She wanted to grind herself over his erection but his hands held her up out of reach. When she whimpered, trying to move down, he chuckled and she found herself on her back on the bench seat.
“That’s more like it.” Quick hands pulled her pants and the tiny wispy panties off. “So beautiful.” His fingertips traced the line of her labia, slick and swollen and she unashamedly widened her thighs to get more of him.
She gasped when he brought those fingertips to his lips, closing his eyes at her taste. “Better than I’d imagined. And I’ve imagined a lot. Olivia, I’m going to taste you out here where anyone could catch us. You’re going to scream when I make you come and then I’m going to fuck you. After that we’ll go inside and start again.”
Licking her lips at his words, Liv could only manage a nod. Cripes, the man was sex on legs. No one else she’d ever been with could have gotten away with what he’d just said to her. But he more than got away with it, her body, her mind, yearned for more.
“Hands above your head. Hold onto the door.” Marc insinuated himself between her thighs, pushing them yet wider and spreading her pussy open before taking a long lick.
Her breath rushed out and pleasure, bright and hot, made her see stars. Her fingers got numb as they dug into the padded door handle. His mouth—tongue, teeth and lips, set about devastating her, driving her toward climax hard and fast.
“Don’t rob me of your voice, Olivia,” he murmured, stopping for a moment. “I want to hear you. I want to know how I’m making you feel. Stop biting your lip and give me what I want.”
All she could do was gasp and then moan when he got back to work. She should be appalled by his behavior but it would be stupid to pretend. And Olivia Davis wasn’t stupid.
Instead she complied and let it come as her body primed itself for orgasm. Letting him hear her soft cries and moans as her hips undulated against his mouth.
Satisfaction roared through him as he eagerly took in each sound she made. He’d been surprised when she hopped into his lap and laid some sugar on him after he’d parked but he wasn’t one to look away when fate dropped a hot woman in his lap.
He’d push her, see how far she’d let him go, see how much of himself he could be. Embrace the ability to let the full face of his sexuality show and see how hot he could make this beautiful woman spread out on his front seat.
She tasted good, salty-sweet, nearly as good as the moans. Many women hesitated with oral sex, didn’t want him to do it, feeling uncomfortable or self conscious. But not this woman. She let herself be held wide open and devoured. He loved that about her.
Loved the way her pussy fluttered around his fingers when he slid them into her, hooking them to stroke over that sweet spot that brought a gasping sob from her lips.
A deep, gut-wrenching groan came from her as she began to come, her back arched, body clenching around his fingers. Gently, he backed away, grabbing a condom from his wallet, freeing his cock, sheathing it and moving to her again.
“Up. I think you need to get back on my lap.”
She looked up at him and then down to his cock with a smile. “My, I love a man who’s prepared.” Scrambling quickly, she held herself above him, reaching around and holding his cock before sliding down, inch by inch until he’d embedded himself fully within the heat of her pussy.
Eye to eye with her, he knew right then. Everything shifted. The noise and chaos in his head, the aching need he felt for her, the confusion that his carefully ordered, commitment free bachelorhood had been discarded and he didn’t seem to be bothered—it all fell away. With a sense of clarity he’d never felt before, he saw it. Absolutely without a doubt. He loved Olivia Davis. It should have scared him, freaked him right the fuck out, but it didn’t. Instead, a sense of calm settled over him and it was all right. He knew then what Kyle and Shane felt and understood the enormity of the gift he’d been given. Now he had to make sure Liv understood it too but with an inward sigh, he had the feeling it wouldn’t be as easy for her.
“Ride me, Liv.”
Taking his lips in a kiss, she lifted herself off his cock and slid back down. The pleasure of that heated embrace gathered at the base of his spine as she moved on him, her mouth over his, their tongues sliding together.
He let himself slide toward climax relatively quickly, to take the edge off. Without vanity, he could admit he had a very fast recovery time and he wanted to get her inside where he could stretch out and give every inch of her body the attention it deserved.
Liv bit his bottom lip, slid her tongue through the dimple on his chin, cruised over the line of his jaw as she took him into her body over and over.
She couldn’t quite believe she’d let a man go down on her in the front seat of a truck in an alley and now rode him like a pony. All in relative public. And she liked it. Man, she was a deviant because she loved every minute.
Loved it when his fingers found her clit and worked her into another climax and pressed his cock up into her pussy hard and deep as he came. Loved it when he gently sat her beside him and handed her her pants.
“Now that I’ve taken the edge off, I can dedicate more time to you in the manner you deserve.” He tucked her panties into his pocket and his cock back into his pants while she got dressed.
Afterwards, he helped her out of the car and she liked that he kept hold of her hand as they took the stairs up to his place. She’d only been there once before a few years back when Matt had to drop something off.
The first thing she noticed was that it smelled good. She hadn’t expected it to. Couldn’t say she remembered anything from that last visit but she figured it would smell like most bachelor pads, messy, of unwashed laundry and wet towels.
