Authors: Faye Avalon
Marco grinned back as he kept his
hands on her ass and held her pressed to him. “If they do, they might learn
something.”
Thankfully, he kept from doing
anything more suggestive as the lift continued its journey then came to a halt.
When he slipped the key card into the lock and pushed open the door to their
room, Beth felt her jaw drop. She’d expected a decent room, knowing Marco’s
taste for comfort, but what she stepped into wasn’t just a room, it was a
suite.
“It’s gorgeous.” She turned a circle
trying to take it all in. “Have you been staying here all weekend?”
“Nowhere quite so grand.” He came up
behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “All us guys needed was a
place to crash, a bed to fall into after one too many beers. I wanted better
for you. For us.”
Beth placed her hands over his and
leaned back against him. “All
we
need
is a bed.”
His lips grazed the side of her neck
as he nuzzled against her flesh. “We’ll make it there. Eventually.”
Beth tilted her head and looked back
at him. “Eventually? From the way you’ve been manhandling me, I thought we’d
make that the first stop.”
He returned her grin. “I’ve got an
interim stop I think you’ll enjoy. Start walking.”
He manoeuvred them toward the door
off to the right, and pushed it open with a nudge of his foot.
A bathroom the square footage of her
cottage opened up before her. There was a giant bath off to the left and just
beyond an archway beckoned. As Marco guided her through the tiled arch, Beth
simply gawped as she caught sight of the big round Jacuzzi sitting resplendent
in the center of the space, billowing steam. Soft spotlights threw a muted glow
over the space, while champagne chilled in a silver bucket on the ledge
accompanied by two crystal flutes.
Her heart skipped at the romance of
it. “How lovely.”
Since Marco’s hands tugged at the
hemline of her tee shirt, she raised her arms and let him shrug it off. “Red
lace,” he said as his hands cupped her bra-covered breasts. “My favorite.”
She closed her eyes and drew in the
scent of sandalwood and citrus. “I know.”
He continued to torture one nipple
through the lace, but let his free hand drop to the waistband of her skirt.
Beth barely felt him unzip her skirt but seconds later it pooled at her feet.
She dropped her head back on his shoulder when he cupped her pussy and began to
massage her heated mound through her panties.
She felt lost in a sensual haze as
the warmth of the room fused with the heat from Marco’s body and the fragrant
steam blended with his own unique scent. The gentle hum of the Jacuzzi’s motor
became a sensual accompaniment to the deep craving in his voice as he told her
how much he wanted her.
As she gave a contented moan, Marco
tightened his arm around her waist, then with his free hand took hers and
guided it down her body.
“I want
you
to touch me,” she complained as his intention became clear.
“We’ll do it together.”
With his hand over hers, he guided
her forefinger beneath the lacey panel covering her pussy and pushed her finger
inside.
She felt his own fingers surrounding
hers, brushing against the side of her opening as he set up a rhythm that soon
sent her hurtling toward the edge of bliss.
Trying to increase the pressure, the
friction, she bucked her hips, but Marco held back, controlling her movement.
“Impatient little witch, aren’t
you?”
“Let me come,” Beth pleaded on a breathy moan.
“Let me come. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Anything?” His voice sounded raspy,
his breathing ragged.
“Yes.”
Before she knew what was happening,
he released her and spun her around, pushing her back against the tiled wall.
He unclasped her bra, tossed it aside. Yanking down her panties, he ordered her
to step out of them, then he tossed them aside too.
Beth had a moment to wonder how
she’d ever lived her entire adult life without the pleasure of being ravished
by a man as skilled as Marco, when he shoved her legs apart and dropped to his
knees.
He looked up at her with slumberous
chocolate eyes as he parted her pussy lips with his fingers. He kept his gaze
locked with hers as he lowered his head, before finally pushing his tongue deep
into her slit.
Beth lashed out with her arms,
trying to gain purchase against the flat tiled walls as her knees buckled
against Marco’s assault. All it took was the touch of his finger against her
clit and she flew.
Before she could linger in a
post-orgasmic daze, Marco had risen up, pulled a towel from the rack beside
them and thrown it on the floor. “On your hands and knees.”
Beth stared at him. She’d never been
so sexually dominated, had never wanted to be. But with Marco, she found it
exciting, thrilling.
When she reached out to the
waistband of his jeans, he stayed her hand. Beth looked up at him. “Don’t you
want me to undress you?”
“I want you to do as you’re told and
get down on the floor.”
There might have been a frisson of
panic at Marco’s demanding tone, but more than that there was a bolt of
excitement, a thrill that shimmered through her at being at his mercy.
And a deal was a deal. He’d made her
climax as she’d begged him, so she owed him what he wanted. Complying with his
instruction, Beth dropped to the floor, aware that it felt decidedly decadent
to be completely naked while he remained fully dressed.
Hell. Her pussy had started to throb
again.
As she settled herself on all fours,
she saw Marco take a tie from his pocket. He moved behind her, dropped to his
knees, and pulled her up until her back was to his chest.
Beth felt the graze of his cotton
polo shirt against her bare flesh as he wrapped his arms around her. “I want to
blindfold you,” he growled against her ear. “Okay?”
Another tiny shiver of panic
reverberated down her spine. She’d never been blindfolded before. But she
trusted Marco and knew he’d never hurt her. She’d felt the same sense of panic
when he’d suggested anal sex, but remembered how he’d coaxed her, waited until
she was sure, until she was ready for him. It had been the most amazing
experience.
“Beth?”
