“We always end up having sex before the night ends.”
“Is that so wrong?” he asked, pressing his lips softly into her shoulders. “This is so much more than sex, Tanya.”
“It is?”
“Let me show you the difference between sex and making love,” he replied, as the heat of his tongue dipped into her cleavage.
He peeled the straps of the sundress down her arms, freeing her breasts. His mouth fell over and over again on her ripe flesh and around her sensitive peaks. He took each nipple between his lips, licking and sucking gently.
He went to work on her, toying with her until her buds were shaped like little thimbles and sensitive to his touch.
As he moved lower, she fell back onto the cushions of the chair. His pursuit downward resulted in her being unclothed, except for the black lace panties she’d worn especially with him in mind. His breath was hot against her mound through the flimsy fabric and his fingers teased lightly at the seam between her sex and thighs.
Marcus slid off her panties, and when she was finally naked, he missed not one beat as he kissed her against the clit. “Sweet.”
“Marcus.” She grabbed at the cushions beneath her and drew her thighs closer together.
“Let me please you.” His day old stubble tickled the insides of her legs just as he bent to take her with his mouth.
His lips were gentle against her sex as he zeroed in on her clit. He found a pressure and tempo that had her crying out for release. Fingers gripped her thighs, tempting them open, and exposing her even further like a banquet. He dipped his tongue in and out of her, tracing the folds of her sex, and sucking on the hood of her clit.
Minutes later, Tanya fell apart, her loins tightening as her orgasm pounded through her sending her over the cliff at a heart throbbing speed. As she came down from her orgasm he licked up and down the length of her pussy, tasting the evidence of her desire.
Tanya brought him up, taking his lips as their hands worked his shirt over his head, followed by the shredding of the rest of his clothes from his body.
“Your turn.” She grinned, pushing him backwards and straddling him.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, as her pussy came in contact with his dick. He took her hips with both hands, smoothing his thumbs along her waistline. “You’re so beautiful.”
She bent low to kiss him, sipping on his lips just the way he’d done her moments earlier. Moving lower, she traced the muscles and ridges of his chest with her tongue, tasting his manly aroma as she began her trek downward. The dark tattoos in his flesh were a beautiful contrast to his skin, and she loved them all. Every one of them. They were neither too overbearing nor off-putting. She knew that each one had meaning to him and a story behind it.
He clenched his teeth and she wrapped her fingers tightly around his dick which was already fully alert and ready. She pumped, gliding her palm up and down his shaft watching as he grew even more and his balls tightened against her fists.
She ran her tongue up and down the length of him, paying careful attention to the sensitive veins at the base. He could barely fit into her mouth and she gagged whenever he hit the back of her throat. She alternated between the hand job and sucking his cock head until his hips were rising in unison with her movement.
“Tanya…”
His forehead creased in deep concentration, and when their eyes met she saw the carnal need in them. He tasted sweet and spicy. Of nutmeg and sugar. Her pussy became wet as she pumped him almost to bursting.
He pulled her to his mouth and claimed it with a kiss, then brought her legs around his waist, and lifted them both from the couch.
It took him about four steps to reach her bed, and he laid her out on it. He produced a condom, tore the wrapper open, and handed it to her.
Tanya obliged his silent request and knelt on the mattress to take him deep within her mouth as he stood at the foot of her bed. She enjoyed the sounds of his moans just as much as she enjoyed the way his body reacted to each and every stroke of her tongue.
She lured him back first onto the bed, and rolled the condom down until it reached the base of his cock. He grabbed either side of her hips, his fingers spreading across the expanse of her belly and guided her slowly down onto him. The moans that escaped their lips as he speared her sounded like melody to her ears. Her muscles milked him involuntarily as she adjusted to his thickness once again. The last time he’d taken her was the morning before she left Ocho Rios. Since then, she’d forgotten how much he filled her to completion.
Marcus thrust his hips upward, burying himself to the hilt. Ripe lust spiraled through her body when he tilted her forward and encouraged her to move.
For what seemed like an eternity, she rode him, enjoying the never-ending waves of ecstasy. His gaze never fell from her face, and he watched her with avid concentration. No man had ever gazed on her with such admiration during the throes of love-making. Yet, no man had ever truly made love to her in this manner, paying attention to her body and catering to her every need. Sex had always been quick and the purpose had always been for instant gratification. It didn’t seem that way with Marcus. He sexed her with purpose, as though each time would be their last.
Marcus lifted the top half of his body, angling them so that her clit received direct contact. She continued to glide up and down on his rod, arching into him. Her breasts crushed and slid against his chest as he pressed his lips to her neck and licked and sucked her there. Their breathing became quick and synchronized and their grips tightened around each other as they neared a climax.
He grabbed her ass, pushing her deeper onto him.
She cried out against his shoulder as he began to thrust up into her long and hard.
“This is how it should feel, yes,” he rasped against her throat, his teeth scraping against her skin, “when a man wants a woman so much that he can’t possibly get enough of her.”
“Yes…”
“I want you so much, Tanya. Never have I wanted anyone this much.”
