His Secret Desire (Atlanta Nights)

by Linda Verji

  “Please.” She arched her back to get closer to his touch.

  He traced a tantalizing circle around her other nipple even as his lips grazed their way down to her neck. He licked at her tattoo. “Please what?”

  “Touch me,” she begged even as she reached for his other hand. She tried to drag it to her other breast, but he only linked their fingers while his other hand did damage to her self-control.

  “Like this?” He pinched her nipple lightly sending sharp shards of heat through her.

  “Yesss,” she hissed. He tugged then pinched again. The pain was delicious. “More.”

  She didn’t expect him to bend his knees or for him to lower his head to breast. The shock of his mouth closing over the distended tip was overwhelming. Her knees buckled under her. If it wasn’t for the arm he wove around her waist, she would’ve melted into a puddle on the floor.

  She shut her eyes, her breath coming in helpless gasps as Marcel hungrily laved at her breast, suckled the aching crest and soothed it with his tongue. His lips were as masterful as his touch, arousing her to fever pitch. Her head swam as he nipped and nibbled his way to her other breast, showering it with the same breathtaking attention.

  By the time his hand eased between her thighs she was at breaking point and dripping wet. One swipe of his finger against her clit and she started shaking like a leaf. “Ah, ah, yes.”

  His fingers were as demanding as his mouth. Despite the orgasm already wracking her body, he massaged her moisture into her clit with practiced sweeps and strokes.

  “Oooh,” Olivia whimpered, her insides clenching and contracting at the first entry of his finger. When he filled her with a second finger, her hold on his neck and head tightened as she screamed out her release.

  But there was no rest for her. Where her release ended, more torture began. He moved his finger inside her, catching her orgasm and sharpening it further until her whole body was a bundle of sensitive nerves.

  His mouth still on her breasts, he hooked his finger inside her, grazing her g-spot with accuracy that had her sagging against the door in an open-mouthed scream. Her whole body tautened and her eyes widened as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. She gushed over his fingers, coating them with more moisture than she’d ever thought she was capable of producing.

  Now that he’d given her second climax, she expected a break.

  She was wrong.

  He deftly straightened to his full height, one hand supported on the door while his fingers still lazily fucked her. His gaze was blazing, intense, triumphant as he surveyed her boneless condition. “Reach into my right pocket.”

  So muddled was she, it took her a while to process his words. “Huh?”

  “My right pocket,” he ordered.

  Again with the orders. Olivia didn’t like domineering men in the bedroom. She was the wild one, the nympho with an insatiable sexual appetite and no problems taking the lead. But Marcel had her wrapped around his pinky so tightly, if he told her to walk out into the hallway naked, she probably would.

  She reached into his jacket obediently. Her trembling fingers came into contact with a box. It was only when she extracted it that she realized she was holding condoms.

  “Get one out.”

  It wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Not with the way he was still pushing his fingers in and out of her and lighting up her body afresh. After a few fumbling attempts with the package, she managed to take out one of the packets inside.

  She almost cried when he withdrew his fingers from her but got distracted when he sucked both his fingers, licking them clean of her essence. “Sweet.”

  This man. Apparently it was possible for her to get even more turned on.

  He plucked the rest of the package from her hand and threw it to the coffee table before gesturing towards the packet in her hand. “Open it.”

  While she fumbled with the packet, he unzipped his pants and freed his rampant erection. The moment Olivia let her gaze fall to it, she sucked in a sharp breath and her fingers stilled on the condom.

  That thing was supposed to get inside her?

  His flesh jutted out long, thick and rock hard.

  From the few times she’d come into contact with him, she’d known he wasn’t a small man. But this was a baseball bat. It was enough to shatter the tide of desire in her.

  She shook her head, dropped the condom and backed up against the door. “No thanks.”

  Marcel’s brow furrowed in confusion even as his stroked his weapon. “What’s wrong?”

  “Uh uh.” She slapped his hands away when he tried to reach for her. “It won’t fit.”

  No way in hell was she letting him inside her. She liked her intestines right where they were.

