by Desiree Holt
“You don’t like staying in motels? Oh, wait. I guess that could get expensive, depending on how many nights you plan to be on the road.”
“Sometimes I just like to be in the open spaces.”
A look of pain flashed across his face, but it was gone so fast she wondered if she’d just imagined it. She knew returning veterans who, PTSD or not, still grappled with nightmares of what they’d seen and done. Was Marcus plagued by them? Was sleeping outdoors his antidote?
“You’ll bust your brain if you think any harder,” he teased. “Camping out is fun. I used to do it when I was a kid. Don’t tell me you’ve never slept under the stars.”
Actually, no, she hadn’t. Her family had all been just as tight-assed as her, overbooked and always racing the clock.
“I…uh…”
“Never mind. I’ll see if I can arrange it before I leave here.”
That was the first time he’d mentioned leaving, and she got a sudden knot in her stomach.
“Will you be leaving soon?” God, she sounded so prim.
He stopped setting out the picnic items to study her.
“How about we leave that for another time and just concentrating on enjoying today, okay?”
She swallowed. “Okay. Sounds good to me.”
No, it didn’t sound good at all, but she didn’t want to tell him that and ruin the day.
Marcus took off his jacket and draped it on the seat of the motorcycle, so she did the same. She helped him finish unpacking the food then lowered herself to the blanket, sitting cross-legged across from him.
“I’m not usually one for drinking in the morning,” he said, as he pulled a bottle of wine from a knapsack, “but, today, I think we can make an exception. Don’t you?”
He held the bottle up, a corkscrew in his other hand, waiting for her answer.
Mary blew out a breath. Wine in the morning?
“Well, it’s actually almost lunchtime,” she joked, “so I’d say it’s a go.”
His grin nearly melted her panties.
“Wine it is.”
He filled two paper cups and handed one to her. “To a great picnic.”
“A great picnic,” she nodded, and touched her cup to his.
She sipped on the crisp white wine, wondering if the fizzing in her blood was from the alcohol or the expectation of whatever was to come here. Well, she’d wanted a wild ride with a hot biker. Here it was, and her entire body hummed with anticipation. He watched her over the rim of his cup, his blue eyes darkened almost to navy.
Finally, she said, “What? Do I have something on my face?”
“You do. The most gorgeous lips I’ve ever seen. You have no idea what I want you to do with them.”
“Oh!” An image flashed through her mind of her lips wrapped around his cock.
The pulse in her sex went from zero to sixty in a heartbeat, and she was sure her panties were instantly wet.
“Oh, indeed.” His voice had taken on a husky quality, and need flared in his eyes. “Do you think you’d starve if we postponed our picnic for a bit?”
“N-not at all.”
He took the wine from her hands and set it along with his own on a flat tree stump. Then he moved the food to a corner of the quilt and nudged her so they were as far away from it as they could get.
“Take off your blouse, Mary.”
The way he said it left no room for refusal, not that she would anyway. She rose to her knees and pulled the shirt over her head, dropping it at the edge of the quilt.
“Now the bra,” he told her, his eyes eating her up.
She reached behind her to unfasten it, thinking she really should get the kind that fastened in the front. If she was going to be doing this more. If.
Marcus rose to his knees, also, and reached out to cup her breasts. The skin of his palms was slightly roughened, creating unbelievably electric sensations where they touched her skin. He kept his gaze locked with hers as he rubbed his thumbs back and forth across her nipples, the friction sending heat coursing through her. She squeezed her thighs together to control the heavy throbbing reverberating through her body.
“You have gorgeous breasts,” he told her. “Magnificent.”
He lowered his head and took one stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard.
“Ohhh.” The moan drifted from her mouth.
“Your nipples are like cherries,” he said, lifting his head. “Red and ripe and sweet. Do you like this?”
“Yesss.” She hissed the word, arching her back.
“Tell me,” he ordered. “Say it. Tell me want you want me to do.”
Mary had never been in this position before. The men who had been her lovers didn’t go in much for the erotic or for finesse. No wonder it never excited her so much.
“S-Suck my nipples,” she stammered.
“Again,” he ordered. “Open your eyes and look at me when you say it.”
She forced her eyes open and stared into his dark blue ones.
“Suck my nipples.” Then she added, “Hard.” God. Was that really her?
“With pleasure.” He wrapped his lips around one nipple and drew it into his mouth with force, clamping it between his teeth. With thumb and forefinger, he pinched the other one. Hard.
“Oh god!” She closed her eyes and threw her head back, arching into him.
Marcus slid one hand around to cup her ass and hold her in place while he tormented each nipple until she was ready to come just from the intensity of it. His mouth was hot against her skin, her nipple as hard as stone and aching. Then, without warning, he released her.
Mary blinked. “What—”
“I want to see all of you. Now.”
“Do I get to see you, too?” she asked as she rose unsteadily to her feet.
“In good time. If I take off my pants now, it will all be over before we reach the chorus.”
“Your shirt, then. I want to see your chest. Touch it.”
