by Olivia Brynn
Holy hell. There was no way she misinterpreted that hungry look. The man almost drooled and bared his teeth like a cartoon wolf. Mari blinked again, just in case her imagination and libido were still salsa dancing in her brain.
Two more steps toward her and he lifted her vibrator to his nose and made a show of smelling the pink silicone. His eyes drifted half closed. She bit her lower lip to stifle the moan.
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am for interrupting you.” His voice dropped to an intimate pitch, and Mari released the breath she’d been holding. “If there’s any way I can make it up to you…” He stopped once their clothes brushed. The back of her head hit the wall when she lifted her chin to meet his eyes. Heat from his body surrounded her. His musky scent wafted up to her nose, surrounding her. She sucked a deep breath, indulging in that male smell. “I took an oath to protect and…to serve.” His breath fanned her face.
She watched his lips move, and licked hers. This wasn’t really happening. This way-too-gorgeous man was not in her bedroom holding her favorite toy and standing close enough to taste. She should wake up from this fantasy before she embarrassed herself. The click and ensuing hum of the vibrator close to her ear was real, though. She met his eyes again. He nodded slowly and dragged Bob’s tip along her jaw line.
“Let me.” It could have been a question, but it sounded more like a statement, or maybe an order. “Tell me it’s okay. Tell me you want this.”
She tried to think. If this really was happening, she needed to think straight. The vibrator hummed a path down her neck. He deftly slipped it beneath the fabric of her robe and farther down her chest. She let her arms drop to her sides.
“You have to understand. I get called on an assignment like today and I can’t think about anything but my target. I can’t be distracted. I can’t think about the woman who opened her door to me wearing a flimsy ass robe. I’ve got the lives of innocent people and my fellow officers to consider. I’m stressed out enough with that. I usually relieve myself afterward with a workout in the gym, followed by a solo in the shower, but I’ve never been presented with the likes of you when I’m feeling this.”
“The likes of me?” Mari surprised herself with her ability to speak clearly. His words puffed against her lips, and Mari could even taste his breath. Coffee.
“A fucking sexy as hell woman like you,” he continued, dragging her vibrating dildo around her breast. “Aroused. Naked…”
“I’m not…”
“Take this off and you will be.” He used his free hand to peel her robe off one shoulder.
Mari shut her mouth with a click. She’d been about to say she wasn’t a sexy woman, but she wasn’t a stupid one, either. She didn’t even shiver in protest when her robe slithered to the carpet to pool around her feet. Why should she? This was all a crazy dream that she’d awaken from any second now. She wasn’t really standing naked in front of a cop in her hallway.
“Tell me it’s okay,” he repeated. “I can feel the heat coming off of you. I can even smell your arousal. Let me take care of it for you. Tell me it’s okay.”
But Mari couldn’t say the words. She could barely wrap her mind around the fact that this was real, let alone say something. The vibrator teased the skin below her navel, but he wouldn’t go farther.
“Touch me,” he panted against her lips before she could answer. Her lids drifted closed in anticipation of a kiss that never came. “Please, touch me. Pull my shirt out. Let me feel your hands on me.” He simply rested his mouth against hers while he spoke.
At that point she realized her arms hung limply at her sides. She laid both hands on his stomach. Just as she thought, he was in exquisite shape. His abs tightened beneath her fingers. She indulged in the first touch of his body. Hard male. A wall of muscle and man, wrapped in this thin T-shirt. She gripped it and slid the hem from his pants. He hissed when her hands met his bare skin.
“Fuck, yeah. Tell me. Tell me it’s okay.” He planted his elbow by her ear and leaned against her, caging her to the wall.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I want it. I want you.”
“Goddamned beautiful…” He wasted no time in sliding the vibrator inside her. His moan blended with hers in a tuneless harmony. He didn’t move it once the vibrator was firmly seated deep in her channel. “Don’t come yet, baby. I need one thing from you first.” He didn’t continue until she lifted heavy lids to meet that electric blue stare. “Tell me your name.”
