Because of course he does.
“Do you only want me to move in because it’s more convenient? Or do you want me to move in because you actually want to live together?”
I’m caught, trying to decide how to respond to that. I decide to revert back to high school and smack him in the arm while giving him the biggest eye roll I can muster. “Of course I want to live together. My point is that you basically live here already. If I didn’t want that, I’d kick you out on your ass every night. Instead I offered to buy you a dresser. Will you just say, ‘Yes, Kendra, I’d be happy to move all my stuff into your place and let go of my apartment,’ and put me out of my misery?”
His eyes dance with hilarity, and I can hear the suppressed laughter in his voice. “You need me to put your out of your misery, huh?”
I give him a glare. “Yes. I do.”
He pulls me into his lap and kisses me thoroughly before pulling back and looking me in the eye. “Yes, Kendra, I’d be happy to move all my stuff into your place, let go of my apartment, and put you out of your misery.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Happy?”
I heave a dramatic sigh. “Finally. Yes. Thank you. Sheesh.” I shove his shoulder, but he catches my hand, trapping it behind my back. Then he does the same with the other side, making my breasts press toward him.
He looks me over, appreciation clear in his face, and he makes a rumbling sound in his chest that I feel everywhere. “Hmm. I think I like this. Feisty Kendra at my mercy.”
“What are you going to do with me?” Rather than challenging and confident like I wanted, my voice comes out small and uneven.
Marcus’s eyes run all over my face, down my neck, lingering on my cleavage, doing that thing again like he’s memorizing the moment before they wander back to mine. “What would you like me to do with you?”
His voice is rough, the hard ridge pressing against my center making one of the things he’d like to do to me pretty clear.
Since I’m being feisty Kendra now, I don’t let him off easy by telling him I want him to rip my clothes off and make me come until I’m too exhausted to keep going.
Instead, I say, “I thought I was at your mercy. Aren’t you supposed to decide?”
His rumble this time sounds almost dangerous, and he presses his hips against me. “You want me to take control? Do whatever I want?”
I don’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
A wicked grin takes over his face. “Oh, babe, you just made my night.”
My eyes flare as he stands, moving slowly enough that my legs slide off his and my feet touch the floor, never releasing my hands. I tug against his grip, not hard, just testing to see what happens.
He arches an eyebrow. “Trying to escape already?”
“Just seeing if I could.”
Bending his head, he gives me a hard kiss, then runs his nose up my cheek till his lips graze my ear. “I’m pretty sure I already told you I don’t plan on ever letting you go.” I shiver when his teeth gently bite into my earlobe, disappointed when he pulls away. “You trust me?”
“More than anyone.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Marcus
I walk Kendra backwards into her bedroom—our bedroom now, I guess, since she asked me to move in—never letting go of her hands.
But once we’re in there, I have to. Otherwise I can’t get her clothes off. Narrowing my eyes, I pitch my voice deep and commanding. “You do what I say, when I say, got it?”
She still has that feisty, almost defiant look in her eyes. “What if I don’t? You gonna spank me?”
My eyes flash at the thought of her bent over the bed, my hand caressing her bare ass, slapping it just hard enough to sting. “Would you like that?” My voice comes out rough, not in control like it was a second ago.
She hesitates, her eyes dropping from mine. “Uh … I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
I release her wrists and run my hands down, gripping her ass. “We can try it tonight, if you want. Your call. You want a spanking? Refuse an order. Otherwise, do what I say.”
Her eyes search mine, and she nods once, slowly.
For whatever reason I feel the need to keep her off kilter, curious about what’s going to happen next. Plus, I need to give her the chance to refuse in case she wants to find out about spanking.
Not that I plan on giving this away at this point, but that’s as new for me as it is for her. I’ve never spanked a girlfriend before. Or anyone else for that matter. I’ve never had a strong urge to try it out. But with Kendra I’m willing to try anything.
So far everything’s been awesome, so it’s not like we need to spice things up. But playing is fun. And I intend to make this fun for both of us.
“Turn around. Hands on the bed.”
She looks at me for a second, and I raise my eyebrows. Is she going to refuse the first thing I tell her to do?
But she turns, slowly, watching me the whole time. She bends at the waist, her hands flat on the bed, fingers spread.
This position makes her ass stick out, and I run my hand over it.
“I thought you were only going to spank me if I didn’t do what you said?”
“Who said I was spanking you? I’m just touching you right now.” I illustrate my words by sliding my hands over her body, down her hips, over her thighs, back up her inner thighs.
Her breath hitches as I divert my path at the last second, going over her hips instead of seeing how wet she is already. Never stopping, I run my hands up her back, down her arms. Touching everywhere—well, almost everywhere—but always over her clothes. Getting close to, but never quite touching where she wants me the most.
Every time I head near her waist, she lifts her ass, going up on her toes or widening her stance, silently begging me to slip my hand between her thighs.
On my fourth or fifth pass, she whimpers. “Please, Marcus.”
