Unbeatable Love

by KaLyn Cooper

  As though on cue, Rosita and her staff marched out in a line with arms filled with plates of food.

  “Men, give them room,” Alex commanded. “They’ll set up a buffet over there. Why don’t you guys eat while Kat and I figure out room assignments.”

  Being the gentlemen they were, several offered to help bring out platters, but Rosita refused their assistance.

  Tori glanced around the room and saw Lei Lu give Katlin the hand signal that she was headed up the bed. She followed suit, signaling to her team leader, then laid a hand on Marcus’s bicep and whispered into his ear, “Want to take a nap?”

  “No. But I’ll be happy to take you to bed.” The heat of his breath on her ear shot straight to her core.

  “You have no idea how much I want that.” Then she corrected herself. “How much I want you.”

  Chapter 14

  In the midst of all the confusion, Marcus followed Tori up the steps. He felt a pang of guilt for not greeting the new arrivals, but Alex seemed to have enough going on herding the men he brought with him and in greeting Katlin. Amusedly, Daniel seemed slightly overwhelmed so not shaking his hand probably didn’t matter. He wasn’t sure that Griffin and Grace had ever stopped kissing, so he doubted that acquaintance even noticed his presence. There were several other men he didn’t recognize, but he was sure he would meet them later that afternoon.

  At the top of the stairs, Tori grabbed his hand and dragged him into her room. She closed and locked the door behind her, then threw her arms around his neck. Her kiss was not gentle. Not timid. Demanding. Hot. Wet. Just like he wanted her.

  Her hands immediately went to his button-down shirt. She kissed every inch of skin as she exposed it.

  Her soft lips and hot breath on the skin at his neck was mesmerizing. He’d been enjoying the sensations so much that he’d forgotten to reciprocate. Gently grabbing her chin, he pulled her face back up to his where he recaptured her mouth. She opened for him immediately and he delved in as he ran his thumbs up and down the outside of her breasts. When she shivered, he knew he found at least one thing that she liked. It was nice to know her breasts were so sensitive. He wondered if he could make her come again just by him sucking on her nipples.

  Marcus found the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head, only separating their mouths long enough to get the material past. By then she had already gotten his shirt off. With a short fingernail, she circled the dark spot around his nipple which crinkled and hardened, just like a woman’s. His rigid cock thickened.

  Of its own accord, his body rocked into her. Since she was so tall, with the longest most beautiful legs he’d ever seen, he rubbed his length along her pubic bone.

  He had to get her out of the bra but couldn’t find the snaps in the back. “Help me out here, jag.”

  She stopped kissing him and leaned back to look at his face. “Jag?”

  Marcus smiled. “Yeah. Jag. Like a jaguar.”

  By the pensive look on her face, he could tell she was comparing herself to the large cat.

  “Jaguars are long and sleek.” He ran his hands from her neck, down her arms, over her hips as far as his hands could reach.

  He held her gaze. “They are brilliant hunters, Lady Falcon.” Picking up her right hand he rubbed the callous on the inside of her trigger finger. “They are deadly.”

  Cupping her face in both his hands, he placed a light kiss on her lips. “And they are fucking beautiful, like you.”

  She put her palms on his cheeks and ran her fingernails through his hair at his temples. Her touch raced like electricity through his system making his cock twitch. “That has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me.”

  This time her kiss was gentle, as though telling him she liked his words. He’d never been much of a talker, least of all during sex, but if words turned his jaguar into a kitten and made her purr, he’d talk to her constantly. He’d tell her how much she meant to him as he stripped away her clothes then showed her with his fingers and his tongue. He reached around her back to unhook her bra but couldn’t find the clasp. He felt like an idiot. Sure, it had been a while since he had stripped a woman out of her clothes but that was something a man never forgot how to do.

  “It’s in the front.” Tori’s words confused him until she reached between their bodies and quickly divested herself of her bra. She then took his hands and placed them over her breasts before hers fell to his belt.

  Her breasts were larger than he had thought as he gently kneaded them before he rolled her nipple between his thumbs and forefingers. Dark, and very hard, he wanted to taste. Dropping his head he took one in his mouth and sucked while gently pulling on the other.

  She moaned in pleasure and arched her back, giving him better access. As he sucked harder, her hand stroked him through his khakis, then she unzipped him. He hadn’t realized she’d already unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the waistband.

  When her long fingers wrapped around his shaft he nearly lost control.

  This was Tori. One of the most beautiful women in the world had her hand around his cock.

  The woman he had wanted seemingly all his life, dreamed of sliding into, literally held him in her hand.

  He refused to embarrass himself, least of all with her.

  Grabbing her wrist gently pulled her hand out of his pants. “Let’s take this to the bed,” he suggested. When she looked at him with questions in her eyes, he had to think quick. “If I take you against the door, the noise is going to echoed down the hall. Although many of those people are our friends downstairs, there are a lot of new men and I refuse to let them think you are something that you are not.”

  “You don’t want them to think that I’m an easy fuck?” She giggled. “But I am, if I like you.” She stared at him. “And Marcus, you know I like you. You know I want you.”

