Page 49 of Heartbreak Kings
His kiss was more lingering and tender than those of his companions. He seemed to want to savor me. His mouth tasted like mint gum and coffee, and his tongue teased into my mouth so nimbly that he was stimulating the insides of my lips with it before I knew he had done it.
I barely noticed when he pulled me onto his lap, the kiss was so intense. I was there, arms and legs wrapping around him to steady myself as he drew me close. “Holy crap,” he breathed as the kiss finally broke. “I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.”
That made me smile against his mouth. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His dark eyes sparkled with desire.
“Which part? The kiss? Or having me on your lap? Or grabbing my ass?” He had me by both cheeks, kneading me through my jeans.
“Uh, yes?” he managed before leaning in for another kiss. I laughed, and then he silenced me with his mouth.
I hadn’t lingered like this with the other two, just kissing and exploring each other with our hands. It made me feel like I was back in high school, hopelessly horny but holding back as much as I could, not wanting the moment to end. Marcus felt good against me, from his minty mouth to the bay rum aftershave to the slight sweat from his fight. I skimmed my fingers over his bare torso, along his shoulders, down his arms, avoiding his wounds. Sometimes I used my nails, running them delicately against his skin and making him shiver.
His slowness stoked the hunger in me, making me impatient, and my impatience made me bold. Eagerly, I pulled off my sweater, leaving me sitting on his lap in my camisole and bra. He pulled back and stared at me delightedly, then helped me tug off the camisole. He cupped my breasts reverently, started nibbling on them lightly through the bra, teasing me until I shivered and made little sounds of delight.
He teased me for a long time, kissing around the bra instead of removing it, while I whimpered and panted and finally gave up and undid the clasp between my breasts. Even then, he only kissed me softly, covering every inch of my skin with tender brushes of his lips while ignoring my nipples standing painfully in the cool air.
“Tease,” I groaned as he unbuckled my belt and then his own. My back arched as he ran his hands down my back. His breath blew over my sensitive skin, but he still didn’t suckle me.
His eyes danced with mischief. “Hey, I waited a while for this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. “You can handle a little teasing.”
He nuzzled between my breasts as I sat up enough to unzip his fly. “Not too much,” I purred, but he smirked and kept right on pretending my aching nipples didn’t exist. “One second.” I stood, sliding out of my jeans and panties.
He kicked off his shoes and socks and yanked his trousers down. I saw a few more welts on his legs and squashed a surge of rage and remorse. Now wasn’t time to talk about what had happened. Now was the time to get our minds off it.
I blinked when I saw his throbbing cock, which was as big around as my wrist. My eyes widened slightly. “Damn, boy.”
He laughed and tore the condom packet open. “Oh, don’t worry,” he responded with a sly little grin as I helped him roll the latex onto his monster. “It’ll fit fine once I get you wet enough.”
When he sat down, I decided two things. I was going to test his theory for as long as I could stand it—and I would not let Blake know there was someone in the pack who was hung bigger than him.
“Kneel up over me again,” he instructed, and I did as he leaned back, propping himself against the window. He gripped my hips in his hands, slid them over my bare ass, then glided them up my sides to cup my breasts again. When he finally sucked my nipple into his mouth, I had to grit my teeth against a scream.
His fiery mouth tugged at me firmly while I rocked against him, brushing his throbbing cock with the lips of my pussy. Every time I did, I felt him shiver slightly. I felt him slide the head across my pussy, which was already wet with anticipation. But then he held it there, neither pulling me down nor thrusting upward.
Instead, he propped his knuckle against my clit, pressing gently as his mouth teased and nibbled at my nipples. I moaned and circled my hips, feeling him slide deeper with each slow grind. His dark eyes closed, lips parted and trembling as he fought the urge to push into me.
His slow, almost tender teasing drove me wild. I panted, grinding faster as he stroked me slowly, our bodies joined, his cock sliding in a half inch at a time as I shimmied my hips. He filled me, stretching me a little, the intensity enhancing the rising pleasure mounting in my groin as he caressed my clit.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it, and I bored down on him, taking the rest of him in as he jerked his head back and panted hoarsely. His cock rubbed me in places I hadn’t stimulated before. I whimpered around a bitten lip as he stroked me, holding still inside me.
I bounced my hips over him, circling them faster and faster as I felt my body ramp up toward orgasm. I was on top, but he was the one in control, teeth at my neck and fingers teasing me until I shook and twisted around him in an involuntary dance. His eyes fluttered closed, but then he slowed, and I slowed too, retreating from climax and staying in the frantic, trembling, tingling delight just before. “Easy, baby,” he rasped, chest heaving. “Not yet.”
We rode together like that, pleasure rising toward completion and then ebbing back again as he backed off to keep from finishing, repeatedly. My pussy was tight around him, the slight frustration of holding off nothing in the face of anticipation. He wasn’t like Blake, just slightly cruel. Marcus only wanted it to last and last, until neither of us could stand it anymore.
Finally, we were both too keyed up to back off again. I dug my nails into his shoulders, and he dug his fingers into my hips, kissing me hungrily as we moaned into each other’s mouths. We ground together, muscles taut, and I felt him go rigid under me a second before I came.
The climax rocked me so hard that I broke the kiss and screamed into his shoulder, barely aware enough to muffle the sound. He didn’t care. His shouts of bliss practically rattled the windows.
When I came back to myself, he was panting against my shoulder, that enormous tool still shaking a little inside me. I clung to him, and we held each other until, finally, I felt his erection dwindle inside me. “Can you get up?” he asked hoarsely. “I’ve got to get rid of this thing.”
He grabbed the base of the condom, and I stood up, legs rubbery but holding me up as he slid out from under me. Barely awake and suddenly cold, I slid under the comforter and lay there with my heart slowing as I heard him finish up in the bathroom and come back out.
His belt buckle rattled as he retrieved his boxers. I glanced back and saw him step and tuck into them, his dark eyes hooded with contentment. I rolled back over, and he slid into bed behind me, spooning me and kissing my neck. “Holy shit, that was worth the wait,” he purred.
I smiled contentedly. “Yeah.”
As I drifted off, I stared through the slats of my blinds and saw someone standing down in the parking lot. I caught the pale half oval of a bearded face tilted up at us and wondered why someone was standing in a snowstorm. No way had whoever it was heard Marcus all the way out in the parking lot. But they just kept standing there until I finally lost interest and let my eyes fall closed.
