Werewolf in a Suit book 2 (Werewolf,Romance,Paranormal) (2 page)

“That’s not true,” I protested, stringing the sentence together with difficulty. His parted mouth descended over my other breast, and when his tongue darted out to tease my too-tight nipple, I convulsively yanked on his hair. “We did have some private experiences together, sort of.”

Marcus made a questioning noise with his mouth still affixed to my flesh, and the vibrations from his voice sent tremors shooting along my limbs. When he spoke, additional shockwaves spread through my body, but I managed to decipher what he was trying to say.

“What do you mean, where?” Frowning, I tried to think of a few good examples, but I had to give Marcus credit – he was making coherent, logical thought an impossible task. A vague memory floated to the forefront of my mind, and I blurted out, “What about last week, the night of that big party? We were in your car, and I know there wasn’t anyone else there.”

He threw me an incredulous look before moving away from my now-swollen breasts – finally – and his moist lips moved across my midriff when he reminded me, “Lily, love, we were parked right in front of the resort. Everybody who walked in there would have been able to see us, if they’d looked.”

His tongue flicked my navel, and with a soundless gasp, I retorted, “Yes, but they didn’t, and that’s my point.”

Marcus shook his head, and sparks fired up in my blood as his stubble scratched against my abdomen. “Nope, that’s still public,” he declared, pressing a soft kiss right above my mound. “Try again.”

Anticipation made me heady and unable to speak as he pressed his nose to the light curls above the apex of my thighs, and my arms slipped to my sides when I felt him inhale deeply; I couldn’t hold back my disappointed sigh when he knelt on the grassy ground and gripped my thigh, passing over the place where I needed him to be the most.

Spreading my legs until they were at least a foot apart, Marcus skimmed the flat of his palms along the backs of my thighs, alternating between trailing his fingertips across my skin and raking his nails on my flesh. When I was writhing against the tree, my back burning from all the scratches I’d undoubtedly given myself, he reached up and squeezed my ass. His touch slowed, and as he rubbed my cheeks, he stared at me expectantly. “Do you have an answer for me?” he asked, his head still annoyingly far from my body.

“What about here, right now?” I threw out, gesturing at the backyard with wild movements. “We’re in your house, so it’s not really public.”

“But we’re outdoors,” he pointed out, his hands stilling. “So it’s not really private, either.”

Barely suppressing a frustrated snarl, I bit out, “Then I give up. I’m an exhibitionist, apparently, and I won’t bother with clothing next time.”

Marcus looked up at me, his blue eyes dark and forbidding, and I felt a perverse thrill at knowing that I had displeased him, somehow. “That,” he began, a thread of something ominous in his voice, “is a terrible idea.”

He slapped the curve of my ass in reprimand, and crying out in surprise, I bucked my hips and almost threw him off of me. Sharp bursts of pain darted through my veins from the stinging point of contact, and I hissed when he rubbed soothing circles into the bruise.

Swearing under my breath, I tried to take a few calming breaths – not that I’d be able to get any calm with Marcus and his hands – and demanded, “Then what was the point of all the questions?”

With a slight smile, he parted my cheeks, squeezing them in his grip before he let them go. He shifted a tiny inch closer as he said, “I just wanted to see how much you could handle before giving up your principles.”

“And now that you’ve found out?” I couldn’t care less about his answer, but I had to ask; for some reason, I was sure he wouldn’t budge if I didn’t wrap this conversation up the way he wanted.

Marcus smirked in response, and my knees trembled when I saw how openly carnal his expression was. “Now, Lily,” he told me, draping my left leg over his shoulder. “I’m going to make you scream.”

I had just enough time to blink at his outrageous declaration before he swooped forward and sucked my slick folds into his mouth. Wonderful, overpowering heat spread in a dizzying rush from his lips all the way across my body, melting my spine and setting my skin on fire. A loud moan slipped out of my throat as he kissed his way around one side, then the other, sliding his tongue along the length of my slit as he moved.

Marcus shifted a little higher, and his wandering lips closed over my clit; for one surreal moment, stars burst to life in my field of vision, and I thought I was losing my mind. My hips rolled into his face, pressing my pussy harder into his mouth, and when he rubbed his tongue around my clit – but never once touching it directly – I was sure I’d never stop buzzing.

Every new swipe felt wetter than the last one, and every touch of his tongue and his lips and his teeth wound me just a little bit tighter. My pulse sounded abnormally loud, my back was slipping against the tree, my breasts were heaving before my eyes, and my world had shrunk down to only that part of me that had Marcus attached as a beautiful bonus.

Then I felt him thrust his tongue into my pussy, and I gave up trying to figure out what it was he was making me feel.

One of his hands moved to massage my clit, while the other reached around to cup the curve of my butt. My ankle dug into his shoulder as he twisted and pushed his tongue, switching depths and changing speeds at will. He nipped at my folds and trailed his fingers down the cleft of my ass, and I squeezed my eyes shut, nearly undone by all the fireworks his touch was setting off through my body.

The pressure – between my thighs, in my chest, deep in my gut – was starting to become too much for me to handle, and when one of his fingers pushed into me at the same time as his tongue, the dam broke and I came apart at the seams.

Crying out, I used my heel to shove him forward, needing him to stop and never stop as wave after wave of pure bliss filled me to the brim. My blood felt too hot, my bones felt too weak, and with noises that were as incoherent as my thoughts, I clenched around his tongue, relishing the harsh bite of his teeth against my too-sensitive folds. My pulse raced – dangerously fast, in my opinion – and when Marcus pulled himself away from me, I sighed, riding out one of the best orgasms I’d ever had to the best of my ability.