Chapter Two
Mari’s legs almost gave out on her. Marc caught her and pressed his body against hers to hold her up against the hallway wall. She whimpered and tried to grind against the humming intrusion. He switched it off. The sudden silence drew another whine from her throat.
“Tell me.”
Mari slid her tongue along his lips. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to quit fucking around and make her come. She moved her hands around to his back, reaching up to trace the indentation of his spine. She nipped his lower lip and squeezed her channel around the vibrator.
“Huh-uh.” He turned his head enough to press his cheek against hers. “Tell me your name or I walk out right now.”
He wouldn’t dare. “Please…does it really matter?” She scraped her fingers back down and around to his abdomen, until she held the waistband of his pants and belt in a tight grip.
“Yes. It matters. What’s your name, sweetheart? I want to shout it out when I come for you.”
“Oh, my God. Marienna. Marienna Elena Valdez. But you can call me—” She gasped.
He pulled out the vibrator, flicked it on, then slid it back inside with a twist. “Marienna,” he breathed, and then he kissed her. He tasted like sweet coffee and dark sin. His tongue stroked hers, twining a slow path through her mouth. Her name sounded so damn good coming from his mouth. No one called her Marienna, not even her mother. He even pronounced it correctly.
He twisted and pumped the toy in her channel, and all other thoughts slipped away. Slow, deliberate drags in and out. She was so focused on the way he handled her, she could barely think coherently enough to kiss him back.
“Ah, Marienna, you’re strung so tight. You can let it go now. Come for me.” He dipped down and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked.
That did it. Mari dug her hands into his hair, dislodging his sunglasses and knocking them to the floor. The wave began in her chest and pressed through her, hitting her with such a force that it sent her curling over his head, her abdomen contracting wildly. Her pussy squeezed hard, clutching her dildo, sucking the silicone. Her mouth dropped open, and she released a high keening noise she’d never heard come out of her before. He continued suckling her, slowing his strokes to match her dwindling contractions, and she rode each one out until she was left panting against his hair.
He stood straight, and Mari felt the first stirrings of embarrassment. What had she just done? She didn’t even know him! She avoided looking at his face, but he cradled her chin in his hand and tilted her head back so she couldn’t help but look into two blue eyes.
Damn, her fantasies were good. She’d pegged this guy, right down to that glassy look. His pupils had dilated. His breath came fast against her cheeks.
“Now that we got that out of the way, I think you can relax a little bit and enjoy the rest of this.”
She swallowed. “The rest?”
He grinned. A cocky, predatory smile that only tilted one side of his mouth, but crinkled both eyes with mirth. “We’re just getting started.” He took her hand and, like one hypnotized, Mari followed him as he backed into her room and sat her on the bed. He straddled her knees and stood inches in front of her. She had to look way up to see him. “Did you plan on kicking me out once I…serviced you?”
She couldn’t look away from his face. She didn’t want to, so that worked out well.
“Will you ask me to leave before I get to sink my cock into that hungry pussy of yours? I will, you know. I’ll leave right
now if you ask me to.”
She dropped her gaze down his wide chest and stared at his belt. The man was still fully clothed, and she was naked as the day she was born. She met his now serious gaze again.
“Marienna?” He dropped her vibrator on the bed beside her and threaded all ten fingers into her wildly out of control hair. “I don’t want to leave,” he groaned. “I want to taste you. I want to slide so damn deep in your body, but…I know that this is…”
“No.”
Marc’s eyes flared, but he showed no other emotion. “No?”
Mari shook her head, then reached for the bottom of his T-shirt. “No. I don’t want you to leave.”
His sigh ruffled her hair. She pulled up his shirt to gather against his armpits. Hair. Oh, God, that’s sexy. Mari appreciated a nice hairless chest, but there was nothing like the feeling of sparse chest hair like this in her fingers, or against her nipples. She traced the swirling pattern around his dusty rose colored nipples. When they tightened into tiny, hard points, she leaned closer and took one into her mouth.
