A finger slid into her core and she widened her stance, thrusting her hips against him to try for more. The little extra she needed to get the detonation building inside her to trigger. He added another finger, pumping lazily while his tongue and teeth worked her to the brink.
“Touch your breasts,” Marcus commanded. “Grab those rings and tug them the way you like.”
Becki didn’t hesitate, raising her hands and cupping herself, thumb and forefingers rolling the tiny loops she’d placed in before getting dressed. The small bite of pain shook her hard, and she gasped.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. I knew the instant you tugged—your body squeezed so tight. I want to be in you again, Becki. Wrap your sweet cunt around my cock and let you squeeze me like that as you go off.”
She was going to suggest he should stop talking and use his lips on her a little more, but the deep timbre of his voice stroked her as hard as his tongue.
“Do it,” she begged. “I want you.”
“Oh no, this time is for you.” Marcus slid his fingers in, rubbing over a spot deep inside that made her head spin. “You’re going to come for me. Standing, your legs ready to give out, but you won’t fall because I’ve got you.”
He did. He had her tangled into a throbbing heap, and when he touched her with his mouth, it was too much. Fingers thrusting, pushing her as he moved again and again. His tongue hard on her clit, satisfied sounds rising as he greedily ate her pussy. She pinched her nipples as he’d told her to, and the wave slammed into her. Sharp. Hard. Her sex constricting, breath catching in her throat. It wasn’t enough—not nearly enough.
“Marcus, oh God.”
He slowed, fingers easing from her before slipping in one last time. Once more. Every brush set off another wave, and he held her upright with his left forearm and bicep, her hands clinging to his head and shoulders.
A tender kiss landed on her belly. He stood, gently helping her find her balance. He kissed her and she tasted herself on his tongue. The taste of sex and desire, and longing for more tangled with satisfaction.
Her curiosity rose. “Can I take off the blindfold?”
“No.” He caught her hand in his and brought it to his chest. “Undress me.”
“While I’m blindfolded?”
He didn’t answer.
Becki started on his buttons, moving until their hips were touching and he had to hold on to her. The texture of his shirt was slightly rough, a brushed cotton that dragged over her skin like sensual sandpaper—impossible to ignore, impossibly erotic.
The first button popped through the hole, and she swore she heard it. Felt the teasing rub of the dusting of hair on his chest. When she pulled the shirt from him, she took every advantage of the chance to study him with her fingertips.
“This is nice,” Becki mused.
“Nice?” The tension in his voice made it clear her touch was getting to him as much as he had gotten to her.
“I loved our shower sex, but there’s something to be said for a long, slow seduction.”
She leaned over to press a kiss to his firm abdomen, soft curls tickling her nose, urging her to follow the treasure trail as it vanished into his slacks, and he sucked in a gasp.
“Only who is seducing who?” he asked.
“Does it matter?”
“Not really. Not this time.”
She was too preoccupied to think that through. Popping open his button, easing the zipper over his rigid cock—those things were on her mind now. She wasn’t willing to be distracted from the wonderful task at hand.
Getting Marcus naked.
She tugged the jeans off his hips, reaching impatiently to see what he was wearing. Her fingers met boxer briefs, wetness marking the spot where the rounded head of his cock pressed the fabric. “Hmm, someone else is ready to go off soon.”
She moved blindly, but with her hands to guide her she leaned forward and found his shaft, dragging her teeth lightly along the length, wetting him even more.
“Becki. Take them off.”
Guttural. Harsh. She was swamped by the power in his command and hurried to obey, dragging the material down and helping him step out from where it bunched around his ankles. Then she was up and reaching for him, finding his hard shaft and fisting her fingers around him. She pumped slowly, firmly. Listening for a sound from his lips.
A groan, a swear.
A command.
When it came, she shivered with delight.
“Suck me. Get me wet, and cover me with your mouth.”
She obeyed eagerly, reaching forward with her tongue to catch the first taste of him, the salty essence spreading through her system like ambrosia. His taste thrilled her, his long low moan of satisfaction making her smile as she opened her mouth and sank over him.
Working his cock with her tongue and lips shouldn’t turn her on this much. There was nothing against her body, no smooth caress of her skin, and yet she felt as if a million butterflies glided over her, teasing and edging her closer to another orgasm, all without a touch.
Marcus stroked her cheek and she slowed. Opened as wide as she could to accept the thick cock stretching her lips.
“So beautiful. But there’s one thing missing.” Marcus tugged the blindfold from her and dropped it to the floor. He smoothed her hair from her face, his cock balanced on her lower lip. “I want to see your eyes.”
Looking up his body—he’d said she was beautiful, and maybe that word didn’t apply to guys, but damn. The edges of his abs, the tight six-pack of his belly as he slipped his hips forward. Perfectly sculpted chest, muscular shoulders. He’d cupped his right hand behind her, fingers holding the long strands back to keep them from getting in their way. The bonus was that she saw him clearly.
His jaw was set tight, but he had that smile, the one that almost wasn’t there but still managed to turn her insides to jelly. He gazed down, watching closely as slow motions of his hips pulled his cock nearly all the way from her before feeding it back in again oh so carefully.
She caught hold of his ass, curling her fingers around his smooth skin. Stroking the muscles that flexed under her touch. Anchoring herself to allow him to go harder. Faster.
The entire time she stared up, a slow simmer of lust driving her to give at least as much pleasure as he’d given her, if not more.
Marcus rocked again and again, the taste of pre-come growing as he groaned.
“Becki . . .”
She pulled back, lips tight, sucking hard, and he shouted her name again, this time throwing back his head as the climax hit. Bursts of heat hit the back of her throat, semen filling her mouth. Satisfaction at having caused him to lose control filled her at the same time. He pressed forward again, and some liquid escaped her lips, slipping down the side of her face.
Marcus shuddered, dragging his eyes open to smile down at her as she licked and sucked, enjoying every last moment.
“Clean me up, sweet Becki.”
She caught his softening length and pulled it as far into her mouth as possible, licking him clean, glancing to see his approval. He skimmed his thumb over her cheek and caught the spill, pressing it toward her lips. She licked the pad, biting the surface lightly, and heat flared in his face.
He helped her to her feet, pulling her tightly to his body as they kissed, limbs wrapping close, rubbing again and again.
“I can’t get enough of touching you,” Becki confessed.
“I’m not complaining,” Marcus rejoined, reaching under her and lifting her into the air. She threw her arms around his neck and held on, her hip bumping his abdomen as he paced across the room. “Get the door.”