Stepping closer, sliding my hand up her back to push the hair off her neck and over one shoulder, I run my nose behind her ear. Pausing there for a beat, I breathe her in, enjoying having her at my mercy. “Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
I chuckle. “I am touching you.”
A whine sounds low in her throat. “You know what I mean.” Her voice is breathy and desperate. “I wanted you to rip my clothes off in the living room. How long are you going to tease me?”
Stepping behind her, I caress down the curve of her waist and over her hips again. “As long as I want. You’re at my mercy, remember?”
“How could I possibly forget?”
She’s not the only one aching. Positioned behind her like this, my hands resting on her hips, I give into temptation and grind my rock-hard dick against her luscious ass.
She groans. “God, now do that again, but naked.”
My fingers slip under the hem of her shirt, almost obeying her order, but I stop myself. “Who’s in control here?”
“Please. Please please please. I need to feel you. I want your skin. I want your touch.”
Some primitive part of me relishes hearing her beg, listening to the desperation in her voice. I caress her smooth skin with my fingertips. “Where do you want my touch?”
She sucks in a breath, hesitating. “My breasts,” she says at length.
Slowly, I slide my hands around to her front and up till I’m cupping her over her bra. “Like this?”
“No.” Her voice breaks. But she doesn’t say anything else.
I bring my mouth to her ear, unable to stop myself from kneading and massaging her. I love the soft weight of her in my hands. “You’ll need to be more specific, then.”
From this angle, I can see her eyelids fall closed. “My nipples,” she whispers. “I want you to pinch my nipples.”
Through the barrier of her bra, I tighten my fingers around the hard nubs of her nipples that have been poking into my palms. She makes a little sound, but shakes her head. “Skin on skin.”
Hooking my
fingers into the cups, I tug them down so her breasts fall out and pinch her nipples, rolling them between my thumbs and fingers.
She sighs, pressing her chest into my hands, enjoying the attention.
After a moment, I whisper in her ear, “Is that what you wanted? Satisfied?”
Her nod at the first question quickly changes to a head shake. “No,” she croaks out. “Not satisfied.”
“Oh? Where else would you like me to touch?”
She turns her head to glare at me, and I muster up my most innocent expression. When she starts to chuckle, I tighten my fingers and tug a little, turning her laugh into a hiss and a sound of pleasure.
“Between my legs,” she moans. “I want your hand between my legs.”
Obligingly, I release one breast, drawing another whimper, and move my hand between her legs, caressing the insides of her thighs. “Like that?”
“Nooo,” she wails softly. “You’re the worst.”
“That’s not what you were saying last night.”
She glares at me again. “Last night you weren’t being the world’s worst tease.”
“I’m just doing what you asked. You said you wanted me to touch you between your legs.” I stroke her thigh again. “That’s what I’m doing.”
“You know what I mean. I want you to touch me … there.”
She’s so cute all flustered and pink in the face, but I want to see if she’ll say it. Be explicit about what she wants. So far she hasn’t been able to bring herself to say anything dirty in bed. And for whatever reason I want her to. I want to see that prim face and those pretty lips forming dirty words, the perfectly pressed debutante rumpled and shameless.
So I push. “There?” I stroke a fraction of an inch higher on her thigh.
She shakes her head. “No. On my …” her eyes close, “my pussy.”
A smile takes over my face, and I move my hand to cup her over her jeans. She’s already shaking her head before I can ask, “Like this?”
“God, no,” she pants. “I want your fingers inside my pussy. I want you to lick me till I come all over you. And then I want to feel you deep inside me till I come again.”
I freeze for a second, surprised at how explicit and descriptive that was. But I waste no more time, my hands going to the button on her jeans and popping it open, ripping the zipper down immediately after. I tug her earlobe with my teeth. “Your wish is my command.”
Yanking her jeans and panties down, I expose her ass, pausing to nip at the fleshy part as I pull her skinny jeans all the way down to her ankles, carefully lifting one foot at a time to remove her shoes and tug the jeans all the way off.
Standing, I lift her shirt. “Straighten up.” She’d remained with her hands on the bed, but stands up at my command, raising her arms so I can take her shirt all the way off. Once I’ve tossed it aside, I stop and admire the way the cups of her bra push her breasts together, her nipples rosy and hard and calling to me.
Brushing my thumb over one nipple, I lean down and take the other in my mouth, sucking hard, biting gently then pulling back, giving it a tiny stretch before letting go.
Kendra looks like she might fall over any second, so I reach behind her and unhook her bra, pulling it down her arms and tossing it aside as well, running my eyes over her naked form in admiration.
Her hands lift to my waist. “Your turn?”
As much fun as it is to let her undress me, I’ve been teasing her long enough. If pussy’s next on the menu, I don’t want to spend any more time undressing than I have to. I quickly strip out of my clothes, enjoying the way she watches me, devouring me with her eyes as I stroke myself once I’m naked as well.
“Get on the bed, Kendra. On your back. And spread your legs.”
She doesn’t hesitate. I guess spanking won’t be on the agenda tonight. Which is fine with me. Even if she hesitated, I doubt I’d give her more than a swat or two just for the sake of follow through. I want to feel her welcoming me into her body, clenching around my cock, clinging to me as I bring her to the heights of ecstasy.
