by Ali Parker
"It was. Thank you for bringing me here. It's been a rough couple of days." She looked over her shoulder at the handsome man, his eyes hinting at something she wasn't sure she was ready for just yet.
"Spend the night with me and I'll make all that stuff seem like a bad dream." His lips touched her neck, brushing up to her ear as his tongue snaked out to softly lick her neck.
She groaned and nuzzled into his touch, his arms strong and body thick and ready for her. Tilting her head away from him, she let out another soft sound of appreciation as he took the bait and kissed at the soft skin she offered again.
Lisa closed her eyes, Michael fading into nothingness as Marc's face brushed across her memory. She cried out as teeth pressed against her shoulder, the press of hips against her rear leaving her needy and wet.
"I want you so much," he whispered and licked at the bite mark as she pressed back against him, rolling her hips as if dancing just for him. "Mmmm, feel that Lisa? That's what you do to me you sexy woman."
His words were sweet and sensual, but not nearly hard core enough. Marc's voice rushed through her ears, his desires far more akin to her own.
"Shit, Lisa. I knew you were beautiful, but damn, baby..." He leaned down and brushed his nose along her shoulder, a smile creeping onto his mouth as she watched him.
"Is this your fantasy or mine?" She laughed softly, the sound as sensual as she hoped it would be.
"Mine."
"Mine," she whispered as the wind picked up. Tears burned her gaze and the moment faded, her present position so damning to her soul. She moved away a little, touching her stomach and letting out a false sound of pain.
"Hey... what's the matter?" Michael moved around her, his face filled with concern. He reached out and slid his hands down her arms. "You okay?"
"My stomach is starting to hurt again. I should have had crackers and water tonight. Food poisoning in New York."
"That's not good. Let me take you back to my place and I'll take care of you."
"Ummm... no. Take me to my place. No way am I letting you see me get sick." She let a soft laugh leave her, her body perfectly fine. It was only her heart that kept taking a hit over and over again.
"You sure? I don't mind. We're not kids, Lisa." He slid his arm around her waist and moved them toward the car. "I'm a grown man and I'm interested in being with you no matter what that means. Taking care of you would be a delight."
"I appreciate that, honestly I do, but there's still a huge part of me that's just a girl, and having a boy I like see me vomit... fuck no."
He laughed loudly, the sound deep and rich. He opened the door and moved back to let her in. "I understand that completely. I'm just glad I'm a boy you like."
***
She thanked him when they reached the house and walked toward the door as if trying to be careful. She waved just before slipping into the house, a long sigh leaving her as she closed the door.
"That bad?" Marc's voice shook her to the core. She turned quickly to face him, Kari's younger brother standing in the living room in a t-shirt and pair of ripped jeans that fit him way too well.
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't know."
"That's not an answer." Lisa dropped her purse by the door and walked into the kitchen, shock rolling over her in large waves.
"I'm not sure what the answer should be." He moved in behind her.
Lisa turned to face him, scared that the rising and falling of her chest would give away the full-blown panic attack she felt coming on. She looked around the room as she panted softly. Marc reached out and touched her arm, but she jerked it away.
"Hey." He moved another step closer. "What's wrong? I'm not going to hurt you Lisa."
"You already have." She took another step back as his expression changed. Damn if he wasn't the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. "Don't come any closer."
"Fuck that. I came up here to tell you to stop being ridiculous. It doesn't get any better than us." Marc moved toward her as she bumped into the counter behind her.
"Where is everyone?"
"At Sicily's bakery. I told them I would bring you when you got here." He stopped moving, their bodies almost pressed together. He reached up and slid his fingers into her hair, tilting her face up toward him as her vision swam again.
"Don't do this. I told you back in New York that I don't want this shit."
"Yeah, well, you fucking lied." He leaned in and kissed her hard, shifting his hips and sliding his tongue deep into her mouth.
Her eyes rolled back slowly, the taste of him flooding her and sending fire down her veins. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in tighter as she made love to his mouth with passion she didn't even realize she had.
He groaned and pulled back, his large hands sliding down her waist to her legs. She kissed at his chest and throat, his t-shirt very much in the way. Nothing made sense and all she could think was to cling to him. She would wake up soon and he would be gone again. Desperation ripped through her as she tore at his t-shirt. He moved back and pulled it over his head, the thick swell of his chest muscles and abs just as beautiful as she remembered.
"Oh fuck, I need you," she whispered and plowed into him.
Chapter 14
That was all he needed to hear.
He took her hit as she moved toward him with more force than a small woman her size should be capable of. Reaching down, he grabbed the bottom of her pretty yellow dress, dragging it up her thighs as she licked and kissed his neck and face. Her passion was overwhelming and yet echoed his own desires fully.
"God I've needed you," he grunted, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. The little minx put him in a choke hold as she clung to him, her thighs working hard as she rubbed herself against his front. "Fuck baby. Let me get out of these clothes and it's all yours."
She pulled back, her eyes filled with emotion that he knew all too well. A tear dropped onto her cheek as she choked out her version of an apology, or so it felt like one to him.