She nodded, looked up as he brought
the tie over her head and in front of her face. She closed her eyes and seconds
later the room went dark as the silk covered her eyelids.
Acutely aware of him behind her,
Beth swallowed. What was he going to do?
Then she sensed him moving, followed
the masculine scent of him as he came to stand in front of her. She was still
on her knees, her hands redundantly at her side.
“Cup your breasts,” he ordered.
“Offer them to me.”
She lifted her chin as if she could
see him from beneath the blindfold, then did as he said. It seemed like an
eternity before he spoke again, but Beth knew he hadn’t moved.
“Now touch your pussy.”
She released her breasts and slid
her hands seductively down her body, wanting to put on a show for him.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
Another interminable silence. “Lie
back on the floor. Bend your knees.”
She did, widening her knees and
letting her fingers brush at the junction of her thighs.
Above her, his heavy breaths scored
the air, and she could imagine his chest rising and falling with the effort.
Once more Beth wondered where Marco
had been all her life.
****
Shit. His cock ached like a bitch.
He wanted to drive into her, satisfy them both, but he’d dreamed of touching
her, pleasuring her until his name left her lips on a desperate plea.
She stretched her arms sinuously
over her head, pushing those delectable breasts in his direction. He lost it.
Dropping to his knees, he yanked
down his zipper and his aching cock sprang free. “Keep your arms over your
head,” he demanded when she started to bring them down. “And don’t move them
until I say.”
With his hands on her knees, he
pushed them up toward her chest, opening her wide to his gaze. To his cock.
He shoved his hand in the back
pocket of his jeans and found the foil packet. He looked at her as he sheathed
himself, all the while the pulse and jerk of his erection urging him on.
She jumped at the first touch of his
cock against her opening, her mouth opening as her tongue came out and she
licked her lips.
Damn. How in hell was he supposed to
hold back now?
He pushed inside her, his hands on
the floor to either side of her body giving him the leverage to pump her hard
and fast. Her whimpering breaths caught his rhythm, deepening his own pleasure,
and her knees remained high and wide, allowing him the deepest access to her
most intimate place.
She’d opened herself to him. She’d
opened her body, her mind, and given him a gift perhaps even more precious. Her
trust.
The realization pushed through his
sensual frenzy and jolted the center of his chest. In the region of his heart.
Thankfully he couldn’t question the unprecedented reaction further, because he
came like a train.
He stayed inside her, letting his
heartbeat slow, his pulse recover. Since the warmth in his chest hadn’t
diminished with his climax, and if anything had strengthened, it troubled him.
Slowly, he withdrew and rolled onto
his back beside her, wincing at the icy feel of tile against his heated flesh.
Turning his head, he looked at Beth.
She still had her arms over her head.
That feeling around his heart
intensified. Shit. “You can bring your arms down now.”
After she had, he shoved himself up
onto one elbow and unfastened the tie covering her eyes.
She blinked a few times, then turned
to look at him. Her smile was sultry and satiated. “You sound gruff for someone
who just had his way with me.”
He couldn’t quite manage to return
her smile. He felt shaky, disorientated. As if he’d been the one blindfolded.
He lay back, hoping it would help the feeling pass. Maybe he was still
suffering the effects of Friday night’s hangover.
“That was amazing,” she cooed as she
rolled onto her side to snuggle against him. “I loved it.”
He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. He felt
as if he’d been hit with a brick and his brain didn’t quite function. What the
hell was going on?
When Beth shivered and wrapped her
arms around his middle, he found his voice. “You cold?”
“Mmm. A little.”
Perhaps a warm dip in the Jacuzzi
would help them both. Marco stood and lifted Beth into his arms.
“I can walk.” She laughed as she
wound her arms around his neck. “You weren’t
that
good.”
He narrowed his eyes as he looked
down at her. The feel of her plump breasts against him, the sight of her
beautiful ass in the mirror. Damn. He was growing hard again. “It’s not wise to
tell a man that.”
She caught her lip between her teeth
and tightened her hold around his neck. “Are you okay? You sound upset.”
Reluctantly, he set her on her feet
beside the tub. He took her hand and placed it against his burgeoning erection.
“Does that answer your question?”
She gave him a smile, but there was
uncertainty in her eyes. Hell. He hadn’t meant to distress her. With his eyes
on hers he bent to pull off his boots, then stripped out of his polo shirt and
his unfastened jeans.
Taking her hand, he stepped into the
tub and coaxed her in beside him. The motor had stopped, so he pushed the
button at the side to set off the jets. Within seconds the water was bubbling
and sending out wafts of steam.
He drew Beth onto his lap, widening
his legs so she could sit between them, his erection pressed to her back.
Easing the damp hair from her
shoulders, he kissed her neck.
She tilted her head and gave a
contented purr when he wrapped his arms around her. The bubbles slicked over
her breasts, just visible above the water. Her nipples were hard and he flicked
his thumbs over the tight buds.
“I love how you touch me,” she
whispered, closing her eyes. “Nobody ever touched me the way you do.”
When Beth’s hand slipped below the
water and he realized she was about to touch herself, he flicked her hand away.
“That’s my job.”
She smiled, snuggling back against
him. “You didn’t think so a few minutes ago.”
“I do now.” He caught her chin and
tilted her head so he could kiss her. Her mouth felt hot and damp from the
steam and he couldn’t get enough of her.
She pulled away, stood, then dropped
down to straddle him. Marco had to shift as she’d caught his cock making him
wince a little. He reached down, trying to ease his discomfort, when Beth
tapped his hand away.