  Leave it to Olivia to be the only woman who didn’t like a big dick.

  Despite the desperation prickling at his nerves at the need to be inside her, his lips twitched in humor. “Livy, I promise it will fit.”

  “Boy, get that thing away from me.” She tried to duck under his arms.

  There was no way he was letting her run now. Not after how long they’d waited for this. Not after she’d gotten him so pumped up he was ready to bore through a wall. Not with how delicious she looked all naked and ready for him. Her nipples were still erect little points and the smell of her feminine desire was like a sweet scent lingering in the air between them. But by her widened eyes and shaking head, he could see that she was genuinely intimidated by his size.

  He’d need to take it slower than he was used to with her. When he tucked his cock back into his pants, she actually sagged - sagged - in relief. This time when he reached for her, she didn’t swat his hand away. But when he wrapped his arm around her waist and bent his head, she drew back sharply. “What are you doing?”

  “I just want to kiss you.”

  “Only kiss?” Suspicion colored her tone.

  “Only kiss.” For now. Her body was stiff as a board as he pulled her closer but she soon relaxed under the lazy movements of his mouth over hers. He moved his lips over hers, slowly, unhurriedly coaxing her back into desire. Even with only their mouths mating and the slight pressure of her delectable curves against his hard muscles, the heat inside him kindled anew. It took everything in him not to lift her against the wall and pound into her like a mad man.

  She responded to his kiss with a sigh and wound her arms around his neck. She stiffened when he pressed his clothed dick to her tummy, but a few coaxing kisses later, her fingers were gripping his shirt tightly pulling him closer to her. Her ripe breasts pushed into his chest while she arched her pussy into his groin, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. Scared of his dick as she was, she still wanted him.

  And he wanted her.

  His heartbeat thudded powerfully with the need to possess her completely. His breath roughened with each slow suckle of her lips and tongue. Ah, he wanted her. Badly. The longer he kissed and touched her, the more his need pulled at its leash, begging to be released. His hands coasted over down her spine and over her plump ass. He molded the rounded flesh, loving how she fit just right in his hands, before skirting his fingers between the cheeks.

  She was so wet. And it made him harder.

  “Marcel,” her needy moan when he flicked her clit almost pushed him to the edge. By the way she hiked her leg against his thigh it was obvious she was ready to get dicked down. Marcel played with her pussy for a little while more, spreading her moisture around her feminine folds. Running his tongue over the words on her neck to taste her sweet skin, he rubbed her swollen clit before dipping his fingers into her tight cavern. Her walls convulsed around his fingers, gripping him tightly.

  Fuck, he needed in.

  “No,” she whined in protest when he extracted his fingers. But when he lifted her by the waist, she wound her legs around his flanks. Her wet heat teased his cock as he carried her to the couch. He didn’t need to guide her. She was rocking on his lap even before he settled on the couch with her straddling him.
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  Getting her to sit still as he shrugged off his jacket and shirt was like trying to cage a rattle snake. Her movements were frantic and jerky as she tried to get herself off on his clothed dick. His erection swelled almost to the point of pain when she fitted him right between her folds. Trailing kisses along her neck, he molded the fleshy cheeks of her ass urging her to rub her slick sex on him. She spread her legs more, pressed her tits harder against him, ground harder. But as he expected, it wasn’t enough.

  “Ugh!” She expelled a frustrated groan as she pressed her face into his naked chest. “Marcel.”

  “Tell me what you want, Livy,” he encouraged, he lifted her slightly off him and unbelted and unzipped his pants. She only whimpered into his shoulder. Lifting slightly off the seat so he could push his slacks and boxers completely off him, he coaxed, “Tell me what you need.”

  The moment he set her on his naked cock, she jerked upwards and lifted her face to him. Her pupils were dilated with clear desire. Nearly breathless, she whimpered, “No. It’s too big.”