Once she’s in position, I slide onto the bed on my belly, arms wrapping around her thighs, diving in with no preamble. There’s no need for more of a warmup. She’s already dripping, and the two fingers of my right hand slide in easily as I tease her clit with my tongue, circling, lapping, sucking until her fingers slide into my hair, clutching it in her fists, holding me where she wants me as she cries out her pleasure.
“Oh, Marcus!” Her grip tightens and her legs clamp down on my head as she curls up with the force of her orgasm, collapsing weakly back onto the bed, the fingers of one hand still tangled in my hair as I bring her down the other side.
Now it’s my turn.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kendra
Even though I’m relaxed from my orgasm, I’m nowhere near ready to be done. Oral orgasms are awesome, but I want to feel Marcus stretching me, filling me. I want to feel him moving inside me. To run my hands over his skin as he finds pleasure in my body the way I find pleasure in his. To cement our connection once more.
But he’s taking too damn long.
He’s having trouble with the condom wrapper, his fingers slipping on the foil packet, and he’s cursing quietly under his breath.
“Marcus.”
He doesn’t seem to hear me at first.
“Marcus.” This time he raises his head. “I’m on the pill.”
Again, it seems like the words don’t really register. “What?”
I sit up. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. If you are …”
He stares at me, then looks at the condom packet he’s finally managed to get open. “You mean I don’t need this?”
I shake my head. “Not if you’re clean.”
Tossing it to the side, he crawls onto the bed with me, and I open my arms to him. He wraps an arm around my back, his knees nudging my thighs apart. “I’m clean, babe. I swear. I’d never do anything to put you at risk.”
I let him lay me back, bringing one hand to his face. “I know. I trust you.”
He kisses me, long and deep, and the blunt head of his penis nudges at me, one of his hands guiding it in, coming back to slide under my arm, his fingers wrapping around my shoulder.
With one thrust, he slides inside me, and I lift my hips to meet him.
He drops his head to my shoulder, trembling. “Oh my god, Ken. You feel amazing. I don’t know how long I’m going to last like this.” Slowly, he rolls his hips, making me gasp. “Jesus,” he breathes. “You’re going to fucking kill me. You’re so hot and wet and tight and oh my fuck you feel so good.”
Reaching for his face, I bring his mouth to mine, kissing him slow and sweet while I move underneath him. He holds himself still as a statue, trembling with every tiny shift of my hips and clench of my muscles.
He tears his mouth from mine, his eyes blazing when they meet mine. “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.”
Running my hands over his shoulders, down his arms, I lift my hips again. “Then don’t last.”
His eyelids fall closed. “Jesus, Ken.” He shakes his head. But instead of protesting more, he slides his forearms back under my shoulders, holding me in place as he draws back and plunges into me again with a powerful thrust.
I don’t hold back my “oh!” of surprise and pleasure.
Marcus’s mouth is a firm line, and he watches me as he does the same thing again, a slow withdrawal and a hard return, the feel of him rushing inside me making my head thrash on the pillow.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Don’t hold anything back. Just let go and hang on for the ride. I’ve got you.”
I take him at his word, sliding my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles behind his back. Which only spurs him on more.
He’s right. He doesn’t last long, pounding into me hard and fast, his hips stuttering as he loses his rhythm and comes inside me.
I hold his shuddering form as the las
t of his orgasm fades away, and he slumps on top of me, pressing me into the bed. The best kind of blanket—a hot guy who I love and who loves me back.
Later, after we’ve cleaned up and slid back under the covers, Marcus spooning me from behind, he kisses the skin behind my ear and lets out a sigh. “I had no idea how messy it is to have sex without a condom.”
I turn, glancing back at him. “Really?”
He nods. “Never done it without one before.”
My eyes widen, then a smile pulls at my lips. “So I’m your first?”
His chest moves as he chuckles. “Yeah, babe. You’re my first.” Something about the way he says it makes it seem like he means more than the obvious.
But he snuggles me tighter against his chest and places a kiss on my bare shoulder, his breath evening out as he quickly falls asleep. Faster than I could ever hope to. I guess a long day of writing songs followed by enthusiastic sex wears a guy out.
“Thanks again for coming with me tonight. I know you guys are busy with all the rehearsing since you finished writing the album last week.”
Marcus drops his hands from the knot of his tie and turns to face me. “Kendra. Of course I’m coming with you. You don’t have to thank me.”
With a shrug, I fiddle with the back of my earring then smooth my hand down my navy blue silk dress. When I was trying to choose what to wear to the cocktail party my dad’s company is putting on tonight, Marcus said I had to wear this because it matches my eyes.
When I protested that my eyes aren’t this dark, he leaned in close, his voice taking on the same quality as it has when we’re naked, and said, “They are when I’m sliding my cock inside you.”
I still blush thinking about that, but I like the heat in his eyes when I put it on, and I made him wear a matching tie. We look like we belong together. Which is fantastic, since we do.
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