  Fuck. That’s all he was to her. Friends with benefits. At least it was something better than a wet dream. He was so hard at that point he would take whatever he could get.

  He backed her up until her knees hit the bed. He made quick work of her big designer belt and slowly unzipped her slacks. When he reached for the waistband, she arched up so he could easily pull her slacks off. He debated for only a moment, then decided he wanted to get a better look at the midnight blue scrap of lace she wore as panties.

  He didn’t even look to see where he had tossed her slacks. His entire concentration was on the three inches of lace spanning her small hips. With his fingers he traced the upper edge just under her belly button. The lace was soft and he understood why she liked it against her sex. He continued following the outer edge as it curved over her thigh until he came to the juncture of her legs.

  He kneeled and spread her knees with his palms. He could smell her arousal and see the lace was drenched. Pulling it aside, he used his thumbs to separate her folds. Running his tongue the length of her slit, he flicked her clit when he reached the top. Her hips bucked. Smiling, he glanced up her curvaceous body and found she was looking back at him.

  “Do it again,” she demanded.

  He went one better. He latched onto her clit and sucked hard, rewarded by her moans. When he slid a finger into her channel she shoved towards him, silently asking for more. Withdrawing, he added a second finger, moving them in and out of her as he alternated sucking and using the tip of his tongue on the underside to flick her clit. Her legs shook as the muscles in her body tightened. He could feel her walls clamp and release around his fingers. He thought she was close but then she would relax.

  Picking up his head, he looked at her, every limb shaking as though on the edge but not quite able to get there. With his thumb he pressed on her clit and her body nearly came off the bed. Fingers still working her, he climbed onto the bed next to her.

  “You taste like an exotic spice that I can’t get enough of.” He kissed her then, shoving his tongue into her mouth, sharing her essence with her as he pumped his fingers in and out and ran his rough thumb over
her clit. With his free hand he cupped her breast and rolled her nipple. Her back arched as he rubbed harder on her clit.

  “Come for me, my jaguar. Show me that hellcat within you.” He took her mouth just in time to swallow her screams of release. Her claws dug into his shoulders, but he didn’t care. If she scarred him, he would wear them with pride knowing that he had given this to her, and she had given everything to him.

  He kept up the pressure and movement, prolonging her orgasm.

  She tore her mouth away from his and grabbed his wrist. “Enough. I can’t take anymore.” She gasped.

  A second later her whole body shook again. Tori giggled. “Aftershocks.” She smiled at him. “I haven’t had those in years.” She reached her hand around his neck and pulled his head down toward her. “That was fucking fantastic. I haven’t come that hard in years.”

  He couldn’t hold back the grin. He had done that to her, for her. “Glad I could oblige.”

  She took hold of his throbbing cock through his silk boxers and ran her thumb over the head. “I think I’d better do something about this.”

  He grabbed her hand, holding it still as she gripped his shaft. “Are you sure?” Because he certainly wasn’t. He also wasn’t sure what she had in mind. Was she going to reciprocate in like by using her mouth on him? Would he finally get to use the condom in his wallet? At the thought of actually sliding inside of Tori, a drop escaped.

  “Mmmm.” She purred. Sitting up, she shoved his shoulder so he was lying flat on his back. With his zipper down, his slacks spread open exposing his tented boxer shorts. A small dark spot appeared at the top.

  “I really need to take care of that.” She wrapped her warm hand around him and scooted off the bed without letting go.

  Tori’s body convulsed with another aftershock as she brought her legs together and slid off the side of the bed. She had a lot of lovers in her life but not one of them had ever given her an orgasm that even compared to what Marcus had done to her. Although she had gone back for seconds a few times, once or twice even thirds, she’d never really had a friend with benefits relationship before. Mostly, because she’d never been friends with any of her lovers before Marcus.

  She was determined to make him come as hard as she had. Standing on the side of the bed she reached up to the waistband of his slacks and pulled them down, boxers and all. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock as it stood straight and thick. Without looking, she tossed the clothes to the side.

  She figured Marcus to be about six foot one, and average weight but it was obvious that he worked out. As she watched his cock pulse, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to take it in her mouth first or jump on it and go for a ride. Opening the bedside drawer, she glanced back at his cock trying to decide the size of condom needed.

  Without thinking about it she stroked his length. When she was rewarded with a drop, she automatically bent over and licked it off.

  He lifted his head, heat radiating from his eyes. “You have no idea how wonderful that feels, but you don’t have to do that. I know some women—”

  She didn’t care what other women did or didn’t do. He liked it, she would do it. She bent over and took him in her mouth, rubbing her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, sucking hard on the crown. Deciding to concentrate on that area because it was the most sensitive for a man, she wrapped her hand around the base and pumped. With her other hand she cupped his balls and gently rolled them, even though they were pulled tight against his body.

  Listening carefully to his ragged breathing, within minutes he was close. He had said it had been a while for him, too. Although she had come once already, she wanted more than his fingers.

  Lifting her head, she looked at his taut body. “I want you inside me, now.”

