Chapter 25
Lily
The aftershocks of that mind blowing orgasm are still running through me, making me shudder.
I can’t believe I let him touch me like that in public, but if I’m honest, I’d let him do it again because, fuck me, it was hot.
Masking my whole body shivers, I pour us a shot.
I’m starting to feel buzzed from whatever liquor he bought.
It isn’t as bad as Trixie’s tequila, but it burns just as much.
“How about we dance instead?” He brushes the backs of his knuckles down my cheek, a cocky grin—that should make me roll my eyes, but doesn’t—firmly in place.
“I can’t dance.” My gaze drifts down, but he uses his finger to tilt my chin back up. His gaze connects with mine, and my legs start to part on their own accord. Fuck, this man makes me a sex maniac.
“I’m a good teacher.” He runs his palms dangerously high, brushing the tips of his fingers against my covered pussy briefly again before he stands and offers me his hand.
My body is on fire, and in a lust-filled trance, I place mine in his, allowing him to pull me into him.
My heartbeat kicks up a notch as he hooks his arm around my waist and leans down, his lips millimeters from mine as he whispers, “One more night?”
“One more night,” I agree.
“Buena chica.” He closes the distance, kissing me softly, his lips moving over mine, and I sink into him as my body goes limp in his arms. But before I lose all my senses and climb him like a tree, he pulls away. He obviously has more control than I do right now.
“What does that mean?” I mumble against his lips.
“Good girl.” He drops a tender kiss to my forehead, and my stomach flips at the gentle touch.
This is casual Lily.
“Come on, let's dance.”
He leads me to the packed dancefloor. Everyone is enjoying themselves, not paying anyone else any attention, just lost in the sensation of the dance. Marcus holds my hands in his as he starts to move his hips, and sweet baby Jesus, it’s hot.
Starting to move my hips, hopefully like he is doing, I loosen up. “That’s it.” He smiles, and his praise sends a rush of heat to my cheeks. “Just follow my lead.” He pulls me into his chest and then spins me out and under his arms, and I can’t help the girlish giggle that escapes.
I don’t fucking giggle.
He keeps me at arm’s length as he spins me around the floor.
I’m too busy concentrating on my feet and trying not to step on his toes when his smooth voice has my head snapping up.
“Relax, I’ve got you.” He laughs just as the music changes to something darker and more erotic.
The whole club's vibe changes in an instant.
I can literally feel the sex radiating off some couples as they gyrate and roll their bodies effortlessly.
Marcus spins me, his hands grip my hips, and I look up at him with hooded eyes.
“Trust me?” The playfulness in his eyes has morphed into something much more dangerous now he has my body pressed against his.
My nipples go hard and tight at the contact, the slight friction of the thin material of my dress brushing against them.
Sweat forms at the base of my spine, and all I can do is nod and follow his every move.
His bulge grinds against my center, making me suck in a breath.
My hands weave behind his neck, and he leans down so we are cheek to cheek.
Weaving my fingers deep into his thick hair, I tug gently.
A feral groan rumbles in my ear as he moves my hips to the beat.
Trailing his palms up my waist, he grazes the side of my breast with his thumb, making me gasp and arch into his touch.
His leg slides between mine as he guides my thigh around his waist, my dress riding up slightly.
His strong, callused palm grips my exposed flesh as his hips continue to move, pressing against my needy core.
My body has a mind of its own as I begin to grind on his thigh, my palms settling on his chest, my heart mimicking his.
He presses his forehead against mine as he gently rocks my aching pussy over him; the friction driving me mad.
I’m panting as my eyes lock on his, a look of pure desire there.
His normally deep brown irises are now completely black.
Jesus, he could make me come again right here on this crowded dance floor, and I don’t have it in me to care.
I need and want whatever he’s willing to give me.
I whimper as he stops, dropping my leg to the floor and turning us, so my back is to his chest. My head rests there as his hands roam up and down my curves, settling back on my hips, and mine close around them as we move in sync to the sounds of the erotic beats.
