“No more, Alex,” she whined. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
He carefully withdrew his fingers from her heated center and slowly lifted them to his mouth where he made quite a demonstration of licking her juices off his skin. Grabbing his cock, he stroked it slowly while her eyes devoured the sight.
OH, MY GOD, HE WAS killing her. How much devastating pleasure and thundering desire could one person handle? When he’d suggested they enjoy a bit of hot tub playtime, Meghan figured they’d get naked, fool around a bit—maybe end up making love in the swirling water. She hadn’t been prepared for this demonstration of erotic control he was exercising.
The fact that he was being so cool about it—unhurried, deliberate—just made it worse. When he’d made her put her hands behind her back and stand straddling his thighs, she almost came just from the anticipation of what he planned to do.
But he’d made a specific demand that she not climax. Only thing was, his clever, talented fingers pleasuring her pussy were destroying her resolve to be good. And he knew it, the devil.
She also knew he was deliberately trying to distract her from the anxiety that had been eating away at her all day. Of course, he knew. How could he not? They were joined in some weird cosmic way, and if there was one thing Alexander Marquez could not and would not abide, it was anything that made her unhappy, upset, afraid, or unsure.
But with most of one swollen breast stuffed in his mouth and the wicked way he was fingering her, she was fighting a losing battle. Her insides began to tense and tighten. Shit. She was going to come.
Struggling to disengage before her body took control, Meghan swayed, then staggered backward grunting, “Unf, no. No more, Alex,” she cried. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
When his fingers slowly withdrew, she regretted the loss immediately. Searching for words, she stared, transfixed, as Alex slid those same fingers into his mouth, growling and making quite a show of cleaning her wetness off, as she started to unravel. It didn’t help one little bit that he doubled down and started languidly stroking his dick. The bubbles churning about her knees, his hand moving up and down, the hot, openly lustful expression on his face, his tongue licking those damn fingers. Fuck. It really was too much.
He sat back again, his arms outstretched, and let his gaze slowly drift over her. She was a fucking mess. Shaking, breathing way too fast, emotions spiraling out of control. What was he up to?
“Too much?” he taunted with a devastatingly sexy smirk. “I highly doubt that,” he added with a meaningful sounding drawl. “Too much for the woman who planned an elaborate celebration for her new family? Too much for the woman who worries twenty-four seven about her pregnant sister? Too much for the woman who finds time in every day to drool over a baby, run a dog around, and manage a housekeeper and a cook? Too much for the co-conspirator hiding a surprise from everyone around her? Too much for the woman who single-handedly manages all this craziness? Baby. Come on.”
A shiver overtook her. Dipping into the heated water until it swirled around her chin, she thought about what he was trying to show her. She might be the teacher, but Alex had a way of explaining things in real world terms that she found powerful. And usually—dead on.
“Meghan,” he said. She turned and looked at him. “Being my wife doesn’t mean you have to try and be somebody that you’re not. This isn’t the nineteen hundreds. You aren’t marrying to become a social consort, a hostess, a party planner. Fuck all that crap, darling. If it’s too much, I don’t want you doing it.”
She squatted there, half submerged, and pouted. It wasn’t too much. She was over-reacting. But when taken all together, she really was up to her eyeballs in drama and way too much activity.
Moving swiftly, she lunged upright, water pouring down her body, and moved to sit on Alex’s lap. He had to rearrange on the seat of the tub to accommodate her ass as it plunked onto his legs. Slumping, her shoulders hunched, she sat there a minute and chewed on her lip.
“Okay, what the fuck?” he grumbled after a minute. “What’s wrong? Tell me, honey, before I burn this entire fucking place to the ground—‘cause I will, I swear it, if anything about our life here is making you so unsure.”
Tell him, her mind screamed. Tell him about earlier when you almost lost it.
