Movie Merger (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #2) (13 page)

“Hmm…can’t wait to see what you have in mind,” I replied, climbing off of him and going over to my own chair.

I started to apply the oil to my front side and Marshall had his head turned watching me. I was giving him a mini erotica show right there on that balcony and enjoying the liberated feeling I had doing it. I’d never felt sexier or more desired. It was amazing how that feeling made me more adventurous and willing to do things that I might normally be reserved with.

As I massaged the oil on my breasts and slowly slid my hands down further, Marshall whistled, adding, “Show me more,” after it. And I did.

I slowly slid my fingers into me and began to move them back and forth, making myself more aroused by the minute. The oil on my breasts being kissed by the ocean breeze made them very alert and I slowly pleasured myself to climax with my right hand while my left hand massaged my breast, my fingers working and rubbing my nipples in a circle to peak hardness. I reached it up to my mouth and licked it as I came. It felt so great, but better yet, it gave me the reaction I was really hoping for.

Marshall came over to me and pulled me up and took me over to the railing where I put my hands out and leaned forward, thrusting my butt out in front of his hard erection. From behind me, Marshall thrust into me and grabbed on to my hips. He moved back and forth forcefully, reaching deep into me, twisting his hips, and causing such a sensation in me, causing me to explode into a shattering climax. His moves grew quicker and I kept coming, not able to stop the bliss I was feeling. Then in a single intense thrust, Marshall stiffened and whispered, “It’s time.”

He exploded and then leaned in to me, whispering in my ear. “Becca, I can honestly say that I’m speechless. That was the sexiest damn thing that I’ve ever seen, very arousing.”

I smiled. Marshall sounded winded and dumbfounded. I enjoyed being able to give him that reaction. “I knew that it would be fun to lie out in the sun. The only problem is now I’m all full of oil. I think I need a shower.”

“How about that? Me too,” Marshall said.

We went into the bedroom and Marshall started the shower. It was a huge walk-in shower with jet streams that came out of the wall. There was also a little bench there. Marshall must have decided that it was his turn to take over. I wasn’t going to complain either. He grabbed the shampoo and gently started to massage it into my scalp, cleaning my hair and then rinsing the shampoo out of it. Then he took a loofah and some liquid body soap and began to clean my body, sitting me down on the bench while he did the front side.

Marshall moved so slowly and carefully, gently touching each section of my body. It gave me chills because it was such an intense touch, charged with emotion and sexual energy. As he made his way down my body he slowly kissed each part that he’d just washed and made me feel so incredible. When he got to my feet he slowly began to nibble each one, making a rush of adrenaline travel through me. It tickled some, but at the same time it was so highly arousing and something that I’d never experienced before. It felt incredible. My hands were gripping the bench tightly, trying to control my urge to touch him. I wasn’t supposed to upon his request, but it was driving me crazy.

After I was cleaned up I began to wash Marshall’s body, using my hands and the soap. I roamed every inch of it, teasing him in his most private places with my pinky. He shuddered, showing a combination of shock and definitely a bit of awe. My breasts were pressed against his back and I was kissing him softly, whispering that he was so desirable and sexy in between kisses. Marshall breathed in and I could feel how relaxed he was with me, willing to accept anything I may want to do. It was empowering and there was so much that I wanted to do, but I didn’t want to do it all right away. A little playful flirting and teasing would do just the trick for building up to a night time finale that would leave my toes curled.

By the time dinner rolled around Marshall was ready to impress me with his culinary talents and grilled us some steaks and baked potatoes for supper. It was fantastic and the bottle of wine he had to accompany it hit the spot. I kept being suggestive and playfully flirty and found out that Marshall liked that game all too well and was all too good at it too. He did the same and before I knew it I could practically feel my hormones bouncing around inside of me, demanding to be relieved.

We took a walk on the beach, just holding hands and laughing away about silly things, not having a care in the world. For some reason, Marshall suddenly brought up what my dad would think about all this and I answered honestly, saying he’d be freaked out. He laughed, saying that he was a smart man. He should be. Then he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder and ran into the ocean water. I could feel the freezing cold drops splashing against my skin and I screamed.

