by Shayla Black
He gripped the door beside him for support, praying for a miracle. He'd need it if he had any hope of maintaining his self-control.
Nicki parted her lips, stretching wide to accommodate his cock, and took him inside the hot, slick cavern. As she enveloped him, he felt the back of her throat, her tongue swirling around him. After the first downward stroke of that beautiful mouth, shards of pleasure scraped up his shaft, then exploded in the rest of his body.
By the second, he could barely remember to breathe. Oh, God...
Nicki moaned on his cock, licking and sucking as if sampling a favorite dessert. The soft stroke of her fingertips climbed up the back of his thighs before she settled one palm at the base of his erection. The other held his testicles and scraped with the light abrasion of her fingernails. His hands clenched into fists. The woman knew exactly what she was doing.
His eyes flew open and met hers, now looking up at him with brazen sexual challenge. Cheeks hollowed, lips dragging up and down his cock--Mark relished the view, the torturous heaven of Nicki on her knees before him.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned.
Ecstasy rushed up hard, fast--undeniable. Again, she took him deep, deep inside and sucked, as if she could draw out his very soul. Then she hesitated, lingered. His need spiked. Sweat gathered between his shoulder blades, filmed his chest.
A tortured moment later, Nicki's mouth enveloped him again. Pleasure so intense he could barely form a coherent thought--not that he truly cared--bombarded him. His lungs pumped air like bellows, as every muscle in his body tensed. His balls tightened, as tingles zipped like electricity up his spine and the moist sound of her sucking brought him right to the edge.
"Can't. Hold. Out," he panted, his hips flexing toward the sweet heat and snug temptation of her mouth.
Instead of stopping, Nicki merely moaned and laved the head of his cock with her hot little tongue, before sliding him all the way back inside with a suction that had him gritting his teeth and trying to hold back.
Groaning, desperate to beg her to suck him faster, but unable to find the words, he slid his hands into her hair and grabbed fistfuls of the wild strands that filtered like inky silk over his fingers. He guided her to the deep, mind-blowing pace he needed now, before he lost his sanity completely.
The coil of desire wound tighter and tighter, squeezing at his gut. More blood rushed to his cock, and still she pulled at him, moaned. Still the utter body bliss climbed, sharp as a butcher's knife.
Then her tongue teased a little spot just under his crown, so sensitive a blast of heat shot straight to his belly, uncoiling all his self-control. He unraveled completely as she wrapped those sweet red lips around him one last time.
Mark tried to pull free from her mouth. As much as he wanted her to take him completely, he wanted it to be her choice.
Nicki simply took him deeper and held on tight.
Then he was oblivious to everything but the pleasure that jolted up his cock and burst in his belly, expanding until it nearly swallowed him whole. He felt like it detonated the top of his head. With a harsh cry, he came, reveling in the feel of the warm haven of her mouth until the pulsing in his body came to a slow, jagged stop.
Spent and shaky, he swayed as Nicki rose and faced him.
With unfocused eyes, he took her in. She looked beautiful, triumphant, with swollen lips and flushed cheeks and glittering blue eyes. Her scent was stronger, sharper with arousal. He swallowed. Nicki clearly yearned to be touched now.
He was nothing, if not accommodating.
To his shock, interest stirred deep in his belly, despite the mammoth orgasm that had just eradicated half his brain cells. What was it about this woman, that he could never seem to get enough?
Within moments, Mark kicked off his shorts, hustled her back to her bedroom, and proceeded to kiss her senseless until she melted onto the bed. Sweet and slightly salty, her mouth opened under his so completely, he couldn't imagine wanting anything more than to stay here and take all she had to give, to sink deep into her silken heat and plunge into the pleasure over and over, hearing her gasps in his ear, feeling her nails rake his back.
It was possible she'd invited him to her bed to deceive him--but she could never deny that he knew exactly how to make her moan. Or that when he touched her, he felt more than her flesh. In some odd way he didn't understand, he felt her.