She glanced at him through lowered lashes. God. He was magnificent. And right now he was scowling for all he was worth, a dangerous fire burning in his expression. He really would annihilate anything or anyone that fucked with her in any way. The thought brought instant relief—like letting go of the mouthpiece on a balloon and letting some of the air out so the thin sheath didn’t explode.
“I needed you before,” she muttered.
“Why?” he demanded. “What happened? Did somebody upset you?” Meghan was pretty sure she heard metaphorical bullets being loaded into a gun chamber.
“No, nothing happened. Not really,” she quickly assured him before he went off half cocked.
“What does not really mean?”
She sighed which only made her shoulders slump even more. She felt like a kid sitting there, dejected and definitely unsure. An over-developed kid, if the way her boobs floated in the water were an indicator.
“Well, you see…” she began tentatively. “It wasn’t like any one thing happened. Just all of a sudden, everything was too much. Tori. The baby. The boys getting a can of whup-ass opened on them. Calder and Stephanie. The wedding. Carmen, Betty and Ria. Just too much…” Her voice trailed off to a whisper. “I got scared.” The admission cut her like a knife.
“Oh baby,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer until she was laying on his chest. “It doesn’t mean you’re weak when you admit that, you know.”
“But,” she began hastily—a defense of her ball-busting persona on the tip of her tongue.
“No. There is no but. You’d be a fool if all that crap didn’t get to you at some point. Do you think there weren’t a thousand times during the war when fighting off the panic wasn’t the first thing that popped into my mind when I woke up?”
“That’s different,” she whined. “There were bullets flying. This is silly stuff.”
Alex chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Sweetheart—there’s nothing silly about this crazy-ass family we’ve got going on. We all have roles to play—it’s the way life is and I guess sometimes I lose sight of what it means—for you—because I’m the one who everyone looks up to. But I don’t like hearing that you needed me and I wasn’t there.”
She shrugged in his arms. “I didn’t need you to do anything, Alex. It wasn’t like that. I never felt like I didn’t have control of myself, but all of a sudden, I just …needed you. You. Not because I needed a rescue.”
She tilted her head up and looked at the man she loved. “I just needed you to look at me like you are now.”
“How am I looking at you, love?” he asked softly.
“Like I belong to you.”
It was a simple statement. So much truth in so few words. Meghan slid a hand into his hair, pressing against his head. When he lowered his mouth to hers, she opened immediately as he went deep.
She felt better. Letting him into her thoughts and emotions was powerful stuff. One thing she’d learned from the time they’d been apart was that sharing it all, the messy and chaotic along with the love, was the only way to build a lasting relationship.
They kissed. And kissed some more. He was good at claiming her mouth. Before long, her hunger had returned and she started squirming on his lap.
“Didn’t someone promise me a savage fuck that‘ll remind me all day tomorrow what we did tonight?”
Meghan put just enough naughty challenge in her voice to get a laugh from her eager lover.
“You’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” he teased. “Savage fuck? I can probably deliver a memorable pounding—if you’re a good girl.”
Oh shit. Good girl? Hmmmm. That particular dare usually meant he planned t
o assert his absolute dominance over her in some devastating way. Her pussy contracted with a mixture fear and lust. More orgasm denial? Probably. He took quite a bit of satisfaction from teaching her to have some fucking patience—something she struggled with. Once the hunger took over, she just powered into fuck-fuck-fuck mode.
“I’m hungry,” he whispered. “And I want to eat you.”
A blast of heat and a throbbing ache shot into her core.
“Up on deck, lover. On your back. Legs spread wide. You know what I want…”
Oh hell yeah, she knew what he wanted. Meghan shimmied and slid up Alex’s hard body, rubbing her tits on his hair-covered chest as she clamored from the water. The tile and stone deck was warm from the heated tub—she snatched a plush towel laying nearby and tossed it down. Moving into position, she lay back, the towel under her head and shoulders, her ass hanging on the edge of the tub, knees bent and open. Full access. As commanded.
He didn’t waste a second, parting the outer lips of her sex as water continued to sluice down her body. He gently touched her swollen clit, making her jump at the contact.
