Chapter 14
14
MARCUS
I was dangerously close to exploding in my jeans. Like a teenager.
Feeling her body pressed against mine, having her rock her pussy against my cock was enough to make me lose my mind. All I want to do was thrust, to take what she’s offering. To feel the walls of her pussy squeeze and milk everything I have to offer her.
But first, I need to taste her.
It’s as if my life depends on it. I’ve never felt this urgency, this frantic craze consumes me, and even though the desire is so strong I swear I’ll always feel it, I refuse to let it take control. I’m a man who prides myself on remaining in control at all times, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose it now, with Ryan.
I take in the gorgeous woman lying on my bed. Her blond hair is wild across the blue bedding, and her dress is hiked up her thighs. I can almost see a sliver of panties. But what holds my attention right now is those damn shoes. The ones with the ties running up her calves.
Placing my hands just above the ties, I gently push her legs apart. “I don’t know what kind of footwear this is, but I like them. A lot. When you arrived, I thought of you wearing them and nothing else.”
“They’re Monika Chiang. I love these sandals,” she tells me, her eyes sparkling like chocolate diamonds. “I have them in a nude four-and-a-half-inch heel that ties about halfway up my calf.”
A groan that sounds both animalistic and painful slides from my throat. I run my hand over my face, picturing these shoes with sexy as fuck heels, and now my cock is leaking precum. “I want to see them,” I find myself saying, though it comes out husky and more like a demand.
She smiles. “I brought them with me.”
I place my palms against the inside of her calves and slowly start to move up. Her skin is so damn smooth and soft. “I want you in them one night this week.”
She nods and swallows hard.
Returning my attention to her legs and dress, I gather the material and push. Her silky thighs have me all but panting, but it’s what I find when I move the dress over her hips that has me coming out of my skin—and almost coming in my pants.
She’s bare.
No panties.
No hair.
Bare fucking pussy.
“Fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes and still picturing it. I do everything I can to remain firmly grasped on whatever control I have left, which isn’t much.
“Problem?” she asks, humor laced in her question.
“You’ve been bare all night?”
She nods. “I figured panties would just get in the way,” she reasons proudly.
I run my hand over my face once more and return my focus on the gorgeous sight before me. “You’ve been naughty, not wearing panties.”
The smirk on her lips tells me she knew exactly what she was doing, what going sans panties would do to me.
“Well, you figured correctly,” I tell her, running my fingers along her thighs before gently gripping her hips.
Pointing to the dog bed in the corner, I politely, yet slightly urgently tell Buddy to, “Lie down.” He immediately does as instructed, though I can tell he doesn’t want to. He’d much rather jump up on the bed and lie with Ryan, and that’s not going to happen. At least not now.
I pull Ryan to the corner of the bed and squat. She gasps at the sudden movement and immediately places her legs around my neck. Tossing my ball cap down onto the ground, I ask, “Ready?”
She nods eagerly. Her pussy is glistening and directly in front of my face. What’s a man to do but enjoy?
I lean forward and take a long, leisurely swipe with my tongue. Her scent surrounds me, her taste consumes me. Placing my hands on the insides of her thighs, I go to town eating her pussy. My tongue flicks across her swollen clit before sliding inside her body. Her hips roll as she starts to move in rhythm with my mouth.
Ryan grinds against my face, seeking more. I catch a nice pink tint developing on her thighs, no doubt from my facial hair. I don’t have a beard, but I’ve always had scruff, and seeing the redness mar her tanned skin sends another bolt of lust straight to my groin.
Returning my mouth to her clit, I press two fingers into her pussy. She’s tight, hot, and soaking wet, and all I want is to thrust my cock inside her. But first, I need her to come on my mouth and fingers.
I turn my hand so my palm is facing up and curl my fingers along the top of her insides. I know what magical spot I’m looking for and know the moment I stroke it. Ryan cries out, her legs wrapping firmly around my head. She’s getting close to coming, just needs that little nudge over the edge.
