Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES)

by SK

  What bothered him even more was how upset he’d become when Aleesha had done so. Hell, Bennett, she’s engaged to someone else for heaven’s sake. Stop psychoanalyzing. Just get the pussy and leave.

  Returning her soft kisses, Marcus slipped his arms around her waist and drew her close. Yeah it was just pussy, but damn. Did it have to be so sweet?!

  With Aleesha leading him back to the bedroom, Marcus still appeared somewhat withdrawn, but inside he was eager to get between her thighs again. Maybe if he finally fucked her, he could exorcise her from his system and put this thing into perspective.

  It didn’t hit Marcus until this very moment that not only had he been subconsciously comparing every woman he met to Aleesha, but he’d been unconsciously attracted to women who physically resembled her. The time they’d spent together three years ago had, albeit been brief, but there’d been a connection and an attraction during that short period that he had never experienced with a woman before that day – nor since.

  Their eyes met and held; his wary and guarded, hers soft and pleading. Taking him by surprise, Aleesha brought her hand towards the crotch of his pants and covered the thick bulge straining behind his zipper. When she squeezed his length, Marcus tightly pressed his lips together to trap in his low rumble of need. What was it about this woman that could twist him into knots like no one else? He didn’t know, but was determined to free his psyche of this obsession once and for all before he left here tonight. She was going to marry another man. He’d be damned if pined for her even one more second after he was gone.

  When her hands went to his belt, Marcus kicked his boots off as Aleesha sat down on the bed and unsnapped his pants. Between the two of them, they managed to get his clothes off. She curled her hand around his phallus and pulled him towards her. There would be no stopping her this time. With no hesitation whatsoever, she drew him into her warm, waiting mouth. She sucked his dick using tight, wet suctioning motions.

  “Fuck….” he whispered.

  Marcus slipped his hand around the back of her neck and caressed her skin in silent encouragement to let her know she was doing the damn thing. He moaned in pleasure she licked, and nibbled, and sucked the sensitive head of his penis. He watched as she circled then proceeded to dip her tongue between the slit to lap up the pre-cum oozing out like thick honey. Watching the way she savored his throbbing dick turned him on even more.

  “Mmm. Just like that baby,” Marcus whispered to her while stroking her hair. He could almost swear he felt his tip touching the soft lining at the back of her throat. “Damn! Aleesha…wait. I don’t want to cum yet.”

  As if she didn’t hear him, Aleesha kept her hand at the base and jacked his dick off while pumping it in and out of the snug vacuum she’d made with her mouth. Eyes closed and head thrown back, Marcus’ nuts tightened in preparation of his explosion. He was close. So close. Grabbing her head with both hands, his hips swung back and forth, round and round as he fucked her mouth. A man with lesser control would’ve no doubt cum and busted one deep down her throat, but Marcus wanted to feel her pussy sucking his dick the same way her mouth was doing now before he spilled his seed.

  With an almost superhuman effort, he slowly pulled himself free, watching as her lips glided down his shaft and over the swollen dickhead before popping him out of her mouth. Aleesha gave him with a sexy smile. “Am I forgiven?”

  Hissing and growling, Marcus pushed her back in the bed and ran his hands over her perfect body. Aleesha’s skin tingled beneath his touch. She wanted him so much, and told him so.

  Marcus sheathed himself with another condom and gruffly ordered, “Turn over.” He twisted her around on her stomach and lifted her up on her hands and knees. “Damn,” Marcus muttered.

  His fingers caressed the luscious globes of her ass cheeks, remembering how he’d wanted to fuck her from the back when he first saw her sashaying on the dance floor last night. Spreading her legs a little, he lightly ran a fingertip around the outside of her slick labia. Aleesha moaned when Marcus pushed two fingers inside of her and pulled them out dripping with the evidence of her excitement.

  “Damn….” he said again under his breath.

  Grabbing his bone hard shaft in his hand, he traced the quivering entrance of her opening with the tip of his dick. When she tried to push back on him, he held her in place to keep her exactly where he wanted her.