Suddenly impatient, he pulled on the lone bow holding the front of her baby doll nightie together. The gossamer sides parted, the cups falling away from her breasts, revealing swollen, hard tips that rose up and begged for his touch.
He gave in immediately.
Rising above her on his elbows, his hips spreading her thighs, Mark dipped his head and took one of those juicy nipples onto his tongue. At the first firm pull of his mouth, Nicki clutched his head and arched, offering herself to him. It inflamed him; she inflamed him. Already he stood at full staff again, aching, impatient, dying to get inside her.
But not until she was wet, aroused. Not until she could only breathe long enough to beg.
Mark curled his tongue around her other nipple, giving it equal attention. Her gasp shot straight to his cock, engorging it even more. Shifting his weight over her body, he laved attention on both her nipples, back and forth, sucking, nipping, tormenting. Soon, the rigid peaks were red and wet from his mouth. He felt her thighs tense against the building pressure of orgasm and smiled against the underside of her breast.
Need inflamed him, heating him up from the inside out. How could the urge to get near her, share pleasure with her again, be riding him so hard and so fast?
Desperation clawed through him as he lowered his hands to the side of her thong and yanked. Blessedly, the little white string holding the gossamer triangles together came apart.
"That was Victoria's Secret," she protested weakly.
"Now it's out of my way."
He peeled away the damp strips of material, totally baring her pussy to his hot gaze. A dusting of dark hair covered her secrets--but couldn't hide the slick juice of her arousal. The scent of her exotic flavor rising from her needy flesh tempted him, more today than the last time he'd had her. Far more than the first time.
Consumed by his craving for her, Mark shifted down her body to part her nether lips with his thumbs and taste her swollen vulva. Arching, Nicki opened her legs wider to him in silent invitation.
"Yes. So fucking sexy."
He barely got the words out before the fact that she was spread out like a banquet compelled him to partake again. Firmly planting his head between her thighs, he eased his tongue across her sensitive skin, flirted with the opening that seeped for his attention, then teased her distended clit.
Her thighs went from tense to trembling. Her breath came in short, deep pants.
"Ohmigod! I-I ..."
"What do you need?" he taunted, circling her swollen red pearl with his tongue again.
"You inside me," she gasped, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beside her and lifted her hips to him in silent supplication. "Hard. Deep."
"Soon," he promised.
Then he sucked her clit into his mouth and drew on it. Nicki cried out in a sharp gasp that nearly bought a purr of male satisfaction to his chest. He loved the way she responded to his every touch. So sensitive. So revealing.
"Now. Please now!" she pleaded.
In response, he merely flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard bud in his mouth. With the core now peeking above the hood, the gesture had her arching, screaming--an instant from coming.
She lifted her hips in a renewed plea, and Mark relished how close she was to the edge of rapture. The trick now was to keep her there as long as he could ... then shove her into ecstasy and listen to her scream his name. He looked forward to that especially.
Easing his way up her body, Mark trailed his mouth across her abdomen, suckling her breasts, nibbling at the sensitive crook of her neck. A flush suffused her cheeks, the creamy skin between her shoulders. Her mouth was
a provocative shade of red that had his cock tightening. Her panting and restless movements, the moaning as he pinched her nipples or rubbed his thumb over her needy clit, all told him she was teetering at the edge of control. Her responsiveness amazed him.
But the vice grip of need squeezing his balls and urging him to get inside her tight, sweet channel told him that he was at the edge of his as well.
Realizing that he'd left his bag with his condoms in the entry, Mark held in a curse. Too far away. He wanted her too much to leave the bed for anything. Damn! Then he remembered ... The first time he'd come here, Nicki had been prepared with a box in her nightstand.
Crawling across the bed, he yanked open the drawer. He found the condoms, all right, and grabbed one. But that wasn't all he found.
Mark looked over at Nicki, who realized what he must be seeing and gasped, a fresh flush darkening her face.
"Leave it alone, Mark."
"I don't think so, baby." He smiled and grabbed the surprising object. This was going to be fun.
Ripping open the foil packet, he quickly gloved up and lay on his back. "Come here."
