Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
GYPSY
Iwas riding a high I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to come down from. After a bit of a tense start, things between me and the women had gone off without a hitch. Once I’d proven myself, they were nothing but sweet and welcoming. The guys were hilarious, and the show had been incredible.
Seeing as I’d never been to a concert before, I hadn’t known what to expect, but it turned out even better than I ever could have imagined.
Marco and I watched the entire thing from the side of the stage with the girls.
I spent half the show dancing around and singing at the top of my lungs with my hands in the air, and the other half tucked closely against Marco’s chest. The entire night had been magical, and although I never wanted it to end, I was dead on my feet by the time the guys came off the stage.
After I exchanged hugs and phone numbers with the wives, Marco had ushered me to his Cherokee and driven us back to the posh hotel.
“Thank you so much,” I said as the elevator ascended to our floor.
“For that?”
I looked over at him with a soft, somewhat sleepy grin. “For everything,” I replied. “For the hotel, the concert. The whole night has been amazing. I can’t tell you how much it meant to me.”
He shifted, stepping in front of me and moving close. He placed his forearms on the wall on either side of my head and leaned in, the heat from his body and the musky smell of his cologne enveloping me and making my head fuzzy.
“Glad you liked it, girasol,” he said quietly, his lips brushing lightly over mine as he spoke. He was barely touching me and still managed to light a fire deep in my belly. “Means the world to me you had a good time.”
My tongue peeked out and slowly dragged across my bottom lip as my gaze traveled down to his mouth.
“One of the best nights of my life,” I replied, my voice coming out husky.
It took no effort on his part to turn me on and drive me crazy.
All he had to do was look at me and my heart leaped into my throat.
I was just about to beg him to kiss me when he pulled away, causing an unpleasant chill to skate across my skin.
In a haze of lust and need, I reached for him, only to be thwarted in my attempt to pull him back when he grabbed my hand and began to move.
I’d been so lost to what he made me feel that I hadn’t even realized the elevator dinged and the doors had slid open to our floor.
Marco pulled me forward, walking at such a fast clip I let out a surprised squeak and had to jog to keep up so I didn’t stumble on my heels.
His face was like granite when we reached the door. He pulled the key card out of his pocket and shoved it into the slot. The light blinked red, so he tried again, forcing the plastic card in harder. The indicator blinked red again.
“Come on, goddamn it,” he grunted, thrusting the card in so hard I feared he might snap it in half. When it blinked red for the third time, he let out a growl and took two steps back.
It took me a second to realize what he planned to do, and I moved quickly.
“Whoa! Calm down.” I giggled as I stepped between him and the door, taking the key card from his hand before he had a chance to lift his booted foot and kick the door in.
“I’ve never stayed in a hotel before, and this is a really nice one.
I’d prefer we not get thrown out because you went all caveman.
” Flipping the card around the correct way, I slipped it into the slot.
The light instantly turned green, and the lock gave way with a mechanical click.
Marco twisted the knob, shoved it open, and, with his grip on my hand, propelled me into the cushy suite.
We crossed the threshold, and he immediately yanked my arm again until my back was pressed against the wall.
“You know, you keep jerking me around like this, you’re gonna give me whiplash,” I stated, my voice breathy, my chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon.
But the struggle to breathe had nothing to do with exertion and everything to do with the fiery passion that turned Marco’s eyes black as he stared down at me.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He hissed as if in pain, burying his face in my neck. His lips whispered across the sensitive skin, and a shiver broke out along my arms when his tongue came into play, peeking out to taste me.
My eyes fell closed and my head dropped back, thumping against the wall as every inch of me strung tight at the featherlight touch. “The feeling’s mutual.” My words ended on a gasp when his teeth nipped at the cord of my neck. God, everything he did to me felt so. Damn. Good.
The material of my skirt bunched up when Marco grabbed behind my right knee and lifted it, hooking my calf over his hip and lining his erection up with my center.
He shifted his hips, pressing deep against me and ripping a ragged whimper from deep in my throat.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he grunted as he pushed harder.
