Losing You (Stars On Fire Book 4) (5 page)

“You wicked girl,” he said, his mouth twitching with amusement. “You do that anymore and I won’t make it,” he added, making quick work of removing his jeans and getting a condom.

“Thank God,” Lizzie exclaimed huskily at the protection in his hands. No sex for her equaled no birth control. No need for it.

With fascination, she watched him roll the condom on, her eyes traveling from the light dusting of hair up his lean stomach to his chest, her voyage ending at those sensuous lips of his. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him while he reached for her legs and secured them behind him, the tip of his cock teasing her thigh.

Their eyes locked as she eased herself upon him. Her head rolled back as she maneuvered all of him in her, her back arching, feeling him in so many glorious ways. She felt full—extraordinarily full.

“You okay?” he asked, his mouth above the hollow of her throat.

“Just let me feel it for a little bit . . . please . . .” she begged breathlessly. God, it felt better than she remembered. How had she let so much time pass her by?

“I’m going to make sure that you do.”

She never would’ve thought that just sitting there with him pulsing inside of her would bring her that close to the edge, but he was the right fit for her.

When he started to move his body, his strong arms holding her securely, the moans rolled out of her as his cock filled her over and over. The moment his name left her lips, he stilled his movements and flipped them over, the weight of his body feeling glorious on top of her. He moved within her again, slowly at first, then more quickly as he coaxed the first magnificent orgasm out of her.

“Oh my God . . .” she groaned.

“My sentiments exactly,” he said before capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he exploded inside of her, his release seeming to surprise him.

It was wondrously quick and fast and she wanted more.

“Again?” she asked, running her fingers up and down his back.

He pushed himself up, his above hers, and he smiled. “Hell yeah, again.”

Lizzie

Lizzie rested, protected in the circle of Marc’s arms, superbly spent from her night with him. The whirling fan above kept her cool. He’d switched it on sometime in the night when she had napped. Because she hadn’t really slept. He’d never given her a chance. Those hands of his that currently kept her close to him had given her all sorts of bliss last night.

She snuggled closer to Marc and planted a kiss on the side of his torso, causing him to stir beneath her. A small grin came to her mouth as an idea came to her. She carefully pulled the sheet away from him and saw the evidence of good dreams resting on his lower abs. Now it was her turn to wake him up like he’d done to her. Throwing one leg over him, Lizzie straddled him, his cock nestled enticingly between her folds. A tilt of her hips had his cock gliding against her clit, teasing her. A shudder coursed through her and she really wished she knew where the damn condoms were because she wanted to impale herself upon him and take a nice leisurely Sunday drive on his cock. Instead of that, she continued moving along his erection and when it twitched beneath her, Lizzie knew he was awake, causing her to internally shout for joy.

“What are you doing up there, missy?” he asked, as his hands cupped her bottom, his fingers digging deliciously into her flesh.

“Oh, I was just a little bored waiting for you to wake up. Would you like me to stop?” she asked, slowing her movements.

“Fuck no! Nightstand. Condom. Now,” he ordered, lightly tapping her ass.

Quickly doing as he asked, Lizzie handed him the foil wrapper and the instant the condom covered him, he flipped her over, pulling a surprised gasp from her. He quickly quieted her with that wonderful mouth of his as he thrust inside of her, knocking her head into the headboard and she swore she heard bells with each masterful stroke of his.

“Do you hear bells?” she whispered in his ear when he leaned in and suckled her neck.

He paused and that’s when she heard it—the doorbell. Glancing at the clock then back to her, Marc appeared torn and she couldn’t have that right now. She needed this orgasm. He built it perfectly. “Forget about it,” she urged, reaching up and taking his bottom lip within hers, tugging on it while she squeezed his cock.

With a smile, he did just that and focused on making her scream.

“Be right back,” Marc said after depositing the condom in the trash. “Gonna check the door,” he added, pulling on his jeans from yesterday.

Pushing herself out of bed, she went to the bathroom and took care of business. While she washed her hands, Lizzie looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and a smile touched her lips at the glow radiating from her skin along with all the love bites gracing her shoulders and breasts. Touching each one, she thought about how she’d received them and sighed.

She looked well-fucked and loved it.

Throwing on her shorts and top, she wrapped everything else in her hoodie as she heard Marc walking up the stairs. He stood in the doorway, shirtless and wearing only his jeans. He hadn’t bothered to button them and looked so damn sexy that all she could think of was getting him out of them.

“Good morning,” he said, sauntering further into the room. He rummaged through the armoire looking for clothes.

“Is it?” she asked.

He turned to regard her, looking confused. “What?”

“Morning?” she supplied.

“For a few more minutes, it is,” he chuckled lightly.

She smiled her dismissal of the topic. “I had a terrific time last night.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, stalling his search of his dresser and stepping over to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close.