"Mine. You're mine." She leaned back in, her hands digging into his back, her mouth sucking so hard along his neck. He groaned loudly, his body aching to take her over and over again. Her words burned their meaning into his heart, the realization that his mother was right about her loving him almost crippling him. Marc finally made it to a bedroom, hoping like hell he remembered it right and it was hers. He shut the door with his foot, his balance thrown off by the rocking of the pretty girl clinging to him.
Marc dropped her on her back on the comfort of the bed and reached up, tearing at the straps of her dress and tugging it down her body. Her pink bra and panties were beautiful and he wished like hell he could slow things down and enjoy her, but where he was anxious, Lisa was frantic.
"Take your bra off for me, baby." He looked up at her as she reached for him. He pushed her hands away and yanked her panties from her body, the sweet smell of her desire causing him to growl. He knelt on the floor and reached up, pulling her hips hard toward the edge of the bed. She opened her knees and he thought his heart might stop.
"Son of a bitch. Everything I want." He leaned forward, her fingers sliding in to the back of his head and forcing his mouth to her center. He grabbed her taut thighs from the back and lifted a little, his tongue rolling over her, sopping her up and diving as deep as he could into her.
She moaned and twitched, her sounds driving him to need to please her over and over again. He released one of her legs and looked up as his fingers brushed down her sex. Her body was on complete display for him, her eyes piercing and focused on his acts of passion.
"Yeah," he whispered, "watch every minute of this. It's only me who's going to taste this pussy from now on. You got it?"
"Yeah," she whispered, her lip quivering as her breasts bounced with his movements. He ground his teeth as he sank his fingers deep into the wetness of her silk.
"Rock your hips against me... work yourself up, baby." He l
eaned back down and opened his mouth wide, sucking hard on her swollen flesh as his tongue bounced up and down.
"Oh... Marc, oh fuck, Marc," she screamed loudly, her body buckling as Marc shook his head, teeth and lips brushing by her clit back and forth as she came. His fingers pumped in and out of her, twisting where he should and forcing her to ride the wave of ecstasy that only he could create.
She took it good too. No one had ever worked him the way she had and he was still half dressed. He moved back as she stilled, licking at his fingers. He needed to memorize her taste, to keep it tucked in the deepest parts of his mind. This woman had no idea, but she had quickly become his everything.
Marc stood and undid his jeans, his erection thick and weeping already. He crawled over her, nudging her legs open with his knee after she had closed them.
"Good, baby?" He leaned down and nuzzled against her neck, the sweet smell of her skin causing his back to arch as he impaled her with all of him.
***
The colors of the room blended together as she tried to focus, the firm press of his body against hers the most divine thing she remembered having felt. He moved and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, scared to let go.
"Ohhh," she groaned loudly as he filled her body with his, the thick press of his cock leaving her undulating against him.
"Wait baby. I want to just remember this feeling. How tight you hug me, how good we are together." He moved to hover above her, his handsome face filled with lust.
Lisa leaned up and kissed him, licking at the musky flavor of her taste on his lips. He slipped his tongue deep into her mouth again and pumped his hips, fucking her slowly.
Soft whimpers continued to leak from her as he moved his kisses from her mouth down her neck and stopping to focus on her breasts.
He cupped her ass, his knees tucked under him as he bent over her, working her deeply. Lifting her up, Marc locked one hand onto each of her ass cheeks and pumped in and out of her, faster and faster.
Lisa pressed her hands to the bed, her fingers digging into it as Marc sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. A long scream left her as her body exploded into a million pieces, his assault only getting worse.
He moved to press his chest against hers, his rhythm beautifully quick and deep, his cock brushing past all of her sensory spots and leaving her tingling in the deepest parts of her womb.
"Come for me pretty girl. Scream my name." He bit the side of her neck and she came harder, her back arching to get more of him as she screamed.
"Marc, oh God, Marc, oh baby... oh God I need you so much."
"Tell me, Lisa..." He bit her again and she groaned, rocking her hips against him, not able to get enough of him.
He pulled out and moved back as she reached for him. "No. I want more. I'm not done."
Marc smiled and reached for her, turning her over and pulling her hips to move her to her hands and knees. He took hold of her and pulled, his body once again where it should be - balls deep in her.
His fingers dug into her skin, his thrusts so painfully good that she bit the sheet beneath her to keep from screaming her pleasure over and over. Never had anything been so right. He had drawn a line in the sand separating what she believed pleasure to be from what it really was.
His fingers brushed over the curve of her ass as he continued his assault.
"I'm going to fuck you good for fucking up my life. I can't have sex with anyone anymore. I can't think about anything but how good you fucking smell." He jerked her against him, her body almost overwhelmed by the position, by the wicked hot friction he created. "This tight little pussy and your sexy ass smile. Your big tits and the way you lick your fucking teeth all the time."
He continued to taunt her, thrusting harder with each word until she slipped into the sticky wet depravity of his movements. She reached between them and clawed at his sack, tired of him thinking he was in control. He jerked back, pulling his balls from her only to slam into her again, Lisa grabbing it softly and smiling into the sheet.
