by Peyton Banks
The coldness of the countertop had goosebumps spreading along her skin, and she settled back. Her core clenched in anticipation of what was to come. He trailed his hands along her body, caressing her breasts and continued down her soft abdomen.
“Marcas.” She groaned, the callused skin on his palms meeting the soft, supple skin of her inner thighs.
He pushed her legs apart, opening her to him. She bit her lip, loving the sensation of his fingers moving along her slit then dipping into her core.
“Just relax,” he said.
Her body was strung tight. There was no way she would be able to relax. She was naked, spread-eagled on his kitchen island, and he wanted her to relax?
Not happening.
She was painfully aroused. Her breasts begged for attention, but at the moment, his attention was solely focused on her soaked pussy.
He released a growl, covering her pussy with his mouth. Her body arched off the counter as his tongue spread her labia and connected with her clitoris. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when his tongue teased her clit. He sucked it deep within his mouth, and she thrust her pelvis toward his face.
He expertly flickered her small nub with his tongue, and her moans filled the air. She spread her legs wider to allow him to feast on her. Her breaths were coming faster, and she rocked her hips toward his face. She gripped his hair, riding his tongue, crying out, her body trembling.
Marcas ran his tongue along the entire length of her pussy, gathering her juices along the way toward her clit.
He knew how to bring her to the point where she just wanted to scream for him to make her climax. His hands pushed her legs wide, and his tongue trailed along her anus then back to her core. The man was taking his sweet precious time while she wanted to reach her peak now.
His finger glided through the evidence of her desire and slid deep within her core.
“Marcas!” she cried out as he sucked on her swollen flesh.
He thrust a second finger deep inside her to join the first one, stretching her. Her entire body shook, her orgasm approaching.
She needed something to hold on to. She reached over her head and gripped the edge of the island, bracing herself for the impending orgasm.
A deep growl echoed around the room. She wasn’t sure if it came from her or Marcas. He continued to thrust his fingers deep within her and latched on to her clit. The walls of her pussy tightened around his fingers as he pushed them deeper inside her. A scream tore from her lips, and the waves of her orgasm crashed into her.
Chapter 7
Mac snatched Sarena from the island and hoisted her up flush to his body. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist while he carried her from the kitchen. Her small hands forced his face to hers, then she slammed her mouth against his. Her tongue pushed its way into his mouth, boldly tangling with his.
He could feel and smell the evidence of her release coated on his face. Her taste was mind-blowing. He couldn’t get enough of the sweet nectar that had flowed from her as she’d reached her orgasm. He loved the way her body was so responsive to his and knew that he wanted to explore what was between them all night.
There was no way she was going home soon.
He had plans for her that would take up most of their time together.
He gripped her naked ass tight in his hand, making his way into the living room without looking. His cock strained to be released. It demanded to plunge deep within her soaked core. Just imagining her pussy gripping his cock the way it had his fingers almost had him shooting off in his jeans.
He had the entire layout of his home memorized and could go through it blindfolded without bumping into one piece of furniture if need be. The way her lips moved across his face, her hips thrusting against his stomach almost frantically, he knew they weren’t going to make it to the bedroom.
He needed to be balls deep in her tight little channel—now.
His oversized ottoman came into view. He moved toward it and tossed her down.
“Hey,” she chuckled as she landed, but all laughter slowly erased from her face, and she sat frozen and watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “Sweet mother of God,” she murmured, greedily taking in his naked chest.
Years spent in the service had been good for his physique.
Her gaze dropped to his hands to follow his motion of unbuttoning his jeans while he kicked his shoes off. Her eyes widened when he pushed his jeans down, exposing his large bulge underneath his boxer briefs, and his lips curved at the corners in a small smile.
“Boxer briefs. I knew it,” she muttered, her attention not moving from his cock.
“Really?” He reached down and tipped her chin up so he could see her eyes. “So you’ve been thinking of the type of underwear I wear?”
“I’ve been thinking about more than just your underwear,” she admitted, her wide eyes wider.
A growl rumbled low in his chest as he watched her hazel eyes darken.
“Is that so? What else has my little sex kitten been thinking about?”
His sex kitten? The way she’d whimpered and screamed on the counter with his tongue deep in her pussy had him thinking of a fully fledged tigress. The sting of nail marks on his shoulders burned, and he loved the battle wounds of making her reach a hard release.
“What your cock would taste like?”
He narrowed his eyes on her, and she shifted to sit on the edge of the ottoman. Her fingers slipped underneath the waist of his underwear and slowly pulled them down. His thick cock sprang free, and a gasp escaped her lips. Her wide eyes flew to his, and she gripped him in her small hand.
He released a curse. They maintained eye contact, and she licked the long length of him. His muscles grew tense. She slipped the head between her plump lips. If a gun was pressed his head, he wouldn’t have been able to look away from the sight of Sarena swallowing him.