  Pushing into her an inch at a time, Marcus watched the way she stretched to accommodate his girth. Placing both hands on her hips, he rocked in and rolled against her until they settled into a syncopated rhythm. Marcus placed a hand on the small of her back and gently, but firmly, pushed her upper body down until her breasts rested on the mattress.

  “That’s right. Face down and ass up, baby.”

  Aleesha was floating on a cloud of ecstasy. She begged him not to stop. Hearing the craving in her voice, he drove deep and held nothing back. His movements were wild and frenzied as he pulled her towards him to meet his eager thrusts. Her screams of bliss urged Marcus to bury his dick to the hilt each time he entered her.

  “I knew this pussy would be good from the first moment I saw you,” he moaned. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this Aleesha?”

  She could only shake her head as she concentrated on the explosion making its way from the tips of her curled toes, up her trembling thighs, and to her pulsating pussy.

  Keeping one hand on her hip, he leaned down and grabbed her shoulder with the other, holding her steady as he pounded into her again and again.

  “You know who’s fucking you now?” he asked through gritted teeth while slowing his pace a little.

  “Yes. Yes baby...”

  “Say my name.”

  Circling his hips on the down stroke caused another set of moans to erupt from her. “Oh God, don’t stop! Oh my God!” she screamed.

  “Uh-uh. Try again,” he told her as he brought his hand from her hip to grasp a fistful of her hair.

  “What’s…my…name?” He stressed the words while grinding deep.

  “OhfuckOhfuck...! M-Marcus. Marcus…” she cried out.

  As she chanted his name over and over, Marcus sped up the pace, tapping her pussy like a hammer hitting the head of a nail. He accurately touched all the right spots each time he moved. Reaching under her, he fondled the sleek, satiny hood of her clitoris to give her double stimulation. This sent Aleesha over the edge and brought her to that promised land of ultimate pleasure. Her pussy contractions caused Marcus to climax right along with her.

  He released load after cum filled load into the condom. Feeling a sense of euphoria, he didn’t know who was yelling the loudest, himself or Aleesha.

  When their orgasm passed, Marcus loosened his grip, allowing her to slowly sink down on her stomach. Still connected as one, he moved with her until he was lying on top of her. He wasn’t ready to leave her warmth just yet. Although weak from the intense experience, they were both completely sated.

  Marcus hips gently thrust in and out of her, prolonging the feeling as long as he could. “You okay?” he whispered in her ear.

  Aleesha practically purred. “Yes.”

  “Good.” Aleesha heard the satisfaction in his voice as he rained soft kisses along the nape of her neck.

  After a few more moments, Marcus pulled out and slipped the condom off. He grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand to dispose of it in the trash can by the bed then lay back down beside Aleesha and pulled her close. Aleesha snuggled against him and slipped her arm around his waist. There were no awkward moments or regrets in the air.

  Aleesha made little circles on his chest with her fingers, playing in the soft chest hair. “Marcus?”

  “Mm?” he answered in a sleepy, relaxed tone.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course.” When Aleesha hesitated, he lifted himself up on one elbow and stared down at her. “What is it?”

  Aleesha bit her lip and tried to hide her face in his shoulder. With him looking
at her like that and giving her all of his attention, she suddenly became shy. Marcus chuckled and placed a finger underneath her chin to turn her back towards him. “Say it.”

  Aleesha dropped her eyes for a moment before determinedly bringing them up to his. “What happened three years ago? Why did you just disappear without a word?”

  Marcus didn’t seem surprised by the question. He’d been expecting it. “I want to apologize for that. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you over the years.”

  Aleesha’s lips twisted in disbelief. “Yeah, right.”

  Marcus brought his face closer to hers. “I’m serious, Aleesha. I handled it all wrong. An unexpected emergency came up. I hadn’t gotten a chance to get your cell phone number or I would’ve called you that night. I really was expecting to be back before the conference was over with, but…it took longer than I’d anticipated.” His expression dimmed as he remembered the events of that night. “I am sorry.”

