She twisted the knob and pushed the glass door open. He carried her to the edge of the tub and carefully lowered her, her feet slipping into the heated water, skin tingling from his earlier attentions and the snap of the near-icy evening air on her naked body.
He turned away to shut the door, and she sighed happily.
Naked man, hot tub, incredible mountain views. She’d already given and received an orgasm.
The night was young. She could hardly wait to see what else they could come up with.
CHAPTER 18
Marcus grabbed a couple of water bottles from a box beside the door, handing them to Becki before joining her in the water. She twisted one open and passed it back, relaxing on the bench facing the view.
She hummed. “You scored big-time.”
His laugh interrupted his drink. “I did. Thank you.”
“You nut. I meant the deck. How did you manage to find a place like this? So lucky.”
“Took a while.” Marcus put his bottle aside and turned to face her. She had knelt on the submerged seat, the water level bouncing along her nipple line distracting him. “David had been looking around for a place for me off and on. By the time I ended up coming home, he had something waiting.”
“He’s a great guy.”
Marcus shrugged. “He’s my brother. He’s great and an ass in turns.”
Becki nodded. “My family’s like that. My sisters and I get along fine, long-distance stuff since most of them are settled on the prairies with their families. But my little brother? He’s too much like me. One minute we get along gangbusters, and the next we’re ready to kill each other.”
“I can’t remember. Big family?” He tugged her closer and she came willingly, straddling his legs and settling herself in his lap.
“Five kids. Colin is the youngest; I’m second from the top. One of the middles—you know, the type that always wants to do what’s right.”
“Ha. In what dream world are you living?”
“So speaks an oldest son, correct?”
“Oldest and wisest. Of course.”
She snorted. “Oh please.”
Marcus enjoyed the banter, but most of his attention was on touching her. Stroking his hand up her waist, cupping one breast at a time so he could caress her nipples to tight points. There were times not having two hands made a difference, but only because he was greedy to have more.
She finished taking a long drink, stretching her throat back and giving him a flash of déjà vu to her sucking him earlier, and his cock flared to full rigidity, snapping tight to his belly. Then she leaned against him to put her water bottle beside his, breasts compressed to his chest, hips rising as she rocked over his dick.
“Hmm, that feels good.” She undulated over him, her sex wrapping around the ridge of his erection. The motion brought the tip of his cock closer and closer to slipping between the soft folds of her body. It felt damn amazing, but he wanted more.
“You don’t think we’ve had enough wet sex for one day?”
Becki rose until her breasts were level with his mouth. “I suppose we could try the bed. It was looking very lonely.”
“You’re not a very good hot tub soaker. We’ve been in for what? All of ten minutes?”
“Better things to do with life than sit.”
He could agree with that, especially with the bounty of distraction before him. She sighed happily as he took one nipple into his mouth, playing with the other side, his tongue and fingers working to flick the tiny loops rhythmically. It still blew his mind that she was pierced.
She pressed her mound against his torso harder, rubbing and pulsing back and forth, and he smiled.
“You haven’t gotten any shyer over the years,” he noted.
“You disappointed?”
“Hell, no. I loved how you were so eager to try everything back then. How you have no troubles telling me what you need right now.”
He slid his fingers down her belly and through her folds, keeping going until he could press a finger deep into her core.
“Oh God, yes. That feels wonderful. Sex is fun—it feels good. Why should I be quiet about what I need?” She shuddered as he pinched her clit, shaking the clit bar with his thumb even as he kept rubbing.
He watched her face, checking to see when she needed more, what she needed. Harder, softer. When he added a finger and she melted around him, he nodded with approval.
“No reason at all. Ask for what you want, but what I want is to give you what you need before you even get a chance to ask.”
He lifted her on his hand until he could catch hold of her breast in his teeth. When he bit down and nipped, she cried out, another orgasm taking her as she writhed over his fingers, hips thrusting as if to keep him where he was.
He wasn’t going anywhere. At least, not anywhere that didn’t involve her coming along.
She’d never been carried so often in her life. There was the rescue the other day, and a couple of times this evening, including now as Marcus plucked her from the water while she was still boneless from her climax. Becki was used to hauling herself everywhere, but this luxury, if she was honest, was kind of nice. It was so very decadent to be carefully laid on the bed, helpless to do anything but accept his touch as he proceeded to dry every inch of her.
She was in heaven. It took him a long time as he intermingled the caress of the tufted cotton with kisses and small intimate touches. Tiny bites to her inner thighs as he smoothed the towel over her legs. He rubbed her breasts delicately, then kept on rubbing, alternating with soft wet suckles until her nipples were tingling and tight.
One caress after another followed until she was squirming on the mattress, needing more. Needing something other than to lie there and allow him to drive her higher and higher without a safety rope.
When he moved over her, his hard muscular body forming a cage around her, she had to gasp for air before she could speak. “You want me to dry you off now?”
He bumped her thighs with his knees, his weight on his elbows. “I want you to get me wetter.”
The fat head of his cock nudged her sex, slipping through her folds as he rocked his hips. He paused, the tip spreading her, bare skin to bare skin.
Becki dragged her legs wider apart even as she teased, “You are insatiable.”
“Yes?”
Becki opened her mouth to answer, but her face must have already given the go-ahead. Marcus pressed in all the way to the root in one shot, his cock filling her deep.
She rolled her hips under him, adjusting to his girth. “Oh God, yes.”
He didn’t move, just stayed in one place, and with every second that passed he seemed to grow larger. Thicker. Becki squeezed her internal muscles, lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist. The adjustment in position changed the angle of his entry, and she moaned.
Still he didn’t move. Just stared at her, that wicked expression making all sorts of additional pleasures race over her skin.
She rocked upward, using her legs to try to work herself on his cock.
“Frustrated?” he asked.
“Yes,” she snapped. “Move, dammit. I thought you were going to anticipate what I wanted.”
“I am.”
Marcus lowered himself until not only his cock spearing into her sex held her pinned in place, but his torso as well. His body wasn’t heavy enough to make her uncomfortable, but it effectively stopped her from moving anything.
Except her internal muscles, which she used as unmercifully as possible. Squeezing, clenching tight around his cock. Doing everything she could to get him to react.
The only response seemed to be the gathering storm in her core. God, she was going to come like this—nothing touching her clit, no outside stimulation but that thick unmoving pressure and the wicked knowledge that it was his cock filling her.