“I think I’ll throw you in. You need to cool off, you little vixen,” Marshall said.

“Don’t you dare,” I protested. Marshall began to swing me back and forth in his arms like he was getting set to launch me. “No, no,” I pleaded.

“3, 2, 1, and launch,” Marshall said, tossing me. Only I was quick enough and I grabbed his shirt and got a good hold of him. I went plunging into the water, followed by Marshall. We were both laughing so hard as we wrapped our arms around each other and began to kiss. It was slow and deliberate, heating me up in the cold evening water. I put my hand down and unzipped Marshall’s beach combers, letting him spring to life. Then I lifted up my dress and hiked myself into his arms, sliding onto him. We kissed and fucked with Marshall holding me up in his strong arms, moving within me up and down.

A larger wave than what was expected crashed into us and we topped over with me landing on Marshall. We just kept moving, as if that wave was just a part of the natural sequence of our intimacy. I stared at Marshall as his head was in the sand and bits of water were splashing up. The waves didn’t slow us down, but fired both of us until we were quickening our pace, panting hard and out of breath until we both came again. This time it was more intimate and tender than the others had been. It was more vulnerable, more loving.

Afterward, Marshall looked at me from beneath me. He placed his arms behind his head and just stared at me. I stared back and neither of us said a word. We just studied each other. I wondered what he was thinking and wished that I could tap into his mind and just hear his thoughts and see what he saw for just one brief moment. I’d understand him so much better.

Eventually we got up and made our way back to the beach house. We were full of sand and soaking wet, using the outdoor shower to clean off before going into the house. My body was shot at that moment and I yawned.

“Let’s get some sleep. You never know what adventures await us tomorrow,” Marshall said.

“I think that’s a great idea,” I replied.

We crawled into bed and I fell asleep quickly. I woke up in the morning, remembering a dream I’d had where Marshall was just staring at me. Was it really a dream or did it actually happen? I didn’t know, but the look he had was one that seemed to show genuine fear. I’m not sure what it was he was afraid of, but I hoped that I could ease his worries.

Marshall was still sleeping when I got up and I snuck downstairs into the kitchen. I was so hungry and wanted to surprise Marshall by making him breakfast. If I could get it done in time I’d deliver it to him in bed. I slipped on his oxford shirt that was sitting in the corner and snuck downstairs.

The kitchen was equipped with a full fridge of food and I wondered if Marshall had made sure it was stocked before they’d gotten there. He was organized enough to do it and he certainly had a huge appetite that demanded it.

I put on some music and was singing away, making a breakfast of homemade hash browns, scrambled eggs, sausage, and pancakes. I was serving the goods up onto two plates, one massive portion for Marshall and one fairly small one for me. I was hungry, but even at my hungriest I could never compete with Marshall in the food consumption arena.

Just as everything was on the tray I turned around to make my way up to the bedroom, feeling darn lucky that I’d pulled off the breakfast in bed feat—almost. Marshall was standing there, leaning casually against the entrance to the kitchen. His pajama bottoms hugged his sexy hip line snuggly, and his hair was messed up, but he had a gorgeous smile on his face that took my breath away. Why didn’t he smile like that more often?

“What’s this?”

“You ruined the surprise,” I protested. “I wanted to get back up to the room before you woke up.”

“It was the strangest thing. I woke up to somebody singing, but I couldn’t tell if it was a wounded bird or one of those crappy new songs that are so abundantly popular on the radio.”

I blushed. I did have a horrible voice and never would have guessed that I’d get busted with it. “Oh, you heard that, huh.”

“Yep, not brilliant by any means, but adorable. You look fantastic when you’re barefoot in the kitchen cooking.”

“Real funny.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Would you like to eat down here?” I asked.

“Sure.”

Marshall walked over to me and slowly began to unbutton his oxford shirt I was wearing and let it slid off my shoulders to the floor. He leaned in and began kissing my neck and ear while his hands roamed all over my body. I felt my body heat up like a fire, instantly in need for him.

