting freezes me with something like shock. Guilt, maybe? Like I’m being punished for my sins.
A heartbeat later, pleasure crawls from my toes to my scalp. My breath hitches at the cocktail of emotions pulsing through me, brightest at the spot where his hand just was.
“Again, please,” I murmur, and then bend my head and lean forward a little more. Marco growls and weaves his fingers into my hair, tugging hard until I gasp and tilt my head back. Then, he rhythmically strikes me, first one side and then the other. As he does, he speaks in a calm, almost soothing voice. Each sentence ends in a slap.
“Always so worried, aren’t you Morgan? Working so hard on your career. For your Gram. Keeping your car running. Your rent paid. Everyone happy. Are you happy? Are you fulfilled? What do you need to feel… completely… safe?”
And I don’t know why, but my brain is quiet. My body stings and aches. My thighs are soaked and my ass is basically numb. I am somewhere between the brink of climax and howling in pain.
And I feel safe here.
Marco pulls my back to his chest by the grip on my hair. His palm coasts gently up my flaming hip, now protective and gentle. “Well?” he whispers.
I can’t open my eyelids because they’re lead, but I pull it together enough to choke out, “I feel safe, Marco.”
His body tenses, but he doesn’t stop petting me. “And?”
“And I want you to fuck me. Now, please.”
I half expect him to bend me back over, but we fall together into the bed and resume the toe-curling kisses that have been driving me wild for a week now. He reaches to the nightstand, and then foil is ripping and he’s kneeling over me. I sit up and help him roll on the condom. When it’s secure, we lock eyes.
And he smiles.
“You first, remember.” Marco falls to his back and gestures for me.
I smile, even though that empty-headed feeling still has me buzzing. Then, I crawl over him and straddle his hips. He holds his cock upright, teasing until I swallow hard and seat myself on him.
“Oh, holy fuck.”
We both scream it this time.
Marco squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip. “Hang on,” he mutters. “Christ, you feel incredible.”
“Mmmhmm,” is all I can manage while I acclimate to his length inside me.
Finally, he sucks in a deep breath. “Okay, go.”
And so I do. I ride him slowly at first, but with increasing intensity, until we’re both muttering swears and sweat slicks our thighs. When my brows pinch in concentration and my eyes fall shut, Marco’s fingers are there, teasing my clit with the same kind of delicious rhythm his tongue had earlier. He’s steady and controlled and everything I need.
“Marco.” I throw my head back and absolutely howl his name.
He tumbles me to my back before I’m completely done shuddering. “Morgan.”
My name is soft, tender. It opens my eyes.
His are gentle, adoring, and absolutely beautiful. He offers a half smile and strokes my face even while he thrusts gently inside of me.
“Everything okay?” I whisper.
Marco blinks and nods. “Yeah. Just, this is a lot of everything. In all the ways.”
I know exactly what he means. “In all the ways. All of the feels,” I agree.
“All the feels. We’re so fucked.”
For that, it’s my turn to smirk. “Mostly just me so far. So hush and come for me.”
And with that, I wrap my legs around his waist, arch my back, and hear my name bounce off the walls as his whole body convulses around me.
19
MARCO
“Fuck.”
It’s more of a grunt than a word, the way it falls out of my mouth as I come. I’m almost embarrassed. The single most gratifying sexual experience I’ve ever had, and I sound like a caveman.
But then I glance down at Morgan. That smile. Part smug, part bliss, and part something I can’t quite define. Whatever it is, it’s raw and stripped down and real. And it’s for me.
I bury my face into the side of her neck and kiss the impossibly soft skin there.
“Fuck, Morgan.”
“You already said that. And did it.”
I lean up, laughing as I pull off the condom and toss it into the nearby trash can. Then I shift so that I’m lying next to her and cuddle her into my chest. “Yeah, well, that’s what you’ve reduced me to. Grunts and profanity.”
I swear I feel her breath change. I glance down and there’s that look again. I saw it in her eyes the minute I opened the door for her, right before she jumped me.
Desire.
And just like that, I’m rock hard again.
Yeah, we just fucked everything up. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to fall for the friend of my ex-girlfriend and my ex-fiancée. I wasn’t supposed to have the best sex of my life with her. I wasn’t supposed to feel this surge of emotion, to care about her like this.
But I do. And I’m not going to waste a single second thinking about anything else but her.
I pull her on top of me and start to kiss her. She mumbles something about being all sweaty, but I ignore her. She laughs against my mouth as she presses against my dick.
“Wow. Already?”
“Like I said. You have an effect on me.”
We’re pawing at each other like the world is ending. Our mouths are everywhere. And I have the second best idea I’ve had today, right behind blindfolding her and working her ass until it was red. That may be one of the best ideas I’ve had in my entire life.
I bre
ak our kiss and sit up, then lead her to the bathroom.
“Oh,” she says when I let go of her hand to turn on the shower. I glance back and catch her biting a grin.
I shrug and smile. “Best way to wash off sweat in my book.”
Her head falls back as she laughs, and I pull her against me. “I’ve jerked off in here plenty to the thought of doing this with you. I have a feeling the real thing is a million times better.”
Her gaze turns fiery; I take that as my cue. I slide the door open, feel the stream of water to make sure it’s warm enough, and let her step in first. She squeals when she spots my shampoo bottle on my shelf. She swipes it, opens the top, and inhales.
“Not quite as good as your cologne, but still intoxicating.” She squirts a dollop into her hand. “Before the dirty stuff starts, let me get clean.”
I burst out laughing and follow her lead, quickly shampooing my own hair before taking over for her.
“Oh my god,” she moans as I massage my fingers against her scalp.
“Feel good?”
“So, so good,” she hums with her eyes closed.
We rinse off, then soap each other, which soon turns into groping. Under the cascade of water, I lean down to kiss her and groan. The way this woman teases with her tongue—in my mouth, around my cock—it’s enough to make my head explode. But I breathe in the wet air around us to steady myself. We’re finally together, finally giving in to every urge we’ve ever had, and there’s so much I want to do still.
I run my hands up and down her body, relishing how she’s soft and smooth and firm all at once. My hands rest against the curve of her hips as our tongues get filthier and filthier. I give her a gentle squeeze and slowly turn her away from me.
“Say ‘butter’ if you want me to stop, okay?” I growl into her ear.
She bites her lip as she grins. “Okay.”
I shift so I’m behind her. “Hands against the wall.”
“So bossy.”
“Yet another thing you bring out in me.”
She’s turned away, but she tilts her head slightly, and I catch the edge of her smile. It’s crazy, I’ve never gotten to be like this with anyone before. But she likes it. And fuck, I like it too. A lot. There’s something insanely hot about someone as assertive and strong as Morgan letting her guard down with me. Letting me take control of her pleasure and trusting me enough to dole it out to her. Just thought makes my chest ache. Yeah, it’s sex. But it’s so much more too, even if I can’t put it into words.
