Chapter 14
Marcus
Itake a few deep breaths as I round the cab to open Lily’s door.
This is really happening.
Lily Chambers is with me at my apartment.
This is how I wanted the night to end, but hell, I didn’t think it would.
Especially after she sent me away when she was so upset.
I still need to know what had her so rattled, but when she looked at me with so much clarity in her eyes as we waited for her cab, I knew she was thinking clearly.
There was no doubt in her mind she wanted me.
I was done for when she turned and gave me that naughty smile. No way was I passing this up.
I’m going to give her a night to remember.
If this is the only time she lets her walls down enough to give in to whatever the hell this is between us, then I want her to know who she was with tonight.
I need her to feel me tomorrow when she wakes with a delicious ache between her thighs.
And I want her to smile at the memory of what I did to her body.
She unfolds herself from the cab, and I help her out. “Now is not the time to be a gentleman, Diaz.” She smirks, tucking her clutch under her arm.
Leaning down to wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her flush with me, I whisper into her ear.
“Lap it up. I won’t remain a gentleman.” I nip at her earlobe, grinning when I see goosebumps appear across her skin.
“You look cold. We should get you warmed up.” I lead her toward the entrance to my apartment building, her heels clicking on the pavement.
Catching a glance of us in the reflection of the glass doors, I’m momentarily struck dumb by the image.
She’s looking up at me with a small smile as we have our arms around one another.
We look like a couple. Relaxed in each other's company, we look right.
Joder, stop those thoughts right now.
This is just one night to get whatever this is out of our systems.
Right?
Guiding her toward the elevators, I use my keycard to gain access to the top floor. “Penthouse? Fancy.” I sense a slight bite in her tone as she shifts on her heels.
“Only the best, Chambers.” She strides into the elevator and out of my embrace, but I don’t let her get far as I clasp her petite hand in mine, worry clawing at my chest that she’s starting to regret her choice now she’s here.
“Why are you pulling away? Not scared, are you?” Bringing her closer, my hands settle on her lower back, my thumbs softly stroking her smooth skin as the elevator moves up to my floor.
“Changed your mind?” Staring down at her devastatingly beautiful face, I’m hoping and praying my warmth will be enough to calm her and not have her running.
The fire is back in her eyes as her palm slides up my chest and she slips one of her legs in between mine, rising to place a chaste kiss on my lips. “You don’t scare me, Diaz.” She whispers against my lips. “But if you need me to tell you what to do, I’m more than happy to teach you.”
Grasping her under her ass, my whole body relaxes, knowing she still wants this.
I lift her effortlessly, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Spinning, I push her against the wall of the elevator.
“I don't need you to teach me but…” I trail kisses down her neck as she moves her head to the side, allowing me more access. “I’ll enjoy spending a lot of time learning how to make your body shake with pleasure.” I slowly nip at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, making her gasp as I continue, “How it will come alive under my touch.” Her breasts heave as I bring my fingers up to trail across her collarbone, teasing her with feather-like touches.
“After tonight, you’ll crave me.” Gripping her neck slightly, I brush my thumb across the soft skin there, remembering how her eyes blew with desire the last time I touched her there.
Her green eyes are once again deep pools of lust, and I continue to brush the pad of my thumb over her pulse point.
“One night?” she whispers.
“One night,” I echo her demand, but the words leave a sour taste in my mouth.
Ridding myself of potential thoughts that could ruin tonight, I crash my lips down on hers.
She tastes so much better than I dreamed she would.
Sweet and intoxicating. When I tease her lips with my tongue, she opens up for me.
My cock thickens inside my pants and strains against my zipper as our tongues glide effortlessly against each other.
The elevator stops opening straight into my apartment, and I stride inside, my lips refusing to leave hers as her hands move into my hair, tugging slightly as she moves me where she wants me. I groan into her mouth, secretly loving that she knows what she wants and isn’t scared to take it.
Placing her down on the kitchen island, I continue to kiss her while my hands grip her hips, bunching up the material of her dress and pushing my now painfully hard cock against her core, and when she gasps into my mouth, I smile against her lips. “Still think I have a microdick?”
“It’s not always about size.” She takes my bottom lip between her teeth, tugging slightly, while she trails one of her hands down my body until she reaches my cock.
Grasping it in a firm grip, making me hiss, she releases my lip from between her teeth.
“You sure you know how to use this?” she teases.
Covering her hand with mine and guiding her to move it over me, I ask, “Tell me, how would you use it?” Shock flares in her eyes, and I smirk.
“Don’t go quiet on me now.” Leaning down and placing a kiss on her collarbone, I wait, but when she doesn’t respond, I trail kisses back up her neck, nipping gently.
“Tell me,” Rubbing her hand harder against my cock, I repeat, “How would you use me?” Pulling slightly away, focusing intently on her, my eyes plead with her to tell me.
Her face is flushed. Vibrant green eyes are blown wide with desire.
“I would take you in my hand, gripping you slightly, loving the silky smooth feel.” She curls her fingers, cupping me, making me gasp.
