As Luck Would Have It (4 page)

Pushing Marcus under the water, she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and yanked it over her head. She dropped the shirt to the floor as she stepped into the shower.

All of a sudden the water went cold.

“Are you trying to freeze my nipples off? It’s really cold.  Isn‘t that gonna work against us?”

“After the lunch we just had, and now you standing in front of me butt naked, I’m pretty sure that if you just open your mouth, I’m gonna blow my load.”

Without moving her eyes from Marcus, Sydney reached down and firmly but gently wrapped her fingers around his member and began moving her fist up and down in a slow, steady motion.

Soft moans escaped his mouth. She formed a ring with her thumb and index finger, placed it at the base of his shaft and applied light pressure while fondling his testicles with her other hand.

“Syd, I really can’t …”

Looking down, she continued stroking his shaft with one hand. With the other, she gently messaged the skin between his ass and balls. She could’ve sworn she saw his toes curl.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

His body began to convulse. Semen was gushing like someone had turned on the faucet.

Sydney continued stroking until the very last drop was out. She reached for the soap, lathered her hands up and cleaned him,  starting at his penis, then his balls, followed by his inner thigh, down to his knee, his left foot, then right, back up to his knee, and then his other inner thigh.

She looked up at Marcus. As he nodded his head yes, she placed the sweetest peck on his pecker and continued up, washing his six pack, his muscular chest, and his toned arms. She lathered his shoulders and ran her hands down his arms to grab his hands and lick each finger individually.

Turning him, she washed his broad back, running her hands down his sides and finally arriving at his ass. She washed each cheek separately. When she reached up to wash his bald head he turned quickly, grabbing her around her waist. He tugged her hair back and landed the most erotic kiss she’d ever received.

“Now it’s my turn,” he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in a devilish manor.

To Sydney’s surprise, he squeezed a good amount of shampoo into his hands and began lathering her head, massaging her scalp ever so gently. He stepped back to watch the bubbles cascade down her body.

Marcus watched intently as she raised her hands to rinse the shampoo. Her nipples were fully erect on her perfect breasts, which were full, soft, and just the right size.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Without using any soap, he rubbed both breasts simultaneously, placing her nipples between his thumb and index fingers and tugging slightly. He moved his hands down her sides and across her belly until they reached her hips. He ran his finger across the scar she had just above her mound. Sydney squirmed just slightly. His face was now level with her tweedlebug. It was so cute and cleanly shaven.

Slowly, he ran his middle finger through her folds and inserted it into her, withdrawing it just as slowly. She was just as wet inside as she was out, if not wetter. Marcus felt a burning desire to play with her sex until she was completely spent.

Without going any further, he stood and brushed his lips against her ear. “We still have dessert we didn’t finish.” Her slight moan told him she was done showering. He shut off the water and waited for Sydney to make a move.

She reached out of the shower and grabbed the robes. Handing one to Marcus, she said, “I’d love some dessert, but I’d like to finish what I started, only I’m not starting from the beginning. I’m going straight to the treasure.”

“I already like the way your hands feel on me. Shit, if you can work that magic with your tongue…” Marcus grabbed the robe and followed Sydney.

She guided Marcus to a sitting position on the bed. Without hesitation, she put her hands on his knees, spread his legs, and knelt in front of him.

Feeling a little silly, she looked up at Marcus and

asked, “What do I do with the hardware?”

With a crooked smile, he simply replied, “Do what you would normally do.”

Again, this wasn’t something she’d normally do. It was pretty much vanilla sex with Philippe, with an occasional toy now and then. Her biggest concern was if she’d be able to swallow.
Well, whatever happens happens.

             
She licked her lips and dove right in. Holding him firmly at the bottom of his shaft, she placed delectable little kisses from its bottom to the top. She licked the rim of the head, making a complete circle and then sucking just the tip before inserting his entire dick into her mouth.

Rhythmically, she bobbed her head up and down, continuously sucking and occasionally swallowing. Marcus’ breathing came quick and shallow. He fell back onto the bed and arched his back, his muscle tense.  

Sydney removed her mouth and began rapid-fire pumping with her hand. When the head of his cock became huge and engorged, she replaced her hand with her mouth and sucked till he burst. She milked him until she couldn’t take it anymore and swallowed.

Before she had time to react, Marcus was lifting her up to the bed and rolling her over on her back. “Don’t move.  I’ll be right back.”

