I still do...
I work my mouth a little harder, a little faster.
“Mark,” her voice is throaty and low, just the way I like it. “You should swing around and let me return the favor.”
I lick a vicious circle and she gasps and pushes her hips harder against my mouth. I pull back. “I normally prefer sixty-eight.”
“Sixty-eight?” She moans. “I know a lot of different positions, but that’s not one of them.”
“You do me and I’ll owe you one.” I push a finger inside her, almost losing it at how tight and wet she is.
“Oh God.”
Oh God, indeed. I want to be balls deep inside her so bad I can taste it, but last time was over too fast. I want to savor this experience, make her feel so fucking good. I add a finger and adjust slightly until her spine tenses and her breath leaves her body. Jackpot. Having found the sweet spot, I bend to her again and give her my mouth, gently licking and sucking at her clit until her inner muscles grip my fingers and she begins pulling at my arm.
The woman who’s been a total pain in my ass, who should be telling me to get the fuck out of her life, is wet for me and wanting more.
But I’m not prepared to stop yet.
I continue my motions, though gentler, all through her first orgasm, and well beyond. She finally stops pulling at my arm trying to get me to fuck her, and I reach up to take a nipple in my hand and knead it between my fingers in time with my tongue. I’m painfully hard, but want her to remember this.
She throws her head back on the pillow. “Mmm. That feels amazing.”
Not amazing enough if she can still form words. I add a finger inside her and suck harder, because if she can talk, she can think, and I want her incoherent with pleasure.
Her hands fist the sheets, and a long cry of pleasure leaks from her smiling mouth.
Maybe it feels a little like revenge by orgasm, but it’s more than that. It’s making up for so much lost time. It’s proving to her—and myself—that I’m still a man a woman can lose her mind over.
And when Tessa looks at me, pupils dilated with lust, and caresses the sides of my face while I’m going down on her, something male and proud roars in my chest. She comes again, fast, with a loud moan, and I can’t wait any longer. I inch up her body and kiss her deeply, passionately.
But when I sit up, so does she.
And her hands have other plans.
She grabs my dick in her hand and with a quick motion smacks the top of it. The pain hits a moment later, making me gasp, but it’s more surprise than the fact it hurts. The pain has already faded, leaving behind a sharp heat instead. “What are you—?”
“Shush.” She takes my dick in her mouth, more heat, and works me with her talented tongue.
Shushing seems to be in my best interest at the moment, so I shush.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tessa
God help me, I wanted to reciprocate—no, instigate. I wanted to take him in my mouth and suck until he begged me to stop. Instead, I somehow ended up on my back with Mark only bringing me higher, and then I lost my mind with pleasure, becoming a sensate creature, writhing and moaning and loving every bliss-soaked minute.
And when I came through the other side, and Mark’s bright blue eyes were still so hungry, I knew a power I’d never before encountered with him.
The power to take his pleasure, then prolong it.
Sex isn’t something to rush.
And I’ve learned a lot in the years we’d been apart. The knowledge of the things I am capable of doing to him are dizzily empowering and freeing. Maybe I’m supposed to hate him, or at least not give a shit about him anymore. We ended years ago, but the past has somehow come slamming back with shocking clarity, reigniting the forbidden feelings that captured me all those years ago.
Touching him is like taking the first deep breath after holding it for seven years. I want him like my life depends on it. The faint taste of myself on his lips and tongue only turns me on more.
His sharp inhale is released, hissed through clenched teeth when I suck the cock I just slapped.
Some pain can be good. I grip the base of his cock harder and move faster, loving how his fists clench. Not getting the chance to be with him all these years has been so unfair. After he left, I dreamed of him at night and pretended to hate him every day. He’d tied my stomach in knots back then. Now my hands are the ones driving him into a frenzy.
“Tessa, God.” He thrusts up into my mouth, matching my motions. His hands find their way to my hair, first holding it back from my face, then gripping it tightly when I start circling my tongue over the tip while stroking him up and down.
He clenches his jaw. “Enough, I can’t take anymore.”
“Good.” I smile and lick my lips before taking him all the way into my mouth and slowly releasing him inch by inch. His eyes track the movement and he bites his lip, stuttering out a sound that’s halfway between a moan and a whimper.
“Now you’re ready for me.” I don’t need to keep my voice seductive—it’s already sultry from the lust wrapped around my core. Never have I felt so sexy.
I open a condom with my teeth, rolling it down his cock. I don’t know what this means for us, or what’s going to happen tomorrow, but I stamp the uncertainty into submission. No one has ever gotten me as hot—as wet—before.
We will make it work. He stretches out above me while I spread myself wide for him.
And watch while his hard shaft slowly pushes into me.
His moan is just as long as mine. “God, Tessa, you feel so good.”
I can’t speak. After dominating English and then seeing Carey and Milena, and now Mark? Tonight’s been a special kind of perfect hell on my pussy. Mark fills me so completely it almost hurts. Almost. I can only breathe deep as he withdraws then plunges in again, faster this time. He grabs my wrists and moves them behind his head, and I cling to him while he grips my hips and tips them in a slightly different angle that allows him to go even deeper.
