Aged to Perfection (7 page)

“Holy hell. That feels amazing,” she moaned out in pleasure.

Mark had never been so turned on as he was watching Rachel enjoying her toy. He tried to think of something else so he wouldn’t come in his underwear. Deep breaths, that’s what he needed in order to get control of himself. Moments later, Rachel squirmed on the bed as a second, more intense orgasm tore through her body. She screamed her release and the delicious musky scent of her arousal filled the room. Everything about this woman turned him inside out.

When her breathing came back to normal, she opened her eyes. “Wow.” She looked up at him, wide eyes filled with appreciation and something he couldn’t quite read. She sat up on the bed, pushed him back so he was lying down and pulled his boxers off.

“Your turn,” Rachel told him as she turned and reached into the drawer.

He jack-knifed up on the bed. “What the hell are you grabbing?”

A smirk on her face, she turned back around. “Oh, I see. It’s alright to use the toys on me but not you?”

He shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a traditionalist.”

She snorted. “Yeah, sure you are. I think you’re just chicken.”

Rachel pulled out her little bullet and held it up. “Just let me try something. If you don’t like it, I promise to turn it off.” Her nerves were palpable as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “Trust me.”

What the hell did she have planned? He couldn’t imagine what she wanted to do that had her looking so unsure, but he trusted her, didn’t he? Mark looked at her for a long time before finally lying back down on the bed. “Alright, but just so you know, I’m a virgin, so go easy,” he joked.

Her pupils dilated with lust, she licked her lip. “I’ll be gentle,” Rachel told him as crawled over him. Straddling his legs, she leant down and gripped his penis in one hand. She brought the tip of her tongue to the head of his cock.

The first swipe of her tongue almost undid him. Mark was so close after getting her off. Her other hand dipped between his legs, tickling his balls. The dull sound of the bullet starting up caused him to tense.

“Relax,” she whispered as she licked his shaft from root to tip.

The sensation of the bullet at the base of his balls nearly made him come off the bed. “Fuck,” he grunted.

“Good?” she asked.

“Mmm you could say that.”

A smile curved up the corners of her lips, and she began nibbling the sensitive tip of his dick at the same time she pressed the bullet against the smooth skin behind his sac.

He grabbed her hair and pushed her back. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop right now.”

Her purely carnal look darkened her eyes, with hunger and desire. “I want you to come.”

She pushed the bullet back against him and licked the sensitive flesh at the base of his head. His balls pulled up tightly. Rachel slid her lips over his cock and sucked him deeply. Her hot, wet mouth sent him over the edge. She kept sucking, swallowing all he had to offer.

When he was finished, she pulled back and licked her lips, wiping the edge of her mouth with her finger. “Yummy.”

Mark grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her towards him, plundering her mouth with his tongue. He could taste himself in her mouth. It fucking turned him on. There was just something so damn hot about a woman who enjoyed sucking dick. And when that woman was Rachel, it was so much better. Mind-blowing didn’t even begin to describe what he felt.

Chapter Seven

Rachel slipped on her coral bikini and pulled a lightweight summer dress over the top. “It’s going to be great. You look good. Relax,” she told her reflection in the mirror.

Meeting Mark’s friends was a huge step in their relationship. Meeting friends took them from casual sex partners to a couple. Rachel smoothed on her lip gloss.
What if they don’t like me?

“
Arg.
” She needed to get over it. They were just regular people.

Mark’s arrival forced her to stop her conversation with herself. She slipped into her flip-flops and answered the door. The air whooshed out of her lungs at the sexy picture Mark made before her. His button-up shirt hung open over his board shorts, revealing his abs and treasure trail. Yummy.

She trailed a finger down his chest, over his stomach, and smiled when his muscles quivered under her touch as she continued down his body, stopping at the edge of his shorts. “You sure we have to go to this party? I’ll bet I could make you enjoy staying right here.”

Mark groaned. “I’m sure you could. But I promised Tony we’d come, so he’s expecting us.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Alright. Your loss.”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her against his body. The ridge of his erection pressed against her stomach. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

“You’d better.” Rachel grabbed her beach bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Let’s go then.”

Mark spent the twenty-minute drive filling Rachel in on all the people who would be at the party. When he pulled up to his friend’s house, Rachel stepped out of the car, leaned against the door and took a deep breath to gather her courage. After quickly rounding the hood of the car, Mark wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Relax. They won’t bite. I promise.” He leant down and kissed the side of her neck. “But if you ask nice, I might later.”

Rachel turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her body against him. “You just keep making all these promises about later.” She nipped his bottom lip between her teeth. “You sure you can follow through?”

He ground his erection against her. “Does that feel like I can’t follow through?”

“Mmm no, it feels fantastic. I want to run my tongue over the head and flick that delicious slit on the top.”

Mark pulled back, his breathing heavy, his eyes slumberous and aroused. He looked her in the eyes then grabbed her hand and pulled her around the side of the house and into the garage, locking the door behind them.

Excitement surged through her. With a smile, Rachel dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled the front of his shorts down, releasing his throbbing erection. “Mmm,” she murmured before sticking her tongue out and licking the bead of arousal at the tip.

“Jesus, Rach,” he muttered, tangling his hands roughly into her hair. The painful pull on her scalp told her just how aroused he was at the prospect of a blowjob.

She deep throated his erection, as she tickled the sensitive flesh behind his sac. With her fingernail, she gently traced over his balls the way she knew he liked. She sucked her cheeks in and opened her throat to pull him deeply into her mouth. It only took a couple of sucks before his hands fisted in her hair as he bit back the noise of his orgasm ripping through his body. Not letting up, she continued to suck his cock deeply into her mouth until she’d milked every last drop out of him. Before Mark, she hadn’t liked to swallow, but with him, she loved everything about it.