Lurching from the bed, he grabbed the chocolate mousse pie and can of whipped cream. “I did mention I wanted dessert.”

He scraped the top of the pie with two fingers and spread it all over her pussy and then used the whipped cream to top his dessert. Using his tongue as a spoon, he started between her thighs and precisely licked up the sides of her folds. She moaned as his tongue licked directly up the
center, into her drenched slit.The sensation as he ran his tongue through her slit practically had her spiraling in oblivion. When his mouth reached her clit, she wanted him to thrust his tongue into her.

The rising motion of her hips was a welcoming invite. He trust his tongue into her pussy until his nose was pressed against her pearl as he swayed his head from side to side.

Her soft moans became increasingly louder.
Panting, she gripped the sheets. “Oh fuck, Marcus.” She was close to the edge. He could taste her juices.

He inserted his index finger into her vagina and placed his thumb on her clit, vigorously rubbing it and her G-spot simultaneously until she climaxed. “Holy fucking shit!” Her legs were shaking, and she couldn’t control them.

“It’s so hot when you scream profanities, and I love when you say my name.” He crawled up her body so he could see her face.

“Stop making fun of me.”

Marcus looked her right in the eyes, “I’m serious, nothing funny about it. It’s so hot and sexy. And surprising.” He had a very serious look on his face.

“What?”

“It’s surprising because every time we’re being intimate, you have this look that I’ve never seen on anyone’s face before. It’s a combination of fear and uncertainty. Are you afraid of me?”

She hesitated, “No, I’m more afraid of me.”

“I don’t understand.”

Throwing her arm over her eyes, as if he wouldn’t be able to see her, she admitted, “I don’t know who I am. I’ve never been this forward and sexually adventurous. I feel so out of my realm and yet so comfortable with you.” Her lip started to quiver.

“Sydney.” He removed her arm from her eyes. “There is nothing you could do that would be wrong sexually. This isn’t typical for me either. You draw this out of me. I can’t help but want to touch you.” He brushed the back of his knuckles over her cheek. “I would never make you do something you didn‘t want to do. I‘ve been trying to take it slow.”
Truth is I wanna fuck the shit out of you till you scream every profanity in the book.

Cupping his face, she pulled him down to her for a gentle open mouth kiss, slightly extending her tongue to touch his lips. She could still taste herself on his lips. And she liked it.

She came in with a vengeance. Her mouth was open before it made contact with his. She ran her tongue over his lips, swabbed the inside of his mouth, and tried to lick his tonsils.

Marcus had to push her back. “Whoa.” Then he heard her whisper, “Yum.” Now he was going in with a vengeance. Regaining his composure, he pulled away, holding her at the shoulders.

“You know there’s only one other place this can go.”

“Yeah, can I make a request?”

“Sure.”

“No condom. I want to feel the barbell with no barrier. I’ve heard some crazy shit about intercourse with pierced dicks.”

“I’d like nothing more than to be able to give you absolute pleasure. I just don’t know that I’ll be able to control myself once I’m inside you.”

“Marcus, this factory’s been closed for thirteen years now. No worries there. And I’ve only been with one person for the last twenty five years. I’m pretty sure I’m disease free.”

“Just so you know, I’m also clean. Not that I sleep with a lot of women, but I’m not a fan of the rain coats either and I get checked regularly.”

And so the marathon continued.

He embraced her like he was never going to let her go, rolling onto his back and positioning her right on top of him. “You control the pace. I want you to be comfortable with whatever happens.”

“I’ve never been in control, I’m not sure I can do it.”

“Syd, you’ve been controlling me mentally since we met. I’m sure the physical part will be just as easy.”

She straddled him and smooched his lips. As she pushed back to lower her lips to his chest, his cock brushed the crack of her ass, sending an amazing feeling through her body and causing her to sit upright.

Marcus felt her wetness on his stomach. He wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. If he wasn’t inside her soon he would lose all rational thought.

“Babe, I can feel how wet you are already. Raise your ass and lower it on my cock. You’re driving me insane. But I’m warning you now, the longer you tease me, the harder I’m gonna fuck you silly.”

I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing.

Sydney raised her hips, grabbed his cock, and guided it to the opening of her pussy. Immediately, she felt the ball at the end of the barbell touch her clit. It sent an electric spark right to her head, frying her brain. The next thing she knew, she had him completely in her and was bucking wild. She felt the barbell rubbing the inside of her walls. She wanted to feel it rub against her clit again. Raising her ass slightly, she rubbed her clit against the barbell several times. 