Was that her talking? She could not believe she was getting naked in the sunlight of day with a man she hardly knew and about to have what would probably be the most stupendous, most erotic sex of her life. Ever. Right out here in the open. And she wasn’t going to regret one single minute of it, no matter what happened afterward.
He hesitated a moment then gave one brief nod of his head.
Mary kicked off her shoes and shimmied slowly out of her jeans. Her eyes were glued to Marcus as he yanked up his T-shirt and tugged it slowly over his head, and she bit her lip to stifle her gasp. He had a six-pack unlike any she’d ever seen, and it definitely did not come from a gym. Dark hair was sprinkled liberally across the hard wall of his chest, and beneath it, two bronze nipples peeked out. But that wasn’t what made her swallow her gasp. It was the two thin, white jagged scars, one going from just above his left nipple across his chest to his navel, the other from his navel disappearing into his jeans.
She couldn’t help herself. Still wearing her bikini panties, the hot pink ones she’d bought and been saving for something such as this, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over each scar, edge to edge. Marcus grabbed her upper arms, fingers digging into them as he pulled her back. He started to reach for his shirt, but she slapped his hand.
“They’re part of who you are. You don’t have to tell me about them, but I refuse to let you hide them. Have you hidden them from the other women you’ve been with?”
“No.” He blew out a breath. “But they—” He stopped.
“They what? If you want this striptease show, Marcus Tyree, spit it out, because the mood is fading.”
“Because they meant nothing, and that’s all I’m saying. Now, come here.”
He reached for her and yanked her toward him, toppling her forward. In the next minute, she was flat on her back, her legs spread wide, and Marcus was lying between her thighs. His educated tongue drew circles on her skin, around her breasts, and then down to her navel He traced the circle of flesh again and again with the tip of his
tongue before continuing downward. When he reached her pussy, he lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders and proceeded to lap every inch through the fabric.
Using only the tip, he tongued into her slit, pressing the fabric into it, creating even more friction. Which made her even hotter. Every time he dragged the tip of his tongue up and down, rubbing across her clit, her body jerked in response. She arched her hips to him, thrusting her pelvis, but he held her in place with his hands while he tormented her over and over. She was so close to the crest, so close, so close…
And then, without warning, he lifted his head.
“No.” The cry popped out of her mouth. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Oh, I’m not done,” he assured her in a voice filled with rough hunger. “I just want to better taste you.”
He lowered her legs, grabbed the edges of her tiny panties, and yanked them off, tossing them to the side. Then he positioned her again, opened the lips of her pussy, and took a long, slow lick. Electricity shot through her, and her body arched up to him. His tongue was a live wire as he lapped and licked, swirling the tip around her now very sensitive clit. Every nerve in her body was firing, the need for release so strong it consumed her.
When he finally gave a last, slow lick with his tongue and thrust it inside her waiting channel, she dug her heels into his back to push herself closer to his talented mouth. With measured strokes, he dragged his tongue in and out, scraping her sensitized flesh with each movement.
She was close, so close, her body straining for fulfillment, yet he took his time, tormenting her, teasing her until she nearly lost her mind.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, please, please.”
“Please what?” His words were muffled against her flesh.
“Please let me come.”
He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that echoed through her body. He replaced his tongue with two fingers then added a third, fucking her hard and fast with them.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried, eyes closed as she reached for that ultimate ledge.
Then he bit down on her clit, thrust once more, and she came, body jerking as spasms racked her, riding his fingers for all she was worth. Everything fell away, and there was nothing but the incredible sensations shaking her. The walls of her pussy convulsed, gripping his fingers and riding them, riding them, until finally, the last spasm subsided and her muscles relaxed.
Marcus slid his fingers from her body and lowered her legs from his shoulders, placing light kisses on her mound and the inside of her thighs. He slid until he hovered over her, catching himself on his forearms and placed a light kiss on her lips. She could taste herself on his mouth, a taste more intoxicating than she ever would have thought, and, unbelievably, as spent as she was, the first sense of arousal teased at her. That had never happened to her before. No wonder she’d never thought sex was all that much. She’d picked the wrong men as lovers.
As if he knew exactly what was happening, he chuckled, a knowing sound that vibrated against her lips. She smiled, breathless, and raked her fingers through his hair. “Is that a smug look I see on your face?”
“Might be if we were finished, but hell, we’ve just gotten started.”
“If that’s the case, one of us has too many clothes on.”
Still wearing a shit-eating grin, he rose to his feet in one graceful motion, removed his boots, and unzipped his jeans. Mary thought she’d die of anticipation as he took his time pushing the fabric down his thighs. Beneath the denim, he wore boxer briefs, and the stretchy fabric did nothing to hide the monster erection trying to push its way out.
Then the briefs were gone, and his cock stood out proud and thick from his body.
Mary’s eyes widened.
Holy shit!