Now cries of pleasure tear from my throat with every long thrust, and I couldn’t stop them if I tried. Or if I wanted to try. His thick shaft strokes places inside me that make my pulse roar in my ears. Our mouths crash together in a passionate kiss and I dimly realize I’m scratching at his back, but all I want is for him to invade every inch of my body. I bite at his lip, suck at his tongue, and smile when he begins wildly pounding into me.
Perfect. He’s perfect, so strong and hot for me. He leans back and lifts my ankles so my legs are on his shoulders and he goes so hard and deep that my breasts bounce.
“Feels. So. Fucking. Good. Mark.” I can only manage one word per thrust because when he is inside me I lose the ability to speak.
His hands find my breasts, grasping them, and rubbing my nipples. He shakes his head. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now.”
“What am I doing to you?” Tonight, I especially like dirty talk, because I want inside his head.
“I can’t even think.” He starts thrusting slower and slower, dragging the moans slowly from my lips.
“Mmm. What’s distracting you?” I grab one of his hands and slip his finger in my mouth. He bites his lip and I bite his finger. His hips go wild.
“You’re so tight. And wet. God, I could fuck you forever and it wouldn’t be enough.”
Wow. Even without his cock rubbing that place right there, his words drive me closer to another orgasm. I rake my teeth along his finger as I slide it out of my mouth. “What else?”
“You’re beautiful. Your body is gorgeous, perfect.”
I pinch his finger with my teeth and suck it while lashing it with my tongue.
He grits his teeth. “Your mouth, Christ, your mouth, Tessa, I can’t.”
Desperate lust enters his eyes, and I rip my legs from his shoulders, allowing him to press closer to me, while I grab his ass and try to draw him even deeper.
“I’m the one doing this to you, making you forget
everything but me.” His words are an echo of my thoughts. “Can you feel that? How fucking tight you are?” He circles his hips around and I cry out, stunned at the sheer perfection of how that feels. “Your body is gripping me, not wanting me to leave. That’s how I know you’re going to come again. You’re so hot, and wet, and turned on. Come for me.” He reaches down and lightly, quickly rubs my clit. “I’ll never leave you again, Tessa.”
Not even five seconds pass and I cry out, back arching with the deepest orgasm yet.
He groans and twitches inside me a second later, his arms tightening around me before rolling us so I’m on top.
He pulls a blanket on top of us and gently caresses my back with long, lazy strokes of his warm hand. “This could be life,” he whispers, and the love in his voice echoes through my heart. This moment is my favorite. Ever.
My eyelids grow heavy. I try to sit up and he gently holds me to him like he can’t bear to let me go. I stay as I am, letting him pet me because fuck, it feels good.
This man is the one I want forever.
I fall asleep with him still inside me.
I JERK AWAKE, UNSURE of what tore me from unconsciousness until I hear the frightening sound again.
Someone's stepping on a cat in my bathroom.
No, it's more like someone's trying to cram a saxophone down a garbage disposal.
I smile. Oh, it's worse than any of those sounds.
Mark's singing in my shower.
A few muscles protest when I luxuriously stretch my limbs. I'd forgotten how bad of a singer Mark is. Not that he ever let that stop him. He used to sing any time he thought he was alone. I caught him singing behind corners or in stairwells back before we’d ever made love. Maybe in another life he was an opera singer, or a jazz vocalist, and now he's been reborn with the drive and passion, but none of the requisite talent.
There's something to be said for doing things for the love of it, rather than aiming for perfection or monetization. Too often, even when people are amazing at things, the love becomes about how they can turn that passion into a source of income and before the person knows it they're overdoing it and burning out, come to hate the very thing that breathed life into their souls. It's sad when a passion turns into a burden. Just because you're good at something doesn't mean you have to devote your life to it. Funny how we equate the two. People will say you're wasting your talent if you're not doing something with it.
But maybe what you love about it is that it's a break from your daily grind. Maybe the magic is lost if you stop letting it be what it is and start putting pressure on it to be a career.
He exits the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh, you’re awake.”
I laugh. “As though I could sleep through that travesty of sound?”
He sits next to me on the bed. “Think that should be my band name?”
I love how much lighter he seems today, how happy. I scoot closer. “It certainly fits. What do you want to do today?” I trail my hand up his chest, tickling the hairs with my fingertips.
He shakes his head. “I don’t care what we do today, as long as we’re doing it together.”
I smirk. “Not taking that obvious opening for a dirty comment. What would you have been doing if we weren’t here now?”
He scratches at his scruff. “Well. I’ve got some library books to go back.”
I bite his shoulder. “That’s adorable. We are so going to crash the library together.”
His eyes comically widen. “I’m not sure it’s safe to take you out in public. Who knows what you’ll get up to?”
I lick his neck. “Exactly.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mark
We drive in a companionable silence for a while before Tessa breaks the quiet. “I don’t remember you being a big reader.”