Before she knew it, she was flat on her back, legs spread, with his cock at her entrance and his face right in front of hers. “I warned you not to tease, and you looked so pleased with yourself. Payback’s a bitch,” he warned with a chuckle...

He inserted the tip of his dick just enough to hit her clit with the barbell, and withdrew it slowly. He did it again, but this time, he quickly withdrew. Rubbing the barbell repeatedly against her clit, he waited until he could feel her getting tight.

Marcus thought he could tease her, but she was enjoying the sensation so thoroughly that she was close to the edge. “Oh god, Marcus. Shit, just fuck me already.”

Unable to resist, he rammed his cock completely into her, pushing her over the edge. The pulsating feeling of her orgasm around his dick combined with her hot wetness took him to his breaking point. He came ferociously, hitting her G-spot every time he jerked, causing her to climax once more.

He slowly pulled out and slid to her side, turning her head to look at him. “Hey, you okay?”

“Considering this is my first marathon, I’d say I’m feeling pretty good. Not sure I’ll be up for another anytime soon without some proper training.” She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled so good. She could stay in his arms forever.

Marcus felt content having Sydney snuggled up against him. He reached for the sheets and covered their bodies. He didn’t want any of her insecurities rearing their ugly little faces. She was absolutely stunning to him. He’d cherish this moment forever.

If Marcus’ cell phone hadn’t chirped, they would have slept through the night. After taking the call, Marcus returned to bed. “I have to meet clients for dinner tomorrow, but I’d love to spend the day with you.”

“I can do a day thing. I packed shorts. As long as it’s nothing fancy.”

“I thought we could walk the Miracle Mile and shop. We can’t stay in everyday, as much as I enjoyed myself today.” He kissed her still swollen lips and headed for the door. “I’ll have a car pick us up at nine. Meet me in the lobby.” Marcus turned to take one last look at her before leaving. “Good night.”
I Love you!

The door closed as Sydney muttered, “Nite.” Then she rolled over and went back to sleep.

CHAPTER
five

Sydney jolted up in bed. “Shit.”
What time is it?
Thank god the sun was blazing through the window or Sydney would have overslept.

She had forty-five minutes to get ready. She showered and rummaged through her bag for an outfit. She grabbed a pair of dark denim shorts, a multi colored striped V-neck t-shirt, and her navy blue flip flops. She threw her wet hair up into a messy bun and hurried to meet Marcus.

When she entered the lobby, Marcus was leaning against one of the decorative tables. She licked her lips to give them a glossy look since she had forgotten her lip gloss at home. He wore dark denim shorts with a black, white and gray striped shirt and his high top sneakers, untied. Sydney raised her head and eyes to the sky, as if that’s where Philippe was.
Is this a joke? Are you subconsciously telling him what to wear? How bizarre.
They almost matched again.

He noticed her the second she came into view. Before saying a word, he kissed her wet lips, “Morning.” Grabbing hold of her hand, he led her to the door, “Are you ready to shop?”

“Are you kidding? That’s like asking a bee if they make honey. I was born to shop. I only wish I had brought my other credit cards.” Waiting outside for them was a silver metallic Cadillac XTS. “Wow, nice car.”

“I have a few clients that owe me favors, so I called in a few.” He reached for the back door to open it. “Slide in.” He mentioned to the driver that they were going to Planet Hollywood and continued his conversation with Sydney. “I told you this venture was my treat. I planned some things for the rest of the week, and you’re definitely gonna need other things besides what you packed.”

“Like what? Where are we going?” she asked

“It’s a surprise. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what you need to wear on each day. It’ll be fun. Trust me.”

“Obviously I trust you. I’m just not sure if I like being told what to wear. But then again, I won’t know where we’re going so whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes.

When they arrived at the mall, Marcus placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the mall entrance. “Let’s get some coffee first. Then I’ll tell you what you’ll need, and you can tell me where you want to shop. Is that a plan?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’m gonna need something with that coffee. I’m starving.”

Marcus laughed, “Yeah, we didn’t have much of a dinner last night. I’ll make sure you have a good lunch.”

“Oh, and I have to get something for my lips. It’s so dry out here that they’re killing me.”

“You’re not kidding. They’re killing me too. All I want to do is kiss them.” He pulled her into him and laid a hot, sexy kiss on them. “There. Now, let’s get some coffee.”