“Yeah . . .” she answered, standing on her tiptoes and pulling his head down to kiss him, her hunger for him fueling her boldness. His hold around her tightened and she could feel his arousal between them. Abruptly, he pulled his mouth from hers.

“Oh, babe . . . I don’t want to stop—I truly don’t, but I’m already way late, and I won’t live it down if I don’t go.”

“Where?” she asked, placing kisses on his chest.

He moaned against her hair. She knew when her lips found his neck she was making it a struggle for him to concentrate. “Uh . . . the Cubs/Sox game with Tom and a few of our buddies . . . oh, God, you have got to stop or my friends will hate me,” he groaned half-heartedly, the pads of his fingers pressing into her hips.

She pulled her head back, loving the arousal swimming in his eyes. “Marc, was this just one night? Is this it?” she asked, her hands finding a home inside the back of his pants, caressing the bare skin.

“Heck, no . . . I can come over to your house after the game . . .”

“You don’t know where I live.” She rested her head against his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat. He placed his chin on the top of her head.

“Well . . . will you tell me where you live?”

“I’ll write it down for you before I leave, I promise. I’ll even leave you my number,” she replied, looking up at him.

“You better or else . . .” he warned jokingly.

His lips quickly found hers again then he stepped back but she wanted him to know what he would be missing. Lizzie pulled him back, her tongue darting into his mouth, her fingers tracing the waist of his jeans, occasionally slipping between the fabric and his skin.

He frantically broke the embrace. “Okay, okay . . . be nice, will ya? Haven’t you tortured me enough already? I have to sit at the game thinking of you,” he paused. “When I’d rather be with you—here—preferably naked,” he added.

As he headed into the bathroom, she smiled at him. He turned back. “Lizzie?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t forget to leave your address and number.”

“I won’t,” she said, a pleased smile breaking out on her face.

“Good. Now get before I yank you in here with me,” he exclaimed jokingly, pointing towards the door.

“But I like that idea.”

He chuckled. “Bye, Elizabeth.”

Damn, she really liked how he said her full name as if it was full of promise of what was to come.

Marc

Marc drove like a madman down North Avenue, zooming around cars before hopping onto Ashland Avenue. He checked the clock on the radio again—1:15.
Fuck!
The game started in five minutes and he wasn’t even close to Addison yet.

Being with Lizzie shorted his brain. He’d completely forgotten about the game until he found a folded piece of paper under his front door with the word “asshole” written on it. Inside of it was his ticket to the game and another message, “Ho’s before bros?”

Tom’s message definitely wasn’t subtle. Marc knew his best friend was pissed at him for messing with tradition. For years, Marc and his friends went to at least one of these crosstown rivalry games and cheered on their Cubs. Marc loved this time with his friends and hadn’t wanted to miss it. His brother, Clark, as well as Todd and Marty would be there. It’d been a few months since he’d last seen them. They’d supposedly gotten in late last night, just for this game. If they could make it, he could pull his cock out of Lizzie’s hypnotizing pussy.

But just barely.

Traffic on Addison was close to impossible, but eventually he got to Clark Street and found a quick park where he crammed his car in the lot and got out of the car to pay the attendant.

“Thirty dollars,” said the attendant.

“Thirty dollars? Give me a break,” Marc muttered as he dug the money out of his wallet.

He ran to the main gate of Wrigley Field, handed the attendant his ticket, and entered the stadium. Checking the stub, he was happy that they’d be sitting on the first base side, five rows from the bullpen.

Awesome
, he thought as he made his way through the excited crowd to the beer cart. He waited in line, where he finally had a moment to relax, but he didn’t relax—he kept picturing a naked Lizzie before him, her sweetness waiting for him to fill her. God, she was amazing. So much in such a small package. Shaking his head, he smiled because he knew he’d just landed upon something really good. She was smart, beautiful, feisty as hell, and had a sense of humor to match his. He’d never laughed as much as he had while in bed with a woman. Not to mention her uncanny ability to turn him on with just her smile.
So damn sexy!

Fuck, just thinking about her turned him on, he thought, shifting his shorts to accommodate the swell growing there.

Marc got his beer and headed to his seat. With a glance at the scoreboard, he saw that it was the top of the second and the Cubs were up two to one.
Good start
, he thought, searching the crowd for his friends and spotting Tom on his way down the steps.

“Hey, guys.”

Five guys turned their heads. Tom and Ollie plus the three faces he’d been missing lately—Clark, Todd, and Marty. He was so glad to see these guys though he couldn’t come out and say he missed them. Maybe to his little brother, but not to the others. They would never let him live it down.

“It’s about time you show up, asshole,” Tom jeered, throwing a peanut at him.

Yup. Just a little pissed off.

Spotting the beer vendor, Marc hailed him over to get his friends some beers. “Hey, I come with beer.”