Trista Ann Michaels (8 page)

His hand slid lower and untied the belt of her robe, letting the material fall open to expose her naked body beneath.

“Spread your legs for me,” he murmured in her ear and she did.

Despite her anger at him, she still wanted to do as he commanded. It was as though she couldn’t deny him anything, even her body.

He dipped his hand, settling it over her aching mound. Sinclair whimpered as his fingers slowly separated her labia and began to spread the cream that leaked from her opening. He dipped one finger inside her channel and she moaned as he pressed it deep.

“Mmm, nice,” he purred against her mouth.

Her lips parted in anticipation of his kiss, but it didn’t come. Instead, he pulled his finger free and lifted it to his mouth. She watched in lustful fascination as he licked the cream from his knuckles.

“I think I want you for breakfast,” he whispered and her whole body tingled.

He slipped his arm under her knees and lifted her. She gasped, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. No one had ever carried her like this and it made her heart skip a beat in excitement.

They didn’t go far. Instead of heading into the cabin like she’d expected, he set her on the edge of the table, out of the way of the breakfast dishes. She glanced quickly around the beach, hoping no one was close by.

“Marcus,” she murmured. “We’re out in the open.”

“I know,” he said as he coaxed her to lie back on the table. “Don’t worry about who’s out there,” he added as he slid his palms down her sides to grasp her hips and tug her close to the edge. “Just think about me and what I’m going to do to you.”

He said it in such a sexy tone, she couldn’t help but do as he commanded. And command is exactly what he did. Even if he said it softly, he had a way about him, a tone to his voice that brook no argument.

Using his palms, he pressed her knees to her chest, forcing her legs wide. She was fully exposed and she felt the heat of a blush move over her whole body as he stared down at her. Removing one hand from her leg, he reached for her pussy. He dragged the back of his fingers down her slit, barely touching her, but it was enough to make her hips buck.

He dipped one finger into her channel before pulling it back out and spreading the cream through her labia. Sinclair sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying his soft touch.

“Hold your legs,” he commanded.

She put her hands at the back of her legs, holding them in place.

“I think I like you this way,” he whispered as he lowered his head and placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Your legs spread, your pussy smooth, slick and hot … ready for the taking.”

Sinclair could hardly breathe as he moved his gentle, teasing kisses lower along her body. He seemed to deliberately avoid all the places that would bring her the most pleasure, such as her nipples. Marcus loved to tease, to drive her insane. That’s one thing she’d learned about him last night. He liked to prolong it, to take his time.

He finally dipped his head between her legs and she held her breath, listening to the sound of the waves as they crashed on shore and the voices in the distance. Her clit was so sensitive, so alive with sensation that the barest of touches would set her ablaze.

If she came too soon, would Marcus take her back to the shower and punish her again? Just thinking about it made her walls clench in excitement.

He used the pad of his thumbs to separate her labia, exposing her swollen nub. His hot breath blew across it and she shivered, lifting her hips ever so slightly.

Chapter Ten

Marcus smiled as he watched her body react to his touch. She was so responsive, so passionate; he could hardly contain his own lust. Making love to her was a challenge for his self control, that was for damn sure. She made him crazy without really even trying.

Her clean-shaven pussy lips made his cock throb. She was so perfect, so … he licked his tongue along her slit and sighed. So sweet. Her gasp made him grin and he bit down on the edge of her labia. Not enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention and make her moan in pleasure.

He never imagined his little, sweet, soft-hearted Sinclair was a submissive. He wasn’t even sure she knew it. But she did after last night. She enjoyed the flogger, much more than he’d anticipated for her first time.

He pulled back and studied her pussy, letting his fingers smooth through the cream, spreading it all over her labia. Her hips bucked and wiggled as he slid her clit between his first and second finger and then pulled back again. He wanted her so bad, he wasn’t sure he could keep this up without dropping his pants and burying himself balls deep into her hot sheath.

