Chapter 15
Lily
This is what I need.
I need to let someone else take control so I can forget. Forget these dark thoughts plaguing me and the dark cloud hanging over my head.
Even though I had managed to stop myself from diving straight into a complete downward spiral, my body was still in flight mode. But I can feel myself feeling lighter with every moment I spend right here, with his hands on me.
Leaning back on the cool marble kitchen counter, I lift my ass, pulling my thong down.
Marcus’s hands replace mine, pulling it all the way, before placing it in his suit pocket.
The thought of him keeping them should repulse me, but pleasure pools in my core at the thought of him having them to remind him of tonight.
Spreading my legs wider, and pressing the tips of my fingers to my bare sex, the dangerous feeling coiling in my core, and the look of hunger in his eyes, makes me brave.
“Please tell me you aren’t one of those men who thinks it's degrading to go down on a woman?” Continuing to swirl my arousal around my clit I taunt him as his eyes darken.
“Degrading? No, Petardo, it would be a fucking honor to worship you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Placing my fingers on his lips, I coax, “Worship me.”
He nips the tips of my fingers before he drops to his knees, roughly pulling my legs further apart, cupping my ass with his large, strong hands, where he wastes no time in devouring me.
My head falls back against the counter as I release all my power to the god between my legs.
He isn’t gentle or tentative; he knows exactly what he’s doing.
He parts my pussy with his fingers and nudges his nose against my clit.
“Joder. Sabes increíble.”
My insides melt at his sexy Spanish tone, wishing I knew what he was saying, but my mind goes blank as he takes my clit between his teeth, my hips rocking faster against his face.
“Oh God.”
He sucks hard, making flashes of bright light erupt behind my eyes.
Pushing two of his thick fingers inside me, he curls them around again.
With his mouth sucking my clit and his fingers stroking my walls, he’s pulling another out of body orgasm from me.
Cupping my breast, I tweak my hard nipples as I ride his face.
My legs shake uncontrollably, and on impulse, I try to close them, my whole body tensing from the pleasure rolling through me
“You keep these open,” he growls into me as he pushes against my inner thighs, forcing me to keep them spread wide. And this time, when he closes his mouth around my clit, I arch off the counter, my orgasm hitting me so hard I see stars.
He’s still stroking me slowly, licking up all my juices, as I come down. Feeling surprisingly taken care of as he leaves open mouthed kisses along my inner thigh, and I revel in the sensation. This is exactly what I need.
Lying there, limp and utterly sated, Marcus pulls me up into his strong arms, keeping me steady.
I realize that I must look a mess. My hair has fallen out of my intricate updo, the ends tickling my shoulders, my make up is no doubt smeared all over my face, and my dress is bunched up around my middle.
But Marcus still looks composed in his tux.
He lost the jacket at some point, and the tie he took off in the taxi, as I noticed how sexy he looked walking into the apartment with it hanging loosely around his neck, with the top few buttons of his shirt undone.
But his face looks anything but composed.
He looks like a man who’s on the verge of snapping.
And of course, this is where we come alive.
When we push.
The hot tub he mentioned is just through the glass doors that lead out onto the balcony, and I press gently at his chest. He moves backward, leaving me space to jump down off the counter.
Which, thank God, I manage, and my legs don’t give out.
Dragging the material of my dress the rest of the way down and stepping out of it, I’m left in just my strappy black sandals.
Gliding my hands up his chest and rising on my toes, I kiss his cheek and walk past him, an exaggerated sway to my hips.
“Petardo, where do you think you're going? I’m not done with you yet.” Capturing my hand and entwining our fingers he pulls me to a stop just as I reach the doors.
My fingers play with the buttons of his dress shirt.
“I can’t hear you through your clothes, Diaz.
Take them off, then we can talk.” Spinning on my heel and opening the large glass doors, the cool air hitting my heated skin has me gasping, but I welcome the relief.
My body is an inferno after my orgasms, and the night is nowhere near over.
Finding the switch to turn the tub on, sensing movement in the corner of my eye, I bend slightly to remove my sandals. The sound of the tub rumbles, and my pulse spikes with anticipation.
Marcus’s hands cup my breasts from behind, and I stand, loving the heat from his bare skin as he pulls me to him. His impressive erection settles between my legs, and I can’t stop my body from sliding over him. And shit, it feels so good.
“Stop,” he grits out as he nips at my shoulder, marking me as his palms glide down to my hips, his fingers digging in deep.
“Why?”
“You fucking know why.” He quickly moves one of his hands from my hip to curl around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp.
I grind harder against him, and he stills my movements with his other hand gripping my hip so tight I know it will bruise.
“I’m in charge. Your pleasure is mine to control.
So stop fucking moving against my cock and get in.
” He releases me, and I stumble slightly forward.
Regaining my balance and stepping out of my sandals, I slide into the water.
Once I’m settled, I finally see all of his glorious body close up for the first time.
And holy shit. I’m not prepared. Yes, I’ve seen him in magazines, but they don’t do this man justice.
His bronzed skin is decorated with intricate ink trailing from his wrists and across his impressive chest. They’re like a story woven onto his flesh, and I’m momentarily transfixed by them until my gaze sweeps over his stomach.
And fuck me. The man has an eight pack, and my fingers twitch as I restrain myself from reaching to touch them.
Then my eyes fall to his perfect V of muscles pointing to the most beautiful cock I have ever seen.
The sight has me licking my lips, desperate to take him in my mouth.
Jesus Christ, everything about this man like this makes me want to lie him down and taste every part.
