Page 50 of Allure
Asli kissed the side of her head before he walked away, and it was on the tip of Marco’s tongue to tell him to stay close, to help him coax another climax out of her. Being alone, skin to skin, eyes finding each other felt too intimate. She was already in his system. This felt like she was pouring cement over the places she resided inside of him, keeping her presence buried in his blood.
“Hi,” she whispered, and he squeezed her a little tighter, pulling her closer, helping her bury herself further into his system.
“Hi,” he whispered back. Her smile was small, and when she leaned in to kiss him, he knew he was fucked all over again.
Mi estrellita, the guiding light I always find myself going back to.
Syra tried to catch her breath, but she failed as she stared into Marco’s heated gaze. Her body felt deliriously light. She was floating on air after all the orgasms and was afraid she’d never come down—she never wanted to. She felt her walls clench around Marco’s cock as he buried himself even deeper inside of her. His strokes were slow and unhurried, a lazy pace as if he had all the time in the world to reacquaint himself with her body.
She whimpered, burying her head in his neck. This was too much and not enough. She wasn’t sure how much more her body or mind could take, and she squirmed in his lap when he held himself still inside of her. The sensation made her moan, and she bit into his neck. Desperation clawed at her, but she didn’t know whether to pull away or give in.
“Easy, Syra. Let me in,” he whispered against her, and she felt tears prick her eyes. He moved again, hitting parts inside of her she’d forgotten about—parts of her that had solely belonged to him.
She hadn’t lied to him when she told him how potent his touch was—how engraved it was on her skin. No one enticed her like this; no one held her with such possession and control while coaxing emotions out of her she wanted to keep hidden and buried. She was falling again at an alarming rate. She could feel her heart crack open for him—feel him worm his way inside, rebranding her, so no one could own her heart and body the way he did.
He tugged at her hair, making her lift her head. She wanted to fight him, wanted to keep her focus on anything else but the look in his eyes. She didn’t want to face the love she’d see there burning beneath the desire he held for her. She was scared he’d see it mirrored in her own gaze.
“Let me see that pretty face, estrellita.”
Why did he have to say her pet name like that? It was filled with reverence that made her feel worshipped, made her feel like he’d give her anything. She’d only ever have to ask for it. Why did he have to hold her tight like she was the anchor keeping him centered?
This felt too intimate. The room had fallen away, and while she felt the lingering touches of Asli, she knew he had left them alone. He let them have this bubble of skin to skin as they got lost in one another.
This was why she wanted to walk away from the deal—why she knew being around him was a mistake. How was she supposed to go back to her side of the line after this? After Marco cracked her open in a room full of strangers and reminded her who held her heart and knew her body better than she did?
Her breath hitched, and she bit her bottom lip, feeling the sensations of another climax sparking to life. Marco angled his hips so each thrust grazed her oversensitive clit. She whimpered, dropping her head against his, unsure if she could give herself—give him—another climax.
“Estrellita,” he groaned when she clenched around him. She could feel Asli’s cum dripping out of her, and Marco was there to push it back in. That shouldn’t have heightened her arousal but it did. She enjoyed, maybe a little too much, how they both wanted to get each other inside of her.
“Marco, I don’t think…oohh,” she moaned, squeezing her legs tighter around him. His hand had snaked in between their sweat-slicked bodies. His fingers touched her clit, and she jerked forward, her nails digging into his skin.
“You can give me one more, estrellita. Let your body take you there.” He whispered, and she wanted to fight against him. She wanted to prove that maybe his touch wasn’t so engraved in her system, knowing it was going to suck if she ever had to let him go again.
“Syra,” Marco groaned, and she felt an extra pair of hands wrap around her waist, easing her body back into a warm chest.
She let out a gasp, looking at Marco who kept a steady pace thrusting his hips into her as Asli’s hand pressed against her stomach. “Let go, little star. We got you.” He nudged her face toward his—his lips seeking hers, like it was the most natural thing in the world for them. She closed the distance with ease, enjoying the taste of her that still lingered on his lips.
She moaned into his mouth as another climax started to build in her body. Her stomach tightened, and a tingling sensation sparked its way around her low back and up toward her chest. Asli nipped at her bottom lip before he turned her gaze back toward Marco.
“Look at him, Syra.” The way Asli drew out her name made her groan. “Look at how he fucks you. It’s as if he’s trying to crawl inside of you and possess you the way you’ve possessed him.”
“Oh God,” she cried out, feeling the tidal wave growing larger. Asli was pushing her closer to her climax just as surely as Marco was.
“Again with this calling out God’s name,” Asli chuckled, and her body tried to jerk forward, but both men held her right where they wanted her. She felt her walls tighten around Marco, and she was losing the battle to hold on with his increased thrusts and his groans, which sent goosebumps across her chest.
“You’re calling out God like you’re not the one being worshipped. Like we haven’t been on our knees praying to you.” He kissed the side of her jaw.
This onslaught of Asli’s silk voice and Marco’s low growls was the perfect combination she didn’t know she needed. She closed her eyes, her body taking the reins of what it needed. She was almost there—just the right push and she’d explode.
“As if you weren’t the one being prayed for,” Asli whispered in her ear, and it was like a switch had flipped. Her eyes widened and she gasped for breath, somehow unprepared to get sucked under the tidal wave that had been building inside of her.
She moaned both Asli’s and Marco’s names just as she heard Marco’s soft curse. She felt his own orgasm spill inside of her—mixing with Asli’s—and the sensation prolonged her climax. Her body felt boneless as she was pulled forward, back into Marco’s embrace. Her own heart stuttered in its rapid pace trying to match its rhyme to his heartbeat.
Their breaths mingled as they stared at each other—unspoken words filled the air between them. She felt Asli’s touch against her back, his fingers stroking in the opposite direction of Marco’s against her skin, and she wanted to stay wrapped up in this moment forever. She felt at peace. Her mind was quiet, and her worry about what came next forgotten, she could only focus on the here and now.
“Come home with me,” Marco whispered the words against her lips.
She nodded. There was no hesitation in her response, no need to think about the consequences. She wanted to follow wherever this night and Marco led. “Yes,” she whispered. “Take me home, please.”
