Authors: Faye Avalon
“She tried to see me, to explain,
but it was too late. The betrayal went too deep. Everything I believed
in—family, trust, loyalty—disintegrated. That’s hard to handle.”
Marco’s brows lifted. “I can
imagine.”
“Deena was my baby sister, the love
of my life. I’d always supported her, encouraged her, adored her. We were best
friends, despite the age difference. We shared everything, and it seems Deena
thought that applied to husbands. Her betrayal left me feeling like an idiot,
as if everything we’d been to each other she’d shoved back in my face. Even
though I mostly blamed James for what happened, I was madder at her than him.”
Gently, Marco eased the glass from
her tense fingers and placed it next to his on the small table to the side of
the sofa. He wrapped his hand around hers. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“But not telling you about my
relationship with Amber is.”
“I shouldn’t have reacted like that
and I can’t really explain why I did.” She smiled. “A shrink would likely say I
have unresolved issues.”
Beth watched his throat contract as
he gave her a steady look. “The thing with Amber. I sort of let you assume that
Ethan and I slept with her on different occasions. We didn’t.”
It took only a moment for what he’d
said to filter through her consciousness. “You? All three of you? Together?”
He gave a slow nod as Beth felt her
stomach pitch. She wasn’t sure what the feeling was. Surprise? Shock? Or erotic
excitement at the very thought of being pleasured by two men as hot as Marco
and Ethan?
“You had a threesome?” The question
was moot, but for Beth it needed another sounding. “That was what Amber found
out? That you and Ethan and that other woman had a threesome?”
“Yeah.” He looked away, made a sound
in his throat, then looked back at her. “She thought it was hot.”
Beth felt a spear of heat slice her
cheeks. She couldn’t deny that she thought it was too.
“So you all slept together.” She
said it almost to herself, as if her brain needed the verbalization before it
could comprehend the reality of it. “At the same time.”
“Until they admitted they were in
love with each other. Then we stopped it.”
Beth felt the familiar squeeze to
her chest at the thought of Marco wanting any other woman. About wanting Amber.
“I’m not sure if knowing this makes me feel better or worse.”
“I can’t keep apologizing for what I
did before I met you, Beth.”
No, he couldn’t. And it wasn’t fair
to keep expecting him to. Wasn’t it time to put on her big girl panties and
stop letting the past in all its guises interfere with the really good thing she
and Marco had going? “Thank you for telling me.”
Marco gave a cautious nod. “Does
that mean we’re okay?”
Beth hesitated only long enough to
pull up those metaphorical panties. “Yes. We’re okay.”
He drew her against him and let his
lips brush hers, light and easy. Then his mouth was coaxing hers open, his
tongue teasing the inner recesses of her lips. Denied his touch for too long,
Beth sank into the kiss and met him on equal footing. Before long the sound of
their labored breathing rivaled the dull thump of heavy bass music rising up
from the bar below.
“Feels like I’ve been starved of
you,” Marco growled as he continued to plunder her mouth. “This is all the
matters,
bella
. This. Right now. You
and me.”
She had a moment to mutter an
agreement before his mouth took hers in a kiss that might have blown her
clothing clean off. Except Marco’s hands were already divesting her of her
halter top. The skimpy cut of the top required that she go braless, which meant
Marco gave a breathless groan as his hands cupped her bared breasts.
Marveling at the way his touch
thrilled her, Beth determined to put every last thought of Marco with Amber out
of her head. He was hers now, at least as long as their relationship lasted.
But the thought of the threesome was less easy to ignore. He’d indulged in two
of them, to her knowledge, which meant they obviously turned him on.
Was that what he liked? Excitement?
Kink?
Would vanilla sex with her soon lose
its appeal to the more adventurous delights of group sex?
But as Marco’s hands streaked down
her ribcage, over her waist, her hips, Beth found it impossible to hold tight
to her ruminations.
Having unfastened the zipper of her
black slacks, Marco eased her down on the sofa and tugged the slacks over her
hips.
Beth toed off her shoes and she lay
naked apart from black lace panties.
Reaching up, she tugged away Marco’s
evening tie, which he’d already loosened to lay in two black strands down the
front of his shirt. She then got busy with the buttons of his dress shirt and
with each button free caught a glimpse of his toned and muscular chest. Her
breath caught; her blood fired hotter. Every cell in her body was on full
alert.
It happened every time she was with
him. He consumed her, overwhelmed her. He excited her beyond her wildest
dreams.
Did he feel the same?
Was what they shared enough for him? Maybe
she should make certain of it. Spice things up.
As she helped him shrug off his
shirt, Beth remembered that amazing night when they’d enjoyed phone sex. He’d
been really turned on telling her to touch herself. She’d heard it in the
breathy way he spoke and the deepening of his voice as he instructed her
through the process of bringing herself to climax.
Spurred on by the memory, Beth
scrambled up. She offered him her hand, smiling when he took it and stood in
front of her.
“I want to do things,” she said as
she reached for his zipper. “So keep your hands to yourself for a while. Okay?”
He narrowed his eyes, and when he
reached for her, she tapped his hands away. She let a wicked smile stretch
across her mouth.
Marco’s brow furrowed. “What are you
planning,
bella
?”
Keeping her eyes on his, she dropped
to her knees. “Be a good boy and you’ll find out.” She tugged down his
trousers, taking his black boxers with them, and waited while he toed off his
shoes.
He grinned in that lopsided way that
sent her pulse racing. “What have you got in store, you vixen?”