“Mmm, Marco,” I groaned, lifting my hands and tangling them in his silky black hair. Using my hold, I forced his face from my neck, wanting—no, needing him to kiss me.
Our tongues brushed together in a rhythmic dance that stoked the fire inside me. Everything about Marco was so consuming, so potent, that I could think of nothing else but getting more. More of his taste, his smell, his everything. When we were together, the rest of the world was shut out.
He slid his hands up to my behind, giving it a squeeze before lifting my other foot off the ground. With no other choice, I locked my ankles behind his back and held on as he grinded against me, his hard cock prodding at my entrance through the layers of our clothing.
He shifted, circling his hips and rubbing that steel length against my clit. I broke the kiss on a gasp, pulling back to look at his gorgeous face as I began to move with him, increasing the friction. “God, don’t stop,” I panted, desperate for him.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked against my lips, his voice like gravel.
Was he kidding? I wasn’t just wet, I was soaked. And dangerously close to coming from nothing more than dry humping against the wall.
“Answer me, Gypsy,” he demanded. “Are you wet right now?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “So wet, Marco.”
One of his hands came up, pulling the straps of my dress down my arms until my breasts were revealed.
The cool air whipped across my nipples, pulling them into tight points.
Marco ducked his head, biting down on one of the stiff peaks.
I cried out as a bolt of heat traveled from my nipple to my sex, making it pulse.
“Don’t come,” he commanded harshly, licking my nipple before shifting to give the other one the same attention. “You don’t come until I’m inside you. I want to feel it.”
Jesus, I was about to go up in flames. My breasts had always been extremely sensitive, and I feared I wouldn’t be able to control my body for long if he kept going. “Then you need to stop doing that,” I said on a jagged whisper, clasping his hair tighter. “I don’t think I can hold back.”
He lifted his head, his gaze glassy. “You ready for me, hermosa?”
That was a new one I hadn’t heard from him before. “Hermosa?”
“It means ‘beautiful.’ Now answer the question. Can you take me?”
So that was what he’d been doing. I should have known he’d look after me in every way he possibly could. After years of being out of the game and then starting back up with a man of Marco’s size, every time we were together, he had to give me time to adjust to him.
“Yes,” I breathed, desperation clawing at my skin as I sank my nails into his shoulders. “I need you inside me, Marco. Please.”
The corner of his mouth hooked up in a roguish smirk. “Fuckin’ love it when you beg.”
Cocky asshole, I thought, but he wasn’t wrong. As much as my independent streak hated it, I was quickly coming to discover that I’d beg Marco for anything as long as he was touching me.
As if sensing my agitation and finding it funny, his chest shook with a laugh as he trailed his tongue across my bottom lip. “And when you’re being stubborn. You’re adorable when you’re trying to deny my effect on you.”
“I’m not adorable,” I objected as he continued his assault, rocking his erection against me. “I’m tough. I’m a total badass,” I continued, but the neediness in my voice contradicted my words.
His eyes glittered with pleasure as he challenged, “I’ll fuck you hard, baby. All you have to do is ask me nicely.”
Oh, this smug jerk. “Fuck me, Marco,” I demanded, squeezing my legs to pull him closer. “Give it to me.”
“Ah, ah, ah.” He let out a warm chuckle. “That wasn’t nice, was it?”
“Now,” I hissed through gritted teeth.
He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he lifted his hand to my left breast and pinched my nipple. My head thumped against the wall again as I cried out at the duel sensations of pleasure.
That was all it took. He’d once again manipulated me so perfectly that I gave him exactly what he wanted. “Please,” I whimpered, dangerously close to crying. If I didn’t feel him inside me soon, I was going to explode. “Please, Marco. Please!”
“So fuckin’ sweet.” He lowered me to my feet and reached around to his back pocket, ordering, “Take me out,” as he fished a condom out of his wallet before tossing it to the floor.
I didn’t have to be told twice. My fingers made quick work of his fly, and I shoved his jeans down his hips just enough that I could release his cock from its confines. My mouth watered the second I palmed the silky hard length. He let out a gratifying groan at my touch.