“I want you too, Marcus.”
Tanya could tell he was growing near an orgasm by the way he held her ass tight in a vice grip and panted hot against her skin. His plunges became intense and her screams carried high across the apartment. She bit hard into his shoulder as her orgasm quaked through her. His was not too far behind and in four strokes he reached his own release joining her. Her body convulsed against him and his dick continued to pulse inside her as they achieved bliss. Both spent, they fought to catch their breaths with ragged inhales and exhales.
For a while, the only thing she could register was the sound of their breathing, the hum of the air conditioning unit, and the tick-tock of the minute hand on the clock on the wall.
“Do you need to take a break?” he panted against her breasts.
“What?”
“I’m not done with you yet. I was asking if you needed a break.”
She chuckled. “Are you a sex machine or something?”
“So that’s what you’ve turned me into…a sex machine.”
Chapter 9
That weekend…
Tanya had preprogrammed the address that Marcus gave her to the bike shop before pulling out of her parking space back at the apartment not knowing it would take her less than fifteen minutes to get there.
The place was literally up the highway situated just outside of the city limits. When she pulled into the lot, she noticed Marcus’ black Hummer parked next to a motorcycle. She parked beside the Hummer and got out. The warm evening dew immediately hit her skin, blanketing her. She silently thanked herself for wearing something suited to the cooler night weather. It would be her first time joy riding on the back of a motorcycle and she had no idea what to expect. Tonight, she’d settled for a pair of dark denims and a red tank top. She figured the dress she’d originally taken out to wear wouldn’t have been appropriate.
The bike shop was more like a repair shop and retail store front all rolled into one. The store portion of it was closed on Sundays b
ut the garage door was opened and she heard some racket and voices inside. There was a radio streaming hip hop music in the background. She noted Marcus’ voice immediately. He was in conversation with another man.
“Hello?” she stepped inside the garage and peered around the corner.
The men stopped mid conversation and Marcus was knelt beside a shining silver motorcycle. He came to a standing position when he saw her and grinned.
“Hi, beautiful.” He pulled off a pair of grease stained gloves and tossed them on the workbench behind him before coming to meet her.
His chest was bare, sweat moistened, and smudged here and there with a bit of engine grease. She couldn’t help but to bring her fingers up to touch him, tracing the edges of his muscles and the outlining of his tattoos—something that she’d gotten accustomed to doing whenever he was close and naked.
“Hi.” She felt her lips spread into a smile and a warm spark spread throughout her. No matter how many times she saw this man and despite the dozens of times they’d had sex throughout the week, it always felt like she was meeting him for the first time.
As their lips met, she inhaled deeply taking in the mixture of scents that she found alluring. Cologne, a tinge of engine oil, aftershave, and maybe even a whiff of the soap he’d used this morning in the shower. The combination had her grasping him tightly, wishing that he’d never let go.
And it appeared that he didn’t want to release her either. He deepened the kiss, pressing his chest into the front of her body and bringing his palm up to cup the back of her neck. She captured his tongue between her lips and sucked causing the bulge under his zipper to grow harder against her stomach. He sipped softly at her lips igniting an image of his mouth pleasing every inch of her body. She fell into him even more and her sex clenched in desperate need of him.
The other man in the garage cleared his throat loudly, startling her.
Marcus parted reluctantly from her.
Tanya recognized the other man right away. It was Trent. The brother she’d met at the wedding. “Hi, Trent,” she said, shyly.
“And so we meet again?” Trent’s gray eyes moved back and forth between she and Marcus and he had a knowing grin on his face.
He was bare chested as well with the same crest with the initials, R.R., tattooed on his chest. It looked as though they were both working on bikes before she drove up.
“I’ve heard a lot about you since Ocho Rios,” Trent said.
Embarrassment washed over her face and she looked at Marcus questioningly.
“Nothing bad.” Marcus grinned. “Although I did tell him that you had a knack for disappearing.” He held up the note she’d left on her nightstand yesterday morning. It read: Let yourself out. Lock the door. I’m going to work.
Tanya punched him playfully on the arm, and snatched the paper away from him.
“Ow.”
The morning she’d left the note, she’d woken up in his arms. They’d had so much fun during their movie and sex marathon that Marcus hadn’t gone home that night. Usually he’d wake at the break of dawn to leave so that he could make it to work on time. Maybe their frequent tryst had finally taken a toll on him.
“You’ll meet some more of my brothers at the BBQ in the park.” He took her hand and led her toward the workshop area where he was working on his bike. “I hope you came hungry. There’s always lots of food.”
“I am,” she said. But not for food, she wanted to add.
He spread out a clean white towel on a work table and then lifted her on top of it. “I’ve got a filter to replace and then we’ll head out.”
Tanya didn’t mind one bit, in fact she enjoyed watching him naked as his muscles rippled on his arms and back. She hadn’t noticed it before, but he had a nice ass. Maybe it was because he was wearing jeans that were a little more form fitting today. She was accustomed to seeing him in business slacks or loose fitting khakis or jeans.