Sydney looked mystified. “Such a public show of affection.”

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t meant to embarrass you. I just want to make sure everyone knows you’re with me.”

“I’m more than certain that it will be me trying to fight off all the girls lusting after you.”

“You’d fight for me? That’s hot and sweet at the same time, and I’m more than certain you’d kick their asses.” He drew her closer for a hug. “All the guys keep looking at you in that tiny shirt. I swear you packed your daughters’ shirts by mistake.” 

“They’re not my daughters’, and I guess we’ll be buying some new t-shirts,” she replied with a smirk and a swat of his ass.

“Oh. I love the tiny shirts. I’ll just have to keep you close to me at all times.”

“Works for me.”

Their first stop was the Nestle Tollhouse Café. They both got a coffee, and Sydney got a few macaroons. Ready to go, she looked around for Marcus and noticed him eying the chocolate covered desserts. “Been there, done that. Wouldn’t mind doing it again but we’re moving on,” she said, as she remembered the other night.

They shopped for lip gloss, clothes for Sydney, and a few items for Marcus. At each store Sydney attempted to use her credit card, and Marcus would just take it from the cashier’s hand and hand it back to Sydney. Getting a little pissed, Sydney mentioned, “I can pay for my own stuff you know.”

“I’m sure you can, but I told you this shopping spree was on me. If I’m picking out the clothing, I should pay.” With a silly grin, he continued, “This way, when we go into the next store, there won’t be any arguments.”

“Which store would that be? We’ve already been in Victoria’s Secret, and you bought two or three bralette sets to go with each outfit.”

“As much as I like the stuff from Victoria’s Secret, I love the stuff from Frederick’s better.”

“Frederick’s?”

“Yeah, Frederick’s of Hollywood. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

There’s that grin again.
“Of course I’ve heard of it. I’m just too old to shop at that store now.”

“Bull shit, and we’re going even if I have to throw you over my shoulder. Don’t tempt me ‘cause I will.”

Rolling her eyes, she caved in and followed him without another word.
I hope he doesn’t pick out anything tacky, ‘cause I just won’t wear it. And why do we need sexy lingerie anyway? It only stays on for a few seconds and then ends up on the floor.

“Don’t worry. I won’t pick out anything tacky. I did alright with the other stuff. Right?”

Fuck. How does he read my mind?
“Okay, okay. I didn’t say anything.” Defensively, Sydney added, “I just don’t get the big deal.”

“Baby, it’s not a big deal. It’s like having a present at Christmas. It gives me something to unwrap. I already love the gift that will be in it and the anticipation of unwrapping that gift makes it even better. I love unwrapping presents.”

Did he just say he loves me? No. Yes, I‘m the gift, and he said he loves the gift. I heard him say it. But did he mean it? You’re doing it again, clouding you head with bull shit that doesn’t matter. Just fucking enjoy him.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and realized Marcus was staring at her. “What?”

“Nothing, you just had that look like you were in deep thought again. You know you can talk to me about anything. I won’t judge.”

“You need to stop reading my mind. It’s really starting to freak me out. Do you have some kinda paranormal powers?

“Can we do Frederick’s already so we can get lunch?” he asked, ignoring the question.

Standing in the doorway of Frederick’s, Sydney looked up as if to ask God for help.

“God can’t help you with this. That’s why I’m here. Come on.” Marcus tugged her into the store.

Marcus surveyed the racks. Sydney waited by the fitting room. After a few minutes Marcus showed up with a few things in his arms. There was some black strappy number that looked like it was pleather, plastic and leather. It would barely cover her nipples. He also carried a red see-through something-or-other that left nothing to the imagination, a pink and black satin two piece pajama set, and a white baby doll nightie.

“I’m not even trying on this pleather thing or this red one.” Sydney picked them from his arms and tossed them to the side. “I’ll try these,” she said, grabbing what was left in his arms.

“Let me know if you need any help,” he replied, smiling ear to ear.

“Not funny, Mr. Matthews. You stay put,” she instructed, entering the fitting room. First, she tried on the white baby doll nightgown. It was cute, cut in a flyaway style that tied in the back with a bow at the bodice. The second one was bubble gum pink satin with black lace. It consisted of shorts and a cami. The shorts fit fine, but she was having trouble lacing up the top.

