The first offer was tempting and dangerous. Sure, she wanted him and wanted him now, but she needed more than a quick romp. The second offer was what she needed. Plus she wanted to see all of his beautiful skin. She wanted him completely naked.
Without further hesitation, she took his hand, dragged him back down the hall in the direction they came, through the thick crowd of bodies, and out onto the sidewalk into the humid Jamaican night.
Tanya was surprised at how quick a taxi pulled up to the sidewalk when Marcus hailed it down. Inside, she was partly relieved that the ride came so quickly. At least, she didn’t have a chance to back out. And even if she tried to, the smooth talking Marcus would probably convince her otherwise. The way he clutched her hand possessively, kneading the inside of her palm, made her feel giddy with excitement and lust.
As the driver pulled off, leaving all her reservations behind at the club, her heart beat wildly in her chest as she contemplated what lay ahead with the dark and mysterious man beside her.
Chapter 3
“How long have you been here?” Tanya asked just as the taxi driver pulled up at the front door of the resort where Marcus was staying.
Marcus pulled a couple of crisp bills from his wallet. “I arrived just yesterday.”
“My hotel is across the street.” She wondered why she even offered up so much detail. He was still a stranger. A stranger that she planned to have sex with.
“Nice coincidence.” He grinned. “I’m not surprised though. It’s a popular spot. Both hotels are rated six stars. In close proximity to the beach, night clubs, and shopping. More proof that you have great taste.”
Before she could say another word, the taxi driver opened the door for them and ushered them outside. As soon as they climbed into the elevator, Marcus pulled her into his chest and stole another kiss, rendering her senseless.
“Wait…” She pulled apart, but his lips remained on her face, raining kisses across her chin. “Do you do this often?”
“Do what?”
The dial on the elevator continued to rise slowly. The buttons on the panel displayed up to the number six. They were now on level four.
“Meet up with strange women and take them to bed.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Do you really want to know the answer to that?”
She thought twice about it, and figured the less she knew about him the better. Marcus would assist her with one thing and one thing only. She would have no regrets later.
“No.” She pressed against him and palmed his erection.
He groaned through clenched teeth. “The answer is no.”
“What?” She took her hand away, but he reached down and pressed it firm against him again.
He was big and hard, and she swore she could feel him throbbing against her palm.
“I just answered your question. You’re different. Tempting. Innocent. That’s not strange to me. That’s sexy. And besides, I plan to take you in more places than just a bed.”
Tanya blushed. “Innocent, huh?” She vowed to herself to prove him wrong. Her hands found their way inside his jeans and soon she was gripping his rod. “Is this innocent to you?”
For once, he had no reply. His forehead was creased and mouth slightly parted open as she worked her fingers up and down his pole. He had to be at least eight inches in her hand, but the more she stroked him the more he lengthened. She concluded that he was a good nine, give or take a quarter. She’d been neglected long enough and her pussy clenched in anticipation of having all of him stuffed inside her.
The elevator cab came to a halt.
“Two can play this game.” He backed her out of the elevator when the doors opened and pushed her firm against the wall with her palm still wrapped around him.
She ran her palm up and down the length of him, slowly.
“Like it?” he teased.
She grinned, her tongue sliding across her bottom lip. Her fingers found his silky crown where he seemed to be the hottest.
“Depends on what you can do with it,” she said.
Because of the lateness of the night, there was no one on the floor with them. The bulbs hanging from the ceilings were dimmed to almost a glow, hiding them in the shadows of the hallway.
“A challenge?” His eyes were hungry with lust.
“Y—” Her breath rasped in her throat when he peeled her top down baring her breasts.
He bowed his head to take a nipple between that sexy mouth of his. His tongue was hot as it lapped and sucked at her.
“Oh my God.”
What was she doing? She’d teased this man and now he was seducing her. Anyone could have walked out on them. She wasn’t some whore to be fucked in the center of the hallway. No, she wasn’t. Yet, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed her breasts to his lips like a wanton damsel.
His lips felt good against her sensitive skin and his mouth was hot against her nipples. Not a bone or nerve in her body wanted him to stop. Her head fell back against the wall as he continued his exploration up and down her neck, alternating between licks and nips.
His kisses trailed upward, taking her lips once more. “Damn. You taste just as good as you look.”
“Oh yeah?” she teased. “Well that’s only a sample.”
Marcus moaned. “A tease. And I love it.”
He hoisted her up, grabbed her ass, wrapped her thighs around his hips, and began taking them toward what she hoped was his room.
Once inside he kicked the door shut with his shoes and walked toward the bed. He rained kisses on her shoulders as she undid the buttons on his shirt. Her fingers glided along the ridges and toned flesh on his chest, before finally resting against the waistband of his pants.
“Let me see you undress.” He stepped back, his eyes fixed on her body.
His tongue ran across his bottom lip sending a shiver up her spine as she rid her body of the too-tight dress, over her hips and down her legs. A slow tease allowed her to glimpse the top half of his body as he removed his shirt. In addition to the tattoo on his right arm, there were several more marking his chest. She counted at least three of them from where she was standing. The one that stood out the most was the emblem of some sort with initials etched in the center.