She bit her lip as he held the handle of a screwdriver between his teeth before bending over to remove a set of screws from the bike. Her toes curled in her shoes as she thought about the way his teeth had nipped her breasts in the throes of passion.
“Tanya, do you see my wrench over there?”
She shook the naughty images from her mind, and looked at all the tools on the table where she sat. “Wrench?”
“Yea.” He looked up from the bike. “Right there, by your thigh. Silver. The one with a hook that looks like a C.”
“Ah.” She picked up the wrench, and slid off the bench. “This one?”
“That one. Thanks.” He slipped it from her grasp and tightened a bolt on the side of the bike. He bit his bottom lip and his forehead creased in concentration as he worked diligently.
“You’re good with tools,” she said, trailing her finger up his forearm.
Marcus stopped short of what he was doing to look at her, a devilish grin on his face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm and then came to a standing position. “You think so?” He picked up her hand and kissed the pads of her fingers.
“Yes. Seems like you really know how to put one to good use.”
She saw the Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed. Then he took her pointer finger between his lips and sucked. “Mmmm. Know what else I can put to good use?”
“For Christ sakes!” Trent shouted at the other end of the garage. “Don’t you two do anything else other than fool around like horny devils?”
Tanya parted several inches away from Marcus. She’d been so engrossed in him that she’d completely forgotten that Trent was in the room.
“Every time I turn around you two are lip locking.” Trent raked a shirt on over his hard bronzed chest and began to roll his motorcycle toward the outside. “I’m out, bro. See you at the BBQ, Tanya.”
Trent revved up his motorcycle, slid on his helmet, and rode off.
“That is all we do, isn’t it?” Tanya asked.
“He’s just jealous that he doesn’t have someone as delicious as you,” Marcus replied, pulling her into his chest again.
“I’m not a food.”
“Oh, but you certainly do taste like peaches and cream today.” He kissed her lips softly. “So, do you wanna ride?”
She blushed. “You or the bike?”
Tanya felt his hand press up against the front of her pants and then heard the zipper of her pants being undone. She sucked in her breath as she felt hot fingers against her panties. Her center was already damp when he rubbed her.
“I’d like to satisfy this blatant need of yours before we go.”
“As long as you use this…” She palmed his hard rod, noting that it was erected high enough to reach the waistline of his jeans. Popping the buttons and spreading the zipper, she released him into her palm. He was big and heavy against her.
He led her to turn around and then he rained more kisses across her shoulders.
“Anyone can walk in here.” She looked toward the open garage door. She wasn’t sure why a thrill raced through her spine at the prospect of them being caught in the act.
“We’re closed today,” he whispered, dragging his tongue up the side of her neck as he pulled her jeans down her hips.
Marcus kneaded her backside, and she moaned, her next protests disappearing from her mind. He guided her behind the back of the bike and then lifted one leg up to rest on the bottom of the bike.
“Your hands here.” He placed her hands against the body of the motorcycle, and she grasped on tight when she felt his rod against the top of her ass. He tested her, sliding his fingers through her slit. “You’re wet and ready for me.” He guided himself inside of her.
“Oh, my God.” Her nails dug into the leather seat as his leathery rock hard flesh filled her moist canal. She’d never felt him quite like this before.
“I’ll probably say this more than once today,” he rasped as he massaged her behind, “but hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”
He thrust into her balls deep, t
ipping her g-spot in the process. She cried out and her voice echoed throughout the garage. Biting her lips, she prayed no one had heard her and that she wouldn’t make another outburst like that again.
Marcus had other plans. He drove into her, long and determined. Strokes that had her damn near the edge in no time. She shoved her hips back in tune with him. He surprised her, spanking her ass several times as he hit home.
“Is this what you wanted?” he panted.
“Yes,” she cried out.
The bike wobbled under her hold as he picked up the pace. He smacked her again across the ass and then kneaded the hurt away with his palm.
“It’s yours,” he groaned. “No more teasing. When you want this, you come get it.”
He switched angles, hitting her at just the right spot. The slapping of his balls against her pussy and their strangled groans could be heard loud and clear. She tried to press her lips together to avoid being caught, but her attempts were futile.
“Marcus…” Her orgasm rushed through her unexpectedly, capturing her and seizing every nerve ending in her body. Achieving completion with Marcus always carried her into a myriad of bliss.
He wasn’t too far behind, driving into her until his climax took him. When he came, she felt hot cum flood her insides, filling her as she’d never been filled before.
Slowing down, he pulsed within her until every last drop was spent. He turned her around to face him, capturing her lips with his. She kissed him back, wanting to speak—to tell him how much she needed him but was afraid of where her revelation might take their relationship. She loved how they were now. Carefree. Spontaneous. Taking each day one at a time. Not held down by the empty promises like the one’s she’d heard in the past.
Their bodies shuddered as the remnants of the climax faded.
He was still holding her when he spoke again, “There’s a shower in the apartment over the store where we can continue this in a more private setting.”
Tanya grinned. “As long as you bring your tools with you…lead the way.”
Marcus scooped her up and took her toward a door near the other end of the garage.
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