She hadn’t
liked
herself while she was with Ben.
She might not know Keefe that well yet, but she instinctively knew he would never ask her to do anything sexually that would make her uncomfortable.
He came back into the bedroom. Although no longer hard, his cock was still very impressive. A fluttering came to life low in her belly. Three powerful orgasms tonight and she still wanted him.
A cocky smile turned up his lips as he leaned over her, caging her between his arms. “You’re staring.”
She grinned. “You have something worth staring at.”
“I’m glad you approve.” He kissed her lips, then the tip of both breasts. “I’m gonna turn up the heat so you don’t get cold.”
“I can get under the covers.”
He scowled, but Marci could see the playfulness in his eyes. “That isn’t an option. I’m not through looking at you.” He kissed her lips again. “Be right back.”
Marci took advantage of his absence to look around the room. She studied the plain headboard and nightstands. They appeared to be of good quality, but weren’t ornate or with any kind of design. They looked like functional furniture a man would buy simply to get by. Which could be the case. Perhaps Keefe had sold his furniture in California so he wouldn’t have to move it and hadn’t bothered to shop yet. She couldn’t imagine not having a dresser or chest of drawers. Two louvered doors obviously led to his closet. Maybe there were drawers in it for his underwear and other clothing items.
She didn’t know if he’d bought the house or rented it. She assumed he’d bought it. She liked what she’d seen of it so far. Her own house was small and cozy, but she longed for more room. Her long hours at Marshall Media didn’t leave her a lot of time for house-hunting.
A movement in the doorway caught her attention. Keefe came back in the room, carrying two glasses of white wine. He didn’t seem to be the least bit self-conscious about his nakedness. Marci didn’t mind at all. She had no trouble watching him walk around nude.
“Thirsty?” he asked.
“Mmm, yes.”
She sat up and accepted the glass he offered her. The cold liquid slid down her throat and warmed her tummy. “Very good.”
“A housewarming gift from my friends.”
“You have nice friends.”
“Yes, I do.” He sipped his wine. “They—Linsey and Davin—let me stay with them for almost a month. My house in L.A. sold a lot faster than I expected, and the new owners wanted to move in right away. I could’ve either moved into a hotel in L.A. or moved up here and done the same thing. There wasn’t anything keeping me in California, so I came on up. I knew your VP hadn’t left yet, but figured the extra time would give me the chance to drive around and learn more about Seattle. When I mentioned staying in a hotel to Linsey, she threatened to slap me.”
Marci chuckled. “She sounds tough.”
“She likes to think she is. She’s about five-one and weighs maybe a hundred pounds.” He took another sip of wine, then stretched out on the bed on his side and propped up on one elbow. “She helped me house-hunt until we found this one. I started moving in Thursday. That’s why I don’t have much unpacked. And I had no furniture. I sold it with the house. They loaned me this bedroom set and a couch until I can shop.” His whole body shook with an exaggerated shudder. “God, I hate the thought of shopping for furniture. Can I pay you to do it for me? I’m really good at budgeting, so I have money.”
Marci couldn’t believe she was talking so freely to Keefe while she sat naked on his bed. What surprised her even more was how comfortable she felt doing it. He didn’t stare at her breasts or pussy. He looked directly into her eyes while he spoke to her.
How refreshing.
She drained her wineglass and set it on the nightstand. “Do you want more wine?” Keefe asked.
Marci shook her head. “I want more, but not wine.” She ran one finger down the center of his chest to his navel. “I believe you mentioned a round two.”
His eyes changed from curious to hot in less than two seconds. “I believe I did too, but I’m not eighteen. I need a few minutes to recuperate.”
“I see no reason why I can’t play around while you recuperate.” She took his glass and set it next to hers. “Do you?”
He grinned, slow and sexy. “No, ma’am.”
Chapter Seven
She kissed him, ever so gently, barely brushing his lips with hers. She gave him sweet kisses over and over, softly caressing his chest while they kissed.
He cradled her jaw in his palm, tilted his head and parted his lips. She accepted his silent invitation and darted her tongue into his mouth. She withdrew, then ventured inside again. His tongue joined in the play, stroking across her tongue, her lips.
Marci worked her way down his throat and over his collarbone, dropping kisses along the way. She moved over his chest. Each small nipple received a nip with her teeth. She smiled to herself when she heard him draw in a sharp breath.
“Marci.” His voice sounded choked. That encouraged her to continue. She wanted to make him so hot, he wouldn’t be able to think.
A quick glance down his body showed her his cock was already hardening again. Apparently he didn’t need as much recuperating time as he’d thought.
She dragged her tongue down his stomach, circled his navel. His hand tunneled into her hair and clasped the back of her head. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” She slid one hand beneath his balls and squeezed.
Keefe arched his hips off the bed. Marci wrapped her hand around his shaft and started a slow, milking motion. It grew fully erect in only seconds.
“I found something to play with.” She swiped her tongue across the crown. “Something big.”
“You’re wicked, do you know that?”
“It’s fun to be wicked.” She licked the crown again, then opened her mouth and took it inside.
His hand tightened on her head. “
Jesus
, Marci.”