He moved his hand lower and pressed three fingers into her vagina. Her ass lifted off the table as she groaned, forcing them deeper. Or at least trying to. He could tell she was close and he didn’t want her coming yet so he removed his fingers and licked at her opening with the tip of his tongue.

She cried out and gripped his hair, forcing his face closer. Marcus pulled back and grabbed her hand, removing her death grip on his head.

“Don’t make me punish you again, Sinclair,” he purred.

Sinclair’s eyes widened just a little, then she surprised him by snorting. “I think I liked that punishment. Maybe I want it again.”

Marcus rose above her, letting his groin rest against her pussy. “Did you like being whipped, Sinclair?”

Her hips rocked against him and he had to grit his teeth to keep from thrusting into her even with his clothes on. His cock was as hard as a damn rock.

She nodded. He swallowed at the look of lust in her eyes at the mere mention of being whipped. He ground himself against her mound and she moaned. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and he swallowed back a tortured groan of his own.

“That’s good to know.” He pulled away and moved back to his seat.

He watched the surprised look cross her face as he sat down in his chair. What would she do? Would she return to her seat or would she make the move?

Her gaze turned to his and narrowed. He had a hard time fighting the smile that threatened to spread his lips, but instead, he just raised an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“What are you doing?” she asked, obviously confused.

“Just watching you,” he replied.

She let her legs fall and she sat up, resting her bottom against the edge of the table. She stared at him briefly before her eyes moved to his engorged cock that had tented his pants. He lowered the material, exposing his rod to her gaze. She licked her lips and precum leaked from the tiny slit as he imagined her dragging that tongue along his tip. He’d make her do that … later. If she did it now, he’d come all over her. He was that turned on.

How could she do that to him so damn fast?

He smiled slightly as she lifted her chin, a determined expression pulling at her brow. What was she about to do? She came toward him and took his hand in hers. She pulled him, obviously wanting him to come to his feet. He did as she silently requested and followed her into the cabin, then into his bedroom.

So she was going to make the move. Good for her for going after what she wanted. She positioned him so his back was to the bed and slid her hands down his chest and around his waist. She cupped his ass, giving it a squeeze before pushing his pants down his legs, where they pooled at his feet. He stepped out of them, watching her as she lowered her robe to the floor.

He liked this aggressive Sinclair. So much so, his whole body burned to have her, to make her a part of him.

His gaze took in her flushed skin, her firm breasts and curvy hips. She placed her palms against his chest and shoved, catching him by surprise. He fell back against the bed with a startled oomph and before he could even stop bouncing, she landed on top of him, her legs straddling his hips.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured as she positioned herself over his throbbing rod and sank down.

Her walls were warm and slick and so fucking tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from losing his seed before the fun even began. He grasped her hips, lifting her so she could slide down his length again. He groaned and lifted his own hips, meeting her halfway and burying himself even deeper within her hot walls.

She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself upright. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, exposing her graceful neck and thrusting her full, firm breasts out. He reached up and cupped them, using his fingers and thumbs to pinch the rose-colored nipples. She sighed and wiggled her hips, rocking them against his groin.

With a growl of pure lust, he gripped her shoulders and rolled her to her back. Her eyes opened wide in startled surprise as he settled over her, thrusting deep within her walls.

“You just thought you were in control,” he murmured before leaning down and covering her mouth with his.

He swallowed her moans, pushing his tongue past her parted lips to taste and tease. He loved the way she kissed; the way she gave as good as she got. She matched his appetite and then some.

Bracing himself on one elbow, he slid his other hand under her ass and lifted her to meet his pounding thrusts. He briefly wondered if he was hurting her, but the second her legs lifted around his hips, he knew he wasn’t. She liked what he was doing and he liked that she was about to come.

Her walls contracted around his cock, squeezing him, milking his length as he quickened his pace. He wanted to come with her, to explode as she did.