I blinked when I felt him lower my leg, a breathy giggle slipping through my dry lips as the grass tickled my foot. Marcus stood, his jaw glistening and his expression predatory, and as he stepped closer to my trembling body, a fresh and painful burst of heat flooded the pit of my abdomen; I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted him, mere seconds after I’d had my mind blown.

He smirked, and my heart squeezed in my chest. “Told you I’d make you scream,” he said, sounding smug and incredibly pleased at the same time.

Seized by a sudden urge to devour him – or at the very least, wipe the self-satisfied look off of his face – I threw my arms around his neck and yanked him forward, licking his jaw clean before letting my lips touch his. Our tongues met, and we groaned in sync, evidently equally aroused at the taste of sex in the other’s mouth.

His hands moved from my waist to my back to my breasts to my ass, and he managed to send sparks flying through every single place he touched. He trailed his fingertips down my arms and moved his lips along my neck, pulling at the curve of my shoulder with his teeth. My sweat-dampened breasts slid against his defined chest, and I whimpered at the friction between the hair on his torso and my raw nipples.

Seemingly in no hurry at all, Marcus dropped a series of kisses along the column of my throat, biting my earlobe before moving his attention to my jaw. Aching and hungry and so desperate for more than just light touches, I grabbed his cock with both hands, sighing in mingled relief and pleasure at the familiar weight on my palms; I’d gotten extremely well acquainted with this part of him over the past four weeks, and I didn’t think I’d ever stop craving more.

I skimmed my palms over his hot skin, delighting in the unyielding hardness that lay right beneath the surface. My fingers brushed the engorged head and came away wet, and as I bit my lip, I went over the spot again and again, until my hands slipped against him. With a sharp hiss, Marcus moved his hands to grasp my waist and ignored my whimper of protest while pulling me down to the ground.

He laid me flat on my back, and as the damp grass poked into my skin, I realized that at some point, I’d lost my hold on his erection. However, when I raised my body to remedy the situation, Marcus shot me his bedroom stare – the one that silently demanded that I obey him or be punished – and with a giddy smile, I fell back to the ground.

He moved his hands down my sides and along my legs, slowly pushing my knees apart until there was enough room for him to settle between my thighs. My pulse spiked in anticipation as he grasped the base of his cock, tugging at his length a few times as he shifted closer. I followed his every movement, from the moment he first touched himself to the instant he slid his erection between my wet folds. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth when I felt the head press against my entrance, and my heart thudded away as I waited for him to move.

In the interval between one beat and the next, Marcus had pushed himself into my pussy, and for a moment, the world tilted on its axis.

Looming over my body, he placed his hands on either side of my head and began to move, rolling his hips into mine at an unhurried pace. My arms went to his back as I stared into his fiery blue eyes, and I matched his rhythm without having to think about it for a second. I dug my heels into the ground to leverage my body better, and in response, he smiled down at me and sped up.

My head spun as Marcus drove into my pussy, his thrusts going faster and his cock pushing harder, and I clawed into the flexing muscles in his back, needing something to keep me grounded. Heat passed back and forth between our bodies, making my skin feel like it had been set on fire. My vision blurred around the edges as his erection slipped out and rubbed against my clit, and I moaned as he guided himself back into me, his pace slow once again.

His shifting speeds were torturous and it was impossible to stay quiet when he began changing depths. Then he knelt higher on the grass and entered me from a higher angle, and a blaze erupted in the pit of my abdomen. Although I could feel him everywhere, I had no idea where he ended and where I began, and it was the most frustrating, exhilarating feeling in the world.

The backyard was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and skin meeting skin, and the scent of grass mingled with our combined musk to create an intoxicating smell that I would forever associate with Marcus and incredible sex. I stared at his face, framed perfectly by the darkening sky above, and licked away the beads of sweat peppering his upper lip.

I had no idea how long it had been since we’d fallen to the ground, but all of a sudden, Marcus gritted his teeth and began slamming into me with greater intensity than he had before. From the way the muscles in his abdomen were rippling, I knew he was close, and I pushed my hips harder into his, unwilling to be left behind. Apparently we were on the same page, since he brought one of his hands to my breast and teased my nipple, trying his best to hurry me along.

I slipped my hand between our shifting bodies, brushing his taut stomach before reaching for my clit. He squeezed my breast as I pinched the engorged nub, and I closed my eyes as the fire within me roared and reached a new high. Marcus switched to my other breast and I stroked the hood of my clit, and not three seconds later, the inferno exploded and sent a blaze of pleasure rippling through my body.

From a distance, I knew that Marcus was still jerking into me, his cock going deep but never staying very long, but I was too unfocused to feel anything except insane amounts of bliss. It washed over me in waves, sending my pulse rocketing to the sky and setting my lungs on fire. My pussy clenched and unclenched around Marcus, attempting to milk him dry and elicit a few aftershocks in the process.

I was still floating on my post-orgasmic cloud of wonder when Marcus came to an abrupt halt, his pelvis sticking to mine as his face contorted in ecstasy. Arching my back, I shifted until my walls had his cock in a tight grasp, and a grin spread across my lips as I felt him twitch inside me; when he finally went still, Marcus chose to collapse on top of me without pulling out.

We lay together in silence for a while, trying to catch our breath and waiting for our hearts to start beating normally again. I traced lazy circles into his back, shivering as his breath cooled my overheated neck. I heard crickets chirp in the background and absently wondered where they’d come from.