Page 69 of Hat Trick

Traitorous bastard that he is, my cock rises to attention at the thought of kissing Gwen.Be a decent human being and get your mind out of the gutter. “Later,” I mutter, even though my body is screaminghell-fucking-yeah. “I gave you a bit of a shock justnow—”

Gwen pulls away from me just far enough to shove her red hair behind her ears. “I’ve always . . . how do I even say this?” Her hands curl into fists that she rests on my thighs. “You said once that you wanted something from me that no one else has ever had, myheart.”

Heart thundering with nerves, I think back to that moment in Faneuil Hall. It feels like ages ago, years even, and yet it’s only been a few weeks. With hesitance dogging my heels, I gently frame Gwen’s face with my hand. “I did saythat.”

Her blue eyes burn bright, and I know without her admitting it directly, that I already have her heart. Licking her lips, she says, “I’ve always dreamt of kissing someone who loves me. T-that’s my fantasy. Kissing someone who cares for me, who can see beyond—oh!Marshall, what are youdoing?”

“I’m going to collect on that fantasy kiss,” I tell her as I resettle her weight in my arms. And, yeah, maybe I’m a bit of a caveman because there’s nothing I like more than holding Gwen, bridal-style.

“Oh.”

This time, her voice is full of wonder when she speaks and it sets off every bit of fire insideme.

I take the stairs to my bedroom two at a time. And I sure as hell don’t stop until we’re both naked and on my bed. My hands wander everywhere, over the slope of her breast as I suck her nipple into my mouth. Over the lengths of her smooth legs, massaging the muscles there until her legs are pushed wide. She’s a sight for soreeyes.

I don’t actually kiss her, notyet.

But I play—with my lips on her clit, my tongue in her pussy, my fingers tweaking her nipples into hard little peaks. I work her over and over again until she’s shuddering against my mouth and demanding more than just my fingers and mytongue.

“Get on your knees,” I tell her, “and then face themirror.”

She does as she’s told, moving to the edge of the bed and lifting onto her knees. Her skin is blotchy with lust, a rainbow of peaches and pinks and reds. She’s utterly gorgeous, and she’s allmine.

“Two fingers, Gwen.” I move behind her on the bed, my arms wrapping around her lean frame so that I can cup her breasts. Then I brush her hair back, so that I can kiss her neck. “Two fingers, just the way you likeit.”

With my free hand, I tug on her nipple, then roll it between my fingers. Her gasp is audible, and I feel the way her shoulders jerk under my mouth. I flick my gaze to the mirror just as she sinks two fingers inside her pussy. My cock twitches against her back, and I give it one single stroke to tide meoff.

Notyet.

This moment, this fantasy, is forGwen.

My voice rumbles throughout the room, dark and demanding. “Run your thumb over yourclit.”

Her hips spasm as she does, jerking forward as though chasing that elusive orgasm that I plan to give her. I watch as the pumps of her fingers turnfrantic.

“Marshall,” she whimpers, her blue eyes wide and on me as she watches us in the mirror. “I needyou.”

Fuck me, but I’ll never get tired of hearing her saythat.

My hand latches onto her wrist, stilling her motions. “Myturn.”

I shift her slightly, so that my feet are planted wide on the floor and she’s straddling my hips, her pussy brushing the tip of my cock. I keep her facing the mirror because I want her to see everything—the way I’ll rub her clit and tease her nipple, how I look behind her, how we looktogether.

“Take what you want, honey,” I whisper against the smooth expanse of her back. “Everything that I am isyours.”

When she sinks down onto my cock a second later, she is hands-down the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Through the mirror, I watch her neck elongate as she throws her head back. Her tits bounce with each upward drag and downward thrust. Her flat belly tightens, her core working to keep herself moving in a hypnotic rhythm. And her pussy . . . Jesus Christ, but watching her take me, seeing the slip and slide of my cock moving in and out of her, is almost enough to send me over theedge.

I fist her hair in one hand, pulling her back just slightly, so that she’s cradled against mychest.

And then I takeover.

My hands grip her hips as I lift her up and bring her backdown.

“Yes,” she whimpers, “oh my God,yes.”

It’s the only encouragement I need. Her hands lock down on my forearms, using me as leverage to move evenfaster.

She cries out my name when I touch her clit and press down on the sensitivenub.

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