He unbuttons my jeans and works them slowly over my hips and I kick them off. All that’s left are two thin layers of cotton between me and what I need. He leans over and lifts me off the ground. I hook my legs over his hips as his mouth finds my breasts, setting off the granddaddy of all fireworks in my chest. He walks us through a small living room to a door to the right and my skin tingles as he licks and teases my nipples to tight peaks.
The door leads to a bedroom and he literally throws me down onto the bed.
When he climbs on next to me, I roll him onto his back. “I’m driving, remember?’
He grins as I tug at the waistband of his boxer briefs, and when his erection springs free, an electric thrill courses through me and settles in my groin. I kiss his hard abs, his belly button, and then lower. The taste of his sweat, the way his muscles tighten under my touch, makes me ravenous for him. He’s watching me with hooded eyes, and when I reach the prize and slick my tongue over the head of his hard on, his eyes flutter closed and a groan vibrates his chest.
I close my mouth over his tip and feel him pulse and thicken in my mouth, and when I suck him deeper, I realize he’s holding his breath. I move over him slowly and his eyes find mine again. I watch them darken and grow hungrier with every stroke. His hands fist in my hair and he growls as he drops his head back again, then he’s pulling me up his body.
“You are driving me fucking insane.”
He crushes his mouth to mine as he rolls me on my back, and then his mouth starts a ravenous exploration of my body. I’m on fire, my whole body a live nerve ending. I ache all over and I can barely breathe.
My fingers trace the lines of his defined biceps and pecs, down his abs, and through the tuft of dark hair to his erection. He moans my name when I squeeze hard and rub. His hand trails slowly across my hip to the inside of my thigh. I gasp and all the muscles in my groin tighten around his fingers as they slip inside me. He withdraws a wet fingertip and strokes my clit, and when he presses, fireworks explode inside and I moan. His finger flicks, and I let out another gasp and arch up as he takes my left breast into his mouth. He rolls his tongue over my nipple, and goose bumps skitter over my entire body. His hot breath scorches my skin as his mouth and tongue explore, turning me into one throbbing nerve ending.
His tongue finds my belly button on his way lower, and he brushes his fingertips up the inside of my thigh. They slide inside me as he trails his lips and tongue along the sensitive skin there, then his mouth is on me. His tongue swirls over my clit and sends a series of pulsing shock waves through me. I hear my moan as it escalates into a mewl, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. When he twists his fingers deep inside me and sucks my clit, my head spins, and I think for sure that I must be dying.
“Oh, God,” I gasp when he sucks again, harder. All I can feel is Marcus and the magic he works with his fingers and mouth. The sounds rolling out of the deepest part of me don’t even sound human anymore as I hit the peak of this excruciating ecstasy somewhere around Saturn. I’m panting for breath, and stars flash in my eyes from lack of oxygen. He gives one last suck, and I scream as I’m plummeted off the precipice and free-fall back to Earth.
He reaches for his jeans and pulls a condom out as he kisses his way back to my mouth.
Heat pulses through me with the rhythm of the throbbing ache between my legs. When he’s ready, he rolls on top of me and looks down at me with a question in his eyes. I feel his firmness pressing against the inside of my thigh and align my hips with his. His moan when my fingers sweep down his back and pull him tighter against me sends fire through my veins. The very tip of his thickness enters me, and I’m so ready for the rest of him that I let out a whimper when he stops.
He thrusts himself into me, filling me completely, stretching me in a way that heightens every sensation. I rock against him as he pumps, at first excruciatingly slowly, but then harder and faster. His muscles ripple under smooth skin with the motion, and my hands glide over them, memorizing every detail. Pressure in my groin builds like a brewing volcano with each thrust until I feel sure I’m going to erupt.
And then I do. Everything in me goes liquid heat as I cry out again. Marcus pulls my face to his chest as he rolls us to our sides, and we lie here for a long time as we catch our collective breath.
And that’s when I hear his phone buzzing from the floor.
He ignores it, but a few minutes later, it starts buzzing again. He blows out a frustrated sigh, then reaches for it with one arm, keeping his other firmly around me.
He looks at the screen, then answers. “This better be earth shattering.”
The phone is close enough to my ear that I hear Bran’s voice clearly, fast and panicked. “The cops were here, Marcus. They wouldn’t tell me why, but it’s bad.”
The euphoric sex tingle is instantly gone and my insides fill with dread.
“Whoa, Bran,” Marcus says, pulling away from me and sitting up. “Okay…again. Slower. What did they say?”
“Nothing, but they didn’t buy it when I said you weren’t home and they searched the apartment for you. They’re coming for you, man.”