Page 35 of Allure
“Sometimes I watch.” He let his thumb caress her skin as he remembered the times he came here after Syra left him. He had watched Asli with another woman or couple. The idea had always been to be the two bulls on the nights they allowed it, but Marco had never felt the pull to sink his cock into someone. The times he tried to participate it was more manual than pleasurable.
Yes, he fucked women after Syra, but he was only going through the motions, using it as a balm to help erase her from his memories. After a while, he started to see her in the women he was bedding. It was hell on his mind and heart, so he buried himself in his work.
“You and Asli?” she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth when he glanced in her direction. The mask obscured most of her features. He couldn’t see her eyes, walking side by side as they were, but the lighting let him see the nice flush coating her skin and his stomach tightened.
Mi estrellita has a crush on my best friend.
“What about me and him?” Marco tugged on her hand and maneuvered them so they were out of the way of foot traffic. He guided her toward the wall closest to them and placed his other hand on the side of her head. “You want to know what me and Asli do in Orchard? Or, what we do outside of places like this?” He bent his head, making sure he was eye-level with her. The lighting played with the silver on her mask, making her eyes look like they had stars in them.
How easily he got lost in them only for her to be the one to guide him through her depths.
Syra made a low noise in the back of her throat and brought her other hand up to rub the center of her chest. He could feel her pulse speeding up against his other hand, and he placed his thigh in between her legs. The dress she wore was dangerously short, and as soon as her legs widened to accommodate him, his cock stirred behind his pants at the exposure of the smooth skin at the top of her thighs.
“He told me in the car ride over here how you’ve shared women in the past.” Her voice came out breathless, adding to the heady mix of temptation and sex that filled the air. “I mean, I know you’ve told me that too.” She licked her lips. He wasn’t sure where this conversation was going, but he almost willed her to ask if they would share her in a place like this and outside of it.
The idea of sharing her set his blood on fire. The thought of having him and Asli show her what true pleasure was, and having her mindless with it until she was nothing more than a sweaty mess of perfection, made him want to slip his hand underneath her dress. He wanted to hear the sweet sounds that tore through her mouth while he held a conversation with his fingers and her wet cunt.
“What are you trying to ask for, estrellita?” Marco dropped her hand and brought his thumb up to caress her bottom lip. Her eyes rolled when he brought his thigh up against her pussy. Her soft gasp left her in a rush, but she couldn’t seem to find her voice.
“I don’t ever remember you forgetting your words like this,” he murmured just as her hands grabbed onto his waist; her nails digging into his skin shot straight to his balls.
“You used to be so bold,” he whispered, getting lost in the way her hips moved on their own, riding his thigh as if it was his cock.
“You used to take what you wanted, whether it was my cock in a packed club or my fingers in a crowded elevator.” He dragged his thumb down her lip and chin, letting his hand fall down by her throat before settling it against her rapid heartbeat. “You never shied away from what you wanted, Syra.”
Her eyes fell closed as she tilted her head back. She made tiny gasps in the back of her throat, working herself up to the point that he wanted to see her cum just like this. Her body pinned between him and the wall, with the sounds of numerous footsteps passing by, none the wiser that she was ready to make a mess on his pants.
He hissed out a breath, his hand by her head forming into a tight fist he tried to put through the wall when he felt her hand press into his erection. Each shift of her hips made her grip on his dick tighten as she stroked him through his pants, causing him to curse under his breath. His body jerked, his hips moving on their own as she stroked him. He could feel his control slipping—the desire to lift her up until she was seated on his cock pulled a low growl from his throat.
“Me vas a destruir,” he groaned when her movements became jerky. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my thigh.” He grabbed both her hands and pulled them above her head. He couldn’t see or think straight when she was stroking his cock. “My greedy girl,” he hummed low. “Not a care in the world that people are walking slowly past us, trying to get a glimpse of your sweet cunt rubbing against my thigh.”
Syra cried out. She was close, he could see it in her trembling lower lip and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. “Do you need help?” His voice was a harsh whisper, the binds on his control snapping one by one the faster she moved.
“Marco,” she chanted his name, and it was almost his undoing. He had never been able to handle how she said his name in the throes of passion. The fevered prayer made him want to get on his knees and make her spill her confessions on his tongue, and he could do that now. He could drop until his face was level with her pussy and inhale her till she was spilling down his throat, but that tiny shred of self-preservation had him pulling back. He wasn’t ready to give in to her—not until she asked for it.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He dropped his hold on her hands. “What did I tell you about saying my name like that, Syra?” He pulled his thigh from between her legs, and the low growl of frustration that emanated from her had him biting back his laughter.
Her eyes were tiny slits that promised mayhem and a pound of flesh in retribution. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?” Her voice was thick with need that everything in his body wanted to take care of.
Nothing you haven’t been doing to me since you’ve come back into my life.
Marco bit his lip to keep those words in. He didn’t want her to know how much she truly affected him. “Nothing,” he let himself smirk when he watched her hands ball into tiny fists. “I told you I wouldn’t fuck you until you asked, and that includes letting you use me to cum.” He adjusted his cock, hoping to get some of the blood flow back into his brain. “And even if you ask now, I won’t give in. Not until you’re begging, estrellita.”
If it was possible, her eyes narrowed further. He held out his hand for hers, “Come, we’re going to miss the performance in the room I want to show you.” He could sense her hesitation and thought for sure she was going to stalk off and hit the nearest room just to prove some misguided point.
Her shoulders sagged, and she grumbled something under her breath but took his offered hand. He tugged her closer to his side, trying and failing to ignore the rightness floating around in his body every time his hands were on hers. He tried to pull on the reserve he used when dealing with business associates and remember the plans he had for his little star. He should have realized, though, that when it came to Syra, she obliterated everything he used to keep her out. If she wanted in and under his skin, all she ever had to do was whisper his name.
Syra couldn’t get her heartbeat to slow down. Her skin felt too tight, and the feather-light touch of Marco’s thumb caressing the top of her hand echoed through her body as if his fingers were inside of her, bringing her right to the edge only to pull back before she jumped.
She glanced up at him, wondering if throttling him would shake some sense into him and give in to her body’s needs. The smirk teasing his lips made her grumble. He knew what he was doing to her—driving her to the brink of madness where she could only focus on the sensations coursing through her and making her beg for whatever he had to offer.
“I told you I wouldn’t fuck you until you asked and even if you ask now, I won’t give in. Not until you’re begging, estrellita.”
She had to bite her lip to keep from pleading with him to let her cum back when he had her pinned against the wall. She almost lost herself to her pleasure, completely jumping over the line she’d drawn in the sand as if it never existed for them.
She gritted her teeth. She was mad at him and herself. Here she was only moments ago upset that he hadn’t tried anything, and now she was upset that he didn’t let her cum when she had the chance. He was keeping thingsprofessional. God, she was beginning to hate that word.
“See something you like, estrellita?” Marco teased when he caught her staring.
