His Secret Desire (Atlanta Nights)

by Linda Verji

  Her warm laugh made him ache, softened him. They’d probably rushed through the steps most couples took months, even years to get to. But deep in his heart he felt it was the right time for them.

  Pressing his lips to hers in a soft, brief kiss, he whispered, “Don’t worry so much about it, Livy. We’ll find our way.”

  Their eyes locked for a long intense moment that had him worrying if she was considering a more drastic measure. His heart unclenched when she nodded, “Okay.”

  Relief mingled with happiness as he lowered his mouth back to hers. Her lips were deliciously soft, open and inviting. He took everything she offered, let her drown him in her taste. She seized his senses, awakened his latent desire and lured him to a place where passion and love mingled. He loved the urgency in her lips as they nipped at his, the zealous tangle of her tongue with his and her needy moans as she started grinding on his lap.

  One second they were exchanging hot-tongue stroking kisses, and the next she was tearing her lips away from his and dragging his t-shirt up and over his head. Their kiss turned frantic when she set her warm palms to his chest and caressed him. Their lips mashed restlessly, their teeth clashed and their tongues battled as she teased him with her touch, egging him deeper and deeper into heated desire.

  His pulse racing in time to the frantic beat of his heart, he moved his hands to the hem of her t-shirt. He started to lift the fabric, eager to have her naked breasts pressed to his aching flesh, but before he could she grabbed his wrists and set his hands on the couch.

  “Livy,” he protested when she moved her lips from his to run them down his jaw to his neck. He groaned when she licked the sensitive skin there, tried to grab her when she shifted from his lap. But her grasp on his wrists was as insistent as the journey of her lips down his naked torso.

  It was only when she kissed her way to his navel that he realized what she was about to do.

  “Livy.” His eyes widened as all his senses reared in awareness. The muscles in his stomach tautened as his blood raced from his brain straight to his cock. He stopped struggling against her hold on his wrists.

  When she grasped the edges of his sweatpants, he lifted up automatically. In one swift move she drew his pants and his boxer-briefs down his thighs, revealing his rampant erection.

  “Mmm.” She smiled as she knelt between his thighs, propping her palms on his knees. Marcel watched, spellbound as she devoured the sight of his rod. It stood tall, proud and already leaking, begging for her to touch.

  “Touch it.” The words tore out of his throat in an uneven rasp.

  She gave him saucy smile. And just when he thought she would follow his order, she leaned forward and licked.

  Just like that. From base to the crown.

  “Fuuuck.” Marcel lifted off the couch at the immediate sensations that ripped through him at the delicious rasp of her tongue across his length. They only intensified when she boldly swirled her tongue over his crest then captured him between his lips.

  “Oh, sweet J-aaah. Fuck.” He cupped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her breasts, to keep her there.

  Right there.

  The sensation of having her lips stretched over his cock and sucking him was indescribable, amazing, beyond pleasure. When she wrapped her fingers around the length not surrounded by her moist mouth his seed started boiling in his balls.

  Naked grandma. Naked grandma. Naked grandma. He held his body taut, intent on warding off his orgasm. But Olivia was just as determined to break him. She greedily consumed him, sucking his rod deep inside her mouth, stroking him, massaging his large balls with her other hand.

  “Livy, no,” he panted, even though his hand on the back of her head was pushing her to take more of him. His hips joined the rhythm of her mouth and touch, rising and falling in time to her wanton actions. “Aaah.”

  He was in heaven. He was in hell.

  His aroused body was on a tight rope balanced on a thin thread of control that was quickly unraveling under her spell. His breath tight in his chest he watched her making love to his cock through hooded eyes.

  The sight of his sweet woman kneeling between his thighs, so eager to consume him and bring him pleasure was as erotic as the sensations pulsing through him. It was enough to intensify the delicious twinge of boiling semen in his balls.

  “I’m about to cum, Livy,” he warned her, relaxing his hold on her head to allow her to take cover. But his Olivia was going nowhere. Her mouth still around him, she looked deep into his eyes then lowered her lips down, down, down.