“I’d pull you slowly at first, teasing. Speeding up ever so slightly, I’d squeeze, giving you more friction, and when that first drop of pre-cum drips from the head, I would drop to my knees to lick it off, my eyes on you the whole time while I worship you.
” Her sultry tone has my blood boiling; picturing everything she’s saying.
“I’d take you right to the back of my throat and you wouldn’t be able to hold back.
” She licks her lips before tugging the bottom one between her teeth, moaning as she closes her eyes, continuing her verbal torture.
“You would grip the back of my head, pulling my hair so you can control my movements.”
Joder!
When I started this, I wasn’t really sure what I was expecting her to say, but this was not it. Feeling heat trail up my spine, my balls tighten at her words. Joder, I'm about to come in my pants like a horny teenager.
She continues to torment me, her voice dripping with desire.
“I’d not be able to resist but touch myself.
” Her fingers grip me tighter, making my cock jump as her voice hitches slightly with her next words.
“My fingers would slide between my pussy lips where I would be dripping wet, completely soaked from having your cock down my throat.” She pauses as she opens her eyes; they’re hypnotic pools of lust, and my knees almost give out.
“I’d push in two fingers, moaning around you, making you push deeper, and your thrusts would become so out of control I would gag. ”
Joder, am I dead?
“I’d pull off your cock, not giving you that release as I lie back and make you watch me pleasure myself, not allowing you to touch me.
” I’m painfully hard, but I need her to keep going.
“Your eyes would be on me while I push another finger inside, making me scream and shatter, coating my hand in my arousal, and only after I’ve finished would I let you take me.
Sliding deep inside my wet, aching pussy.
” Gripping me, she arches her back, brushing her tight nipples against my chest as her other hand grasps my neck, dragging my face down so our noses are touching.
My whole body is on fire, and my restraint is almost gone.
“Losing all control, you’d pound into me again.
” She rubs against me harder, and I hiss.
“And again.” She kisses my lips, whispering softly against them, “And again, until you come so hard you black out.”
I can’t hold back anymore. Taking her lips in mine, she moves her hands to my ass and grinds against me, as a low growl rumbles in my throat. “Jesus Christ, woman. Where did you come from?”
“Stop asking questions and do as you're fucking told,” she demands as her legs lock around my hips, and I pull the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. Her glorious breasts fall free as I drag her dress down to her waist. I trail my pointer finger across her collarbone, dragging it down the swell of her breast until I circle her rosy pink nipples, smiling as they tighten at my touch.
Brushing my thumbs over the tight nubs, her chest heaves, and I take a mental note of her reactions.
I want to understand everything about how her body craves pleasure.
Running my tongue around her nipple, she falls back on her elbows, a satisfied smile gracing her lips as she looks up at the ceiling.
Perfect.
I wrap my mouth around her, sucking, licking, and nipping her, loving the sensation of her legs gripping and shaking around my hips.
I could give her an orgasm just like this.
The thought thrills me, and I want to heighten her pleasure.
My hand glides up her silky thigh, pushing the material of her dress higher.
Sliding my finger past the fabric of her soaked panties and running the tip through her slick heat until I find her throbbing clit.
Slowly, I circle it once, making her push her breasts further into my mouth, and I nip her, sucking hard enough to know I’ll leave my mark.
Popping off, I smile to myself, knowing I’m about to send her over the edge, as I gather her arousal and rub it on her needy clit, she starts to thrash on the counter, a soft moan falling from her lips.
Feeling her walls tighten as I push two fingers into her.
“Fuck, yes right there.” She pants while I stroke her walls, curling my fingers to find that spot which will drive her wild.
“That’s it. I want to feel this greedy cunt come all over my fingers.” Rubbing my thumb across her clit, I continue to stroke deep inside. She’s chasing her orgasm, grinding against my hand, and I roll her nipple with my other as her back bows off the counter.
“Fuck, Marcus. Oh, God. Yes!” I don’t let up, keeping her legs wide, her arousal dripping down my hand.
Her walls tighten and clamp around my fingers as she climaxes.
I stroke her through her orgasm until she is limp and relaxed on my counter.
Her chest heaves as she sits up on her elbows, a satisfied smirk on her face that I can’t help but return.
“I guess you have proved me wrong.” She’s breathless, her eyes hooded as she takes me in.
“You definitely don’t leave your women unsatisfied. ”
Pulling my fingers out of her wet heat, loving the way she shivers, but instead of bringing them to my lips, I bring them to hers, testing her. And fuck me, she opens her perfect pink lips and I slide my fingers inside. She hums around them, licking herself off me. Her eyes on me the whole time.
She swirls her tongue around, making my cock twitch and leak pre-cum at the idea of having that sinful mouth wrapped around me.
She trails my hand down her body until we reach her pussy. But she leaves my hand at her apex as she pushes two fingers inside. Her eyes widen as she gasps, slowly pumping them in and out as I watch. After a few seconds, she brings her fingers to my lips, smearing her juices across them.
“Open,” she purrs.
Sucking them into my mouth, my eyes close on impulse as the sweet taste of her hits my tongue. She pulls them out of my mouth.
“How do I taste?”
My eyes open at her words, locking on hers. “Like fucking trouble.”