The next thing I knew Marshall was picking me up by the waist and setting me on the kitchen island, giving me a sexy wink right afterward. He had me lean back and my arms were bracing me so I didn’t fall. He lifted my knees up, placing my legs over his shoulders and then began to lean down, licking my folds passionately and flicking his tongue in and out of me. “I’m hungry for you,” he growled in between licks. He increased the pressure of his tongue, making me moan and arch my back, ready for release. I began to shake as the intensity of my desire came over me, knowing that I was about to orgasm right then and there from his masterful tongue and its precision moves. As my orgasm erupted Marshall slid into me, intensifying the orgasm and rocking with more thrusts, increasing the length of my orgasm.

After giving me that completely satisfying experience Marshall quickly said. “Okay, it’s time for us to eat. I was thinking we could do a little shopping today if you are up for it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly. My head was still spinning from what Marshall had just done and I couldn’t even think straight. He could have said that we were going to go get Mohawks and dye our hair purple and I would have answered the exact same way.

My serving Marshall breakfast in bed ended up being a tender breakfast where he ate and fed me at the same time. He’d take a big bite and then I would take a small bite, savoring each moment, and making sure I was fed. He could be so caring and sweet when we eat. I realized now how important having a meal was to him, and why he valued each one. Growing up with a drug addict mother who never took care of him, oftentimes he would just go hungry, not being fed. My heart reached out to him, feeling the poor child’s hunger and loneliness. No wonder why Marshall was so guarded with his feelings. He had to learn to protect himself, to watch out for himself since no one else would.

An hour later we were out the door on our way to do a little shopping. I felt wonderful knowing that I had Marshall’s full attention. He really was relaxed and sweet. Definitely a different guy than he was in Vegas.

Three hours later we were back with some bags. I’d gotten a few things, but not much. I hadn’t reached the point financially where I could afford the prices of all the ritzy boutiques and wasn’t comfortable with Marshall buying things for me. We’d also had a fantastic lunch at a café that overlooked the ocean, eating some fresh seafood and laughing away. I couldn’t help but notice all the women that looked at Marshall longingly though, making me realize that he was always being pursued by somebody.

When we got back to the beach house Marshall said that he needed to go get a little work-out in. He went down to the exercise room at the house and I unpacked the bags that we’d brought back with us. After I was done I thought a little exercise might feel good for me too and I made my way down to the room. I stopped dead in my tracks as I looked at Marshall.

He was all sweaty and his entire body was glistening. His shirt was off and it showed the perfection of his sculpted physique like I’d never seen before. He was at the pull-up bar in the corner and doing one handed pull-ups that made every muscle in his body ripple. No wonder why he could just pick me up so easily and toss me wherever. I wasn’t heavy, but he did it as effortlessly as if I was a flower petal.

“Impressive,” I called out. “Can you teach me how to do that?”

“You’re persistent enough that you probably could,” Marshall said, grunting out the words as he finished his set. He jumped down and walked over to his towel, wiping his forehead, and then taking a sip of water.

“Thanks. My persistence does pay off at times,” I said.

“I was just about to take a quick sauna. Interested in joining me?”

“Definitely,” I said.

The sauna was in the corner and had windows in it which overlooked the ocean too. It was fascinating, not at all like most saunas one would see, which were all closed in with no windows at all.

We each wrapped a giant bath towel around us and made our way into the steamy sauna. I breathed in, feeling a temporary shock from the steam. We each sprawled out on a bench, lying flatly and enjoying the heat. I was on the upper bench and leaned to one side, propping my head up with my elbow to look at Marshall.

“Well, I had come down for exercise, but this sauna feels pretty fantastic I must say.”

“You look good in it. Too bad I can’t have you walk around naked all day, but then again I’d never get anything done and all the sharks at the studio would never give you a moment’s peace.”

“I distract you that much?” I asked.

Marshall didn’t answer me with words, but looked at me with eyes that clearly stated I was a distraction.
Hopefully I’m a good distraction,
I thought.