His for the Weekend, page 6
“You’re teasing me.” Her breath caught when he rested fully inside her. His hard length caused her stomach to flutter and her pussy to clench.
Marcus groaned and she tightened her pussy muscles once again. But still he didn’t move. Time to take action.
“Come on Marcus, a turtle moves faster than you do.” Taunting him may not be the best idea, but if it got him moving it would be worth it. “Hell, a vibrator would do a better job than you’re doing right now.”
“Oh really.” He pulled back, but sank into her at the same slow pace.
It was all Cassie could do not to pound her fists against his back and demand he go faster.
“Let go of your fear.”
“I’m not afraid.” She tried to buck against him, but he held her hips immobile with his. “You’re an ass, you know that.”
“Humm, don’t give me ideas. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
Oh. Dear. God. Liquid heat flowed through her veins. There was no fear only anticipation and need.
“Maybe not today,” he whispered against her skin.
She blew out a breath only to suck it in again when he seemed to sink further into her. Her pussy tightened, wanting more of him.
“Do you know how much I’m enjoying fucking you?” His breath was hot against her skin. “Maybe later when you’re up to it, we’ll try it doggy style so I can get deeper penetration.”
Deeper? How much further could he get? He was filling her to the brim now. A moan escaped her lips when he rotated his hips.
“Can you feel me, sweetheart?”
“Every damn inch.”
“Good.” His lips caressed her ear. “Feel my cock sliding into your pussy because I can keep this pace up for hours.”
Hours? Her pussy was gushing with wetness now, and his lazy strokes weren’t enough to send her over. She was going to be a basket case before he was through. But she’d beat him at his own game. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, she was sure of it.
Her clit ached for relief, her stomach kept tightening waiting for her to go over the edge.
“Fuck me, Marcus,” she whispered.
His green gaze captured hers. “Tell me what you want?”
“You.”
His lips spread into a grin. “Hold on.”
He pulled out and slammed back into her, then did it again. Faster and harder.
“Yes!” she cried out. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Her pussy tightened around him with each hard thrust he made. Her hips rose to meet his.
Her fingers grazed down his back as her legs curved around him.
“More,” she whispered.
Their harsh breathing filled the room, then his fingers were on her stomach moving south. Yes. Yes. Yes. She chanted silently when his warm fingers touched the top of her mound.
He brushed her clit and she cried out as her climax hit. Her body bowed against his, her pussy tightening around his cock.
“That’s it baby, come for me,” he encouraged as another orgasm shook her. He continued to thrust into her while his fingers danced over her clit.
Her entire being hummed with her climaxes, yet it was spiraling upward once again. Marcus continued to thrust into her. He must be close, she thought.
Then he pulled back and slammed back into her, at the same time he pressed down on her clit.
She arched into him as he climaxed, spilling his seed into her. Their bodies undulated against each other as their orgasms continued on and on. Finally, they collapsed against the mattress.
Cassie’s fingers found his hair, shifting through it. “That was incredible.”
“Fantastic.” His lips found hers, and he kissed her deeply, before rolling off of her onto his back.
Cassie lay there waiting for her heart to return to its normal rhythm and realized it probably never would. Not as long as Marcus was around. He’d already shown her more pleasure than she’d ever known, but he also helped her through her fears.
Marcus helped open a side of her she’d been afraid to explore. Good or bad, she would let that side out this weekend. She needed to let it out and see where it led. Turning her head, she stared at him.
His eyes were closed, and his faced relaxed. Her gaze traveled down over his broad chest covered with fine dark hair, his brown nipples barely visible, to his flat abdomen, on down to his groin.
His cock lay against his leg. Damn, he was big. She’d known that already, but it didn’t mean he didn’t intimidate her just a little bit. Then his cock twitched and she bit her lip.
“If you keep staring at me that way, you’re going to end up on your back with me buried to the hilt once again.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Her gaze met his as her fingers traced across his stomach, barely above his groin.
“Witch.” He captured her wandering fingers. “I think it’s time we moved on to phase two.”
“Phase two?” What did he have in store for her now? Excitement zinged through her veins rather than fear.
“Yes.” He slid off the mattress and she found herself admiring his tight ass.
Marcus knew Cassie was watching him. Good. Walking over to the dresser, he opened a drawer and pulled more toys out.
Returning to the bed, he set them on the nightstand before he strode into the bathroom. He was going to give her some time to look the toys over.
After he cleaned himself up, he pulled another washcloth from the cabinet and ran it beneath the warm water. Then he grabbed a fresh towel and strode back into the bedroom.
Cassie was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the items he’d placed on the nightstand.
“Lay back down, sweetheart.” Her gazed darted to him, then back to the nightstand, before she let out a breath and lay down.
She was tense once again. Sitting at her hip, he took the warm washcloth and began running it over her chest.
Her eyes drifted shut. “Oh, that feels good.”
“That’s the point.” He washed her breasts, arms, face and neck before moving lower. “Open your legs please.” He noted that her pussy was rosy, and kept his touch light. The cloth passed over her clit and she let out a gasp.