R.R.
That particular tattoo intrigued her. Especially since he’d told her that his name was Marcus. But what did it matter that he had given her a false name? After all, he still didn’t know hers. The thrill and risk of it sent her sexual hunger into overdrive.
“Mmmm.” He groaned in appreciation of her, and as if he’d read her mind, he said, “I wish I knew what to call you besides beautiful.”
Closing the gap between them again, he slid his hands up the side of her arm touching the sides of her breasts. “Although I won’t have any problems remembering your sweet nipples…” He bent to sample the sensitive buds once again. “…nice ass.” His palms kneaded her. “Luscious thighs.” Hot fingers traced the edges of her panties, which was the only garment she’d left on. “The taste of your lips.” He kissed her softly, then tilted her chin to look at him. “And finally, your pretty face and the look in those eyes when you want something.” His stare was intense as he whispered the next word, “And it looks like you want something badly.”
This was far from normal. No man had ever demonstrated the ability to weaken her knees with words and words only. The man exuded pure sex. Everything about him did. His devilish grin. The unique tattoos feathered across his chest and arms. The steely gait she observed on their way into the elevators. The gentle, yet demanding persuasion of his words. He was the total package. Something she’d never had in man…and he was all hers if only just for a few hours.
“I think you know what that something is.” She tugged his belt from the loops with one pull. “Your turn. Take off your pants. Now.”
He obliged her request, and his pants fell down his legs which were equally toned just like the rest of his body. Her stomach did backflips when his hardened rod came
into view.
“Oh my God,” she gasped at the long length and thickness of his manhood. She’d known he was big when she’d groped him earlier, but seeing him in all his glory finally confirmed that he was obviously well-endowed.
Marcus’ lips spread into a grin. “He’s blessed me well, wouldn’t you say?”
Her eyes trailed up to meet his in challenge. “Yeah, but I’ve been wondering what you can do with it.”
In two seconds flat, he had her on her back on the bed, his mouth at the sensitive area against her neck. Heat spread throughout her body as he began to take his kisses lower. His lips were wet and hot against her skin and the top of his head disappeared even lower.
When he reached the top of her thighs, she tried to bring her legs together.
He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at her. “Having second thoughts?”
“No, I just…” She shook her head. “I haven’t…” Shit, how many ways could she tell a man that it had been eons since she’d last had sex? Maybe she was exaggerating, but her body felt that way.
He lifted the edges of her panties and pulled the fabric aside, revealing her completely. “Mmmm, you’re pretty and wet. Don’t get shy on me now.”
Pleasure consumed her when he lowered to kiss the top of her sensitive mound. His tongue dipped between her slit, testing her readiness and teasing her clit. He drew wicked circles around the sensitive bud, causing her toes to curl against the mattress. Her panties were bunched within his grasp as he held it aside and out of his way. Her pussy pulsed eagerly against his mouth. Between his licks and her rising desire, she grew wetter.
Still he took her further into the inferno, thrusting his tongue against her opening and lapping at her essence. She bit into her bottom lip to keep her cries of delight under control. He opened her wider and lashed against her with determination. Her orgasm shot through her spine, spiraling downward to her loins like an explosion. Her breathing caught in the throat as she rode the waves until they subsided.
Marcus rose over her again, crushing his lips down on hers. She tasted herself. Sweet. Exotic. A naughty combination that sent her fingers down to grip his steel. His hard dick pushed against the softness of her belly. She came down from what was the best orgasm any man had given her without using his cock, and she craved more of him. And this time she wanted him inside. She pumped him slowly and stroked the head with her fingertips. Caught up in the moment, she wrapped her legs around him pushing her hips upward.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned against the curve of her neck. “Patience, baby…”
She almost protested, but then he lifted her with her thighs wrapped around him tight and walked them over to the side of the room where he’d dropped his pants.
He set her down on the wet bar then bent to retrieve a condom from his wallet. Holding his dick in one hand, he tore the wrapper open with his teeth.
Tanya licked her lips as she watched him glide the Magnum over himself. She wanted no interruptions, so she rid herself of her panties letting them slid down to her ankles and then kicking them on the floor between them. The grin he returned was priceless as he eyed her like she was some dessert to be consumed.
Marcus brought himself between her legs positioning his bulbous head at her opening. He slammed into her at the same time their lips meshed together. Her cry was muffled against his lips. She was filled with him, literally bursting at the seams. Her pussy had never felt so fulfilled in all her life. He thrust slowly and deeply until she had adjusted to his size. From there on out, he gave her no mercy and his drives became longer and deeper.
Her bare ass became slippery against the wet bar and her legs trembled at his side as a wave of ecstasy washed over her.
“Oh, God. Marcus.”
“Yes.” He coaxed her downward, so that her back was now flat against the hard granite. He worked in and out of her until she was on the verge of yet another orgasm. His hot fingers connected with her clit, stroking her while she was exposed to him.