“Yeah…I like that, Marienna.” Marc struggled out of his T-shirt. He untangled the wires from his communicator that was stuck in one of his back pockets and pulled the wallet out of the other, dropping them both on her bedside table.
He tasted salty. His spicy cologne lingered and mingled with the musky, sweaty scent of man. Mari’s hands roamed at will over his taut skin, reveling in the differences between his body and hers. Where hers was soft, smooth and pliant, his was hard, coarse and unyielding. The man must have to pump a lot of iron to maintain this muscular perfection.
He threaded his hands through her hair, encouraging her exploration. She lifted her lids and found him watching her intently. The desire behind this stranger’s eyes sent another wave of pleasure straight to her loins. She held his gaze, latched on to his nipple with her teeth, worrying it with her tongue from behind. Then she went to work on his belt.
He watched every move she made. The power that she had over him was a heady aphrodisiac. When she lowered his zipper, bumping her knuckles against the hard ridge of his arousal, his nostrils flared. When she eased his pants over his hips, he let his mouth fall open to take sharp, shallow breaths.
“Touch me. God, touch my cock before I die.”
“I want to do more than touch, Lieutenant.”
He sucked a breath through his teeth, pinched his eyes closed and rolled his head back. “Shit…damn…Marienna.”
She dropped her gaze to his waist. Navy blue boxer briefs did nothing to conceal the long ridge of flesh beneath. A small, wet circle covered the tip. Mari licked her lips, then kissed her way down his chest, leaving a trail down the center of his abdomen. Her hands lifted the elastic waistband, just enough to let his engorged head peek out. She crouched over and gave him a long swipe over the slit with the flat of her tongue.
His shudder shimmied down his chest and through her body like she was grounding the electricity of a lightning bolt. She hummed her pleasure against his cock, then took half of his length into her mouth, dragging his underwear down to his knees at the same time.
She found the view of his pants around his ankles very sexy. Her sex squeezed in reaction. With one hand corkscrewing around the base of his cock and the other rolling his balls, Mari alternately sucked and licked Marc’s prick. Each pearl of pre-come that leaked from the tip of his cock to melt on her tongue was encouragement. She pulled away to get a good look at him.
“You’re beautiful.” She’d never used that word to describe a cock before, but the perfection cradled in her hands couldn’t be described as anything but beautiful. Flawless skin stretched tight around a thick, straight staff, now shiny with her saliva. One raised vein trailed down the underside and disappeared into a thick mat of dark pubic hair. His balls, heavy with semen, hung temptingly between his spread legs. “I’ve never seen a cock that looked so damn tasty.”
“Then taste it, girl.” He must have thought that sounded too harsh, because he added a crackled, “Please.”
But she already had his cock halfway down her throat. She planned on teasing him, making him wait just as she’d had to. She wanted his release to feel as good as hers had, but when she got her hands and mouth on him, she couldn’t slow down.
He jerked, sending his cock deeper into her mouth. She let her eyes drift closed, enjoying the mental picture of him, head thrown back, hands holding her scalp, hips jerking…fucking her face.
She moaned, and the sound vibrated against her hand where she pumped. At his “fuck yeah”, she hummed again, rubbing her tongue along the ridge below the mushroom head of his cock.
“Shit, don’t stop. Just like that…just…yeah.” He dropped his hands from around her head. She looked up to find him clenching handholds of his own hair. He’d arched his back and sucked a deep breath through his teeth.
“I’m close. So close.”
She tightened her hold, stiffened her lips and worked his cock. She could actually see his orgasm beginning as a ripple in his cut abdomen. Mari cupped his balls in her hands to experience their role in the upcoming release. Just as she settled her lips around the head of his prick, he reached down and pulled her off, coming in long arcing lines against her neck and breasts. She continued her firm strokes, milking every drop. He gave one last shudder, then lowered her to the bed, following her down, kicking his shoes and pants free, making Mari smile at his gyrations.
“I would love to come in your mouth,” he spoke with his lips brushing hers.