“My eyes are up here,” he teases as he climbs into the hot tub, placing a condom on the side.
Fuck, I’m actually doing this.
Sliding in next to me, he cradles the back of my head, his thumb brushing over my jaw. The intimate gesture creates a tidal wave of emotions as the bubbles of the hot tub dance around us.
For the first time in a long time, I feel free.
To stop the emotions from escaping and my mind taking over, I crash my lips to his as he pulls me effortlessly onto his lap, and I grind onto his thick cock. It slides deliciously between my pussy lips, and I hungrily take what I need from him.
“Joder, Petardo,” he mumbles against my lips.
“You’re killing me.” He tugs at my hair, pulling my head to the side, causing pain to shoot through me, but fuck, I love it as he bites and sucks at the exposed skin.
“Stand. I need to see all of you.” My traitorous body listens.
Rising off his lap, my hands graze up my sides, and he watches my every movement.
Continuing to trail my fingers across my breast, I circle my nipples, my eyes never leaving his.
He slowly rises out of the hot tub, perching on the side, his cock sitting tall against his abs, long and thick.
God, he’s… I have no words.
My entire body is vibrating with desire, and every touch brings me closer to a release that is just there for me to take. Pinching my nipples, my hand smooths down my stomach just as Marcus grips his cock, stroking it lazily as he watches, and fuck, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“Are you all talk?” His dominant tone has me pausing my movements.
“What do you mean?”
“You talked in detail about what you’d do with my cock.” He raises his eyebrow as he continues to stroke himself. “Show me you aren’t all talk. Suck my cock, Petardo.”
My knees go weak at his command, and I move without even thinking.
Dropping between his spread thighs as he continues to stroke himself, I look up at him from my knees, wrapping my hand around his and moving in time with him.
The bubbles from the hot tub jump around me, the vibrations rushing through my body, giving me slight relief.
“You’re holding out on me.” He grits out, his corded muscles tightening as a bead of pre-cum entices me closer, begging me to swipe it away with my tongue.
Smirking, I lean down and lick the tip, making him hiss. “You okay up there?”
“No more talking. Wrap those perfect lips around my cock.”
I don’t need telling twice, taking him into my mouth all the way to the base.
“Dios Mio,” he grits out. I drag my eyes up to his, and they are wide in wonderment.
And I’ve never been happier for my lack of gag reflex.
Moving up and down his length, saliva pools at the corners of my mouth, and the taste of his pre-cum makes me moan because, God, he tastes amazing.
Cupping his balls, I roll them in my palms, tugging and squeezing before I slide the pad of my thumb over the smooth skin between his balls and his ass.
He groans, and I take him deeper, teasing him further as I press more pressure on that sensitive spot.
“Stop.” He grips my hair, pulling me off his cock. “You’ve proved your fucking point.” I give him a coy smile from my place between his thighs. “I’ve waited long enough.” Grasping his cock in a tight grip, he strokes himself. “Put that on.” He motions to the condom at my side.
Grabbing the foil packet, I rip it with my teeth. Replacing his hand with mine, and sliding the condom down his length, squeezing my thighs together at the thought of his cock being inside me.
The smile that graces his lips is almost feral as he abruptly stands, hooking my legs around his waist, roughly tugging me towards him so the tip breaches my core.
“Dios, you’re so tight,” he grits out as he moves us so we’re sitting on the edge of the hot tub.
He circles his hips underneath me, my pussy stretching, sending waves of pleasure through my body as he inches inside me.
“That’s it, let me in.” I relax, widening my legs further, and he pushes all the way in, bottoming out.
My eyes roll, feeling so stretched and full, it is intoxicating.
With one hand under my ass and the other around my back, he lifts, angling me, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. Pulling me down on his length while thrusting up into me, the tell-tale sign of an orgasm builds as my legs begin to shake.
Gripping onto his shoulders for leverage, I grapple for anything to ground myself.
“I can feel your walls gripping my cock. Mierda te sientes tan jodidamente bien.” He rasps out.
I have no idea what he’s saying, but God, it sounds so fucking sexy.
My body melts in his arms as he controls me with his words and his movements.
All of a sudden, we move off the edge of the hot tub until I’m back sitting in his lap under the water.
The heat of the water adds to the fire running through my veins as he continues to pull me down onto his cock and thrust up, making me lose my damn mind at the pressure building inside me.
Taking my lips in his, he kisses me, claiming me with his mouth and his cock, hitting places no one has ever before.
“Fuck, yes, right there,” I chant as I meet his thrusts, slamming back down on his lap.
“That’s it, come for me.” His mouth moves up my throat, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His voice rumbles next to my ear, “Now. Fucking come now!” I shatter around him. His deep, sexy voice has my body bending to his demand.
“Oh my God, Marcus,” I scream so loud. I’ve lost all restraint; the pleasure is too much as wave after wave of pure ecstasy rushes through me.
“Joder!” He roars as his cock pulses inside me, filling the condom, making me clench hard around him.
We stay wrapped up together with him deep inside me for a while, neither of us able to catch our breath to speak.
Marcus breaks our trance by brushing my hair off my face.
He gives me a lopsided smile, his face slightly flushed, and a look of contentment set in his mesmerizing eyes.
God, he’s so gorgeous. “We’re doing that again,” he rasps.
“Are you sure you’ll be ready to go again?” I nip his lips gently, then take them in mine for a slow, tender kiss, feeling him start to thicken inside me again.
“Trust me,” he whispers against my swollen lips. “With your body wrapped around me, I’ll always be ready.”