“Sore?” He wouldn’t be surprised, they’d played a little hard earlier.
“Sensitive.” Her hips wiggled, but he didn’t take it as an invitation. Now was not the time. He finished cleaning her legs, then used the towel to dry her off.
When he was done, he put the washcloth and towel back in the bathroom.
Cassie still lay on her back with her eyes closed and, while Marcus didn’t want to disturb her, they needed to talk.
“Why did you fight against us for so long?” he asked, sliding back onto the mattress, nudging her over.
“I don’t understand your question.”
She began to turn away from him, but he gathered her into his arms. “Don’t hide anymore, Cassie.”
A sigh left her lips. “I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to become involved.”
“And?” She was holding something back, she was too tense after their lovemaking, and her eyes avoided his. When she stayed silent, he cupped her chin and tilted her head up. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
Apprehension filled her blue eyes when they met his gaze. “Tell me why?”
Her tongue moistened her lips. “Because other men have always found me lacking.”
“Idiots.” His palm moved to her cheek. How could her past lovers think she was lacking, she was perfect. “They were inadequate, not you. Never you.”
“But they said—”
His fingers covered her lips. “Shall I prove it to you?”
“Prove what?” she mumbled against his skin.
“That you are a very sexual being and never lacking in anything.” He removed his hand from her mouth.
Doubt filled her eyes, and he vowed if nothing else came out of this weekend, she would understand her own sensuality better.
“Marcus, let’s not go off course for the weekend.”
“I’m not.” He took her mouth in a slow, long kiss. The men in her past were damn fools for not being able to see what they had in her.
Cassie had pure, raw sensuality within her, and he was going to tap into that. He wasn’t afraid of it or her pleasure. He broke the kiss.
“I’m going to pleasure you, Cassie, all weekend long. Give yourself over to me.”
“Marcus, I’m not—” Uncertainty crept into her voice.
“I know you saw my toys on the table.”
She nodded.
“When you’re ready, I’m going to use the egg on you.”
“Ready? Hell, my pussy is already dripping.”
He laughed as he sat up. “I want you to lay over these pillows.” He piled three of them up.
She eyed him, then the pillows, before her gaze came back to his. “If it bothers you, say your safe word.”
“It doesn’t.” She rolled onto her stomach and positioned herself over the pillows.
Much better. He ran his palms over her ass and she jumped.
“You’ve got one hell of a sexy ass.” He couldn’t wait until he was able to fuck her there. But that would take time, time for her to trust totally and completely.
“Oh really.” She wiggled her butt at him and he smiled, this was much better.
“Yes, but I like other parts of you too.” Two fingers traced down her butt, to find her wet mound. She let out a contented sigh as he stroked her. “Bring your knees up, sweetheart.”
He waited until she got her knees into position. “Spread them apart.” Her butt wiggled as she moved her knees out, opening herself up to his fingers and his gaze.
Stroking her a few more times, he pulled his fingers away and reached for the egg. “I’ve got the egg now.”
“And what do you plan on doing with it?”
Her question surprised him. “I’m going to pleasure you with it.” Using his fingers, he spread her pussy lips apart and placed the egg at her opening.
With gentle pressure, he pressed it up into her core. She wiggled as he placed the egg where he wanted it.
“Okay?” he asked, removing his fingers, allowing her pussy to conform around the egg.
“Yes.” Her voice was soft and full of wonder. Was it possible she’d never played with toys before?
He shook his head. It didn’t make sense. She worked for a sexual fantasy company. Maybe none of her other lovers ever played with her before, never revved her up.
Today, it was her pleasure he was after. His pleasure would come from watching her climax from his toys, from his touch, from his kisses.
Leaning back, he picked up the small remote and switched it on.
“Ohhhh.” Her hips pressed down on the pillows, and he noticed her sex twitching around the egg. Her skin flushed with excitement.
“Like it?”
“Oh yes. It’s different.”
“Haven’t you ever tried a vibrating egg before?”
“No.”
“Vibrator?” Maybe his assumptions were wrong, just because she worked for Fantasies Inc., didn’t mean she used toys.
“I’ve used a vibrator, but I don’t really like them.”
“Why?” The question slipped out as his palms covered her pale globes once again, caressing them.
“Too plastic.”
“A common complaint.” He watched goose pimples decorate her skin as he traced the pads of his fingers over her ass, up to her spine and back again. “Tell me what else you’ve tried?”
She turned her face into the mattress trying to hide her pink cheeks.
“Cassie?”
“This is embarrassing.” Her voice was muffled, but he smiled.
“There’s nothing you can’t talk to me about, you won’t surprise or scare me. But why don’t I go first.” He checked the egg to make sure it was secure, before leaning over her. “Do you know why I came to work for Fantasies Inc.?”
“No.” Her words were clearer.
“I wanted to create toys to satisfy both men and women, but also because I wanted to see the toys used. I enjoy watching both men and women as they are in sexual heaven.”