  “Just the head then.” He gripped the base of his cock, pointed it upwards then tapped the head against her clit. A groan escaped his lips at the touch of her skin against his and the feel of her slick juices mingling with his precum. His breath rough, he pleaded, “Let me put a little bit in, Livy.”

  There was no response from her except for a low cry as she ground her clit against his crest. Burying her head back in the crook of his neck, she swayed in time to his taps and rubs on her clit. A couple of times he came close enough to her cavern to feel the tight ring graze his head. If it were up to his desperation, he would’ve been inside her and pumping. But he wanted this to be her choice.

  He lowered his gaze past her heavy breasts to the perfect view of her puffy lips parted over the head of his cock. Absently, he licked his lips as he savored the sight of her small clit trembling with each tap of his dick.

  “That feels so good,” she murmured in his ear, drenching his shaft with her juices. As her excitement grew, she reached between them and gripped the head. Marcel bit back a roar at the instant sensations that skirted through his body at her gentle touch. And when she directed him into her sweet hole he almost erupted. If it wasn’t for the last bit common sense tucked in the only corner of his brain not mesmerized by her sweetness, he would’ve gone into her raw.

  He sucked in a sharp breath to calm himself. Counting backwards, he leaned forward and grabbed the remaining condoms. It was a wonder he even managed to wrap up with her fingers bumping against him as she tried to center him.

  Finally he was strapped up and ready for her. Resting his hands on her hips, he let her run the show. For now. Her hot breath washing over his neck, she guided him towards her sweet cavern. They both tensed when the large mushroom tip of his cock caught at that tight ring. For a moment he thought she might back away again, but with a small whimper she let his tip inside.

  The feel of her moist walls parting for the head of his shaft was thrilling, pure ecstasy. It just about shattered his control. Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths and squeezed her hips. But Olivia wasn’t done with him. She bore down on him and with a pop his crest sunk into her sweet warmth.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged with soft strokes of his hands down her spine. He grunted as she fitted about an inch of him inside her. He begged, “Don’t stop.”

  She didn’t.

  “Aaah.” Her breath becoming more ragged, she dropped down one more - another inch in.

  The feel of her gloved tightness closing around his rod was indescribably, like entering heaven. He wanted to scream, he wanted to roar. Instead he turned his face to her and captured her moan as she took in another inch. Their lips locked in a hungry kiss as she lifted up slightly then rocked back down absorbing in another swollen inch.

  This time he couldn’t help himself. His hands lowered down her back to her ass, helping her down. Feeling some resistance, he lifted her up slightly then lowered her back down. Being surrounded by her was phenomenal, breathtaking. He lifted her up again then let her fall on his dick.

  With each new stroke in and out, she took in more of him. Until finally her folds met the base of his cock and he was wrapped up completely inside her warmth. She fit him so right, it was almost as if she’d been created just for him.

  “I told you it would fit,” he gloated on a rough exhale of breath.

  “Shut up and fuck me,” she hissed as her fingers clawed into her shoulders. Her words released the rampaging monster in him. With a quick flip, he set her on her back on the couch and came over her. Now that he was in control he could give them both what they needed. His first pump in was long smooth and calculated. Her walls clamped around him like a vice, protesting as he slowly withdrew.

  “Aaah,” Olivia sighed against his cheek as he stroked in again.

  “You like that?” He breathed out on his next long thrust in.

  “Yes.” Her snug walls pulsed around his length in agreement. She tightened her legs around his flanks as her hips met him halfway.

  “Oooh,” they both moaned as he pounded in again. Their slick bodies moved together, sliding skin to skin as her tight pussy gripped him rigidly. Her lusty whimpers and her juices coating his thighs were driving him crazy. He turned his face to her to find her eyes closed and her lips parted in ecstasy. He set his mouth on hers, pushing his tongue in to the rhythmic thrusts of his hips.

  When she started to contract around him, he quickened his thrusts. “That’s it. Cum for me.”

  “Oh… oh…. oh,” she screamed as her muscles spasmed over his cock. Her body lifted against his and for a moment it seemed like she’d stopped breathing. Then she sucked in a sharp gulp of air as her pussy clamped hard around him. He held her tightly and kept thrusting as her climax plummeted her.