He knew his large cock was too much for her to take, but he could see she was trying her damnedest to fit in as much as she could. She pulled back, only leaving the tip, and he growled. His cock pulsed as she stroked him with her hand.
“Open your mouth wider,” he ground out low in his throat.
He threaded his hand into her long thick hair, holding her in place, taking control and guiding his length between her lips.
She moaned, and he gently thrust into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she ran her tongue along his length. His little tigress certainly knew how to suck a cock. His legs trembled from the sensations of her tongue and hot mouth taking him deep. It took everything he had to not pound away into her throat.
He bit back a curse knowing he wasn’t going to last too long. Her small hand remained wrapped around his girth, sliding up and down the shaft along with her mouth. Her pace increased as she bobbed on him. Her eyes opened again and locked with his. His breaths were coming fast, a sign of the impending release.
He didn’t want it to be over yet. He yanked his cock from her lips and silenced her protest.
“Not yet,” he muttered, pushing her body back on the ottoman. He at first hadn’t wanted the monstrous item in his living room but now he would be forever grateful the salesman had talked him into the purchase.
He covered her body with his, her legs immediately falling open to accommodate him. He braced the blunt tip of his cock at her soaked entrance and covered her lips with his.
Her mouth opened, allowing him to plunge his tongue inside at the same moment he thrust home. They cried out simultaneously, her tight walls gripping him. He paused to allow her to adjust to his invasion.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered.
She whimpered. He growled, trying to get control of himself. Her slick walls encircled him, adjusting to the size of him. Nestled deep into her warm channel, he never wanted to leave.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, then he pulled back and thrust again.
Nothing but the sounds of their fornication filled the air. Their eyes locked on on
e another, and he quickened his pace.
“Marcas,” she gasped, bringing her hands to cup his jaw. She met him thrust for thrust, the proof of her arousal allowing his cock to slide easily into her. “Yes. God, yes!”
He crushed his lips to hers, his hips moving on instinct. Her bountiful breasts were crushed between them as she tried to get closer to him. His balls drew up close to his body, and he thrust deep. He gripped her hips tight, going on autopilot. Her slickness let him move freely inside her, driving him wild. They fit perfectly together.
She broke the kiss and she cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her walls clamped down on him, milking him into his own powerful orgasm. He roared his release as he poured himself into her.
Sarena thought things would be weird after their time in the kitchen or the living room.
Nope, not at all.
Marcas had refused to allow her to go home. His domineering nature attracted her to him. He had picked her up from the oversized ottoman and carried her up into his room where they’d spent the next few hours tangled up in the sheets of his bed. He didn’t leave any part of her untouched. She could appreciate a man who wanted to make sure his partner was fully satisfied by morning. A slight soreness was developing in between her thighs, but it only brought a small smile to her lips as she lay tucked into his side.
His breaths were even while he slept, giving her time to study his silhouette in the dark. He was an alpha man all the way through. He had ensured she had reached her climax every single time before allowing himself the pleasure of release. She noticed how even in his sleep, his hand held on to her ass, keeping her close to him, her naked breasts pressed against his side, her head in the crook of his arm.
She didn’t know what the morning would bring between the two of them. His rules of not dating left this pretty much up in the air. Was this a one-time hook-up? The chemistry between them was off the charts. It would be a waste, but she had known what she was getting into agreeing to this ‘non-date’.
She gently caressed the light sprinkle of hair that littered his chest. She loved everything about his body. She couldn’t find one flaw. The hard planes were cut with muscles that shouldn’t even exist. Her core pulsed with just the thought of his thick cock. She held back a groan at the memories of taking it deep into her throat. The smoothness of his cock and the slight saltiness of his release still lingered on her tongue.
With the soft light flowing through the curtains on the windows, her motions on his chest woke his member. She smiled, making her hand go south. His abdomen quivered with her hand disappearing beneath the blanket. She wrapped it around his stiff length.
“I must not have done my job well enough,” he murmured against her forehead. His voice was husky from sleep.
She could feel his eyes on her as she ran her hand along the mushroomed tip of his cock. His grip tightened on her ass cheek, and she pushed back the covers to allow his cock to spring free.
“I think you did your job too well,” she said and playfully tightened her hand on his shaft. “I just can’t stop thinking about this. I want it again.”
“Well, then—”
The sound of an old ringtone slashed through the air, cutting him off. Marcas released a curse and reached over her toward the nightstand. He flicked the lamp on and grabbed his cell phone.
“Hold that thought,” he muttered, swiping across the glass screen to answer. “What is it?” he growled into the phone.
She tucked the covers around her then sat up and leaned back against the plush pillows while he spoke to whoever was on the line.
Work.
She could tell because of his cold responses. Three in the morning, and she knew this wasn’t a personal call. Something was going down, and SWAT was needed. He hung up and turned to her.
“You’ve got to go,” she announced, looking at him.
He jerked his head in a nod. She glanced around the room and didn’t see her clothes.
“Yeah. There’s a situation over in Melrose Heights. A hostage situation.”