“I’d like that,” she answered, curling her hands over his shoulders.
“You would?” He watched her mouth as she spoke. Why was that such a turn on? He lowered his gaze to her neck and touched his ejaculate.
Mari groaned. “I would have…ah…” He spread the substance around her skin, swirling slippery erotic messages onto her nipples. “You…oh, that feels good…you pulled away.”
“I didn’t know. Not all women like that.” He seemed as entranced by his finger-painting as she. “And you don’t know me. It was better this way.” He smeared a large pool that had gathered in the hollow of her neck. A breeze from the open window chilled it, emphasizing the amount he’d spurted onto her. “Besides, you look so hot with my come all over you.”
Before she could respond, he bent over her and took one breast in both hands and drew her nipple deep into the warm cavern of his mouth.
Mari arched off the bed, jamming more of her flesh between his lips. “Oh, God…Marc, that feels so good.” He cleaned her of his own ejaculate, and that blew her mind. The gesture was so erotic, she shivered. He suckled her, swirling his tongue around her areola, reshaping her flesh with his hands until the heat from his mouth spiraled down to her loins. Mari jerked once in reaction. Marc slid one hand down her stomach and covered her mound.
She waited for him to tease her with his fingers, but he just cupped her in a comforting hold. She grasped his head against her breast, pinching her eyes shut at the pure pleasure he gave, silently begging for more.
He slid down her body, trailing kisses down her stomach until he was kneeling on the floor by the bed. She lifted her head to see him. He flashed a naughty smile, gripped her by both knees, then pulled her to the edge of the bed and to his mouth. He gave her one long drag of his tongue before he pulled back.
“Rub your breasts, Marienna. Rub my seed into your skin. Let me watch you tease your nipples while I eat you.” His voice was husky, still precise and even, but no longer the cold, robotic tone from before. Mari dropped back onto the mattress and wasted no time in following his orders. She took a breast in each hand and twisted both nipples until it hurt.
Marc grunted, then brought his mouth back to her quivering opening.
Good Lord. It had been a long time since she’d felt a man’s mouth on her. She opened her legs to give him all the room he needed. Hot moisture and a flickering tongue danced across her folds. One finger then another curled inside her, stroking that rough
patch she knew would send her writhing on the bed when she was alone. With Marc, she didn’t even have to direct him. He went straight to the kill zone and gave her one hell of a rub, all while tantalizing her clit and lips with his tongue.
It took the flashing stars behind her lids to remind her to breathe. Then she panted, releasing a tiny whimper with each exhale. He answered her call with a low moan vibrating up inside her.
She pulled on her breasts in time with the drags of his tongue down below. Her core, already sensitive from her first orgasm, flooded with heat. The soles of her feet tingled, then the tips of her ears. In a rushing wave, the tingles came together, flooding her pussy where Marc’s mouth drew long, pulsing ecstasy with his talented tongue.
“Marcus!” Her eyes shot open, and she watched as he continued his ministrations, drawing out her orgasm longer than she’d thought possible.
When he lifted his lids, the raw desire she read in the blue depths floored Mari. He didn’t release her stare, even as he crawled back onto the bed, leaving playful nips on his way. He sipped a drop of his own cum on the way, then pressed his mouth to hers.
“Taste me. Taste you…taste us both together on my tongue.”
He angled his head and kissed her. Mari opened to him, greedily taking his tongue into her mouth and suckling it like a babe. The saline flavor of his seed mingled with her bitter juices in a way that made her head spin.
He shifted his weight to lie beside her and wrapped her in his arms until they lay side by side, tongues tangled as surely as their legs.
Mari touched him everywhere. From his smooth, warm back, to his rough chest, to the bulging muscles in his arms. She traced the line of his determined-looking jaw, following its movements as he kissed her deeply. She brought her fingers up across his cheeks and even traced his eyebrows.
Finally, with two airy kisses to her lips then her nose, Marc pulled away from her enough to smile.
“I hope you don’t think I do this all the time.”