“Once I finally tackled The Cat in the Hat, I was unstoppable. Couldn’t get enough of books and reading.”
Her eyes sparkle. “When was that, last month?”
I pull into a parking space and turn the engine off. “Last week, and I’m already up to Choose Your Own Adventure books, thanks very much.”
She laughs and bumps her shoulder into mine. “I love how quick you are. You always did keep up with me.”
“I tried. You never took it easy on me.”
“Winning’s only fun when your opponent is hard.” Her gaze shifts down my chest and belly.
I sigh and lean closer, lowering my voice. “Are you going to get us thrown out of the library for shenanigans?”
Her eyes light up with mischief. “Is that a challenge?”
“It certainly is not, Tessa. You behave yourself in here or—”
“Or what?” She leans close and gently sucks my lower lip into her mouth, releasing it so quickly that to a casual observer walking by the car, they’d think she’d only given me a quick peck on the lips. She’s leaned back before I have the chance to react. “You’ll give me a spanking?”
The blood in my body suddenly takes a detour south. “Can I?”
She tilts her head to the side. “Would you like to do that?”
Would I? I picture her face down on the bed, writhing with her luscious ass in the air, waiting for my hand to decorate her cheeks with a rosy blush from my slaps and caresses.
I nod.
“That’s something I might be into exploring with you.” She grins. “That said, I’d rather give someone a spanking than get one.”
“Not sure I’d be into that.” I grab my books from the back seat.
She opens her door. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, darling. You never know when you’re missing out on something amazing.”
True enough, but I’d rather it was her ass in the air instead of mine.
“What do you think?” I nod at the building, the Ballard branch, with its huge windows and unique roof.
“It’s...swoopy.”
“I suppose it is. Do you know much about the construction of this place?”
“Nope. I tend to buy ebooks rather than use libraries or go to bookstores. Sloane’s always giving me shit for it.”
“They really tried to make it energy efficient and green. Solar panels and skylights. They tried to take advantage of a lot of natural light. Waterless urinals, automatically controlled lights in a lot of places with occupancy sensors. A lot of recycled materials were used in the construction.”
“You know a lot about this place.”
For someone who’s been gone, she doesn’t say. “I’ve been back a few weeks—and conservation’s interested me for the last few years. Seeing other places in the world struggle for the most basic of needs? It gets you thinking about all the waste we participate in over here. I started reading more when I was laid up after...well. After.”
She opens her mouth like she wants to ask, but presses her lips together.
I clear my throat. “We parked on the wrong side, but there’s a green roof too. Thousands of drought-tolerant plants that provide insulation and catch water that would otherwise end up in the storm drains.”
“What kind of plants?”
“I don’t know. All kinds? I’m here for the books, not the salad on the roof. There’s a periscope you can use to look at it.”
“Nah. We’ve got a conservatory at The Underground I helped make.”
“Really? You’re into plants?”
She shrugs. “They’re peaceful. I find it relaxing wandering around the garden.”
“You’ll have to show me sometime.”
Her smile is shy. “I’d like that.”
We head inside, and Tessa’s gaze sweeps up to take in the windows with their slightly tinted solar film, and the roof, high above. “Definitely not the stuffy libraries I’m used to.”
“When’s the last time you stepped foot inside one?”
“Don’t beat that dead horse. I’m stepping into one now.”
I deposit my books into the book return and lead us to the Fiction sect
ion.
“The ceiling’s so high in here.”
“Makes it feel more open. You said you read a lot of ebooks? Want to help me find something?”
She nods and takes my hand, and I give hers a gentle squeeze and direct her down an empty aisle.
Her breath catches in her throat and that’s when I know I’m in trouble.
The library’s fairly quiet right now, but that doesn’t mean we can go bang in the stacks somewhere. Much to my cock’s chagrin.
If Tessa feels the same, she certainly doesn’t show it.
She ever-so-innocently skims her hip against my crotch when she passes me too close in the aisle. “What kind of story are you looking for?” She faces a shelf and stares up at the spines as though perusing them for me. My own, personal naughty librarian.
Blood was already heading to my cock. This is going to make for a very awkward check out.
I grin, loving her playfulness. “Something exciting.” I grip her hip and her back arches, making her ass more prominent.
She slowly maneuvers her way between the shelf and my body, thrusting her ass out to lightly rub against my crotch. “Something dangerous. An adventure? Big, strong man like you looks like he’d be into that.”
“Maybe I’m into romances? It’s terribly rude of you to assume what kind of reading material I’m into based on being a guy.”
She spreads her legs. “You’re right. That is terribly rude of me.”
She lets out the tiniest squeak as I press the entire length of my body against her back as I reach for a book on the shelf above her head. “What about this one?”
No answer.
I smile and nuzzle the back of her neck, inordinately pleased by the shudder that rolls through her entire body. “Tessa?”
“Yes. That’s so good. It’s perfect.”
I tip the book to check out the cover. “So you’re into orcs and dragons? High fantasy?”
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