“You’re a voyeur?”
“Sometimes.” He moved the switch on the egg up another notch, noting the way her hips squirmed. “I like to see my toys bring pleasure. But pleasuring a man can be more difficult than a woman.”
Slipping his fingers down, he gathered her moisture and began massaging her sex with it.
“What did you create to pleasure a man?” Her voice wasn’t quite steady.
She was becoming aroused. Her hips moved in time with his fingers.
“I developed a sleeve a man can put over his cock and an egg to make it vibrate. The thing is, I added two other cylinders to it.”
“And what do they do?” Her voice was crisp and clear, but she’d turned her head back to the side and her eyes were closed.
Leaning down, he blew on her pussy, causing her to gasp. A smile danced around his lips. Settling back on his knees, he continued to stroke her pussy, while his other hand caressed her ass.
“The man puts the sleeve over his cock,” he started. “Then places one cylinder in front of his balls and the other one behind until they lock in place.”
“Ouch, sounds like it hurts.”
“Not when it’s done right.” Removing his hands from her pussy, he knew he wanted to do more for her. “Roll onto your back, but keep the pillows under your hips.”
He helped her position herself. His mouth watered, he couldn’t wait to taste her again. But first he had to finish his explanation.
“The cylinders are something like the egg you have inside your pussy.” He flicked the switch up another notch and her hips rose. “They stimulate his balls, and the sleeve sucks his cock. But he has perfect control of the levels, you don’t.”
His mouth covered her pussy as he turned the egg up another notch. She moaned and his palms covered her hips. He didn’t want her moving away from him.
Finding her clit, his tongue flicked it before drawing it deep into his mouth, then releasing it.
She was dripping, and she tasted sweet, like cotton candy. A taste he was becoming addicted to. He felt her inner muscles tightening and releasing around the egg. It wasn’t going to take much more to shove her over the top.
Burying his face in her sex, he played with her clit until the spasms started and she arched into his mouth.
Without pausing, he drove his tongue into her pussy, pushing against the egg, as his fingers found her clit and pressed.
She cried out as her orgasm hit. Finding the remote, he turned the egg up another notch and continued to feast on her.
Cassie opened her mouth trying to get more air. What the hell was he doing to her?
Her hips arched against his mouth, the heat in her belly flaring down to her thighs, spreading clear down to her toes as her first climax rolled over her, and she’d barely started down from it when another one hit.
Only with Marcus could she have multiple orgasms. She fully expected him to pull back, now. Instead, the egg increased its vibrations. How high did it go?
Oh, Lord. Did he have any idea of what he was doing to her? All these delicious and totally wicked things.
His tongue pressed against the egg and another climax tore through her, making her shake. Her head thrashed from side to side as her fingers curled into her palms.
Pleasure. So much pleasure. She’d never felt so alive, so much like a woman. And she was enjoying everything Marcus did to her.
Her belly and pussy began tightening again. What was this going to be number four or five? She wasn’t sure if she could take much more.
“Marcus,” she called out his name. Did he realize what he was doing to her?
“Go with it, sweetheart.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
Oh yes, he knew what he was doing. His mouth returned to her pussy as the egg began to vibrate even harder. Didn’t he understand? She was a big bundle of exposed nerves already. Soon she would explode all over the place unless he stopped.
But he wouldn’t stop. He continued to play her pussy like a well-tuned instrument.
Her stomach tightened, another orgasm was going to hit. She opened her mouth panting, then he removed his mouth and slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy.
“Shit,” she yelled, when Marcus wiggled his fingers, pushing the egg higher and pressing it against…her scream echoed around the room and she lost all control, her climax tearing through her.
She undulated under the force of her orgasm and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
It wasn’t until several minutes later that she realized Marcus had removed his fingers and the egg was no longer vibrating.
She couldn’t move. Hell, she could barely breathe. Marcus’ skin brushed over hers. She forced her eyes to open, to see him grinning down at her.
“How do you feel?”
“Boneless.” And sated.
“Very good.” He brushed a kiss over her lax mouth. “Have you ever screamed like that before?”
A blush filled her cheeks. “No.” Of course she hadn’t, she’d never, ever lost control like that.
“Another first,” he whispered, his fingers tracing over her damp skin.
Her hips shifted and the egg moved within her, causing shivers of pleasure to course through her veins. “Will you please take that damn egg out?”
“Don’t you like my toy?”
“Like it yes, but I don’t think I can stand another climax without passing out and, if it keeps shifting inside me every time I move, it’s going to happen.”
“Ah, I see.”
He slipped his fingers into her core and a moan left her mouth. She sighed when the egg slipped from her dripping sex.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He gave her another light kiss, and then slid the pillows from beneath her hips, one at a time. “Rest for a few minutes, I’ll be right back.”
The mattress shifted, but Cassie knew she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. Her muscles were so limp and loose, she was sated.
Hearing the water run in the bathroom, she knew she should get up and go take a shower, but she wasn’t ready to be upright yet.