Standing, she wiped the edge of her mouth and smiled at Mark. She felt powerful. In control. Something she very much needed to feel going into this party. “Thank you,” she said.

“I should be the one thanking you. That was amazing. Completely unexpected. What was that about?” Curiosity warred with the complete satisfaction on his face as he looked at her.

She shrugged. How could she explain that she needed to solidify her place with him because she was feeling so insecure about meeting his friends—in her bathing suit, no less?

Mark looked at her, staring into her soul. He kissed her gently on the lips. “You have nothing to worry about. If this is really making you that uncomfortable, Rach, we don’t have to go in.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Really. I have to get it over with sometime, right?”

“Yeah.”

She bent at the waist, flipped her head down and ran her fingers through her hair fluffing it back up, then whipped upright again. “Well, how’s it look?”

“Sexy as hell.”

She smiled. “Does it look like you’ve been grabbing it?”

“Grabbing it? No, but it definitely has a wild thing going on.”

“Ugh.” She tried to finger comb it to tame it down.

Mark placed his hand against her fingers to stop her. “Leave it. You look hot.” Taking her hand, he led her out of the garage and around the side of house into the backyard.

A tall, dark-haired guy walked towards them. “Mark, you finally made it.” When he reached them, he shook Mark’s hand before turning his attention to Rachel. His gaze slid over her body admiringly. .

“You must be Rachel. Glad you could come. ” He took her hand and shook it warmly.

Not seeing any censure in his eyes, just complete male appreciation, she immediately relaxed. “Thanks for having me.”

“I wish I was,” he replied so quietly she wasn’t sure he had really said it until she noticed the look Mark was giving his friend.
What the hell is that about?
Mark looked ready to hit him.

“What?” Tony asked Mark.

“Watch it,” he replied, wrapping his arm around Rachel’s shoulder.

“You want a drink?” Tony asked her, indicating the bar area littered with blenders.

She glanced around the pool deck at all the girls with their fruity drinks with umbrellas. God, had she ever been that young? “Yeah, a beer would be great.”

“Beer? Really? We have lots of other stuff,” Tony told her.

“No thanks, beer’s good.”

Tony slapped his hand across his heart. “I think I’m in love. You don’t, by any chance, follow sports.”

“Season Bronco’s tickets,” she replied, then arched her hand towards Mark. “He’s eagerly anticipating the season.”

“No shit.” Tony shook his head. “How come you always find the good ones?”

Mark shifted his shoulders. “It’s a gift.”

Tony reached into the cooler and pulled out two beers for them. “Enjoy.”

Beers in hand, Mark led Rachel over to a group of people sitting under a gazebo. “Did you make that?” she asked him.

“Yep. Other than the pool, I did all the landscaping for Tony.”

Rachel let her gaze roam around the yard, taking in the bar, multiple seating areas mixed in with green space. It was a fantastic backyard.

“You did an amazing job. I’m definitely going to be able to fire a lot of referrals your way.”

She looked at the gazebo in amazement. It rose from the ground like a monument to masculinity. Its huge chunky frame, strong and powerful. “Mark, you truly are talented. That gazebo is great. It completely suits Tony.”

He laughed. “Loud and ostentatious.”

She smacked his arm. “No. It’s fantastic.” She looked down at the path. “Is this slate?”

Mark groaned and grabbed her. “No work. Turn that designer brain off,” he joked.

“Sorry. Occupational hazard.” She took a pull of her beer, enjoying the yeasty brew sliding down her throat.

As they walked up to the group, Mark grabbed a chair with one hand and pulled it into the circle. He sat and pulled Rachel down onto his lap, making it clear to everyone that she was with him, and introduced her to everyone.

She noticed more than one jealous look from the girls at the party. One in particular, a girl named Lisa, was shooting daggers at her. Yep, this was going to be fun.

Rachel sat listening intently to the conversations around her. The guys had clearly been friends for a long time. The camaraderie and friendship was obvious to even the most unobservant outsider.

Lisa did her level best to exclude Rachel from the conversation. Annoyed, Rachel excused herself to go to the washroom. When she got back, Mark was in the pool with most of the people from the gazebo.

“Hey, Rach, come join us,” Mark called as she walked past.

Before Rachel had a chance to answer, Lisa pulled on Mark’s arm. “Come on, we’re going to play volleyball. Sorry, Rachel, we have enough for two teams as it is.”

Rachel raised her eyebrow at the girl. “No worries. I’ll just enjoy my beer.”

“You sure? I can get out if you want,” Mark told her.

“No, don’t be silly. Have fun.”

Mark looked at her then nodded his head.

Rachel sat back down in a vacant seat in the gazebo and talked with Sheila, another woman who’d opted out while the volleyball game went on. Rachel couldn’t help but grit her teeth watching Lisa try her best to hang on Mark and get his attention.

“She is so pathetically obvious,” Sheila said.

“That’s one word for it,” Rachel replied, getting more annoyed by the minute.

When the volleyball game wrapped up, Rachel set her beer down on the ground. “I’ve had enough of this shit.”

Sheila grinned. “Crush her.”

Rachel smiled. “Oh, I intend to.”

Mark looked over as Rachel stood. She made sure she had complete eye contact with him and shot him a look that promised a night of sin.

Lisa continued to try and get Mark’s attention. Without breaking eye contact with Rachel, he shoved Lisa away and moved towards the edge of the pool. He rested both elbows on the edge. “You coming in?”