"I want to hear it." He reached under her and slapped her hand away. She smiled, unable to help herself.
"Hear what?" she panted before yelping at the pain of his hand wrapping around her hair and pulling. She jerked up to her hands and knees, her head being pulled back.
She groaned loudly as she looked at him, her back bent uncomfortably as he took advantage of the extra inch inside of her the position created, filling it and rolling his hips over and over.
"That you love me," he growled, reached with his free hand to pat her clit. His motions were methodical, the sting of his actions coupled with his deep grind sent her over the edge again. Her stomach contracted as she closed her eyes and jerked hard against him.
"Three times you've come on me. I'm going to keep going until you tell me."
"I like to come," she whispered, weariness rolling through her. Was he teaching another lesson? Anger swam in her stomach and she pulled from him, Marc letting her go, but not far. He flipped her over and pulled her back down underneath him, his cock huge and throbbing as she looked down the line of their bodies.
"No. You're not running from me." He took her hands and pinned them above her, pressing himself back deep inside of her as she groaned. The delicious soreness was something she wanted in her life on a regular basis, something to treasure.
"What do you want from me?" She broke as the pleasure swam in her stomach again, the fantastic sensation he worked between her legs almost too much to the sensitive swollen skin.
"I want to know if you love me."
"Do you love me?" she asked as she wrapped her legs around him and rolled her hips, his eyes closing as he began to pant. If he was going to hold out on her until she broke then she would just break him from beneath.
He laid down and rubbed his hands over her forehead, holding back her hair as he leaned down and left a trail of sensual kisses all over her face, stopping and leaving one long one on her lips, his body still working hers.
He moved to his elbows, his face showing the depths of his ecstasy to come. He was sitting on the edge of the cliff and she wanted more than anything to be the one to throw him over. She slid her hands over the perfect swell of his ass and pulled, her nails biting into him as he groaned loudly.
"So close, baby... fuck I'm so close."
"Do you love me?" Lisa whispered, scared to know the answer, but needing to.
He glanced down and smiled. "With everything I have."
"I love you too," she whispered as he let out a long cry, his body spasming as warmth filled her body. She held on tightly to him, continuing to work him as he took what was rightfully his.
Her.
Chapter 15
Lisa woke to the soft sound of Marc breathing beside her, his mop of light brown hair messy and sexy as hell. Stubble dusted his cheeks and chin, her fingers twitching to keep from reaching out and touching it. He looked older by a few years when he wasn't busy joking around and gleaming attention from everyone in the room. She waited for the panic that was sure to come, but felt... nothing.
Never in her life had she slept beside a man through the night. It was too intimate, too much like love. She reached over and brushed his hair off of his forehead, jerking back as his eyes fluttered. A smile lifted his lips as he lay on his stomach, the sight of it causing her heart to pound in her chest.
"Mmmm... Is this a dream?"
"Your fantasy or mine?" she whispered, moving in closer and wrapping herself around his muscled arm. His fingers brushed her inner thigh as his smile widened.
"Very much mine. I can't even fathom a better way to start my day." He groaned as he rolled onto his side, reaching for her and pulling her flush against him. His arm wrapped around her, his fingers softly caressing the curve of her hip. He leaned forward and bushed his lips against hers, Lisa holding a breath she didn't realize.
"You’re tense," Marc whispered, moving back a little and laying his head back on the pillow beneath him.
> "I've never done this."
"Yeah, trying not to breathe morning breath on someone is hard, right? I don't smell my own, but I know it's there."
She laughed and rolled over, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed as she tugged the covers. "That's not what I meant and you know it."
"No?" He sat up and lifted his hand to his mouth, exhaling and breathing in deeply through his nose as if testing his own theory.
"Hey, stop pulling the covers. You may have somewhere to be, but I'm on vacation." He jerked them back, leaving her exposed.
She shrugged and stood, swinging her hips a little more than usual as she walked toward the bathroom door. "Oops... towel is down here on the floor."
Bending over, she lifted her ass in the air and took her time getting the towel. Her smile almost hurt it was so big.
"That's not fair," Marc growled and moved out of the bed quickly. Lisa yelped and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door and locking him out.
"No! I have to get to the office. I have a shit-ton of work to do today and I'm showing a house this afternoon in New Hampshire." She turned to lay the towel over the shower and couldn't help but enjoy the subtle marks left on her body from his passion.
"What? You can't go out of town. I'm going home on Friday because I have mid-terms next week."
"Then come with me."
"To show the house?"
"Sure. It won't take more than an hour or so. We can enjoy the city and stay in a hotel tonight."
"Yeah, actually that sounds good." His voice grew softer. "I'm getting coffee. Want some?"
"Yes, but put your pants on... no need to make Jake jealous."
"He turned on Kari or something?" Marc laughed as the bedroom door creaked with him apparently opening it.
"No. The size of your boy..." She chuckled and slipped into the shower, his voice hard to hear, but she made out his words and they warmed her.
