Page 50 of Silent Secrets

Hadley

Idon’tknowhow many songs we dance for, but eventually the music trails off and the two of us press together as we pant, trying to catch our breath. Glancing up, I find Marcos’s eyes locked on my parted lips. My eyes slide down to his lips and then my body seems to move on its own accord until our lips touch.

His tongue slips between my lips and caresses mine. I lose myself in his kiss, moaning as he pulls me more firmly against him. One of his legs slides between mine, pressing my hot center against his hard thigh. My hips begin to roll of their own accord, and I can feel his erection against my hip.

“Fuck,” he gasps as he breaks the kiss, lips moving to kiss down my neck. He alternates between kisses and nips, soothing the pain with his tongue. “I want you so bad, Hadley.”

“Yes,” I pant as his hands land on my hips, helping me roll against him harder. My clit brushes against him with each roll and I’m already climbing towards an orgasm. “Please.”

“You beg so beautifully, kitten.”

One of Marcos’s hands leaves my hip, only to land on my breast and fondles me over my shirt. The palm of his hand glides over my hard nipple with every movement, causing my hips to jerk. When he steps back, a whine falls from my lips that I know I should be embarrassed by, but I can’t bring myself to care.

“I’m not going anywhere. I just need to see you.” His hands pause on the hem of my shirt. “Can I? Please?”

Instead of answering, I help him lift the shirt over my head before pulling off my sports bra, baring my breasts to him. Marcos growls, hands lifting, and his fingers just brush over my nipples—a tease.

“More, I need more. Please.”

He ducks his head, tongue circling one nipple as he rolls the other between his fingers. My head falls backwards as I arch my back, offering my breasts to him as I lose myself in his touch, in his mouth. His tongue flicks over the pointed tip of my nipple, teasing, and I wonder what it will feel like to have that tongue on my clit.

My hands thread into his long hair and pull. Macros hisses against me, eyes flickering up to my face. I grin, sure that it looks a little feral.

“Stop being a tease.”

Instead of answering, he smirks before closing his lips around my nipple. His eyes stay locked on mine as his tongue continues to flick over the tip before he bites down. My mouth drops open, a loud moan spilling from my lips. Heat flashes in his eyes and he pulls my feet out from under me.

I’m weightless for a moment as Marcos lowers me to the floor. He reaches behind him, grabbing the back of his shirt before pulling it over his head in a move that I will always think is hot. He balls it up and places it under my head… which is surprisingly sweet.

Then he’s kneeling down, mouthing at my stomach as his fingers wrap around my waistband. Glancing down my body, I find his eyes on my face as he alternates between kisses, small nips, and soothing laps of his tongue on my skin as he moves further and further down my body.

It’s taking everything in me to not shake from anticipation as he slowly lowers my pants until they’re gone, leaving me in nothing but the black lace thong that covers next to nothing. Marcos’s eyes devour me from head to toe before he’s ducking down once more, burying his face in my panty-clad pussy.

“You smell fucking amazing,” he breathes out against me, sending another shiver rushing through me. He noses the material out of the way, tongue sliding along my slit. My back arches when his tongue skims my clit the first time, and I wonder if I’ve ever been this turned on just from foreplay before, but I don’t think that I have. And Marcos seems intent on teasing me as he circles my clit, but doesn’t touch it directly past that first pass.

Growling, I thread my fingers through his hair again and try to direct him where I want him. I feel his hot breath against me when he chuckles. “I swear to the goddess, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll take care of myself.”

The words are barely out of my mouth when I feel him shift and he sucks my clit into his mouth while he slides a finger up and down my pussy lips, gathering my wetness. My head rolls back at the first thrust of his finger as he continues to work my clit between his lips, his tongue, and an occasional hint of his teeth. Rolling my hips, I meet the thrust of his finger as he adds a second and then a third.

Fucking finally.

I feel so full as he crooks his fingers, rubbing against that magic spot inside of me with each pass. Along with the attention he pays my clit, it doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge.

“I’m going to come,” I pant as I lift my hips to grind against his face.

I feel him growl against me as his fingers pick up speed and then I’m careening over the edge. He continues to fuck me with his fingers and lap at my clit as my pussy clenches around him. When I collapse back to the floor, he lets off my clit and slowly removes his fingers before replacing them with his mouth.

He laps at my juices, groaning against me and sending shivers through me. I’ve never been with a man that seemed to be so happy to eat me out, to taste me. Women? Sure. But men? Usually they see it as a chore and it’s nearly impossible to get them to go down on me. And when they do? They usually suck.

Marcos doesnot suck. I think I could spend hours with him between my thighs and die a very happy woman. But as much as I’m enjoying this, I want his cock inside of me.

“I need you inside of me, Marcos.”

He moans against me, the only reaction I get for a moment before he pulls back to grin up at me, face soaked with my juices. I clench down on nothing when his tongue darts out to clean his lips. I jerk him down for a kiss, loving the taste of myself on his lips.

When he pulls back, I watch in interest as he stands to remove his pants. My tongue slides out along my lips with each sliver of skin revealed to me and I know that he’s teasing me again. I decide to be patient this time and he finally yanks them off—any underwear that he’s wearing going with them. My eyes zero in on his cock, mouth dropping open.

He’s thick… really thick, but that’s not even what has my attention. His dick is fucking pierced. I sit up, reaching out without thinking and brush my fingers over the two barbells that pierce him, appearing as a cross of some type.

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