Marc’s place smelled like his cologne and fresh fruit. She saw a set of hanging baskets filled with apples and peaches and knew that’s where the scent had come from. His living room windows were large and looked out over the street. It was nicely furnished with bookshelves on the walls and pictures of his family all around.
He kept surprising her and that made her uncomfortable. In the box marked unavailable bachelor for life, he was non-threatening because it wouldn’t pay to develop feelings for him. But in the box labeled guy way deeper than she’d thought who loved his family? That guy was dangerous to her well being.
“Now.” He flipped the lights off before lighting candles set all around the living room. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared down the hall, returning after a few moments. “You look gorgeous with candlelight on your skin. I figured you would. Then again, I’ve yet to see you in a situation where you didn’t look gorgeous.”
His hands went to the tie at the right shoulder of her shirt and undid it, letting it fall forward. Her nipples, already hard at his presence, hardened even more at the cool air and the look on his face.
“Okay, let’s go down the hall before I take you here on the floor of my living room. I’ve already had you in a truck, I need to mind my manners now.”
She laughed and let him drag her down his hallway to his bedroom. A king sized bed dominated the space.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he murmured, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Her heart raced at the sight of him, tawny in the candlelight.
“God you’re beautiful.”
He stopped and cocked his head, smiling. “Thank you, sugar. I’ve got nothing on you.”
Her blouse lay around her waist and she removed it, laying it on the arm of a chair.
“Nothing on me.” She snorted. “Puhleeze. Look at yourself in that mirror there. You’re gorgeous. Hard and fit and muscular. I know you know you’re handsome, women fall over you all the time and you catch quite a few too.”
Chuckling, he unzipped her pants and shoved them down, letting her lean on him as she stepped out of them and her shoes.
“Good gracious.” He stalked around her, taking in every inch of her body. A body he’d helped her shape and strengthen. She’d never been ashamed of her nudity but she ce
rtainly felt a lot better about her overall tone and shape now that he’d kicked her ass for two and a half months.
“Now you. I want to see all of you.”
He stopped in front of her and slowly undid the buttons at the front of his jeans. Each pop of the seven buttons drew her nerves, and her nipples, tighter.
He shoved his jeans down and off his body, taking his socks off with them and then stood gloriously naked in front of her.
“Wow.” Her mouth dried up. Flat, hard stomach with an enchanting line of hair leading to his very healthy equipment. Listing to the left. She liked that, liked how it’d felt inside her. Right then it was very hard. “I do so love a man with such a good recovery time.”
He laughed but made no move to stop her as she took her time looking him over, taking in every inch of his body. Unable to stop herself, she skimmed her palms down his back and over his muscled ass. “This is even nicer unclothed.”
When she reached his front again, his eyes were a deep, dark green and a very naughty grin had taken residence on his lips. A thrill worked through her at the sight of that face. Shit, she totally should have started doing younger men years ago. Even as she thought it, she knew it was a lie. It wasn’t about his relative youth, it was about him.
“By the way? You’re not overcompensating. Not at all.”
Surprise overtook his features for a moment and he threw his head back to laugh. The floor swept out beneath her and she landed with a laugh on the bed, Marc looming over her.
“Did you like what you saw?”
“I like what I see very much. I’d like it even more if you got busy with all those arms and legs, your mouth and hands and that verra fine cock you’ve got there.”
“On your hands and knees then. Face the other way. I want to fuck you from behind but this way I can see your face in the mirror. See you come with those beautiful cat eyes looking up at me so you don’t forget who’s bringing you such pleasure.”
Holy shit, the man was lethal with the talking. Who knew? Ugh, again with the surprises. He was like the ultimate Pandora’s box of naughty.
She moved quickly and he settled himself behind her. They were well matched height wise, his groin pressed against her ass and the back of her pussy.
But he didn’t plunge in. Instead he bent and licked the length of her spine until a soft squeal of surprised pleasure came from her.
“I don’t have any neighbors and the shoe store is closed. Feel free to make as much noise as you like.” The edge of his teeth found her hip, biting her gently. “I just want to eat you up.” He paused and met her eyes in the mirror. “Again.”
She moaned as shivers of delight broke over her. She looked back, under the line of her body, watching as he sheathed himself.
“Now then.” He pressed the head of his cock just inside her body and waited. One of his hands gripped her hip, keeping her from ramming herself back against him to take him inside. The other stole around her body and palmed a breast, moving to slowly tug and roll the nipple until she writhed as much as she could.
“Please!”
“Please what? Tell me what you want, Liv.”
“Fuck me. Please. Stop teasing me and fuck me.”
“My pleasure.” He slid deeply into her in one strong push before pulling out nearly all the way.
If Marc hadn’t already loved her, watching her as he fucked her would have sealed the deal. It took a lot of trust for a woman to let herself be taken from behind like that. More trust to tell a man what she wanted and then to receive it with utter erotic abandon.
Her breasts swayed as she moved back to meet his thrusts, soft sounds broke from her as he played with her incredibly sensitive nipples. She was wet and creamy and he’d never felt anything as good as being deep inside her. His fingertips found her clit again, coaxing her into another orgasm.