Nicki crawled across the bed to him, aroused and wary. As soon as she got close enough, he grabbed and lifted her, settling her astride him. Holy hell, she looked like a goddess above him, slick, flushed, dark hair a riotous tangle, framing dilated blue eyes. Her nipples beckoned. The curve of her hips fit perfectly under his hands as he lifted her over his cock and guided her down slowly.
Gasping, Nicki tightened around him, tossing her head back at the exquisite sensation of her flesh parting to accommodate him, welcoming him deep inside her. Like silk so hot it nearly scalded, she surrounded him, gripping him snugly. Seated to the hilt, Mark gritted his teeth at the tingles screaming through his erection and fought for control.
He had at least one weapon in his favor.
Smiling, he held up the item he'd found in her drawer, a pink slimline vibrator, which was about five inches tall and barely an inch thick. He flipped the button at the base and a faint hum punctuated her audible breathing.
"Mark ..."
"Does this little thing do a man's job?"
He set the buzzing wand on her shoulder, then let it drift down her collarbone. Waiting for her answer, watching her body tense, he glided it over her distended nipple. She tensed and grabbed his shoulders. Nicki tried to lift her hips. Mark held her down with one hand.
"No," .she gasped in answer to his question finally.
"Does it make you come?"
Nicki wriggled on top of him, rubbing the sensitive head of his cock right against the mouth of her cervix. He hissed at the sudden sting of pleasure.
"Sometimes," she panted.
"It can't possibly fill you up."
"It doesn't." She gyrated on him again restlessly, clearly searching for relief.
Mark smoothed the vibe down her abdomen, traced her navel. Her belly clenched.
"Do I?"
"Yes. God, yes!"
She tried lifting her hips again. Again, he held her still. He had a point to prove.
"A vibe like you've got is only good for this," he growled, then set it over her slick clit.
In seconds, she began to jerk, buck. Her vagina fluttered around his dick. Pulses gripped him every few seconds, making him sweat, as she gasped above him.
When she slowed, he turned the vibe off and tossed it across the bed.
"Did that ease your ache?"
Nicki writhed above him and lifted her hands to squeeze her nipples. The sight just about set him off. But when she tried to lift her hips and stroke down on his cock yet again, he held her hips immobile with both hands.
"Did it?"
"No. Please. Stop teasing me. I need you now!"
Seeing her naked? Great, but he'd managed to hold on. Feeling the orgasm generated by the vibrator? A real treat, but he hadn't lost control. Hearing that she needed him now? Those four words sent him into overdrive.
Grabbing her shoulders, Mark brought Nicki down until they were chest to chest. He buried his face in her neck, grabbed her hips and pumped up into the suctioning heat of her body, lengthening his stroke and focusing on her G-spot. Once, twice, again and again, he pounded into her tight channel, pouring the desire that clawed at him into every thrust.
Wrapping his arms around her, he crushed her against him. What was it about her? He loved her expressive face when she was laughing or angry, or like now, aroused. He loved the sound of her hitched breathing, the little keening cries in his ear as her orgasm approached. He loved her stubborn grit, starchy sass, and commando-bitch ways. He loved the scent of her skin, spiced and clean and female--and the way her desire enhanced that scent. He loved her quick mind and the fact she wasn't afraid to use it. He loved the feel of her against him, holding on with trembling thighs as she clamped around his cock. Oh, and those hard, demanding pulsations as she came that drove him beyond rational thought. He loved that about her. He loved ...
Her.
Mark had to bite his lip to keep from shouting it out, as rapture exploded in his belly, melted his brain, and squeezed his chest full of something he'd hoped never to feel again ... and yet something he'd never felt before. Not like this.
Above him, Nicki clung. His ears rang with her cries, "Oh, yes. Ohmigod. Mark!"
And still he kept pumping into her, giving her everything he could, everything she could take, until she finally collapsed over him, sweaty, spent.
Knowing it was stupid and still compelled anyway, Mark kept her close and dragged a palm up her back, aligning their hearts together, now both beating in crazy rhythms, yet oddly in synch.
