by Faye Avalon
“Like, can we pay the bill and get out of here.” Since she’d already slipped off her shoes, Beth kept her gaze locked on his as she slowly skimmed her foot up the inside of his leg. “I think it’s time to end my slump.”
With a feral gleam in his eyes, Marco called for the check.
Chapter Five
Marco wanted to take her back to his place, but Beth insisted they go to hers. She’d spruced up her bedroom specially and somehow felt more confident in her own habitat.
Now, as he stood in her little sitting room filling the space again, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d made the right decision.
He moved close, took her bag from her shoulder, and placed it on the nearby chair. He took her face in his hands, tilted her chin up until her mouth was inches from his. Then without a word, he kissed her. His mouth was soft and ripe, traces of coffee and chocolate from the dessert they’d shared on his warm breath.
Beth opened her mouth as he took the kiss to another level, his tongue probing for entry and then clashing with hers. One taste of his tongue and Beth felt something explode inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her tight against him, his hands gripping her hips to keep her stable as he ground his cock into her aching pussy.
She felt her cotton wrap slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor at the same moment Marco reached up for the zip of her dress.
Delicious shivers ran along her spine with each area revealed as Marco slid down the zip. He drew away the shoulder straps and eased the dress down her arms, past her waist and hips, until it fell at her feet. With one hand anchoring her at the waist, he reached with the other and brushed the back of his fingers along the curve of her breast pushing above the balcony bra.
“I wondered,” he said as he brushed her lips with his. “Would your tits be small or large? Would they fit perfectly into my hands?” He reached around her back for the clasp and relieved her of her bra, letting it fall next to her dress. Then he reached up and cupped her breasts, his palms warm against her flesh, his thumbs determined as they brushed lightly over her nipples. “Oh, yeah. A perfect fit.”
Beth closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of his hands on her breasts, the warmth of his skin, the steady but possessive way he cupped her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he squeezed her sensitive flesh, just enough to get her eyes open.
“I like the feel of you against me,” she breathed. “The way you touch me.”
“I’ve barely started. You should know I don’t plan to stop until I’ve explored every damn inch of you.”
Beth reached up to his black shirt. Because the top two buttons were already unfastened, she began at the third one down and began to release them. “I plan on doing the same.”
Her voice sounded catchy, breathless. With each button released, she marvelled at his sculpted chest with its smattering of dark hair, the hard and toned abdomen. When she tugged the shirt from his trouser waistband, she loved the way his abdominal muscles clenched.
Easing the shirt off his shoulders, Beth watched him as he watched her while popping the buttons at his cuff. She helped him shrug out of it and tossed it on the chair where her bag lay.
When she reached for his fly, he caught her wrist. “My turn.”
She looked up at him and let her eyelashes flutter. “But I’m more naked than you are. It’s only fair—”
“You should know right now that I don’t play fair. I play to win. Every time.”
He stepped back and Beth felt suddenly conspicuous in her undressed state. She had only her panties on, if you didn’t count her flat pumps. “I didn’t realize this was a competition and you’re keeping score.”
“Playing to win always involves keeping score.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped his fingers around the edges of her panties.
Beth sucked in a breath, knowing he was about to divest her of her final scrap of clothing, but her breath caught when he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to her mound. She looked down at the way his dark hair brushed his shoulders, and she pressed her hands to his head.
He moved his hands from the sides of her panties and traced them along the bottom edges of the material until he touched the thin panel covering her pussy. He pushed a finger beneath the panel, brushing lightly against her pubic hair.
When he looked up at her, his eyes were deeply hooded and incredibly sexy. “Something else I wondered about.”
“What?”
Still looking at her, he eased his finger between her pussy lips, making her gasp. “Wondered whether you’d be bare.”
“Is that what you prefer?”
He gave a barely visible shake of his head. “I prefer whatever you’ve got for me.” Adding another finger, he teased both along her slit.
When he pushed both fingers inside her, Beth jerked a little even as she closed her eyes.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She looked back down at him. “I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”
He worked his fingers slowly inside her, using his free hand to anchor her by holding her ass. “You’d better get used to it. I plan to keep on giving you what you’re not expecting.” He eased aside the scrap of material covering her pussy.
She looked down, as he did, and the sight of his skilled fingers pushing inside her made her knees weaken and her pulse race. Before she could grab a steadying breath, he pressed his mouth to her heat. She must have made a sound because the hand on her ass dug in, holding her tighter in place. Between his hand on her backside and his mouth on her pussy, she had nowhere to go, even if she’d wanted it. Which she didn’t.
“Marco…”
His response was to push the tip of his tongue against her clit. The room spun and Beth dug her fingers into his hair. She wanted to push him away because the feeling was too much, but she wanted to keep him close, for him not to stop. Never to stop.
His tongue pushed harder against her clit, the tip brushing in tiny circles around the sensitive nub before retreating a little as her pussy throbbed. He kept up the same push and retreat action until she thought she might pass out.