Feeling the outline of his erection as he grinds into me, I close my eyes, completely lost in pleasure.
The whole club drifts out of focus, and it’s just me and him.
He kisses my shoulder, my neck, nipping at my sensitive skin while we continue to move.
A gasp escapes me as one of his hands moves underneath my dress to hold my bare hip.
Moving a hand up to hook around his neck, I gaze up at him through my lashes while circling my hips.
He takes my lips with his in a slow, sensual kiss.
“I need you,” he mumbles before he spins me so I’m facing him once again.
There is no space between us as he takes my face in his large hands and devours me with another soul-defining kiss.
“One more night?” His breath skims across my face as his thumb runs along my bottom lip.
“One more night.”
He wastes no time as he tugs me off the dance floor and out of the club.
My hand never leaves his as we rush through the street and back into the hotel.
And before the elevator doors close, he’s crowding me, pushing me against the cool wall, taking my mouth with his.
Our tongues glide against each others, the intensity of the kiss heady as he angles me to exactly where he wants me.
Without missing a beat, when the doors open on our floor, he effortlessly wraps my legs around his waist and carries me out of the elevator to my room.
Fumbling with my bag, my lips not wanting to leave his, I find the key, which he takes to open the door.
It bangs against the wall as he opens it with such force before kicking it shut with his foot.
He spins me, so my back rests against it, he presses his whole body against mine as he trails kisses down the column of my neck to the swell of my breasts.
He licks and sucks at my flesh, and I know he’s going to mark me, but I want it; the need coiling inside me for him to claim me intense.
Tugging at the buttons of his shirt, he places my feet back on the ground as he growls into my mouth, pulling the material until it rips open and buttons fly.
I drag it off his shoulders as he pulls my dress over my head and kicks off his shoes.
“You’re incredible.” My body prickles with goosebumps.
No one has ever looked at me with so much hunger; like they crave me.
The thought has me falling to my knees, undoing his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down his muscular thighs.
His cock hits his stomach, bobbing in front of me, and I can’t help but lick my lips.
God, his dick is beautiful.
He tilts my face, forcing me to look up at him from where I’m kneeling.
“You look so damn pretty on your knees for me.” I’m so desperate to feel his cock sliding down my throat, I shift as my thighs clench together, trying to stop the ache building.
“Dios, look at you, so fucking eager to take my cock down your delicate little throat.” He grabs his shaft and gently presses the tip to my lips, rubbing it along the seam, and I close my eyes, humming in pleasure.
“You want this?” My eyes spring back open, and I give him a coy smile, not wanting to give in to him that easily.
After all, we play this push and pull game so well.
“I’m not going to beg for your cock, Diaz.” Poking the tip of my tongue out, I lick the tip, making him hiss. “You’ll be the one begging for me to take your cock in my hot, wet mouth.” The fucker just smirks at me.
“I don’t beg, Petardo. But you will.” He pumps himself a few more times, rubbing his thumb over the end to smear the pre-cum over the tip. His hips thrust up into his fist as his muscles flex.
Shit, that’s hot.
I can’t help myself, as I reach between my thighs, needing to touch my clit to relieve some of the pressure building.
But before I can, he reaches out, gripping my throat firmly, pulling my attention back up.
“I don’t think so. I’m in control of your pleasure tonight.
You get to touch yourself when I say you can.
” His face is a mask of dominance that is almost my undoing, but I love to push his buttons, so I reach for my pussy again.
But he tightens his grip on my throat, halting my movements but increasing the pleasure in my core.
I shift in place as a shot of heat runs up my spine.
God, he hasn’t even touched my cunt, and I’m going to cum.
“I said that’s mine.”
Oh fuck.
“You beg, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Fuck it. I can’t keep this up. “Please, Marcus, feed me your cock.”
He releases my throat, gathering my hair into a ponytail, guiding me towards his dripping cock. “Buena chica.” My thighs become slick as he whispers his praise.
