Up All Night (15 page)

One day, one night without her and
he was like a madman, desperate to feel her, take her. He pushed another finger
inside her and anchored his free hand against the trunk of the tree beside her
head.

 
Her head fell back and she ground herself
against his throbbing cock.

He pressed harder, finding her clit
and working her until her heady moans told him she was close to climax. “I want
you,” he ground out as she continued to buck against his hand. “I want you
naked, your legs wrapped around me as I push my cock so hard and deep inside
you that my name will echo around these woods as you scream it.”

“Oh Marco … yes…” She shuddered
around his fingers, her inner muscles repeatedly clenching and relaxing before
finally her body went still.

As Marco’s cock continued to throb,
Beth collapsed against him. Mad with the need to drive himself inside her, he
withdrew his fingers and spun her around to face the tree, her back against his
chest.

He yanked down her jeans and
panties, pushed his knee between her legs spreading them as far as her clothes
would allow. “Hold on,” he growled as he pulled down his zipper.

When she didn’t move, he took her
arms and placed her hands on the tree.

“My pocket,” she said on a moan as
she wiggled her hips. “Condom.”

“Shit.” He reached down and fumbled
for the packet. His hands shook as he sheathed himself but he was so desperate
to get inside her that he pulled her hips back a little too roughly and her
hands momentarily came away from the tree.

“Marco,” she whimpered. “Do it.
Please.”

He levered up her hips, placed a
hand on her lower back, then plunged into her.

As he pumped, hard and fast, Beth’s
throaty moans spurred him on. His own grunts echoed around the quiet woods and
soon his climax neared with frightening speed.

He threw his head back, clenched his
teeth, all the while thrusting into her like a madman until, finally, he came.

Seconds later, Beth reached her own
climax and they both collapsed.

“Wow.” She laughed. Her body melted
back against him, languid and spent. “That’s the best walk I’ve had in ages.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him
with the cat smile that always played across her mouth after sex. “Why don’t we
head back to my place? We can let the coffee percolate while we take all our
clothes off and I can ravish you next time.”

“You did pretty well this time.”

She laughed again. “I can do better.
And seeing as you just gave me two fabulous orgasms, there might be a blow job
in it for you.”

“Shit.” His cock jerked, his blood
reheated.

“Then I’ll wrap my legs around you
so you can push your cock hard and deep inside me and I can scream out your
name.”

He managed a smile as she parodied
his own earlier words back to him. “I’m ready when you are.”

She squeezed around until she faced
him. “I like tree sex.”

“Then we’ll do it again. Soon.” He
zipped up his jeans then pulled out his cell. “Need to let someone know I’ll be
a little late getting in this morning.”

Beth fastened her own jeans and
tucked in her tee shirt. “Bunking off work?” She tsked. “Naughty boy.”

He cupped her now covered mound.
“Count on it.”

While Marco arranged for cover at
the bar, Beth called for Roscoe, who came racing back from wherever he’d been
amusing himself and earned himself a treat for behaving while his mistress enjoyed
her own playtime in the woods.

“Give me one of those.” Marco put
away his cell then held out his hand to Beth who plopped two bone-shaped
biscuits into his palm. He hunkered down to offer the treats to Roscoe who
scooped them up with a surprisingly soft mouth. “You earned these, buster. Make
good for the rest of the morning and your Uncle Marco will make sure you get a
whole bucket load.”

When the dog licked him, Marco liked
to think that the dog was giving him a signal of male solidarity. He was starting
to like the mutt.

****

When they got back to the cottage,
Beth coaxed Roscoe into his bed in her small kitchen and gave him another
treat. The dog settled immediately, and Beth turned to Marco who stood in the
doorway.

She kept her gaze on his as she unzipped
her jacket. “What are you doing standing there? You know the way to my
bedroom.”

 
When he’d arrived on her doorstep at such an
early hour and begged a coffee, Beth had been certain he was there to break up
with her. She’d feared her suggestion that they invite another man into their
bed had been one step too far for Marco. She worried she’d been too pushy even
suggesting it, wondering if Marco liked to be the one to take the lead.

She hadn’t been able to shake the
thought he might be finished with her, especially after she’d refused Amber’s
supper invite with the excuse she was working late. She hadn’t exactly been
timetabled to work the late shift, but had swapped with a colleague so she
didn’t have to feel it was an outright lie.

That he wasn’t breaking off with her
filled her with relief, but she needed to set the record straight by telling
him she now accepted his history with Amber and threesomes. Group sex didn’t
ring her bells. In fact, she couldn’t believe she’d suggested they have a
threesome of their own. What if he’d taken her up on it?

As much as she wanted to experiment,
to push the sexual boundaries a little, she wanted to do it with Marco. Nobody
else.

She couldn’t remember having enjoyed
a man’s company quite so much as she did Marco’s and had certainly never
enjoyed sex the way she did with him. She trusted him. Trusted him to take care
of her. In the woods he’d been a little rough, but she’d loved it and had
certainly not felt threatened in any way. With Marco she never did. She was willing
to try just about anything with him.

Marco had already undressed when
Beth stepped into her bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching with a
feral gleam in his eyes as she treated him to a slow striptease.

Naked, she moved between his legs,
wrapping her arms around his neck. She loved how his gaze fell to her
breasts when he placed his hands on her hips and held her close enough that all
he had to do was lean forward a fraction, open his mouth, and her nipple would
be covered by his hot, eager lips. Her sex clenched at the thought. “See
anything you like?”