Beth tossed his clothes aside and
brought her hands to his hips. His erection jutted out, long and proud, and she
had a moment to think she liked that he called her a vixen. She was damn well
going to do her best to live up to the name.
Looking up at him from beneath
lowered lashes, she licked her lips before swiping her tongue delicately over
the tip of his erection. At his sharp intake of breath, Beth ran her finger
over the same area using the moisture from her tongue to stroke down his hard
length.
“Shit, Beth.”
She took an inch of him into her
mouth and flicked her tongue around his girth. When his stomach jerked and he
gave a harsh curse, she took more of him, her mouth stretching around his
length and width.
She’d never enjoyed giving James
blow jobs. But this? With Marco? This was so different and she couldn’t believe
she actually found it pleasurable. Maybe because of the way Marco encouraged
her with guttural sounds of pleasure, or the way he threaded his fingers
through her hair and held her head as she pumped him. His hold was strong, but
not rough, and his jerky breaths added to her own pleasure.
She took him deeper, sucked him
harder, until Marco eased her away from him. “Can’t last any longer.”
She smiled up at him and brought her
fingers to the base of his erection where she squeezed lightly. “I’ll let you
rest for a while. Find some other way to entertain you.”
As she spoke, she dropped back onto
her elbows and bent her knees. He stood there rigid, looking down at her with
eyes that had turned almost black.
Beth lay back, brought her knees to
her chest and tugged off her panties. She tossed them on top of his discarded
clothes, then came up onto her elbows again with her knees bent and feet on the
floor.
The lustful way Marco watched her,
his cock standing at attention, gave her the courage to continue. She’d never
put on a show before. It wasn’t something James ever wanted or expected,
preferring to take the lead himself. But Marco seemed to revel in her
performance.
Lowering her chin, she kept her gaze
on his. With her weight on one elbow she touched her stomach with her free
hand, letting her fingers slide over her abdomen and up to her breast.
At Marco’s sharp inhale, Beth
fingered one nipple and slowly licked her lips.
Marco dropped to his knees and sat
back on his heels. “Want to let me do that?”
His husky tone made her smile, but
slowly she shook her head. Holding his hot gaze, she brought her fingers to her
mouth and licked them, before sliding them down over her taut nipple again.
Slightly parting her knees, she gave him a glimpse of his eventual prize.
His nostrils flared as his gaze
landed on her exposed pussy, and she trailed her fingers down over her stomach,
allowing them to linger just above her slit.
Marco glanced up, met her eyes again
before moving his gaze down her body to dwell where her fingers rested.
Satisfied that his attention was
exactly where she wanted it to be, Beth slowly widened her legs and slipped her
finger into her wet folds.
Marco’s muscular chest expanded with
the breath he took, and his throat contracted as he swallowed.
Loving his reaction, Beth worked her
fingers around her pussy while keeping her eyes on Marco. Soon the combination
of her own fingers sliding over her clit watched by Marco’s hungry gaze brought
her to the edge of orgasm.
She arched her spine as she worked
her fingers faster, and burst over that shaky edge into sensation where time
seemed to stand still and only Marco’s ravenous attention rooted her to
reality.
As she came down from the dizzying
climax, she dropped onto her back and withdrew her hand. She was about to bring
her fingers, moist from her climax, to her mouth, when Marco reached forward
and grabbed her hand.
Hoisting himself above her and
anchoring himself with one hand beside her shoulder, he took her fingers into
his own mouth, licking them slowly and deliberately.
The action pumped sensation through
Beth’s body and drove heat into her core again.
“I like the way you entertain,” he
said as he slowly licked her fingers. “That was my kind of show.”
“Happy to oblige.” Lifting her leg,
she ran her foot slowly over his backside and thigh. “I might give you an
encore. Later.”
His mouth froze as he was about to
take her index finger between his lips. “I might not survive. I’m on the edge
here, Beth. About to completely lose it.”
She lay back, stretching sinuously
as she treated him to a lascivious smile. “Go right ahead and lose it, Marco.”
She spread her legs. “Inside me. Now.”
He stared at her for long seconds,
his chest heaving, jaw tightening, then he froze as he moved between her legs.
“Shit. Fuck. Need a condom.”
She grinned as he reached for his trousers,
and waited until his eyes met hers again as he ripped open the packet with his
teeth.
“Only one?” She shifted in a
sensuous stretch. “And here’s me hoping to keep you up all night again.”
His breath came in shallow pulls as
he rolled on the condom. “No problem with that. I’ve got a fucking job lot of
these in the bathroom.”
She laughed, but sobered as the
first push of his cock met her already throbbing pussy.
He pushed his hands underneath her
ass and raised her hips. With one potent thrust he was inside her and buried to
the hilt. He stayed that way, closing his eyes as if to steady himself. Then he
began to move. Fast. Hard.
Her own climax neared as his hands
dug into her hips and each powerful surge of his cock filled her. She came so
violently she wondered if she’d actually lost consciousness for a brief second.
But then she felt Marco’s climax as he spurt his seed into the condom.
Breathing hard, he collapsed against
her. Beth fought her own battle to calm her breathing as his tough body pinned
her to the floor.
As much as she enjoyed having
mind-blowingly good sex with Marco, she loved the aftermath when she could
snuggle up against him and enjoy being in the warmth and comfort of his arms.
As he rolled onto his back, taking
her with him, Beth smiled against his chest. “I really like sex.”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I sort of gathered
that.”
She laughed and snuggled deeper into
his side. “What I mean is that I never actually used to like it. I always felt
it was overrated, that I must have been doing it all wrong.”
“If you didn’t like sex, the guy was
the one doing it all wrong.”