“Go. I can let myself out.” She moved to get out the bed, but he drew her back in. Surprised, she glanced up at him as he pulled her face close to his. He pressed a small kiss to her lips before easing back.
“You don’t have to go now. Sleep,” he ordered, standing from the bed.
He strode over to his dresser.
“I’m not one of your men, Sergeant,” she murmured, sliding back down underneath the covers. She watched him dress, the pit of her stomach becoming queasy at the thought of him going off into a dangerous situation. The memory of his friend coming into the emergency room came to mind. She knew his job was dangerous and couldn’t help but feel a small hint of fear for his safety.
He must have read her facial expression when he came out of his closet, decked out in black army fatigues.
“You certainly are not one of my men. I don’t do what I did with you with them.” He chuckled, coming toward her.
She shifted her head back as he leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her lips. She opened her mouth, and he thoroughly kissed her, leaving her breathless when he moved away.
“Be careful,” she murmured against his lips.
“Always.”
Chapter 8
You’re off,” Declan acknowledged, coming to stand beside him as they took in the scene that was crawling with law enforcement.
The SWAT team was called in for a domestic disturbance in the area of Melrose Heights. A disgruntled man had barricaded himself in to one of the suburban homes with hostages. In these situations, SWAT was dispatched to ensure the livelihood of all parties involved. Mac and his team were able to make the entry into the home, clear it, and secure the hostages and the target. No causalities on this call.
He leaned back against the team’s armored vehicle and looked to his longtime friend.
“What are you talking about?” he growled, his irritation growing at Declan’s observance.
“Your mind wasn’t on the mission,” Declan replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring at Mac. “I know you. You moved through the motions, but you weren’t the same ‘pit bull’ Mac who usually leads this team into a situation.”
“Bullshit.”
He didn’t want to admit to his friend that he was correct. Since he’d left Sarena, his mind had been solely on her. He hadn’t liked the look on her face when he’d come out of his closet. It was one he was all too familiar with when he left for deployment.
Fear.
That was the reason why he didn’t do relationships.
But he couldn’t get the memories or taste of her from his mind. Declan was right. It was dangerous to go into a situation and not be there mentally one hundred percent.
“Where were you when you got the call?”
“I was in my fucking bed,” he snapped, pushing off the vehicle to face his friend. He didn’t owe an explanation to anyone. He scowled at Declan, knowing his buddy knew him all too well.
“And who was in it with you?”
Mac turned away with a curse. He stood with his hands on his waist and looked out at the scene. The area was flooded with investigators and the local boys in blue. He watched one of the ambulances pull off, taking a hostage to the local hospital. He turned back to Declan knowing he couldn’t lie to his friend.
“Sarena was with me,” he admitted, pulling his helmet off his head. He ran a weary hand through his hair.
He met Declan’s unwavering gaze. Declan was the first to look away with a curse.
“Listen, Mac. You know men like us aren’t good with relationships,” Declan began.
“We’re not in a relationship. It was just fucking. Expelling some pent-up sexual frustration.” Even to his ears, he didn’t like the sound of his explanation.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, what he and Sarena had shared just hours before was more than ‘just fucking’.
“I may have only met her once, but I can tell you tha
t Sarena is definitely a woman who deserves a man’s last name, Mac. Make sure she understands what she’s getting into fucking around with you.”
Declan moved to leave, but Mac growled, grabbing his friend’s arm. Declan’s eyes cut his, and they stood glaring at each other.
What could he say? He knew Declan spoke the truth. He just didn’t want to admit it aloud.
“Everything all right over here?” Ashton said behind Mac.
He turned to find the rest of their team paused, watching them. Curiosity burned in all their eyes as they stared at Mac and Declan. Myles, Brodie, Ashton, Zain, and Iker all stood poised as if ready to jump in to break up a fight between Declan and him.
Declan shook Mac’s hand off. He stalked away around the armored truck then jumped into the back. Mac glanced back at the team and nodded.
“Yeah. We’re good. Let’s go. We need to go in for debriefing and fill out our reports,” he snapped, waving them into the vehicle. He could see none of them believed him but he didn’t have to explain himself to them or Declan. He hopped in behind them and shut the door.
Brodie tapped on the partition to let Iker know they were set and ready to go back.
Tension was thick in the vehicle as it pulled off. Mac knew his friend was right, but he didn’t want to admit it. He knew Sarena understood. He had ensured she knew nothing would come of them being together.
He just didn’t understand why it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Hey, bestie!” Ronnie cried out, rushing in the door.
Ronnie Floyd and Sarena had been best friends since their sophomore year in college. They had met in nursing school and had to be lab partners. Ever since then, they had been glued at the hip to each other.
Ronnie was slightly taller than Sarena, with flawless mocha skin and long dark curls flowing down her back.
“Hey, Ronnie!” Sarena screamed and hugged her bestie. She laughed at the fact they were acting like they hadn’t seen each other in days. No, they had just seen each other yesterday at work.