Sydney popped her head out of the fitting room to see if there was a sales girl around to help her. Of course, the only person around was Marcus, sitting patiently while waiting for her to finish.

“Marcus, could you help me out a second?” Sydney tried to keep a straight face. She knew he would think this was a set up.

“Really? Are you kidding me?”

“No, really. I can’t fix the strings to tie this.” Before she finished her sentence, he was standing behind her in the fitting room.

He had every intention of just tying up the back and getting out. His first mistake was looking down at her ass in those satin shorts, and he couldn’t resist. He gave her cheeks a slight squeeze while placing a light kiss on the nape of her neck. Suddenly, his shorts grew tight in the front.

“Marcus, we’re in a public place. Behave yourself.” She tried to be stern, but after the kiss on her neck, she didn’t even know how she was still standing. Her legs felt like cooked spaghetti.

His second mistake touching her, and now he couldn’t stop. He slid his hands into the satin top from behind and cupped her tits. He could feel that her nipples were already hard. When he felt her head fall back onto his shoulder, he lost control.

Extending his chest just enough to give her a nudge, he made her put her arms out in front of her and placed her hands on the wall for stability.

“Spread your legs just a little more. You’re barely dressed as it is,” he whispered in her ear. She would have refused, but the sparks that ran through her body must have fried her brain. She dutifully spread ‘em.

Marcus unzipped his shorts and thrust his hips forward, feeling how wet she was between her legs. He pushed gently on the small of her back, and Sydney willing put her ass out there. Reaching both hands between her legs, he used his fingers to separate her lips and slid right in.

The moan that escaped her mouth surprised Marcus. He immediately placed his hand on her mouth to quiet her. He was even more surprised when she started sucking his fingers like they were pieces of candy.

He held onto her hip with his free hand and began thrusting his hips in short strides, hitting her root harder each time. By the fourth thrust, Sydney unraveled, and her sex pulsated around Marcus’ dick.  Two thrusts later, Sydney was still coming, and Marcus exploded.

Tucking his dick back into his shorts, Marcus asked, “So, you think we should buy these?”

“I’m guessing we have to since I’ve already used this one.”

After Sydney quickly redressed, they made their purchase and were out the door, both wearing huge grins on their faces.

Hello
, Sydney called out to whatever was possessing her body,
whoever’s holding my brain hostage, please let it go. I can’t afford to have another episode like this again. I’m too fucking old to be doing this kinda shit.

“Wow, that was fuckin’ hot. Not only are you sexy, but you’re fun,” Marcus declared, pulling Sydney close to his side and kissing the top of her head. “Let’s go have some lunch. I’m starving now.”

After having a nice lunch in which they managed to keep their hands to themselves, Sydney was ready for a nap. She hadn’t taken a nap since the twins were infants.
Crap, the kids.
It was her third day in Vegas and she hasn’t spoken to anyone back home. She’d have to make time later this afternoon to check in at home.

Marcus reached into his pocket to get his cell to call for their car. “Hey, even though I have to meet clients for dinner, I’d love it if you would meet me afterward for cocktails. We could go to the club at the hotel.”

“What club would that be?”

“I’m not sure, but I’ll be at the Venetian.”

It felt like someone took a spear and harpooned her heart. She dropped the bags she was holding, drew her hands to her heart, and started crying.

“Baby, are you okay? Take a breath. Breathe. Sydney, what just happened?” Marcus gathered her into his arms.

“I can’t go to the Venetian, I just can’t.” The look on her face told it all.

“Shit, were you originally staying there? Fuck, I’m sorry. I should have guessed. I’m so sorry, Syd.” He was coddling her like a little baby, swaying side to side. “We don’t even have to leave the room. I’ll cancel my appointment.”

“No, you go meet your clients. I’ll be fine. I just need a little time to recoup. How ‘bout we just meet at the nightclub at the Bellagio?”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet. Sydney was having trouble deciphering the thoughts in her head. She was so caught up in her own enthrallment with Marcus. She never once thought how the kids would react to her being with someone other than their father. Was she jumping the gun? She wasn’t even sure Marcus would be interested in her outside of Vegas. She looked at him long and hard.
What would a man like that do with me in the real world?

Marcus’ heart ached. She looked miserable. Why wouldn’t she just talk to him? Would she ever be able to open her heart again and love someone the way he wanted to be loved? He caught her looking at him, and at that moment, he realized he would do whatever it took for her to realize how good they were for each other.