And when she came? Holy moley she looked absolutely luscious. Her face flushed, eyes glassy, lips wet from her tongue. He’d seen a lot of women orgasm, but this one was beyond compare.
He loved how easy it was to make her climax as well. Once when he’d gone down on her, another as he made love to her in the truck, a third time with his hands just moments before and now he’d have her do it herself.
“Liv?”
“Mmmmmm?” she responded, lazily, sexily, making him smile.
“I want you to make yourself come.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Do it for me, Liv. I know you’ve got another in you, give it to me.”
She hesitated a moment but keeping her eyes locked with his, slid her hand over her belly and her fingertips met the place where their bodies were joined.
Her eyelids slid halfway closed as she began to touch her clit and he watched, fascinated as the muscles in her arm and wrist corded and he felt the telltale flutters of the walls of her pussy around him.
Sweat broke out on his temples as he struggled not to come yet. He wanted her to go first but the carnality of what she was doing, the way she felt around him, the scent of their sex on the air beat at his control.
“Come, Liv. Come,” he urged through clenched teeth as he quickened his pace, fucking into her harder and deeper. Climax gathered in his balls, in the soles of his feet and the top of his head.
Her head shot back and her eyes widened, catching his in the mirror. That luscious mouth opened in a silent howl and, as her orgasm exploded around his cock, his unleashed into her body in wave after wave of quicksilver pleasure until he had to collapse to the mattress, bringing her down with him.
“Be right back,” he mumbled. When he walked back into the room she’d sat up and was reaching for her blouse. He jumped onto the bed, tackling her down with him.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Well. Uh, home I guess.”
“Oh I don’t think so. I like you right here. It’s late and I’m going to make you breakfast before I have you again in the morning.”
“You don’t seem the type to have women sleeping over. I don’t want to ruin your reputation.”
He moved to rest on one elbow, unable to resist leaning down for a kiss. “I didn’t use to be the type, no. But I seem to be now. I want to wake up with your warm, sexy body ready for me.”
“And do I have a say in the matter?” she asked acerbically and he stifled a grin.
“Always, darlin’. If you don’t want to sleep over, I’ll run you home right now. I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to. But I would make it worth your while when you woke up.”
Seconds ticked by as she lay there thinking and he only barely kept himself from flicking his tongue over those delicious nipples daring his control as they poked up toward the ceiling.
“Will you put cheese in the omelet you’re going to make me? And real milk in my coffee?”
Ah, triumph! “Yes. I’ve got some ham too. Although the milk is skim, the beans are gourmet.”
“Good because I don’t skimp on breakfast and I don’t go in for soy cheese or any of that crap. I want real cheese and real eggs, not that fake egg stuff and I don’t want egg whites either.”
“Now you’re just being greedy.” He kissed the tip of her nose and she laughed.
“I am greedy. I like to eat and eat well. I work out and watch what I eat but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up the joys of eating pizza or omelets with egg yolks. And don’t bother trying to tell me a pizza on whole wheat crust with no cheese is just as good because that’s a bald-faced lie.”
“You’re a difficult woman. It’s a good thing I want to sink into your body for weeks. Egg white omelets are just as good.”
She made a face and he wanted to laugh. “That is such a lie. I gave up mayonnaise. Okay. I don’t eat omelets everyday but when I have one, I’m having one. No halfway fake omelet. I want it all or what’s the point of eating oatmeal five days a week?”
“You drive a hard bargain, Olivia Davis. You’ll have your full egg omelet with cheese an
d ham.”
“Then you’ll have my warm and willing body to wake up with.”
Sighing contentedly, he pulled her against his body and kissed her temple. “Wanna watch a movie?”
Chapter Six
Before the sun rose, Liv lay in Marc’s bed, his arms around her and his heart beating softly against the ear she’d laid against his chest. She should have felt warm and relaxed. Instead she fought back a sweat of terror.
She was in over her head. The sex, oh man the sex had been incredible. Earth shaking. Hot, hard and deep in more than one way.
Never had she felt connected to a man during and after sex the way she had with Marc the night before. His hands on her body were an anchor, holding her to Earth when she wanted to float away.
She could not feel this way about him. She couldn’t afford the emotional capital. The roar of the fear Matt had left in his wake echoed through her, filling every cell.
At the same time, she was frozen, laying there because she wanted him. Wanted him so much it scared her, but now that she’d had a taste she couldn’t bear the thought of letting him go. It was monumentally stupid. It was monumentally selfish but she knew she wasn’t going to walk away just yet.
Instead, she planned, tried to work out just exactly how she’d manage the situation and her intense attraction to the man at her side.
Until he woke up and decided to greet the day in a very inspired manner.
“We need to talk about all this.”
Marc looked up from his plate, across the table at a very warm, very satisfied Liv. “All this?”
“You and me. Last night.”
He smiled. Okay then. It was going to be easier than he’d thought it would be. “All right.”
“Clearly we’ve got some pretty major chemistry. I can’t deny that. I can’t deny the sex is amazing and that I’m in no major hurry to give it up.”