He tasted like man and sex. She could smell herself on his skin. She inhaled deeply, drawing their combined scent into her lungs, as she took him farther into her mouth. The combination of the two of them smelled so hot.
Marci ran her tongue around the rim of his cock, up and down the bulging vein, took him in her mouth again. Keefe began to pump his hips. She lifted her head and frowned at him.
“No moving.”
The expression on his face made her think of a child who’d been told there would be no dessert after dinner. “What?”
“Lie still and let me play.”
Keefe closed his eyes and swallowed. “You’re cruel as well as wicked.”
“Careful what you call me. I do have teeth.”
To prove her words, she scraped them over his sensitive tip. He hissed and grabbed her head with both hands.
“
Fuck
!”
“Not yet. I’m not through playing.”
He barked out a laugh that held frustration instead of humor. “You realize you’re about five seconds away from me throwing you to your back and fucking you until you can’t walk.”
“I don’t think so.” She scraped her teeth over the tip again. “I think you like me playing.”
“Playing is one thing. Driving me crazy is another.”
Marci pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. Once she had regained control, she took the head of his rod back in her mouth. An inch at a time, she slid her lips down his hard flesh until she reached the base.
“God,” he whispered.
Up to the head, back down to the base, up to the head again. She swirled her tongue all over his cock, darted the tip into the slit. Keefe’s breathing grew heavy and choppy. Marci quickened her movements, sliding her mouth up and down as she caressed his balls.
His body jerked, his warm essence filled her mouth. Marci continued to slowly move up and down his shaft until it softened and he lay still again.
She moved to his side, resting on one elbow. She rarely let a man come in her mouth. With Keefe, it felt right and natural.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. She saw satisfaction, with a trace of desire still present. He wrapped his hand around her neck and gently tugged.
“C’mere.”
His kiss was tender and loving, so sweet it brought a lump to her throat. She went willingly when he urged her to her back and leaned over her. He cradled one breast, his thumb brushing the nipple, while he kissed her again and again.
Keefe ended the kisses with a final swipe of his tongue across her lips. He leaned back so he could see her entire body. He stared at the feminine beauty lying by him. Her neatly trimmed pussy had only a small amount of dark blonde hair on her mound, leaving her outer lips smooth. Her breasts with the hard pink nipples were the perfect size to fill his hands. He saw no markings from a swimsuit on her breasts, but he could see the faint outline of a very skimpy bikini bottom.
He ran one fingertip over her skin where pale met tan. “Whiter skin here, but your breasts are tan. You lay topless in the sun recently.”
“I went to Jamaica in June.”
He continued to trace the line of contrasting skin from hip to hip. “Alone?”
“No.”
She didn’t volunteer any other information, and he didn’t ask. It was none of his business if she went alone or with five men. She was here with him now. That’s all that mattered.
Keefe kissed her mouth again, made his way down her throat and chest to one pouting nipple. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, closed his mouth over it and suckled. Her low moan encouraged him to continue. He sucked the other nipple, nipped the center of her stomach. He darted his tongue into her navel. Each hipbone received a soft kiss.
He lay between her legs on his stomach and parted her sleek, swollen flesh with his thumbs. Her clit peeked out from its hood, begging for attention…attention he was only too happy to give.
“You smell incredible.” He licked the full length of her pussy. “You taste even better.” He licked her from anus to clit again, drove his tongue into her channel. She tunneled her fingers into his hair and gently tugged until his tongue touched her clit again.
“There,” she said, her voice breathless. “Lick me there.”
“You played with me.” He dragged his thumb through her cream and spread it over her anus. “It’s only fair that I get to play too.”
Cream oozed from her sheath. Keefe gathered more and transferred it to her anus. Marci’s breaths grew more ragged with each pass of his thumb over the sensitive area. She arched her hips, lifting her pussy closer to his mouth.
Obeying her silent request, Keefe caressed her anus as he licked and sucked her clit. She cradled her breasts, rubbing and tugging on her nipples. He lifted his head so he could watch her touch herself, but continued to caress her with his thumb. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her back arched. She was obviously lost in her own pleasure.
God, she was beautiful.
He pushed his thumb into her ass and started licking her labia again. He could feel the tightening in Marci’s thighs, a signal that her climax was close. Pushing his thumb farther into her ass, he licked her clit faster to try to drive her over the edge.
She gasped and her back bowed. “Oh yes!
Yes
! Right there.
Keefe
!” She grabbed handfuls of his hair and bucked against his mouth. The muscles in her anus contracted around his thumb. Her entire body trembled for several moments before she collapsed on the bed. Even after she stilled, he kept moving his tongue lightly over her creamy flesh, wanting to draw out her pleasure as long as possible.
Her fingers traveled through his hair. Keefe licked the length of her pussy one more time before raising his head. He smiled when he saw the drowsy, satisfied look in her eyes. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” She ran her fingers through his hair again. “I need a kiss.”
Keefe rose over her body and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her as gently, as sweetly, as she’d kissed him a few minutes ago.
“I’m not sure if my legs will work, but I’ll get you another glass of wine if you want it.”
Marci smiled and shook her head. “I’m fine.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Want to get under the covers?”