Marly's Choice (Men of August 1)

“Cade?” Her sleepy voice was questioning as his gaze met her heavy lidded expression.

She didn’t jump to cover herself, didn’t seem to care that she was naked and he was hard, hurting with his need. Her blue eyes were dark, her lips full and sensual.

Her nipples hardened as his gaze centered on them, puckering for him, the sweet mounds of her breasts hardening. His mouth went dry.

“Did you get off?” He growled, unable to get away from the anger of her earlier words to him.

“Not unless you count masturbation.” Her voice was amused, but soft and sweet with drowsiness. “Does that count, Cade?”

He swallowed tightly. Then his breath left his throat as her fingers, slender and graceful caressed the flesh between her thighs.

“That counts,” he growled, moving quickly to forestall her movements.

Her hand lay under his, the humid heat of her body like a brand to his fingers.

“Want to help me?” Her voice was thicker, smoky and hauntingly sexy.

His index finger lay impossibly close to her clit. He swore he could feel the little knot of nerves throbbing. He was nearly laying beside her now, staring down at her, helplessly caught in the glittering sensuality she exuded.

“I want to eat you up.” He heard the catch in her breath; saw the sharp rise of her breasts as excitement flared inside her. “But I can’t.”

Why? Why? The question tore through his brain, his body. His lust demanding a reason.

“You fucked my mouth until you came. You owe me.” Her hips rose against his hand, causing his finger to glance her clit. He felt it swell, harden.

His erection throbbed at the reminder of her hot mouth. Tight and suckling him like she loved it. He wanted to close his eyes, remembering the hot pulse of his release, but he couldn’t look away from her. She licked her lips slowly.

“You think you have me, don’t you, Marly?” His hand cupped her, pushing her hand back, covering the entire area of her silken, soaked cunt. “You think you can dominate me, make me heel.”

“No, Cade,” she protested on a breathless cry as he tightened his grip on her, enough to make her clench with pleasure. “That’s not what I want.”

He thrust his middle finger into her vagina, his palm rubbing her clit as she jerked and moaned roughly.

“What do you want then?” He thrust his finger inside her again, then allowed another to join it.

He watched the heat mount her cheeks, her eyes grow darker as her firm breast moved against his chest with her body’s demand for increased oxygen. Her thighs splayed apart, her hips rose and fell against his hand as her hand clenched at his wrist as though trying to hold him there.

“I just want you,” she cried out.

“Then tell me the truth, Marly,” he whispered. “How did you learn to take my fingers so easily up your tight little butt. A virgin would have run away screaming.”

“No,” she cried out, painfully. “It’s not like that.”

He could see a flare of shame in her eyes.

“Then what was it like?” He rubbed her clit harder, bringing her close, never letting her go over. “Tell me, Marly. What was it like?”

“I knew you liked it,” she gasped as he licked her nipple, his eyes never leaving hers. “I had to learn how to do it, so you wouldn’t refuse me.”

Jealousy boiled inside him.

“Who showed you, Marly?” His eased his caress against her clit, knowing she was desperate to come.

“Don’t stop.” Desperation flared in her expression. “Please. Please, Cade. Don’t stop.”

“Tell me what I want to know, Marly.” His touch was lighter, but he didn’t leave her. “Who taught you? Who took you there?”

“I did,” she cried out miserably.