  “Fuuuck,” he swore when his dick touched the back of her throat.

  It was more than he could stand.

  Arching upwards, he erupted. His whole body shook, pulsed, throbbed with his unending release. And she took it all, swallowing every ounce of his seed like it was the sweetest of creams. Somewhere between seeing stars and groaning her name, he made a mental note to thank her for giving him this gift.

  Olivia had never let a man cum in her mouth. But this was Marcel. The rules didn’t apply when it came to him.

  She loved him, and pleasing him pleased her.

  His pleasure spurred hers. Watching him rupture with such force was like an aphrodisiac. She caressed her own breasts as she tongued and sucked the last remnants of his salty release. Her breath caught when she pinched her nipples as sweet pain rushed through her body.

  Aah! That felt so good.

  She was so into her actions that she didn’t notice that Marcel had come down from his high. Not until he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to a stand. Straightening to his full height, he lowered his mouth to hers. Winding her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts to the planes of his muscular chest was as natural as sinking into his delicious kiss.

  With a scoop of her ass, he lifted her up. Instinct guiding her, she locked her legs around his waist. She was so captivated by his sweet kisses that she was only vaguely aware that they were walking. Even when he set her on her feet in the bedroom, she kept her lips glued to his.

  “Marcel,” she whimpered when he parted their mouths.

  “I got you,” he soothed as he drew her t-shirt over her head and tossed it away. Within seconds he was back to seducing her senses with his mouth. His hot kisses distracting her, he worked on her jeans. A few clever maneuvers later and she was as naked as he was.

  Oh. The feel of him pressed against her. Her body revved and purred in delicious agony as he ran those strong hands over her back. This man knew which strings to pull to have her singing his name. “Marcel.”

  Another lift and she sunk onto the mattress with him over her.

  “Yes,” she whimpered as his delicious length settled heavily between her legs. Gripping his shoulders, she arched upwards to direct it over her clit. “Oooh.”

  His mouth skimming her neck, Marcel’s inched his body downwards.

  “Nooo.” She shook her head, drawing him back up. She wanted him in her. Now.

  “Let me taste you,” he whispered against the heated skin of her jaw.

  “Later.” Molding her palms over his ass and tilting her hips upwards, she begged, “Fuck me.”

  “Okay.” Even letting him go so he could strap up was difficult. It felt like she’d die if he didn’t quell the fire he’d lit. As soon as he settled back over her, she wrapped her limbs around him in unconscious pleading. He drew his hand between them to position his naked flesh at her tight entrance. “This is what you want?”

  Oh, yeah. Her eyes snapped shut at the heavy pressure of his fat cock forcing its way into her. That’s exactly what she wanted.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Marcel rasped into her throat as he pushed in with unbearable slowness. Inch by inch he sunk his flesh into her, filled her up. Finally when she thought she couldn’t take more of him he reached her hilt.

  “Aaah.” It felt so good. And when he withdrew then came back into her in one long, hard stroke, she cried out, “Maaarcel.”

  “Look a
t me,” he urged as he pulled out again.

  She raised her lids to find him poised over her, his expression strained with desire. In his eyes she saw love; hot possessive and protective love, and she couldn’t help but whisper, “I love you.”

  “Say it again.”

  His dark skin glistening with perspiration, he thrust into her in a hard stroke that had her crying out, “I love you.”

  “Again.”

  “I love you.”

  “Again.”

  “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Her cries echoed in rhythm to their lovemaking.

  Over and over again she said those three words, meaning them with every fiber of her being; her body, her heart, her soul. When the sensations inside her were too intense for speech and all she could manage were screams, those three delicious words still rang in her heart. They vibrated through her limbs as she started to tremble.

  Stroke after stroke he pushed her to the edge. Finally she surrendered to him, stumbled over and plunged head first into the pleasure he wrought. Her climax triggered Marcel’s. Soon he was shuttling toward her peak with short, sharp fast strokes. She rode out his release, raking her fingers over his back and urging him up, up, up.

  He ruptured with a loud groan.