  He rose above the bed at the same time she rifled through the drawer looking for the right sized condom. As she pulled out a foil package, he extracted one from his wallet. She tossed hers back in the nightstand and grabbed the packet from his fingers. Noting the large size she sighed relief knowing that she had more. She ripped open the package and gently rolled it down his length.

  “Are you okay?” She was concerned at a look of pain on his face.

  “Yep.” He cupped his hands over hers and held them still. He worked his jaw for a moment, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth. “Your soft hands on my cock. I almost lost it and that’s not the way I wanted our first time to be.” He gave her a tremulous smile then leaned in and kissed her soft and gently.

  Tori wanted to be inside the bed, under the covers. She bent over to pull the comforter back and Marcus moved in behind her grabbing her hips. When he stroked her wet folds, she shuddered and fell onto the bed, face down.

  She felt the head of his cock at her entrance. Although with some men she preferred this position, it’s not how she wanted Marcus. She removed his hand from her hip and spun around to face him. She wanted to show him that he was desirable. “Oh, no. I’m in charge this time.” Turning slightly she threw back the covers. “In the bed.”

  He held her gaze for a long moment then stepped around her and crawled between the open sheets. She straddled his thighs before leaning over his body and kissing him. She liked the way his hands went to her back, gently caressing the muscles next to the spine.

  She released his mouth and kissed her way down his neck, then bit his flat nipple. He took her breasts in his hands and rolled her nipples as she gently sucked on one of his. She didn’t think it was possible, but she got wetter. He dropped his hand to her completely exposed clit and circled it with his thumb.

  If he kept that up, she was going to come again before he was inside her. She’d wanted to take this slow, but they were both more than ready. She lifted her hips and grabbed him at the base of his cock positioning him at her entrance.

  His eyes were closed.

  “Marcus, I want you to watch as I take you inside my body.” But what she really wanted was to watch his eyes as she sank deeper onto him.

  His eyes flew open and he grabbed her around the waist, his hands so large they almost touched.

  As she started to lower herself, he held her in place. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  “No. I want you to let go of me, so I can slide down your cock and ride you until we both fall apart.” That was her plan.

  When he didn’t let her go, she continued, because obviously he needed more. “Then you’re going to crawl out of this bed walk into my bathroom, right over there, and dispose of the condom before you come back into this bed and hold me while we both fall asleep.” She bent over and gave him a little kiss. “I’m sorry, but I really do need that nap.”

  A thought came to her. She grinned. “But if we happened to wake up before the other team arrives, we can do this again.” Her smile grew. “I might even let you be in charge next time.”

  He let go of her waist. “I like your plan. Especially because I’m in charge next time.”

  Slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself onto him, watching the pure bliss that covered his face. When he was fully seated, she leaned forward. A fraction of an inch from his lips, she stopped. “I like the way this feels.” If the look on his face was any indication, so did he. As she kissed him, she started moving up and down.

  He thrust his tongue in her mouth with every downward stroke. She found the dual assault exciting, but when he cupped her breasts once again, she felt her inner walls clamp.

  Marcus arched his back, lifting her off the bed, going even deeper. His pubic bone rubbed against her clit. With him filling her, the pressure against her very core, he sent her flying over the edge. He pulled her down so they were chest to chest, taking her mouth and muting her scream.

  Tori could tell he was still hard, but she was spent. She rolled to the side, still joined, then kept on going so he was on top. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, locking her feet behind his back. She knew this changed the angle.

  Barely conscious, she apologized.
“Sorry I couldn’t get you there. I’ll do better next time.”

  “I don’t know how that would be possible.” He panted as he picked up his pace. “It took everything I had to hold back until you came.” Three strokes later arched his back and groaned. He collapsed rolling to his side, taking her with him, still buried inside her.

  “Never had better.” She wasn’t sure whether she said it or he did.

  Chapter 15

  Marcus hoped the elation of the past four hours didn’t show on his face as he walked down the curved staircase to the main floor. The third time they had awakened, it was due to the mouthwatering smell of food. Their bodies had been telling them they needed to replenish the calories they had burned as the need for each other had sparked time and time again.

  Replete after each round of lovemaking, they had slept deeply, awakened not only refreshed, but ravenous for more. Marcus considered it making love because sex had never gone beyond physical satisfaction. The connection he had made with Tori had been transcendental. She had touched part of him that he didn’t even know existed, then intertwined herself through this newly discovered section of his heart, filling all the cracks with the acceptance she had given him.

  He felt like a whole man for the first time since his captivity. Tori had given that to him along with every inch of her body.

  After disposing of the third condom, he had almost retreated to his own room. He stood beside the bed, his discarded clothes at his feet, and debated stepping into his pants, commando. Her bleary eyes had opened as she lifted the covers, inviting him back into her warmth.

  He couldn’t say no to her.

  Sliding in beside her, she rolled to her side throwing a leg over his thighs and laid her soft hand over his heart before instructing him to go back to sleep. Naked in bed with the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, holding his Tori—and whether she agreed or not, she was his—he was beyond contented. He’d fallen a little more in love with her that very moment before he closed his eyes and drifted back into a deep sleep.