“Marcus,” she hissed against his lips as her body stiffened beneath him.

He pressed deep and ground his groin against her clit. She screamed and her eyes closed tight.

“Look at me,” he growled as her walls throbbed and pulsed around him.

She opened her eyes and he stared into them as he lost his own control and spilled his seed deep inside her with one final thrust. Dropping his forehead to hers, he sighed and closed his eyes.

The words
I love you
were on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn’t sure she was ready to hear them and he definitely didn’t want to say it after sex. She would think it was just an emotional response and he didn’t mean it.

When he did say it he didn’t want there to be any doubt he meant it.

Chapter Eleven

Sinclair rolled to her side and rested her cheek on her hand. She couldn’t seem to stop staring at Marcus. She’d never been able to just openly admire him. His broad chest, his strong arms, his thick legs, his pecs… She sighed and tried to think of something other than licking those dark nipples.

“So,” she began. “Are we just going to lie in bed all day or are we going to get out there and do something? I mean if I recall, I’m supposed to be checking this place out.”

Marcus turned to his side as well and smiled. God, he looked good enough to eat. She reached out and placed her hand against his smooth chest. The muscles twitched beneath her fingers and she smiled, smoothing her palm over his nipple.

“Keep that up and we’ll never leave this bed,” he purred and every part of her body heated.

Just his words alone could make her crazy for him. She still couldn’t believe she’d dragged him into the bedroom and shoved him onto the bed. What his motive had been out there, she wasn’t sure. He’d started licking her pussy, gotten her crazy horny, then walked away and watched her as though he were waiting to see what she did.

Did he want to see if she would do something herself? Or maybe sit and pretend nothing had happened? She’d been too turned on for that. Whatever Dom thing it was he’d been doing, he definitely liked what she’d done.

“There’s still lots of breakfast left.” He lifted her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her fingers.

Her whole arm tingled with the light touch of his lips.

“I’m not hungry right now,” she said. “Besides, I’m supposed to be working.”

Marcus smiled softly around the back of her hand. “I have a feeling the boss will understand.”

“Think so, huh?” she said snidely.

“I have an ‘in’ with him. Besides, we are working, checking things out. Check in went just as planned,” he winked. She narrowed her eyes at him, but he just grinned. “Room service was prompt. Food was good…what I had of it. For entertainment, we could check out the rest of the resort. I think I saw some sort of schedule on the counter earlier.”

His gaze lifted to meet hers and there was a twinkle within his deep blue eyes. “That’s the schedule for the sex games,” she breathed. “Do you want to do the sex games?”

He nodded and she thought about it, intrigued. “What exactly are sex games?” she asked.

“Well, they have a show that’s very arousing. Most of the audience ends up having sex, the rest watches.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

He nodded.

She shook her head and laughed softly. “I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that.”

“There’s always the beach.” He used the tip of his finger to trace her jaw. His touch was light and sweet, making her want to do nothing more than cuddle in his arms. “We could rent a yacht, go out on the water for the day.”

She slid her fingers down his stomach, moving them over his washboard abs. “That sounds interesting.” Although truthfully, all she could think about was kissing him again.

“Focus, my little minx,” he growled.

He grasped her hand in his and held it against his heart, keeping her from exploring farther.

She sighed. “Fine. I’m focusing.”

“No you’re not.” He grinned as he tipped her chin back up so she met his gaze. “Eyes here.”

“What?” she whined. “This is me … focusing.”

He chuckled. “No, this is you eyeing my cock and making it get hard again.”

She harrumphed. “I wasn’t looking at that. I was looking at your stomach.”

His lips twitched. “My stomach?”

“Yeah, I was wondering how long you had to work out to get those ridges.” She dropped her hand back down to his stomach and brushed her fingers over his muscles.

Marcus’s deep chuckle sent a wave of desire to her core and she bit at her lower lip.

“It wasn’t nearly as hard to get the ridges as it was to lose the fat that covered them.”