“No, they now belong to the school. Is this another exercise-in-patience thing? Talking about the muddy plastic models instead of ravishment?”
“Yes.” Marcus snapped his teeth together to stop from wanting to dirt-talk a little more. He was so close to exploding at the thought of being with Becki, it was stupid.
Going slow would be impossible.
He pulled up beside the access doors and was out of the vehicle and headed to meet her in seconds flat.
Becki had already dragged one mannequin free from the truck bed.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
She tossed the bald, life-sized form at him. “Cleaning up the girls. Easier to do it now than after they completely dry.”
Had he totally misunderstood? He was sure the plan was to fuck each other senseless as soon as possible. Frustration and confusion warred in his brain. Becki propped the door open and carried in two more, following him into the men’s shower area.
She laid the mannequins in a row on the floor and turned on three taps, adjusting the showerheads to the proper angles. “I’ll grab the rest, you start washing.”
Marcus eyed the mud-caked plastic bodies with less and less enthusiasm. “I’ll trade you. You wash, I’ll carry.”
Becki laughed. “What, you have issues rubbing your hands all over naked women?”
He stopped and stared her in the eye. Deliberately let his gaze drop over her body, pausing on her breasts, the V between her legs. “Get naked, and I’ll show you how few issues I have.”
Becki moved in closer. Her fingers explored his waist, trickled up his torso. Tantalizing, addictive. “Getting naked with you is one of my favourite memories.”
Her palms pressed flat to his chest. His mind filled with the image of her pressed against the wall in that decadent suite, him fucking her from behind as the water poured over them in the enormous shower enclosure—his control was on the edge and he hadn’t so much as touched her.
“Start washing before I change the plan.” His voice edgy, uneven. He was going to flash off into spontaneous combustion.
“Patience, remember?” She turned it into more than a question. Her whole body softened, the invitation there in her eyes. Everything about her screamed come and get me.
His body vibrated with need. He stripped his shirt off over his head and threw it to the side of the room.
Her eyes lit up as she took a leisurely trip down his chest. “I guess I should get scrubbing the girls. Once they’re out of the way, we can move to other things.”
Their bodies were only inches from each other, the heat from her skin coiling around him like a spider’s web. “Maybe we should consider other things first.”
Something clicked. As if she could no longer resist, Becki crowded against him and tilted her head back. “Fine. I knew you were bossy. If you’re volunteering to wash me, go for it. I’m feeling a little . . . filthy.”
She skimmed her hands over his hips, using her nails to trace the waistline of his running pants. The only thing stopping her from being able to grasp his cock was how tightly their bodies were pressed together.
He growled and pinned her in place, dragging their mouths together. He’d seen her time and time again over the years, the images from their nights together flashing through his brain as his hands jerked a response from his dick.
Those experiences had been black and white—pale, blurry images on a faraway screen. This was high-def, high-resolution—real scents, real tastes. He took her mouth, the scent of their skin rising raw and passionate around them.
Becki offered and he took, a nearly violent kiss, borderline in control. Their noses bumped, tongues dueled. He slid his fingers around her torso and down to cup her ass. She was tall enough that he didn’t need to lift her far to bring everything into perfect alignment, the hard and ready line of his cock behind the thin fabric of his cotton pants meeting the soft warmth of her sex. The fine-weave material of her climbing gear offered a scant barrier between them as he ground them together.
She hooked her right leg over his hip and squeezed. He gasped into her mouth, a growl following hard after as he twisted to bring her against the nearest wall, the firm surface giving him something to support them as he worked his cock over her clit. The coals that had flickered ever since he’d laid eyes on her roared to full-fledged flames covering him inside and out.
“Oh God, Marcus.” She bit his shoulder and jerked a shout from his lips.
Fighting his need to rut on her like some kind of wild animal, Marcus chose the only solution he could think of. He had to get her off quick before sating himself because it was going to take all of three seconds to come, he was so fucking primed.
He tugged at her shirt and she helped him, slipping out of both T-shirt and bra in a flash, pivoting slowly as she peeled down her khakis to present her naked ass to him.
Stripping off his pants and briefs one-handed had never been more frustrating. He might have ripped something in his hurry to hit the next stage.
Marcus turned on another shower, catching Becki against him and tugging her under the spray.
He rested her body against his chest, capturing one breast. Something hard brushed his palm and he glanced over her shoulder. “Sweet mother of God, you did pierce them. I thought I felt a ring.”
“First summer break. I told you I was going to.”
She had, and wondering if she’d ever done it had played a part in his memories during the time he’d been stuck in no-man’s-land. At least until he had decided that torturing himself that way wasn’t healthy.
He fondled the ring in her nipple, tugging the tiny circle, and Becki dropped her head back and moaned her assent. He slid his hand down her body, over her belly to part her curls, and he swore again. “A clit bar? Jesus, Becki, I’m going to fucking explode.”
He was one second away from coming all over the small of her back, his dick rubbing as she writhed under his touch.
“More, Marcus. Harder.”
He closed his eyes and fought the pressure in his body. One adjustment and instead of sliding his cock in the valley between her ass cheeks, he could be fucking her. But not until she came.
He worked her, teased her, the steam from the shower billowing around them like some kind of sci-fi stage setting. Becki panted, little moans rising in volume as she spread her legs wide and thrust her sex against his hand. He slipped two fingers into her core and flicked the clit bar with his thumb, and she melted, body jerking as he supported her, all the weight of her torso held cradled.
His arm still trapped Becki against his body as she drew herself to vertical.
Marcus didn’t give her time to go anywhere. He squatted slightly, centered his dick against her heat, and thrust in from behind. Her welcoming gasp rang off the walls, but it was the tight clasp of her body that overwhelmed his senses.
They stumbled a step to the side and Becki pressed both palms to the wall, thrusting her ass back toward him and offering herself. He stared at where they joined, mesmerized by his cock disappearing into her.
“You going to stand there all day?” she teased, the words uneven and yet happy. He tore his gaze up to see her smiling over her shoulder at him. “Go on, fuck me hard.”
Permission granted—there wasn’t much else he was capable of. Slowing down, certainly not. The only thing in control was his cock, balls as a backup, both demanding he drive into her warmth. His grip on her hip anchored him and allowed enough purchase so he could do as she’d demanded. One thrust after another, fucking, hard and dirty. Yet her sounds of pleasure continued, increasing his desire. He was so close, so close to the edge that one more move could shove him over. Bending over her, he thrust his right hand between her legs and found the clit bar.