Latching on to her clit, I suck it hard into my mouth, running my tongue across the hard nub, while burying my fingers deep inside her and massaging her G-spot. She detonates like a beautiful bomb, coming hard as she grinds against my face. I can barely hear my name falling from her lips, since her thighs are pressed firmly to the sides of my head, covering my ears. I suck and lick away every drop she gives me, ready and eager for more.
When I move my mouth, her legs fall open and I’m able to sit back on my heels. “Holy shit,” she murmurs, her voice heavy with satisfaction. “That was…wow.”
I can’t help but smile. What man doesn’t want to hear those kinds of accolades?
Standing up, my eyes scan her flushed cheeks, her wild hair, and the smooth, set skin of her pussy. Her legs are still spread, hanging open, and all I can think about is what’s to come. “You okay there?” I ask, reaching behind my neck and pulling my T-shirt off.
Her eyes pop open, drinking in my chest. I don’t work out regularly, but thanks to a very physically demanding job, I keep in shape. Her eyes take in my ink, and I can’t tell if she’s intrigued or repulsed. I don’t have a lot, but my chest holds a couple pieces in memory of my grandparents.
But they’re the last people I want to think about right now.
I only want Ryan on my mind.
When I reach for the fly of my jeans, her eyes follow my movement. She licks her lips as I lower the zipper. I can practically feel her gaze in my balls. They’re heavy with need and craving release. Pushing my jeans and boxers over my hips, I realize my issue as soon as the clothes reach my knees. Quickly, I do what I can to unlace my boots, and thanks to the bunched-up material halfway down my legs, it’s difficult.
Fortunately, my attention is drawn elsewhere.
Ryan reaches between her legs and starts rubbing her clit. All I want to do is lean forward and bury my face in her sweetness all over again. “You got that, Marcus?” she asks, her eyes dancing with humor, as I blindly try to unlace my boots.
“Yep. Got it.” I don’t have it, but I will. I don’t care if I have to rip my own foot off to get these damn pants off, I will do it.
When I finally remove my boots, pants, and boxers, I bend down, placing both hands on the bed, and press my mouth to hers. “That wasn’t very nice. You were trying to distract me.”
She giggles, reaching around and gripping my ass in her hands. “Sorry?”
I snort and stand back up, heading to the nightstand for a condom. “You don’t sound very sorry. For that, I might have to spank you.”
Her eyes widen and dilate, and I’m not sure if she’s turned on or shocked. Probably both. “Y-you wouldn’t,” she sputters.
Spanking really hasn’t been my thing in the past, but the thought of seeing her pink ass in the air, my handprint on the round globe, has me harder than I’ve ever been. “I think I would, Princess. On your knees.”
She doesn’t hesitate.
Ryan flips around onto her hands and knees, but I realize she’s still wearing the dress. I push it up, helping remove what’s covering her abdomen. The moment it’s over her head, she returns her palms to the mattress and glances back at me. Her bare breasts hang, and even though I long to suck her nipples into my mouth, there’s something else I need more.
The most beautiful woman in the world is primed and ready for me, looking like every man’s wet dream right now.
“You can still stop this,” I say without touching her.
“I’m not stopping anything, so suit up, buster.”
Ripping open the package, I quickly cover myself with latex. I run my hands up her thighs, squeezing her ass. “Ready?”
“So ready,” she groans, drawing out those two words as she waits.
Taking my position behind her, I line myself up at her entrance. I drink in the sight of her, hearing the heavy pants of her breath and mine. Her ass is right there, and I know what I have to do. I bring my hand down onto her skin, the crack of the contact echoing through the room. Before she can respond, I thrust forward, filling her in one long stroke.
Her gasp turns to a groan. She’s so tight, I have to grapple for every ounce of control I possess. Fully seated inside her, I hold still so she can adjust to the invasion. I run my palm over the smarted skin, cupping her ass, as she pushes back against me.
“More,” she begs, arching her back.
I give her exactly what she wants.
What we both want.