  When they could finally breathe again, he flipped onto his back. Putting his arms around her, he pulled her tight against him and brushed a kiss over her temple. “I love you too, Olivia.”

  She closed her eyes, feeling safe, protected and loved in the warm strength of his embrace. Finally she’d found her rock.

  EPILOGUE

  ˜ Seven Months Later ˜

  “I don’t want to,” Olivia whined as she set her head on the kitchen island. “Especially not without Marcel.”

  “We’re going,” Stevie insisted as she peered into the fridge. “I’ll be damned if I let you spend another Friday night in the house like an old lady.”

  “I am an old lady,” Olivia reminded her. “I can’t hang with you teenagers anymore.”

  Everyone in Marcel’s family had welcomed her, but she and Stevie had formed a tighter bond. Stevie had slipped into hers and Lex’s friendship like she was the missing piece in their puzzle. With her caustic tongue and no holds barred approach to life, she’d fit right in.

  “If you’re old then I’m old. And that does not work for me.” Stevie emerged from the fridge with a bowl of last night’s leftover lasagna. This one was almost as bad as Marcel with her fear of getting near a stove to cook her own damn food. “Shoot, I plan to be eighteen till I die.”

  “You wish,” Olivia scoffed, just as Lex walked into the kitchen with his phone held to his ear and Pig on his heels.

  “Lex,” Stevie called out, “tell her we’re going out.”

  “He can’t hear you,” Olivia informed her. “He’s still talking to Thane.”

  “That has to be a record.” Stevie served some food into a plate and stuck into the microwave. Licking her finger, she said, “I’ve had relationships that didn’t last as long as that phone call.”

  Despite herself, Olivia laughed. Lex and Thane had finally made the step into a relationship three months ago. Thane’s refusal to be hidden had been the push Lex needed to finally come clean to his colleagues.

  As expected, the fallout had been brutal. They still smiled at him in the hallways and pretended like nothing had changed. But last week he’d received a rejection for his pitch to be ranked as an associate professor. The worst part was that he was more qualified than many other people who’d already achieved the coveted rank. Lex was understandably disappointed, but judging from his grin and the twinkle in his eye as he spoke on the phone, Thane was making it up to him

  “You don’t have to wait up for me,” Lex protested to Thane but his lips stretched in a pleased smile.

  “Aw, look at the lovebirds,” Olivia gushed. “How adorable.”

  “Yuck!” Stevie fake retched.

  Lex and Thane reminded Olivia of when she and Marcel were in their honeymoon phase. She and Marcel were still in love, but it was a different kind of love. A deeper, stronger, more resilient kind of love that went way, way beyond the sex. Theirs was an emotional connection, and he knew her even better than she knew herself. He knew when she was frustrated, when she was angry, when she needed him… she didn’t even need to say the words. It was almost as if he’d become a part of her and she of him.

  Marcel spoiled her with love… so much love. And now that she knew what it felt like to really be loved, she wanted everyone to get a taste of it. Despite Stevie’s concerted efforts to dodge her attempts to matchmake her with some of her celebrity clients, Olivia was determined to get her to fall in love too.

  Six months ago, Olivia had made the jump into being a business owner. She’d found a way to turn her reawakened fame into a money-minting machine. She now offered personal training to Atlanta’s who’s who and created at-home workout videos for those who couldn’t afford her. Her name had become such a brand that she now consulted for several weight loss and makeover shows.

  Strangely enough, Nikki had become one of her regulars. Olivia wasn’t sure whether she was doing it to piss Tay off or because she genuinely liked Olivia’s methods. But the woman was paying top dollar, and petty as it seemed, Olivia enjoyed flaunting her new friendship with Nikki in Tay’s face.

  Tay and Marcel had kind of reconciled - if you could call the awkward avoidance of all topics to do with Olivia reconciliation. Tay still refused to go for counseling, and Nikki was still holding on to him and his philandering ways tight. Olivia didn’t even know how those two did it. In their position, she would’ve already shot someone.