Looking up at him, I open my mouth wide, poking my tongue out, and the growl that escapes him heats my blood with need.
“Joder, you’re perfect.” His restraint snaps as he pushes his cock into my mouth, right to the back of my throat, making me gag.
He pulls my head back slightly with the grip he has on my hair, but I pull him back in deeper.
I need this. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth as I continue to take him as far as I can, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck. “Dios.” He hisses.
Moaning around him, I move faster as his groans of pleasure echo through the room.
It’s starting to get too much. I have to touch myself.
Snaking my fingers under the lace of my thong, I find my sex dripping, but before I get a chance to touch my clit, I’m being pulled off his cock, making me whimper.
“I told you, your pleasure is mine tonight.”
He pulls tighter on my hair, sending a slight tingle of pain straight to my throbbing pussy, and I gasp before groaning in pleasure. “Then fucking give it to me.”
His smile is feral as he releases his hold on me and pulls me to stand. “Strip.” He trails his index finger along my collarbone, down the swell of my breasts, circling my nipples through the lace of my bra, and down my stomach until he’s at the top of my thong, but he doesn’t go any lower.
Fuck, I need him to.
The defiant part of me wants to tease him, give him a show.
I brush past him as I seductively trail my fingers over my curves until I reach the front clasp of my bra.
Turning back to face him, I arch my back pushing my breast out, and undo it slowly, letting the material fall to the ground, watching his fingers twitch at his sides.
Cupping my breasts, I tweak my hard nipples, letting my eyes close and my head roll on my shoulders, moaning at the pleasure building.
It feels so good, but I know his hands would feel so much better.
I slowly hook my fingers in the top of my thong and pull the lace down my legs, stepping out so I’m standing there in just my sandals.
Marcus stalks towards me, and I walk backward until my back hits the wall, and he kneels in front of me.
His warm hands run up the backs of my thighs, down my calves until he reaches my foot, where he undoes my sandal and pulls it off, placing it carefully to one side.
He repeats with the other, and then he’s kneading the skin where my thighs meet my ass, and he brings his face so close to my sex.
The power rushing through me of having him on his knees for me, taking care of me is heady.
“Estas intoxicate.” Kissing my hipbone softly, his sexy accent has me melting.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I’m lost for words as he nips and kisses my legs close to my bare sex, sending me into a spin.
“You walk into a room, and I need to be near you.” He parts my legs, licking a path to my dripping sex.
“You speak, and I want to hear everything you have to say.” His tongue laps once at my entrance, and my legs shake, but he’s there holding me up.
“Chingado, no puedo dejar de pensar en ti.”
Before I have time to process or understand his words, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, and buries his face in my pussy, moving his tongue in slow, torturous movements, the full length of me before circling my clit.
My hands find purchase at the back of his head, gripping his silky locks tightly, making him groan into me.
“I could drown in your perfect cunt. Dios mío, sabes tan rico.” The Spanish words rolling off his tongue sound sensual, making my body beg for more.
His tongue pushes through my lips, making me gasp and roll my hips. His pace quickens as he laps and licks until my legs begin to shake on his shoulders, and I have the urge to close them, squeezing his head between my thighs. “Keep these beautiful legs open.”
“Sorry,” I pant.
“I like it when you give in to me, almost as much as when you fight me.” He smirks up at me from between my thighs, and fuck me, it’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
“That won’t happen again.” I tug on the strands of his hair. “Now give me what I need.”
“There she is.” His eyes darken, and he buries his face in my pussy again, this time not stopping until I’m screaming his name. When I come down, he’s still licking me slowly, cleaning every drop of my arousal.
Placing my feet back down on the ground, he tenderly kisses my pussy. “Fucking delicious.”
Running my fingers through the strands of his thick locks, a strange sense of calm that I don’t want to analyze right now washes over me. Instead, I say, “Get up here and fucking kiss me.”