  He would’ve like to last longer but he’d waited too long to have her. His body wasn’t built for that kind of torture. Her release was his go-ahead signal. Tucking his head into the crook of her neck, he increased his pace to an almost machine-like speed as his balls started to tingle.

  “Sh-ii-ii-ii-ii-it,” Olivia’s moans broke in time to his quick thrusts and the loud slaps of their thighs. He didn’t ease up on his thrusts. He couldn’t. Not with the powerful sensations zipping through him as he neared his climax and Olivia’s screams of encouragement. “Ah, ah, ah, yes, yes, fuck, right there. Oh my… aaah.”

  His whole body stiffened as he finally slammed his way into pleasure.

  His release lasted forever. He held his cock deep inside her warmth as spasm after spasm rocked through him and his balls released his seed. With one last thrust, he emptied himself completed and slumped over Olivia.

  She stroked his head and sweat-slick back as he came back down from his high. His body was so spent, it took considerable effort to change their positions so that she was the one on top and he wasn’t squashing her. One arm around her shoulders and the other covering his eyes, he struggled to catch his breath.

  Tired as he was, he couldn’t help smiling.

  Olivia must’ve been watching him because she said, “What are you smiling about?”

  He moved his hand and peered at her, his grin widening. “And you thought it wouldn’t fit.”

  She kissed her teeth. “Bastard.”

  CHAPTER 21

  Olivia took her few steady breaths. She told herself she had nothing to be nervous about, but her clammy palms differed with her. Wiping her hands on her checkered, white and red, gingham dress, she asked, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

  “Why wouldn’t it be?” Marcel didn’t take his eyes off the road as he reached for her hand with his free one. “Relax, it’s just a barbecue.”

  It wasn’t just a barbecue. It was a barbecue with his family.

  She was not even close to ready to meet his family. Heck, she wasn’t even sure she’d ever be ready. The only time she’d met an ex’s family member it was James mother and that hadn’t gone well
. The church lady had taken one look at Olivia’s tattoos and pronounced her the devil’s assistant. Olivia wasn’t the type of girl men introduced to their families.

  Yet, here she was, getting ready to meet Marcel’s family barely two days after they’d consummated their relationship. Getting ready to be judged again.

  Gah! What had possessed her to tell Marcel about Olosophy?

  Oh yeah! Alcohol and good sex.

  Up until yesterday night she’d been walking on cloud nine, glowing with the satisfaction of finally having Marcel. He’d stayed the night, moving their lovemaking to her bedroom and held her through the night. Even Tay’s call before they left the Saturday morning basketball game, which she’d promptly rejected, wasn’t enough to dampen her mood. Thane’s Murder Mystery night, the spiked punch and the giggling antics as they tried to figure out who murdered Marcel had only enhanced her good mood.

  After Thane’s party, a tipsy Olivia had set out to ‘resurrect’ the recently murdered Marcel with another bout of vigorous lovemaking on the couch. Needless to say, she’d succeeded. She had him groaning her name and threatening that she’d be the next victim if she kept on teasing him.

  While they recovered, she’d laughingly told him how disappointed Lex was that she hadn’t insisted on meeting Marcel’s family before falling in bed with him. Marcel’s casual proposal that she join him for his family’s regular Sunday barbecue had caught her by surprise. She’d stammered a no. But somewhere in between being taken on the carpet and an erotic shower, that ‘no’ had turned into a screamed, ‘yes, yes, yes’.

  Actually, this was all his fault.

  If his dick wasn’t such a weapon of mass destruction, wiping out her inhibitions left, right and center, she’d be safe in her own house watching reruns of Legend of The Seeker or doing something equally non-threatening.

  “I hate you.” She pinched Marcel’s wrist.

  “Ow.” He snatched his hand away and threw a quick baleful look her way before turning back to the road. “You don’t need to be nervous. My family are pretty nice people. You’ve met Sebastien, haven’t you?”