  Morning had disappeared into only God knows where. She’d tried to sell the Tay story to a gossip magazine. However, Nikki’s father had shut down that story so fast Morning’s head was probably still spinning wherever she was. The only person Olivia felt sorry for was Diesel. If his mother didn’t get it together, he’d grow up thinking women were objects to be used and discarded at his pleasure.

  “Okay, I’ll see you then. I love you,” Lex ended his call. His smile faded as he spun to face Olivia, “Why aren’t you dressed?”

  “Ask her!” Stevie encouraged as she bit into a spoonful of lasagna.

  “Because I’m not going anywhere,” Olivia retorted as she ruffled Pig’s fur.

  “Oh, yes, you are.” Lex grabbed her arm.

  “Lex, stop,” Olivia protested as he hauled her bodily out of the kitchen and toward hers and Marcel’s bedroom. “Stop.”

  “Yasss.” A laughing Stevie followed them with her plate in hand and Pig on her heels. “Get her, Lex.”

  “What are you wearing?” Lex turned Olivia by the shoulders towards her closet.

  She crossed her arms over her chest, defiantly. “Nothing.”

  “Stevie, pick something for her,” Lex ordered.

  “Don’t you dare!” Olivia screeched. The one time she’d let Stevie into her closet the woman had disappeared with three of her favorite tops and a pair of stilettos.

  “Then pick a dress,” Lex demanded.

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Pick.”

  Huffing in annoyance, she opened the closet door. Why were they forcing her to go out? She’d already planned her night. She’d cuddle with Pig and watch bad comedies. Later when Marcel’s meeting with the New York investors for his new business was over, she’d FaceTime with him. Though he’d only left this morning, she missed him. Maybe they could’ve had some long distance nookie.

  These people were ruining her night.

  Yanking the nearest hanger from the closet and shoving the fabric it held in Lex’s face, she gritted, “Fine! This.”

  “That’s a t-shirt, babe,” Lex informed her to Stevie’s amused chuckles.

  “No, it i-” Oh, it was a t-shirt. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth in annoyance, Olivia turned back into the closet. This time she was more careful in her selection. She came up with a
white bodycon dress.

  “Yes,” both Lex and Stevie cheered before shoving Olivia into the en-suite so she could change. Stripping out of her tank top and cotton shorts, she took care of her basic hygiene then slipped the dress on. It fit her like a glove; dipping between her cleavage, skimming over her curves and stopping just below her knees.

  Despite her reluctance to go out, Olivia smiled and twirled in front of the bathroom mirror. “You look good.”

  Lex and Stevie agreed. With oohs and aahs they gushed over the dress. By the time she put on her makeup, she’d started to get into this thing. Maybe going out wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Anticipation for a night of dancing and hanging out with her friends pulsing through her, she reached for her wig.

  “Liv, No. Put that thing away,” Stevie insisted.

  “You are not going anywhere with that wig,” Lex concurred.

  Olivia offered them a cool eyebrow raise. “You want me to come with you?” She pointed to Miss Orange. “Then she’s coming too.”

  They tried to convince her to leave it home, begged even. Olivia hummed as she set the wig over her hair and patted it. An immediate pulse of excitement raced through her. Hell, yeah, Miss Orange was definitely coming with her.

  “Fine.” Stevie and Lex gave up with frustrated shakes of their heads.

  After Olivia set Pig up in his pen with enough food and water, they left the house. She wanted to go to Club Swizz. They wanted to go to Club Red Hood. She let them have it because they’d let her bring her wig along and she had a soft spot for Club Red Hood. After all, it was the club where she and Marcel had met. The only problem was that even from outside the club was curiously deserted. The only person there was the bouncer.

  “Are you sure it’s open?” Olivia asked as they walked towards the entrance.

  ” It’s a Friday,” Lex said. ” Why wouldn’t they be open?”

  “But there’s no one outside,” Olivia said.

  Stevie rolled her eyes. “Because they’re all inside.”

  “I don’t hear any music,” Olivia insisted. Deep in her bones, she was sure something wasn’t right with the club.