“Fuck the dress. Answer me.”
“I don’t…” Fingers run over the crack of my ass, sliding down until he reaches my very wet and needy pussy, pushing two fingers inside and holding me hostage to our lust. We both go still, our chests heaving to the beat of the passing seconds.
“What. Do. You. Want?” Punctuating his question with a bite to my bottom lip, he curls his fingers just enough to make me jolt in his arms.
“You. I want you.” Our mouths crash together, teeth clashing and tongues searching for an explanation to this fire that’s clearly burning inside of us both. It’s different from Tyler. Yes, he was hot and he was fucking talented, but this feels more primal. More urgent.
Marco doesn’t feel like a client, and that thought scares the ever-living shit out of me.
Our entire bodies shaking from our kiss, Marco steps back just enough to put much needed distance between us. I’m guessing he’s afraid of what’s going on, too—needing to get his wits about him.
“Strip. I want to see your cunt dripping with your cum. Show me how much you need me.”
Or maybe not. Maybe this is par for his sexual course.
Shaking off the sudden jealousy at the thought that he could feel this kind of desire for any other woman, I straighten my shoulders and raise my chin, ready to put on my working mask.
His fingers are immediately at my jaw, his eyes burning with a fire Satan himself would covet.
“Don’t do that. You do not hide from me, River. Not now, not ever. There is no Rose between us, do you understand?” I’m taken aback by his words. We barely know each other, how could he possibly see my change in attitude? Most days, not even Kai would notice.
With his eyes trained on me as he steps back again, I reach for the seam at my side and slide the hidden zipper down as far as it’ll go. Without prompting, the satin falls down my body and pools at my feet like lava from a volcano. I’m hot and wet and thick with lust. Stepping out to avoid damaging it even further, I move closer to Marco, flicking the clasp at the front of my bra and tossing the lace aside.
Even in my heels, Marco towers over me like a skyscraper dominating the entire city. It’s like I’m the lost tourist and he’s the landmark that keeps me oriented.
Hooking my thumbs in the sides of my panties, I’m about to pull them down when Marco reaches over and stops my movement.
“Wait.” I freeze, the rasp in his voice making my skin pebble with goosebumps.
Perfectly dressed in his tux, he takes my wrists in one hand and pins them at the small of my back. My breasts are full, my nipples rubbing against the soft fabric of his five-thousand-dollar Tom Ford tuxedo. Heat emanates from his body, warming my naked form as he takes me in, one frustrating inch at a time.
Then he’s on his knees and this time I’m the one looking down on him, I’m the one towering over this bigger-than-life man who commands a room with a flick of his wrist and a scowl on his ridiculously handsome face.
A forefinger taps the inside of my thigh—a silent order to spread them—before he hooks it inside the crotch of my lace undies, pulling the fabric down but not letting me step out of them. My ankles are prisoners, just like my wrists are held hostage by his firm grip. My pussy is on display, his mouth just inches from where I need it.
Reaching up to my heavy tits, he engulfs one in his large hand and squeezes almost to the point of pain, except all I feel is delirious with wanting him. He flicks a nipple, causing me to cry out in surprise.
“You need a little pain with your pleasure, Tesoro. A little chaos with your control.” Digging his nails into my skin, he rakes a slow and tortuous path down the middle of my stomach, killing me with the anticipation of his touch.
“Yes.”
I can feel him pressing harder, probably leaving a trace that he was here, causing me to ache in the best of ways.
“Watch me while I feast on your cunt. All wet and dripping for me.” I clench the walls of my pussy, earning a hum from Marco. “Dripping, indeed, Tesoro.”
I don’t expect his mouth on me, so when the first lick of his thick, hot tongue drags from back to front, my knees almost buckle from the relief. The pressure at my wrists is gone, but my instinct tells me not to move them, not to move anything while he fucks my pussy with his mouth.
I’m not naïve enough to think he’s in a submissive pose. He may be the one on his knees but he’s wielding all the power in this scenario and frankly, I need this. I need to lose the tight hold on everything going on.
With both of his hands on the globes of my ass, he pulls me into his mouth and kisses me like a long-lost lover. Licking and sucking and biting at any flesh he can touch. At this point, I’m riding his face, fucking him with the rocking of my pelvis, silently begging him to flick my clit so I can feel the imminent release.
Somehow, he knows. He can feel my orgasm approaching so he stops. I’m certain he does it on purpose.
Licking a trail from my clit to my navel to my chest and up the length of my throat, he attacks my mouth with the same heat he’d shown while eating my pussy. Voracious and urgent.
“Step out of your panties but keep your shoes on.” I don’t even hesitate. The lace is gone as I stand there, my fleeting patience making my skin buzz with need.
“On the bed and let your head hang off the side.” A sly grin forms on my lips as I realize he’s going to be the one fucking my mouth now. Finally, he’s giving me more than just random orgasms. Finally, he’s letting me touch him, allowing me to give him pleasure.