When Tanya looked up again, their gazes locked and she saw a man driven by desire. His forehead creased as he concentrated, holding the same intense tempo.
“Deeper,” she egged him on.
“Like this?” He pushed her thighs back toward her belly and drove deeper.
“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
“No, if you can talk, that’s not deep enough,” he rasped.
She figured he must have had the stamina of a horse as he hoisted her up yet again, rushing toward the bed. He dropped her on it, flipped her over, and without missing a beat, entered her from behind.
This time she did scream as sharp pleasure ceased her. His fingers dug into her as he brought her back over and over again to drive into her. His name was on the tip of her tongue. Her orgasm rose against the up slope of the hill.
“Look at this sweet ass.” He slapped her behind, firm palm across her plump flesh. He struck her ass a second time, mumbling another soft endearment.
That took her over the edge, and she convulsed into a powerful climax.
“Marcus…” His name rolled off her tongue on a ragged breath. Flames enveloped her entire core, magnetizing all her senses.
“In answer to your question…” He pounded harder, pushing her down onto the mattress. “I make you scream my name with this dick.”
“Oh—” The aftermath of her orgasm tingled at her center. The sensations flowed like a never-ending whirlwind, and she never got a chance to tell him just how good it felt to her.
He drove into her with precision. Pulled out all the way to the tip, and then dove back in. His testicles, hot and taut with tension, slapped against her, tipping her closer to the edge. When he stiffened above her, she thought he’d reached his climax, but instead he slowed his pace sending her back over the cliff.
Her knees finally gave out from under her and he quickly coaxed her onto her back and entered her again. She brought her legs up to wrap around him, not wanting it to end, no matter how much he wore her out.
“What’s your name?” His thrusts resided, becoming slower.
“No…don’t stop.” Her nails dug into his ass, pulling him deeper. “More.”
“More, huh?” He pulled out slowly to the tip, and then pushed back in at a snail’s pace. “You love it rough, deep…and hard.” He demonstrated each technique as he spoke.
“Yes.” Her teeth were clenched together, back arched and ready for more.
“I promise to deliver more of what you need, but I have one special request.” He nibbled softly against her neck, then dragged his tongue against her earlobe. All the while still moving slowly within her.
“…request,” she mumbled, as warm sensations speared her core.
“Your name.”
“T—.” It had been on the tip of her tongue.
“Look at me when you say it.” He grabbed her hips tightly and lifted his gaze to meet hers.
She finally saw him in all his wickedness. Marcus was a lover that demanded as equally as he gave. He was a beast in bed. And fine as hell.
“Tanya.”
“Tanya.” A look of elation washed over his face before he plunged into her hard, causing her to cry out.
It wasn’t over yet. She could see this from the determined look on his face and the beads of sweat peppering his forehead as the frenzy continued.
They fucked for hours. Mind-blowing, pleasure-wrenching, raw unadulterated sex. She had come to Jamaica with an agenda to leave here a brand new woman. But damn, she hadn’t come prepared for Marcus.
Chapter 4
The next day…
Tanya arrived about an hour early for the wedding, but she wished she hadn’t. All it caused her to do was sulk, wringing her hands in her lap trying to anticipate what people would say when they found out she and Justin weren’t together anymore. These people were some of her closest friends, and they expected her and Justin to tie the knot one day. Maybe they’d received the news of the break-up already. Maybe, just ma
ybe, she didn’t have to explain that Justin had left her, and had skipped town for a high-paying job and a more lucrative career. And not once did he entertain the notion that she come with him. To Tanya, that meant he wanted nothing else to do with her.
Last night, she’d had the best sex of her life, but now she was back in her zone. Marcus had just been a one night fling. Why was she stupid enough to think that he could erase the hurt of being shunned and discarded?
There was a commotion at the far end of the courtyard, and she lifted her glass of chilled water just in time to see Myra and her new fiancé Gregory walking toward her.
The wedding was being held just walking distance away from the beach overlooking the majestic gleaming ocean of Ocho Rios. Ceremonies were to begin just before sunset to capture the essence of the special moment. It was a moment she wouldn’t miss for the world. Vanessa was one of her most trusted friends, and she couldn’t turn her back now because of this wretched phase in her life.
“Tanya!” Myra shrieked from behind her.
Tanya grumbled for a split second, put on a happy smile, and then turned around. “Hi.”
“It’s nice to see you again.” Myra worked with Veronica at a law firm. They’d all had lunch on several occasions since their companies were in walking distance of each other within downtown Atlanta.
They shared a hug, then Myra’s fiancé, Gregory acknowledged Tanya with a curt nod of his head and a quick smile. Gregory was twenty years older than Myra. As an uptight dentist serving north metro Atlanta, he liked to keep close tabs on Myra at all times. Kind of more like a father, than a husband or lover.
“Where’s Justin?” Myra looked around with big innocent eyes.
Tanya swallowed, and wondered if Myra already knew about her and Justin and was just feigning ignorance.
“Justin and I are no longer together.”
“Oh.” Her hand flew up to her chest. “I had no idea. What happened?”
Typical of her to be nosey and press for information.
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