She threw her head back and let him spin her into some crazy world where nothing seemed solid, nothing seemed real, only him and his skilful tongue.
She heard him groan as he withdrew his mouth. He wrapped his fingers around her panties and tugged them down.
“Step out,” he commanded as he stood up against her. When she did, he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her hips, tugging her naked pussy tight against his hard cock. “Shit, Beth. I need to fuck you. Now.”
His words thrilled her. She’d only ever slept with James and he had never used the terms Marco did. She could never remember James telling her he needed to fuck her. They’d simply got on with it. But Marco’s bold statement only intensified her own needs and made her feel amazing and desired.
She swallowed as he hoisted her up, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She toed off her shoes as he moved to the stairs. Vaguely, she thought it was the most erotic moment of her entire life as her naked pussy ground against the hard erection still encased by his trousers. His mouth hot and demanding on hers, he took the stairs two at a time.
On her tiny landing he pushed through the first of two doors, which led to the bathroom. “Not the room I’m wanting right now,” he grated as he did an about-turn and opened the second door. “We’ll save that for later, when we shower together.”
Her skin, already on fire, fired up like a volcano at the thought of taking a shower with Marco. Naked. Hot. Amazing. Sexy.
Moving to her bed, he lowered them both down. As she lay there, too far gone to worry about her nakedness, Marco stood and watched her with hot dark eyes as he toed off his shoes, unzipped his trousers, and pulled them off.
Take her to hell and back, but well endowed didn’t cut it. His cock stood proud of his muscled stomach, the long length giving a jerk as he stood there watc
hing her.
Beth shifted over a little to make way for him to lie beside her, but he just stood there looking down at her. “Lie back.”
She thought she was, but realized she’d hoisted herself onto one elbow to watch him as he stripped. She dropped back and gazed up at him.
“Open your legs.”
She did.
“Touch yourself.”
What? She’d never done that in front of anyone before, let alone a man like Marco. A man who set her pulse racing and her hormones whirling. But she knew that his instruction wasn’t a request and the very thought made her stomach roll with lust. Yet if she was going to break her sexual famine she might as well go the whole hog, so she took an inner deep breath and spread her legs a few inches wide.
He gazed down at her revealed pussy, his chest working as his breaths deepened. Beth felt power surge through her. Power gained from the fact that she could do that to a man, to Marco. It made her confidence soar.
“Wider.” Marco’s sharp demand made her own breathing catch, but the look he shot her made her want to put on the show he sought. Right at that moment, she had him in thrall. She was the woman he desired. Knowing that, she widened her legs and ran her hand down her belly.
Marco put his knee on the bed and slid one hand up the inside of her thigh. “I like that you do as you’re told.”
She stretched like a cat, pouted. “In your dreams.”
He grinned, letting his fingers float near her pussy. “Most definitely. You want to know what else is in my dreams?”
“Mmm. I think I probably do.”
His finger slid along her slit. “This.” He eased the same finger between her pussy lips and pushed inside, making her jerk. “And this.”
“I think I like your dreams.”
He added another finger, slipped it inside her up to the first knuckle and began sliding it in and out.
Beth reached down with one hand and touched her fingers to his cock. “Would you like to know about my dreams?”
“If they’re along the lines of what you’re currently doing with your hands, I’d like every explicit detail.”
She smiled. “But that would be telling, wouldn’t it? There won’t be any surprises. You said you were going to do things to me that I’m not expecting, well, maybe I have the same surprises in store for you.”
He pushed his fingers deeper. “You can’t possibly have the same surprises in store for me.” He leaned down to give her a scorching kiss. When he released her mouth he also withdrew his fingers from her pussy. “Unless you plan to blindfold me, tie me to the bed, and fuck me to Christmas.”
Lust speared through her. “I’ve never been tied up, I’m not sure I’d like it.” Oh but she was sure. To her complete surprise she thought she might like it. A lot.
“I’ve got a whole lot in store for you before we reach the bondage stage. But when we get there, you’ll be begging me to get the ties.”
Beth swallowed as she tried to sit up. With a gentle but firm hand Marco eased her back down onto her back. “Touch yourself for me, like you did last night when I told you to pleasure yourself.”
Beth caught her bottom lip between her teeth and stretched her arms over her head, the back of her hands resting on the pillow. “I prefer the way you touch me.”
“And I will, but not before you do this for me.”
She drew in a breath and kept her eyes on his as she brought one hand down and ran it slowly over her breast, past her waist, her belly, before toying with the top of her slit.
Marco’s eyes narrowed as he followed the movement, his cock jerking. “Show me, Beth.”
She closed her eyes and slipped her finger into her pussy. She was wet and aching and wanted to feel Marco’s fingers not her own. But his sharp inhale spurred her on and she pushed deeper, working her clit as she set up her own rhythm. She was soon breathing heavily, arching her neck and making little mewling sounds as she neared climax. She wasn’t sure if she was exaggerating, putting on a show for him or if the feel of her own hands really did push her to the limits.
