Page 47 of Allure
Syra nodded, unsure her voice wouldn’t come out like a needy squeak.
“Which is it? Were you begging for all three things or just one of them?” He smacked her jaw again. “Tell me, Syra,” he commanded. “Use this pretty mouth and tell me what you want.”
The sounds in the room grew louder, echoing around her and vibrating off of her skin. Her breathing increased and her grip on Marco’s thighs tightened to the point she could feel his skin beneath her fingertips. She was marking him—it was subtle, but the mark would still be there when all this was over, and she felt this deep need inside of her to wear his mark as well. She wanted him to brand her skin, a physical mark to the ownership over her body and heart she always tried to ignore.
The stars on her hip weren’t enough…she wanted more.
She kept her gaze on him, letting his eyes sweep over every inch of her face—as if he was memorizing her again, putting new memories against old ones. She loved that he removed the mask. As pretty as it was, the mask didn’t give her the freedom she sought. Being bare before him gave her the courage to be brave with her desires, with him.
“I want it all, Marco,” she moaned. The assault of Asli’s tongue against her and the secure grip of his hands on her hips kept her steady while making her body shake.
She fought to keep her eyes open and on Marco. She heard the words she used. She understood how heavy that statement was given their past, and she wasn’t sure why those words had slipped past her lips with ease. She watched the shock flash behind his eyes before they softened. But it didn’t last long, resentment flickered in the brown specks that teased his otherwise green eyes. His anger sparked again behind his eyes, and it was mixed with his lust for her—for the moment. It shouldn’t have made her body open up but it did.
“Please, Marco. I need…oh…fuck, fuck…,” she stammered over her words, getting lost to the sensations Asli was coaxing out of her. She tried to concentrate, tried to steady her breathing, knowing that if she didn’t specifically ask for what she wanted, Marco was going to keep her dangling on this edge till she dove into madness.
“I need to cum, Marco, please,” she begged.
Marco smiled as he leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers. She felt his lips against her cheek. “I love how pretty you look when you beg for me, estrellita. You don’t know all the filthy things I want to do to you. I’m barely hanging on.” He shuddered against her, as he pulled back just enough so he was looking in her eyes again. “You should see how hard Asli’s cock is, the way his hips are moving. I bet he’s imagining how good your greedy cunt will feel wrapped around him.”
Syra groaned as her body shook.
“How good does his tongue feel inside you, estrellita?” Marco taunted. “Is he hitting all the right spots, making you gush so much he can’t breathe in anything but you?”
“Oh my God,” Syra shouted, and her hips jerked up on their own. The touch of Asli’s tongue and lips was becoming almost too much, and her body tried to escape, even when she wanted what he was giving her.
She didn’t get real far, Asli’s grip on her tightened, slamming her back down on his face. He let out a low rumble she felt everywhere. Her breathing increased. This was it, she could feel her stomach tightening, feel sparks dance up her spine and around her chest.
Marcotskedunder his breath. “So desperate to find God in these moments, and yet, you’re on your knees for us.” He released his grip on her chin. “You don’t know what it’s doing to me to see you with my best friend. The way I want to watch him stretch your pussy with his cock while you suck on mine.” Marco gripped her hair tight, angling her face up a little so her lips were level with his dick.
“All the ways we could take you, estrellita. We’d have you cumming till the only names you remembered were ours.” Marco wrapped his other hand around the base of his dick. “Stick your tongue out for me.”
Her eyes rolled back, and it took her a minute to stick her tongue out. Her brain had checked out, and it took effort to send signals to her body to get it to move. She was turning into a puddle of mush by the strokes of Asli’s tongue and the gruff words Marco spoke to her. “If anything becomes too much, tap my leg three times.” His gaze softened as he spoke.
She tried to nod in agreement, but her breath caught in her throat and her pussy clenched around Asli’s tongue. That climax she’d been denied came at her too fast for her to do anything but drown in it. Her body shook, and she rubbed her hips faster against Asli’s face, desperate to prolong and chase the electric currents rolling around in her body.
Dark spots danced behind her eyes, and she moaned even louder when the salty taste of Marco’s precum touched her tongue. She forced her eyes back open—forced herself to look at the man who had the power to break her and put her back together in the way she craved. His face was pulled into harsh lines, and the mixture of praise and curses that spilled from his lips as she hummed around his cock prolonged the wave of her climax as it settled over her.
“Me pones de rodillas, estrellita.”He grunted as he fucked her face with a brutal thrust that she relished. She wanted him unhinged, wanted him helpless to his lust for her because if he was going to burn her in his flames, she wanted him to burn with her.
Marco grunted as he buried his cock into Syra’s wet mouth. He’d forgotten how quickly she could bring him to his knees when she looked up at him with her starlight eyes watering from trying to swallow him whole.
He thought he was in control?
Never when it came to his estrellita.
She held all the cards, she always did. Her confession that she wanted it all had nearly stopped his heart. There was a time when he would have given anything to hear her utter those words, and for a moment his past had blended in with his present. He was no longer in Orchard Tree, no longer in Allure but back in his apartment with Syra—back when he thought they had a future together.
It was so easy to get lost in her words—lost in her. It made him feel like a sucker because he couldn’t get her out of his system no matter what he did. She’d been a lingering sensation, a phantom touch, an itch he could never reach to scratch. His plan to get her under him to purge her lost its steam the second he walked into his conference room and saw her again, and no matter how hard he tried to hold on to his plan, he found reasons to let it go. She was here with him again. Why was he so worried about what their past was?
Because it’s a past that can repeat itself.
That thought pulled him right back into the present moment. He felt his hurt slip through the cracks, but he reigned it back. Tonight wasn’t about what was and what should have been. This was about pleasure for all three of them.
Syra’s little whimpers and moans shot straight to his balls, and his grip on her hair tightened. He had meant to go slow, to tease and torment her till she was mindless in her need but, like always, he broke first. He’d been desperate for her. His hunger clawed at him to take her—to push Asli to let her cum quick and fast repeatedly until it became too much. He could barely contain himself. It was a miracle that Asli had been able to keep a level head too. It had been so long since they shared a woman it amazed Marco how in tune they still were. The fact that Asli didn’t let Syra cum—knew not to let her until he was ready—blew him away.
“Fuck me, estrellita,” he grunted, pulling all the way out of her mouth before thrusting back into her. Her eyes widened, her mouth getting smaller as another orgasm hit her.
He felt his own climax building. It had been growing slowly but enough to know he wasn’t going to last long with her tongue twirling around the head of his cock or her mouth suctioned around him.