My grip on her hips tightens, and I pull back until it’s just the head of my cock still inside her body. Then, I thrust forward once more, rolling my hips and repeating the movement at a quickened pace. It’s not frantic, but there’s definitely an urgency. She meets me halfway, pushing back against me and taking everything I give.
Ryan arches her back and I almost lose it, but I refuse to come first.
I let my body move, driving us both toward release. My hands grip her hips as I thrust, but I eventually shift my right hand to cup her ass. The globe fits perfectly in my hand, which is tingling as we speak. I lift it up and bring it down firmly on her smooth skin. The slap echoes through my bedroom as she yelps. Instantly, I feel her pussy clench my cock. I sooth the smarted skin with my palm and continue to rock my hips.
“You liked that.” It wasn’t a question. I felt her reaction around my dick.
“I didn’t hate it,” she whispers between pants.
She drops to her elbows, her ass pointed directly at me. My handprint is visible against the tanned flesh, and all I want to do is mark her again. I won’t—at least not right now.
My balls draw up as the familiar tingle erupts at the base of my spine. I’m going to come, which means I need to get her there. Now.
I roll my hips and reach between her legs. Gliding my fingers across her clit, I feel her entire body tense. “Oh, fuck,” she groans, pushing back and taking my cock harder.
“Come on my dick, Princess. I want to feel it,” I demand, sweat starting to drip down my forehead. “That’s it. I feel how close you are. Squeeze my cock with your pussy.”
And she does. With a firm finger brushing over her hard clit and my cock buried deep inside her, she comes hard, crying out as her release rocks her to the core. “Marcus,” she says with a gasp, riding the waves.
I follow suit, pushing myself as deep into her body as I can and stilling, coming with an intensity I haven’t experienced in a long damn time. My orgasm seems to drag on and on, my body drawing every ounce of pleasure it can get from her body.
When the spasms finally subside, I drape myself over her back and kiss her bare shoulder. “Jesus,” I whisper harshly, trying to catch my breath.
“That was…wow,” she confirms.
Even though I don’t want to, I pull out of her body and reach for the condom. I move to the bathroom to dispose of the used protection and clean up a bit. I definitely need a shower, but maybe we can hit that together after round two.
Smiling, I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water. When I return to the bedroom, I stop in my tracks and stare at the woman before me. She’s slipping back on her dress, clearly preparing to leave.
“I, uh, brought you this,” I say lamely, holding out the washcloth.
“Oh, thanks,” she replies with a quick smile. “I’m just gonna head back to my cabin. I can shower when I get there.”
I’m struck completely speechless. She’s leaving? Before I have a chance to? I almost don’t know what to do with that information. I don’t think that’s ever happened before. Usually, I’m the first one to start dressing and get on the road to home.
Before I have a chance to invite her to shower with me, she gives me a happy little satisfied grin as she approaches where I stand. “Thanks for everything, Marcus.”
My brain is still slow on the response, because all I say is, “Yeah.”
Going up on her tiptoes, she places a soft kiss against my lips. I’m a millisecond away from throwing her over my shoulder and carting her back to my bed when she pulls away. She gives me a wink and walks away from where I stand, rooted in my spot.
“See you around,” she says, waving her little fingers and heading for my stairs.
I watch her blond hair bounce until she’s out of sight completely. If I could get my feet to move, I’d go after her, but they seem a little leaden right now, as if they’ve recently been encased in concrete.
The front door opens and closes, leaving me still trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.
I’ll tell you what happened. That was some of the best sex ever, and she just got up and walked away after. And it was completely unexpected. Never in all the years I’ve been sleeping with women has one ever turned the tables on me like that. It’s a little heady and makes me smile. The sexy vixen bested me when I least expected it.
Tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket and knowing I eventually need to go downstairs to let Buddy out one last time for the night and to make sure the house is locked up; I crawl onto the bed. Her scent hangs heavy in the air and on my bedding, and I don’t hate it. I lie here, replaying our night together, and smile.
Ryan Marcotte is nothing like I expected.
And it’s the memories of what we shared that accompanies me when I finally fall asleep later in the evening.