Chapter Seven
Marcus had pushed his self-control to the limit giving Mary an orgasm. His balls were on fire, and he had an erection that would win prizes. Of course, he had to admit he could do it again in a heartbeat, just the same way. Her sweet little cunt tasted better than anything. He could feast on it for hours, bringing her to the brink, backing off, then pushing her up again, all the while reveling in the taste of her exquisite juices and the smooth feel of her inner walls. And she was so damn responsive. For the first time in a long while, this wasn’t just about him getting his rocks off. This was a woman who woke all his long-dormant senses, who, just by being herself, pushed him to do more, give more.
Holy fuck. This was not what he’d expected, although he’d been fighting his growing attraction to her every night he sat in the pub. He hoped when the time came, he could walk away because she had her own life and his was…not much. No room for attachments or relationships. Maybe for a day or two, but not for the long haul. He just didn’t have it in him to give any more.
But that was for another day. He’d better shut off his brain or his shaft would go to sleep.
He looked at Mary, lying spread out on the quilt like a delicious feast, the pink lips of her pussy still glistening from her juices, so damn tempting he could come just from looking at her.
“Cup your breasts,” he told her.
Very slowly, she lifted her hands until her breasts rested in her palms. He had the distinct feeling none of the men she’d ever been with had pushed her the way he did. She was a delectable combination of hunger and uncertainty. She was watching him intently, waiting for whatever came next.
“Pinch your nipples. Hard. I want to see that nice dark rosy color they get.”
Without ever taking her eyes from him, she did as he asked.
Damn! He’d better get to business here, or his cock would take off without him. Reaching into his jeans. he pulled out a condom. He’d taken it out of his wallet that morning so it would be handier. Dropping it beside her, he knelt between her thighs and leaned forward, closing his lips around one of her nipples, sucking it in. He bit down on it gently then let it slide from his mouth. He was about to take the other one when Mary pushed herself up to her elbows and reached out with one hand to wrap her fingers around his cock.
Sweet Jesus!
He ground his teeth against the sweet torture as she slowly slid them up and down. God! He wanted her mouth on him, her tongue licking him from root to tip, but that would have to wait. He’d reached his limit. Reluctantly, he moved her hand away.
“Another time, sugar. Right now, I have to be inside you or the top of my head might come off.”
She gave a thready little laugh. “I’ll hold you to that.”
His fingers shook slightly as he unwrapped the condom and rolled it on. Again, he placed her legs on his shoulders, giving him maximum access to her, and nudged her opening with the head of his shaft. Little by little, he eased his way inside her. He was so swollen, and she was so unexpectedly tight, even after he’d brought her to orgasm with his mouth.
When he was fully seated, her inner muscles gripping him, he closed his eyes and inhaled, taking a moment to gather himself. He had to make this good for her, no matter how much control it took. And then he began to move, slowly at first then faster, her wet channel easing the passage of his cock. Back and forth, in and out, gradually picking up speed, watching her and taking his cues from her.
When she locked her ankles behind his neck and pulled him into her harder, he let go of all restraint. He pounded into her, harder and harder, and she met him stroke for stroke. The moment he felt her inner muscles flutter around him, he let go of his control and took them both over the edge. His entire body shuddered as he throbbed inside her tight pussy, her muscles clenching and milking him.
He had no idea how long it went on until at last he collapsed forward. Mary unwound her legs and he held her against him. He wasn’t sure if the intense heartbeat he heard was his or hers, and, at the moment, he didn’t much care. When he could breathe somewhat normally, he brushed a kiss over her lips and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. He studied her eyes, trying to read what she was thinking. Then he let out a long, slow breath
.
“That was…” He searched for a word.
“Amazing,” she finished. “That’s the only word for it.”
“Yes. You’re right.”
He eased himself carefully from her body and grabbed a couple of the paper napkins to help him dispose of the condom. Then he rolled to his side and pulled her against him, wondering if his heart rate would ever slowdown to normal again or if he’d be able to draw a full breath. He tried to think of what to say to her, but words didn’t seem adequate to describe what had just happened.
“Mary,” he began, “I—”
“Ssh.” She touched his lips with the tips of her fingers. “Don’t say a word. It’s perfect just the way it is. How about eating our picnic, now? I think we can both use a little nourishment.”
He searched for any hidden meanings in her words or in her expression, but he found none. She was smiling, and, for the moment, that was enough for him. He’d worry about anything else later. Like the fact she might be passing messages from an illegal arms dealer to gangs and cartels.
“The picnic sounds good. Hope it didn’t get too warm.”
“I’m sure it will be fine. But I think we should put our clothes on first. I can’t believe we did this out here in the open.”
“It’s very private,” he assured her. “But clothes are a good idea, or I might need to do this all over again, and I don’t think we have time.”
He worried that things between them might be uncomfortable now. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. But, unexpectedly, she set the tone, light and casual. They talked about everything and nothing while they ate. He worried she’d pepper him with questions about his past and his life, but apparently she didn’t want to divulge any details of hers, either. Which made him both happy and uneasy, worried she might be hiding something, the very thing he was after.
He just pushed it out of his mind and enjoyed the light conversation while they ate. But as they finished the brownies he’d bought for dessert, he thought he’d test the waters. He was folding the quilt and kind of tossed the question over his shoulder.
“So how long you planning to stick around in Baltimore?”