  Aleesha knew she should let the subject drop and put the conversation to rest, but something urged her to continue. “You knew my name and where I worked. You could’ve easily found me.”

  Marcus angled his head. “You could’ve found me too. Why didn’t you?”

  Aleesha arched a sculpted brow. “I was not about to look desperate. If you were interested, you would’ve called me. Since you didn’t…” She lifted her shoulder in a delicate shrug and left the rest of the sentence hanging.

  “I was very interested. You can’t tell me you didn’t know.” He smiled as her eyes asked the question she refused to. “I guess things happen for a reason, Aleesha. Maybe we just weren’t meant to go any further.” He stared at the ring on the fourth finger of her left hand before his eyes fixed her with a look full of intense interest. “When’s the wedding, by the way.”

  Aleesha could only shake her head to indicate she didn’t want to discuss that. Pausing, Marcus nodded in understanding. Her belonging to another man wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now either. He lowered his mouth to hers and captured her lips in a slow kiss which left them wanting more.

  Aleesha slid her hand toward his waist, making her destination clear. When her fingers finally found what they were searching for, Marcus was still hard and ready; he was by no means finished. As he reached over to pull her on top of him, they heard a muted noise coming from the floor.

  Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

  Marcus’ body froze for a second before his head fell back on the bed in disbelief. Aww, no! Not now!

  Aleesha had been scattering kisses along his chest. When the noise sounded again, it finally penetrated her lust filled brain. She raised her head and looked at him then at his pants where the irritating beeping was coming from. “What’s that?”

  Sighing deeply, Marcus gently moved her to the side as he sat up and reached for his pants. Digging in his pocket, he took out a small beeper and pushed a button to turn the sound off. He cursed under his breath when he saw the number displayed.

  Damn.

  Marcus pulled his cell out and swung his legs off the bed before gathering his clothes. Reluctantly he turned back to Aleesha. “I’m sorry, baby. I gotta go.”

  Aleesha blinked. “What do you mean, you have to go? Now…?”

  Placing his hand on side of her face, Marcus drew her to him and delivered a series of hungry kisses. She could definitely become a habit. If only circumstances were different...

  Aleesha circled her arms around his neck and pulled him back down on the bed with her. Marcus indulged her until the beeping started again. “Shit.” He reluctantly pulled away from Aleesha and pressed the button to silence the alert.

  “Marcus? What’s going on?”

  Not answering her question, he hit speed dial on his phone as he slipped his pants on and pushed his feet into his boots. Reaching for his shirt, he spoke when the voice on the other end answered. “Dr. Bennett. Yes…I understand. I’m on my way.” Inhaling deeply, he finished buttoning his shirt and grabbed his keys off the nightstand before turning back to Aleesha. “I’m sorry.”

  She swallowed the lump of disappointment and loss that suddenly washed over her at the prospect of not seeing him again and tried to add an air of teasing playfulness to her words. However, they sounded flat and hollow even to her own ears. “Well, at least I know you haven’t lost your mind and thrown away your career to become a stripper.”

  He stared at her for a moment before it dawned on him what she meant. Laughing, he pulled her out the bed. “No, baby,” he said, chuckling under his breath. “I’m still a doctor. I was just filling in and helping Darrell out because they were one man short tonight. Yeah, I used to strip, but that was a side job that helped put me through medical school,” he explained while still grinning. “I’m afraid that was an emergency. I’m on call and…I have to go.”

  “Another emergency, huh?” Aleesha wasn’t aware of the sadness reflected in her eyes. Marcus understood the emotion. An ‘emergency’ is what came between them so many years ago.

  The smile fell away once he realized he would most likely never see her again. Drawing her closer, he hugged her tight and kissed her. “Take care of yourself, Aleesha.” He swallowed hard as he said the next words and tried to project some semblance of sincerity in his voice. “I hope you and…Amir…have a long, happy life together.”