She opened her eyes as Marco’s hand covered her own, and stared up into his heated gaze. “It’s fucking hot to watch you touch yourself.” His voice had dropped several octaves, spurring her own lust levels to greater heights. “But it’s my job to make you come.”
His determined hand nudged hers aside and he pushed two fingers deep into her. It was all she needed and she came so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.
He didn’t give her the chance to recover before he pushed her knees apart and knelt between them. From somewhere he produced a condom and sheathed himself. His cock prodded her pussy and he began to push inside her, stopping when he was merely an inch inside. Beth wanted to feel his entire length filling her and he was taking too damn long to get there.
She must have voiced her complaint because he gave a throaty laugh as he held still above her, breathing heavily, his tense expression only making him seem more devilishly good looking.
“I need to take a second here.” He closed his eyes before looking down at her again. “Too damn close to embarrassing myself and letting this be over before I get to the finish line.”
Who the hell cared? “I’ll forgive you this once.”
He gave a self mocking laugh. “Haven’t disgraced myself since I was sixteen and the sight of my first pussy pushed me over the edge.”
Beth’s own breath was scratchy. “Well you’re not sixteen anymore and I’m certainly not your first pussy. So will you please just get on with it? I want to feel you inside me.”
She hardly got the last words out before he drove so deep inside her she lost her breath and pushed back into the mattress as if trying to escape his onslaught.
He pounded into her and the sound of their flesh slapping, their desperate breaths clashing intensified the feel of his massive cock inside her and what he was doing to her.
She was full to the brim, his cock so hard and full she imagined there was barely a centimeter of her he didn’t touch.
She felt herself on the edge again. The feeling built so fast, became so intense, that with one final thrust she came. Seconds later she felt him spurt into the condom.
“Shit.” He leaned on his elbows above her, still buried to the hilt inside her. He closed his eyes, drew in a couple of breaths. “I’m going to blame you for that. You’re too damn sexy.”
Beth smiled, still trying to steady her own breath. “If you say so. But then most women are sexy with their legs spread open.”
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “I do say so. And you’re not most women. Why would you even say something like that?”
She didn’t know. It had just popped out. She leaned up to kiss him, not wanting to let herself dwell on the reasons behind her comment. But it was hard now that the thought was in her head. James … and Deena.
Marco hoisted himself up and, drawing out of her, settled beside her. “Beth?”
She turned her head to look up at the ceiling. How could she tell him that during her marriage James had often showered her with empty compliments? Told her she was sexy and desirable. But they were words. Meaningless words. James had repeatedly assured her she was sexy and that any man would desire her. That he desired her. And yet his actions never matched those assurances. When they made love he never made her feel special. Eventually, the times they had sex grew further and further apart and the act itself became even more disappointing, seemingly more futile. Until she finally discovered the real reason James couldn’t climax during those last few months of their marriage.
He was banging her baby sister.
Chapter Six
Beth drew in a breath. Marco’s intense and total focus on her meant he still waited for an answer. “Look,” she said. “I get it. Men, when in the throes of sex, lose their perspective. That’s all I meant.”
“Bullshit.”
“No it isn’t. At the moment of climax, a man could be fucking a sack of potatoe
s.”
He leaned up on one elbow, narrowed his eyes, then got off the bed. “I need to see to this,” he said sternly as he flicked a hand at the condom still covering his cock. “Then we’re having a conversation. Don’t go anywhere.”
“This is my bed,” she thought to remind him as she pulled up the sheet and covered herself. “Where would I go?”
His fierce glance over his shoulder as he headed to the bathroom might have withered a lesser woman, but those old memories had trickled through her sex-sated brain and with them all the feelings of hurt and humiliation had returned with a vengeance.
It was stupid, she told herself as she watched his retreating back. Stupid to let old memories get to her when what was happening now was so fabulous. Sex with Marco had been amazing, stupendous, so why was she allowing the past to interfere with the present and diminish her pleasure of it?
She should be enjoying this with Marco, enjoying the reality of never before having such a hot, sexy man in her bed. To her mind, James had never been a stud, even before he started fucking her sister and no longer had any need for a wife.
Marco coming back into the bedroom pulled her from her deliberations and Beth almost gasped at the sight of him in all his naked masculine glory. He was well over six feet, with leanly muscled limbs, strong abs, and a hard chest with an arrow of dark hair spearing down to his cock. Perfection. If you didn’t count the scowl currently darkening his face.
When he got to the bed, he tossed back the sheet and dropped down beside Beth. He propped himself on one elbow and fixed her with a steady gaze. “You’ve got this thing about taking compliments. More than once you’ve thrown them back. Why don’t you tell me why?”
Determined to enjoy the moment and her time with Marco, Beth fluttered her eyelashes. “Nothing to tell. Just don’t take compliments very—”
“You said that I could be fucking a sack of potatoes,” Marco cut in.
“I didn’t mean it literally.”
“Don’t be crass with me.”