“Lie still, baby,” he demanded harshly. She could hear the impassioned lust he was exercising such complete control over.
Meghan sucked in a deep breath, and then another, and willed her body to remain still.
“That’s my girl,” he drawled. Touching her hardened nub again with just the tip of his finger got her clutching her hands into tight fists. “You have the most beautiful pussy, love,” he told her on a deep growling rumble.
She felt his hot breath on her exposed flesh a split second before he licked her with the broad, flat width of his tongue.
All she could do was groan. “Ahhhhhh…””
“So sweet and tasty.” He had his hands on her thighs, pushing them open wider.
A wild, intense pulsing broke out in her pelvis. Meghan whimpered softly and tried to calm her response.
He had the most wicked tongue and knew just how to eat her until she was dripping, out of control, and begging for release. Her hips started to writhe; she needed to come. He never let up, licking her damp flesh, sucking on her clit, flicking it mercilessly with his tongue. When he groaned and slid it into her opening, her muscles clenched.
But she didn’t want to get off without him. Meghan needed to feel like she belonged to Alex, totally, and that included her orgasms. When she came, it would only be with him buried deep inside her where he could claim her in the most basic way imaginable.
That desire gave her what she needed to calm, float blissfully on the edge of ecstasy as he devoured her pussy. It was magnificent, too. Every nerve ending in her body was poised for a massive climax. The longer she hung there, suspended in a cocoon of indescribable pleasure, the more powerful the desire and pleasure became.
He stopped licking and slid a beefy finger inside her. “You’re a very good girl tonight, my love,” he praised. She heard the love and satisfaction in his voice. He knew at what cost her compliance came. A shudder of hedonistic delight ripped through her.
With a silky whisper, he asked her, “Do you want to come, baby?” as he leisurely slid that one finger in and oh-so-slowly out, then in quickly with a delicious swirl before pressing his fingertip to the heated walls of her pussy as he drew it out again.
Meghan’s eyes were half-open. She was staring at the stars overhead although she didn’t exactly see them. Hanging ecstatically between shattering into a million pieces and continuing to be still and compliant as he built her pleasure, she knew there was only one answer she could give.
“Not without you.”
Her answer must have pleased him because she heard his hiss on a deep inhale. His finger left her overly stimulated flesh a second before he fastened his mouth onto her exposed pussy. Licking, sucking, nibbling like a beggar at a sumptuous feast, he sent her into sensual overdrive. She let out a long, tortured groan as her flesh quivered.
In the next instant, she felt him shift position and move into the space between her wide open legs. The fat head of his impressive cock pressed against her opening. She whimpered knowing what would come next. He didn’t disappoint.
With a mighty lunge, he slammed into her. Hard. So hard, she cried out.
“Again?” he asked.
She wrapped her legs around his torso and rolled her hips lodging him deeper. They both groaned.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he growled.
Pulling back, she felt his mighty staff slide along the wet walls of her pussy. Leaving just the throbbing tip of his cock inside her, she started getting fuzzy when he teased her opening with an unexpected rocking motion. Oh God.
He slammed deep again, stretching her to accommodate his girth. When he was fully seated, the devil ground his hips several times in a pulsing circular motion that made stars appear in her head.
He was breathing heavily. They both were.
“More?” he taunted.
He was looming over her, his hands planted on the tile, as he flexed his hips and buried his cock inside her.
She couldn’t talk, so she just groaned. And writhed. Canting her hips to make his thrusts easier.
“Meghan,” he growled. “Look at me.”
Opening her eyes was difficult. She didn’t feel in control of her body at all. Every sensation was radiating from her core.
She stared up at him.
“Savage fuck,” he murmured, his eyes glittering with primal satisfaction. She was his to do with as he pleased. “Hang on, baby. You’re going to feel this.”