He loved her. How the hell had it happened? Why?
Man, he was so fucked.
Struggling to catch his breath, Mark realized that his choices were limited. Either he continued to deceive her and hide the truth, knowing he'd have to walk away from her in the end. Or he confronted her without giving his secrets away and hoped she was in a confessing mood--and that he could help her somehow if she was as guilty as she looked.
"Nicki, why don't you want Bocelli to know about this? About us?"
Tiredly, she raised her head enough to look into his eyes.
"Why do you ask?"
"Humor me."
She groaned and rolled to her side. Before she could get away, Mark pulled her back against his body, face-to-face. He stared right into her eyes, his chest tight as he willed her to answer, wished like hell that she wasn't guilty of anything.
"He's my uncle's watchdog. Everything I do, Blade reports back to him. If I sneeze, Pietro knows. If I sleep with the hired help ... he'll know that, too."
"So you're saying that Blade is here on your uncle's behalf to ... what? Protect your virtue?"
Nicki sighed. "You're not from a traditional Italian family, so you can't understand. We should all be good virgins who attend Mass regularly, enjoy saying 'yes, sir' and 'no, sir' and love cooking so that when we get married, we know our place."
Maybe that was the truth. Mark couldn't say definitely yes or no. It was possible, if incredibly old-fashioned. To her credit, she had said previously that her uncle was overprotective and that he lorded his investment in the club over her whenever he didn't like her behavior. But that could also be part of the scam ...
"So Bocelli was doing your books because your uncle insisted?"
"Absolutely. I really meant to hire a new accountant after Marcy's death, but when I didn't do it fast enough to suit my uncle ... well, he let his little lapdog have at it."
The bitterness in her voice sounded so genuine. Mark steeled himself against hope.
"What made you suddenly change your mind and defy your uncle?"
At that, Nicki looked away. "I just thought about what you'd said. You're more qualified. You don't like the dancing. It made sense."
"I don't think that's the whole story."
Her gaze zoomed back to his, moist lips parted.
Mark tamped down the craz
y urge to seize her mouth and kiss the truth out of her. Wouldn't do any damn good. Instead, he rolled on top of her and grabbed her face, locking her stare with his. He was uncomfortably aware of jealousy clawing at him, of how damn bad it would hurt if she answered in the affirmative to his next question.
"Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with the fact you've been fucking Bocelli? And then what happened? Did he piss you off? Is this your way of getting back at him? Or dumping him?"
"What?" Nicki bucked underneath him, trying desperately to shove him off.
Mark held firm.
When she realized she couldn't displace him, Nicki glared at him, mouth tight. "Damn you! The first time we have sex, you treat me like a meaningless one-night stand afterward. The next time, you tell me it's just sex and to get over it. Now you think I'm some kind of manipulative whore. Get out!"
"Not until I get some answers."
"You're not entitled to any when you insult me like that. Every time I think I like you, you do something thoroughly shitty. Your afterplay sucks."
She gave him a mighty shove, her knees moving missiles beneath him. Forced to protect his assets, he moved aside. Nicki climbed from the bed and made for the door to the bathroom.
Mark grabbed her by the wrist. "Did you fuck Bocelli?"
"Never, you dumb prick. I've grown up loathing Italian machismo. Why would I voluntarily sign up for more of it?" She tried to yank her wrist free.
Her eyes shone like blue jets of fury and truth. Mark found he was inclined to believe her.
But just like the money-laundering scam ... he didn't know for sure.
"I'm sorry," he soothed, rubbing her wrist with his thumb. "Blade led me to believe that you were. I couldn't think of a reason why he'd lie."
"Because he's a deranged bastard! I don't want him around here. I never did. And the fact you accused me of sleeping with him..."
Her chin trembled. A sob tore at her chest. Seconds later, tears fell. Mark felt her pain and anger tearing through his gut. If this was an act, she ought to be getting twenty million a picture.
He gathered her close and wiped her tears away. "I' m sorry, baby. I didn't like the thought of you with him."