His gaze lifted to hers. “As it
happens.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” She
thrust her breasts at him. “Take it.”

She barely got the words out before
his tongue flicked out and lathed her nipple. She dropped her head back,
closing her eyes as his tongue lapped her tight bud. She loved the feel of
his mouth on her tender flesh, loved how his fingers dug into her hips to hold
her steady.

“My cock’s so damn hard already,” he
said as he licked her nipple. “I need to be inside you again.”

She leaned back a little and ran her
forefinger along his bottom lip. “I owe you something first, remember?”

He shook his head. “First touch of
your mouth, I’ll lose it.”

Beth eased back, slowly dropping to her
knees.  “We’ll see.” She eased his thighs wider so she could shift between
them and took his cock into her hands. His sharp inhale made her smile and she
looked up into his dark chocolate gaze.

Interlocking her fingers around the
base of his erection, Beth took the tip of him into her mouth.

“Fuck, Beth. I’m warning you…”

She disregarded his warning groan
and took more of him into her mouth, loving the salty rich taste of him and the
way his whole body tensed as he dropped back onto his elbows. The action pushed
more of his cock into her mouth and she sucked him in. Slowly, she took him
deeper, ignoring his harsh curse as she did so. His breathing became erratic,
his curses emitted on a low growl.

His cock jerked in her mouth as he
sat up sharply, then his hands were in her hair and he pulled her head back so
fast that her teeth grazed along his length. “That’s enough.”

He stood, pulling her up in front of
him, before twisting so that she tumbled onto the bed and his hard body covered
her. His kiss was hard and unremitting, and Beth mewled as he cupped her
mound and began manipulating her throbbing pussy.

She bent her knees and widened her
legs so he could slide two fingers inside her. His mouth moved along her jaw,
down her neck and he bit gently into the tender flesh. Already she felt the
promise of climax, but she didn’t want to come with his fingers inside her. She
wanted his dick. His hard, thick, throbbing erection. “Marco. I want you.”

“Oh, you’ll get me,
bella
.”
He withdrew his fingers and moved down her body. The first touch of his hot
mouth against her throbbing pussy and she arched up violently. Using his hands,
Marco separated her pussy lips and slid his tongue along her heated folds.

Beth arched again, writhing against
the bed as her hands reached out for purchase. She gripped the sheet as his
tongue found her clit.

Slowly, he ran his tongue around it,
taking care to avoid the sensitized tip of the hard bud.

“Marco. Please.
Touch
Me.
”

Still he wouldn’t give her the
relief she craved and Beth raised herself on her elbows. “Marco—”

The breath whooshed out of her as
Marco withdrew his mouth from her pussy and flipped her over onto her stomach.
She lay prone, turning her head to the side to try and see what he was doing.
She heard rather than saw him roll on a condom, the rip of the foil echoing
across the sound of her tortured breaths.

He yanked up her hips until she was
on her knees with her ass in the air. His hands were on either side of her
hips, holding her steady as he knelt behind her. “That’s what you get for
torturing my cock with your mouth,
bella
mia
.” His hot breath slid over her earlobe and she felt the nudge of his
cock at the entrance to her slit. “Next time I tell you to stop and you don’t,
there’ll be harsh consequences.”

 
“You don’t stop when I tell you,” she felt
compelled to point out as her whole body shivered in anticipation.

When he didn’t answer or press into
her, Beth tried to push back again him, but he held her firm.

He slipped one hand down over her
stomach, his finger delving into her pussy finding her clit. “You should know I
plan to fulfill those needs and desires of yours,” he warned in a low growl
against her neck. “And along the way I’ll be fulfilling some of my own. You’d
better prepare yourself,
bella mia
.”

He pushed into her, stealing her
breath with the force of his invasion. Beth squeezed her eyes shut, reveling in
the strength of his possession and in the promise of his words.

Oh, she was prepared, she thought as
he pounded into her. It seemed as if she’d spent all her life being prepared.
For Marco. Only Marco.

Chapter Twelve

“You have a vibrator?” Marco lay on
his back in Beth’s bed a couple of nights later and stared at her as if she’d
grown two heads.

“Don’t know why you’re so surprised.
Most women do.” She laughed when he continued to stare at her. “Not that I’ve
felt the need to use it since meeting you.”

That seemed to please him, since he
glanced over at the drawer she’d indicated while making her confession. “You
have any other surprises in there?”

“Can’t think of any. Why?”

“Thought you might need lube. For
the dick substitute.”

“Dick substitute?” She rolled her
eyes. “Honestly, men can’t let themselves believe that a woman might just want
a sexual release. They have to think she really only needs what a man can give
her.”

He stretched and folded his arms
behind his head. “Whatever way you want to look at it, it’s a dick substitute.
And you haven’t answered my question.”

“Yes. I have lubricant.” Beth
narrowed her eyes as Marco grinned. “What did you have in mind?”

Except she already knew. And how
could she deny him? If he wanted to use the vibrator on her, or watch her use
it on herself, she wouldn’t refuse. She wanted to experience everything with
Marco and have him experience everything with her, although she doubted there
was much he hadn’t done.

Since he hadn’t answered her
question, she took the tube from the drawer and offered it to him.

He reached out and touched her chin
as he raised his eyebrows. “You’re okay with it?”

“Why not?”

He eyed her steadily before sitting
up and pulling her over until she straddled him. “You don’t sound too sure. If
you don’t want to…”

“I do.” She placed her hands on his
chest and let her fingers brush over his taut muscles. “I want to do anything
you want.”