20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
C assie
The air in the kitchen thickened, and Marcus stiffened when I tightened my hold on his cock and bit his earlobe, but I had no plans to stop.
I enjoyed the power flowing through me at having him in my hand, his libido under my control.
My nipples tightened, and my pussy moistened while I stroked him, his hardness pulsing with need.
I’ve accepted that this weekend was the best thing I’d ever been convinced to try. There was still a part of me that was apprehensive, though. I needed to let myself go, to have sex without remorse or fear. To trust Marcus and enjoy myself for once.
His hand closed over mine, then gently pulled it from his twitching cock. He turned to face me.
“I want to touch you.” I wanted his skin against mine, his cock in my hand.
“I don’t know if I can handle any more touching right now.” He brought my hand up to his lips, placing a soul-destroying kiss in the center of my palm.
“Sure, you can.” With my free hand, I found his dick. His groan was lost against the palm of my hand as he held it against his mouth. A grin crossed my lips. “Why don’t we try this?” I tugged my hand free. Before he could react, I kneeled and took his dick deep into my mouth.
I wanted to suck him off. I wanted him to climax and get some satisfaction.
This was only my second time going down on a man.
Correction, second time doing it to him, to any man.
Last time, he’d pulled me off before he finished.
His salty taste wasn’t unpleasant, and I inhaled.
His musky scent—along with a hint of spice—filled me.
Yes, this man was spicy all right. I ran my tongue over the veins of his cock.
His fingers tangled in my hair, and a sense of control made me bolder. He wasn’t trying to pull me away, but keeping me close.
“Oh yes, baby. Suck me.” He thrust deeper.
I relaxed my throat and took him in. An image popped into my mind from an article I’d read at work. I pressed my finger to his perineum and waited in anticipation.
“Fuck!” he cried out. I didn’t have to wait long. His balls tightened, and his salty fluid filled my mouth.
I swallowed, loving every second of the empowerment I’d never felt before rush through my veins. I’d made him lose control. Maybe not for long, but I’d done it.
Me.
His cock finished pulsing, and I encircled the head before I let him slip from my mouth.
His hand tightened in my hair as he urged me to my feet, then covered my mouth with his. I started to pull back, but his hands against my head held me fast. Apparently, he didn’t mind his taste on my tongue as he thrust deep into my mouth. When he broke the kiss, we were both breathing heavily.
“Why did you bother to put a robe on?” He fingered the collar of the light pink material.
“I can’t run around naked.”
“You should try it.” His fingers parted the lapels and cupped my breasts, the slight roughness of his palms against my soft skin sending shivers of delight through me. “It’s very freeing.”
He pinched my nipples, and my moan was lost against his lips when he kissed me again. Our hips rocked against each other as our tongues tangled.
His green eyes were blazing when he lifted his head to stare down at me. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to take you on the kitchen counter.”
“Is that a problem?” Where had this vixen come from? I had no idea, but I was beginning to like the new me. His eyes darkened, and fire spread through me when I realized I’d made him lose control. Power rushed to my head. Wiggling, I pushed my hand between us and cupped his growing sex.
“You’re asking for trouble.”
“I like trouble.”
Before I could blink, I was flat on my back on the island in the middle of the kitchen, my legs hanging over the edge, robe spread apart, and Marcus between my thighs.
His cock rubbed at my entrance, then he thrust. My back arched as my pussy opened to him. Oh, God. My mouth dropped open. He was so large, so hard, so male. There were no other words I could think of to describe the delicious sensations coursing through me.
Marcus gripped my hips. “Get ready for a hard ride.”
I closed my eyes as he pistoned in and out of my pussy. I curled my legs around his waist, and crossed my ankles at the small of his back.
He felt so fucking good. “Please, take me.”