  Eyes shining brightly, Aleesha could only nod. She was on an emotional rollercoaster right now and she didn’t understand why.

  Marcus stood there for a moment as if imprinting her image into his mind before walking to the door. As he opened it, he looked back at her one more time and blew her a kiss. The next second he was gone.

  Aleesha forced herself to stay where she was and not run after him. The urge to do so was overwhelming and made no sense at all. Tonight had only been a last fling before she got married

  Hadn’t it?

  Chapter 14

  In her room, Jerra paced in agitation. She’d come back to the suite thirty minutes after sending Keisha a quick text to let her know she was at their hotel. Walking over to the window, she looked out at the bright lights of Vegas.

  She wished she was anywhere but in this city right now. How could she have been so stupid?

  She was angry for not following her first instinct, which had been to ignore Darrell’s not so subtle advances. Jerra thought back to what that skank had said in Darrell’s room. It all made sense now. He seemed to be the type to participate in juvenile behavior such as putting a wager on bedding a woman. At the same time, she closed her eyes to block out just how good the sex had been.

  Jerra had no inhibitions with him because she knew she’d never see him again. She’d let the side of her that she kept hidden and under control run wild tonight, taking everything he offered her and giving just as much in return.

  Sighing heavily, she tilted her head. The more she continued to think about things, the rational part of her personality took over. There was really no reason to be upset. They had both been using each other. She’d wanted satisfying and explosive sex and he’d wanted to win his childish wager. They’d accomplished what they’d set out to do.

  Jerra started taking her clothes off, wanting only to soak in a tub full of hot, steamy water. As she did so, she heard screams and deep moans of pleasure coming from Aleesha’s room. Images of Darrell and the things they’d done vividly and suddenly returned. She shook her head to clear her mind of any thoughts related to what occurred between them as she made her way to the bathroom.

  Closing the door on the sounds of the serious sexing going on in Aleesha’s room, she couldn’t help but think again: What in the hell is it about the damn strippers here in Vegas??

  ****

  Early Sunday morning, Aleesha performed one last check around the bedroom to make sure she had packed everything, then pulled her suitcases into the front and placed them alongside Keisha’s and Jerra’s. After all the shopping they’d done, the amount of luggage they were bringing back wa
s twice the amount they’d arrived with.

  Knowing she couldn’t avoid them any longer, Aleesha joined her two friends at the dining room table for a cup of coffee before they left for the airport.

  “I can’t thank you guys enough for arranging this weekend for me. I knew you’d throw me a bachelorette party, but Vegas? You outdid yourselves. I guess you’re putting that much more pressure on me when the day comes where I’ll have to throw you two a…”

  “Oh cut the crap, Leesha. Tell us what happened last night, and don’t leave out a single detail.” Keisha interrupted with her usual bluntness. Jerra averted her eyes as guilt consumed her when she thought about her secret rendezvous with Darrell.

  Aleesha stirred her coffee. “Well…let’s just say if I had to have a ‘pre-wedding fling’, I definitely chose the right person.”

  Keisha and Jerra sat and waited for her to continue. When she didn’t, Keisha almost shouted, “Oh, hell to the nah. If you think you’re going to get away with that watered down, one line, vague description of what happened, you have another think coming.” Aleesha gave Keisha a calm look and carefully sipped from her steaming mug.

  Looking at Keisha, Jerra shook her head in exasperation and tried a different approach. “Leesh, it’s just that this is so out of character for you to even do something like this. Now yes, if it had been Keisha having a one night stand, we wouldn’t question it.” The comment earned Jerra the middle finger from Keisha. “But you’ve always been crazy over Amir and devoted to him from the moment you two got together. You’ve never cheated on him. Why now?”

  Aleesha was silent as she went over to the window and stared out at the early morning view of Vegas. Vaguely, she noticed how different it looked during the day than it did at night.

  Turning to her friends, her voice was quiet and emotional. “And you think Amir has been just as ‘devoted’ to me as I’ve been to him?”