And then all hell broke loose. Alex pounded into her with a ferocity that stole her breath. He was so strong and powerful, pinning her body underneath his as he literally hammered her with his mighty cock. She grabbed onto his forearms to help her stay in place because he was thrusting so hard, she was in danger of having her backside scrape across the concrete as he moved her with each hearty stroke.
He slammed into her over and over, grunting like an animal. At the end of a particularly devastating thrust, he held still, his cock pulsing wildly inside her. That was all she could take. Undulating uncontrollably, Meghan’s pussy contracted violently and started convulsing.
“Alex,” she cried. Her back arched as muscles she didn’t know she had spasmed.
“I’m right here, honey,” he assured her, then the world tilted on its axis, and she lost all control. Stroking deeply, he fed the ravenous climax ripping her apart.
Time slowed. She screamed, “Love me, Alex,” as a colossal orgasm took her under.
She felt him swell inside her. Knew he was watching as the ecstasy he’d delivered overtook her. When the moment was right, he bellowed loudly and came apart on top of her.
Knowing he was bathing her insides with his essence, Meghan cried out again and squeezed with all her might, claiming every drop. It had been savage and blunt fucking at its best.
They were both spent when he collapsed on her. She let her legs slide down his thighs and lay there on the hard tile with Alex’s face pressed to her tits, his breathing ragged and harsh.
When he could move at last, he pulled out of her sated body and did something unexpected that he’d never done before. Murmuring, “I have to see,” he used his hands to part her legs and moved back enough that he had a clear view of her opening. She shuddered. Such a primitive reaction—wanting to see her swollen pussy after he’d so brutally fucked her. Watching as his come dribbled out of her body. It felt so…wanton and yet so perfectly natural.
It was a long time after that until she could actually move. He grabbed a couple of towels from the cabana and wrapped her up in one using the other to tie around his hips.
“Can you walk,” he asked. She in no way missed the primal triumph she detected in his voice.
Honestly? She wasn’t fucking sure. She was definitely sore, no doubt about that. There had been nothing gentle about what he’d just done to her. Meghan tried but miserably failed to hide the satisfied smirk on her face.<
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Nailing him with a coquettish pout, she pressed against him and played with a bit of chest hair. “If I say yes, I can walk, does that mean there will be a repeat performance once we get to the bedroom?”
Alex barked with laughter. Swatting her towel-covered ass, he pushed her along in front of him saying, “Roll those wicked hips woman and I guaran-fucking-tee when we get upstairs, my cock would love to pound that greedy pussy some more until walking is strictly optional.”
“Aw, you sweet talker, you.”
He grinned at her. She loved that look. Her sexy-as-fuck Major, with his longish, unkempt hair, several days’ beard, and a dazzling smile that made her knees knock together. Lord, but she was lucky.
As they approached the bottom of the wide staircase, he said, “Go ahead,” gesturing with a nod that she should walk in front of him. Such a gentleman.
When he palmed her bare ass as she slid by, she almost stumbled. Righting herself, she looked into his face and saw him leering at her in a way that was not gentlemanly at all.
“Up you go,” he ordered.
Oooooh, that man! she giggled in her head. He was going to stand there and watch her naked ass under the snug towel as she climbed the stairs. He wanted some naughty hip rolling? Wasn’t that what he said? Well, she snorted, let’s see what he thinks about this. And with that, she gave him the performance of a lifetime. Stopping near the top, with one foot already on the next step—she shot him her best bratty goddess look and drawled, “Coming?”
With one quick flick of his fingers, the towel barely covering his manly parts dropped to the floor. Meghan swallowed hard. Oh. My God. The man was a masterpiece. All big and brawny, looking like he’d been chiseled from stone. And there, the thing she couldn’t avoid, his manhood jutting long and thick from his body.
As he climbed the stairs, she watched, spellbound. The way he moved, his muscular perfection. Those damn thighs. And his gorgeous cock which was pointing straight at her, like a moth to the flame, an arrow on target.
“Coming?” he rumbled. “Oh, baby, I think so.”
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