Up All Night (7 page)

Chapter Five

Marco wanted to take her back to his
place, but Beth insisted they go to hers. She’d spruced up her bedroom
specially and somehow felt more confident in her own habitat.

Now, as he stood in her little
sitting room filling the space again, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d made the
right decision.

He moved close, took her bag from
her shoulder, and placed it on the nearby chair. He took her face in his hands,
tilted her chin up until her mouth was inches from his. Then without a word, he
kissed her. His mouth was soft and ripe, traces of coffee and chocolate from
the dessert they’d shared on his warm breath.

Beth opened her mouth as he took the
kiss to another level, his tongue probing for entry and then clashing with
hers. One taste of his tongue and Beth felt something explode inside her. She
wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her tight against him, his hands gripping
her hips to keep her stable as he ground his cock into her aching pussy.

She felt her cotton wrap slip from
her shoulders and fall to the floor at the same moment Marco reached up for the
zip of her dress.

Delicious shivers ran along her
spine with each area revealed as Marco slid down the zip. He drew away the
shoulder straps and eased the dress down her arms, past her waist and hips,
until it fell at her feet. With one hand anchoring her at the waist, he reached
with the other and brushed the back of his fingers along the curve of her
breast pushing above the balcony bra.

“I wondered,” he said as he brushed
her lips with his. “Would your tits be small or large? Would they fit perfectly
into my hands?” He reached around her back for the clasp and relieved her of
her bra, letting it fall next to her dress. Then he reached up and cupped her
breasts, his palms warm against her flesh, his thumbs determined as they
brushed lightly over her nipples. “Oh, yeah. A perfect fit.”

Beth closed her eyes for a moment,
savoring the feel of his hands on her breasts, the warmth of his skin, the
steady but possessive way he cupped her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he
squeezed her sensitive flesh, just enough to get her eyes open.

“I like the feel of you against me,”
she breathed. “The way you touch me.”

“I’ve barely started. You should
know I don’t plan to stop until I’ve explored every damn inch of you.”

Beth reached up to his black shirt.
Because the top two buttons were already unfastened, she began at the third one
down and began to release them. “I plan on doing the same.”

Her voice sounded catchy,
breathless. With each button released, she marvelled at his sculpted chest with
its smattering of dark hair, the hard and toned abdomen. When she tugged the
shirt from his trouser waistband, she loved the way his abdominal muscles
clenched.

Easing the shirt off his shoulders,
Beth watched him as he watched her while popping the buttons at his cuff. She helped
him shrug out of it and tossed it on the chair where her bag lay.

When she reached for his fly, he
caught her wrist. “My turn.”

She looked up at him and let her
eyelashes flutter. “But I’m more naked than you are. It’s only fair—”

“You should know right now that I
don’t play fair. I play to win. Every time.”

He stepped back and Beth felt
suddenly conspicuous in her undressed state. She had only her panties on, if
you didn’t count her flat pumps. “I didn’t realize this was a competition and
you’re keeping score.”

“Playing to win always involves
keeping score.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped his fingers
around the edges of her panties.

Beth sucked in a breath, knowing he
was about to divest her of her final scrap of clothing, but her breath caught
when he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to her mound. She looked down at
the way his dark hair brushed his shoulders, and she pressed her hands to his
head.

He moved his hands from the sides of
her panties and traced them along the bottom edges of the material until he
touched the thin panel covering her pussy. He pushed a finger beneath the
panel, brushing lightly against her pubic hair.

When he looked up at her, his eyes
were deeply hooded and incredibly sexy. “Something else I wondered about.”

“What?”

Still looking at her, he eased his
finger between her pussy lips, making her gasp. “Wondered whether you’d be
bare.”

“Is that what you prefer?”

He gave a barely visible shake of
his head. “I prefer whatever you’ve got for me.” Adding another finger, he
teased both along her slit.

When he pushed both fingers inside
her, Beth jerked a little even as she closed her eyes.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She looked back down at him.
“I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

He worked his fingers slowly inside
her, using his free hand to anchor her by holding her ass. “You’d better get
used to it. I plan to keep on giving you what you’re not expecting.” He eased
aside the scrap of material covering her pussy.

She looked down, as he did, and the
sight of his skilled fingers pushing inside her made her knees weaken and her
pulse race. Before she could grab a steadying breath, he pressed his mouth to
her heat. She must have made a sound because the hand on her ass dug in,
holding her tighter in place. Between his hand on her backside and his mouth on
her pussy, she had nowhere to go, even if she’d wanted it. Which she didn’t.

“Marco…”

His response was to push the tip of
his tongue against her clit. The room spun and Beth dug her fingers into his
hair. She wanted to push him away because the feeling was too much, but she
wanted to keep him close, for him not to stop. Never to stop.

His tongue pushed harder against her
clit, the tip brushing in tiny circles around the sensitive nub before
retreating a little as her pussy throbbed. He kept up the same push and retreat
action until she thought she might pass out.

She threw her head back and let him
spin her into some crazy world where nothing seemed solid, nothing seemed real,
only him and his skilful tongue.

She heard him groan as he withdrew
his mouth. He wrapped his fingers around her panties and tugged them down.

“Step out,” he commanded as he stood
up against her. When she did, he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his
lips. He wrapped his arms around her hips, tugging her naked pussy tight
against his hard cock. “Shit, Beth. I need to fuck you. Now.”

His words thrilled her. She’d only
ever slept with James and he had never used the terms Marco did. She could
never remember James telling her he needed to fuck her. They’d simply got on
with it. But Marco’s bold statement only intensified her own needs and made her
feel amazing and desired.

She swallowed as he hoisted her up,
and wrapped her legs around his waist. She toed off her shoes as he moved to
the stairs. Vaguely, she thought it was the most erotic moment of her entire
life as her naked pussy ground against the hard erection still encased by his
trousers. His mouth hot and demanding on hers, he took the stairs two at a
time.

On her tiny landing he pushed through
the first of two doors, which led to the bathroom. “Not the room I’m wanting
right now,” he grated as he did an about-turn and opened the second door.
“We’ll save that for later, when we shower together.”

Her skin, already on fire, fired up
like a volcano at the thought of taking a shower with Marco. Naked. Hot.
Amazing. Sexy.

Moving to her bed, he lowered them
both down. As she lay there, too far gone to worry about her nakedness, Marco
stood and watched her with hot dark eyes as he toed off his shoes, unzipped his
trousers, and pulled them off.

Take her to hell and back, but well
endowed didn’t cut it. His cock stood proud of his muscled stomach, the long
length giving a jerk as he stood there watching her.

Beth shifted over a little to make
way for him to lie beside her, but he just stood there looking down at her.
“Lie back.”

She thought she was, but realized
she’d hoisted herself onto one elbow to watch him as he stripped. She dropped
back and gazed up at him.

“Open your legs.”

She did.

“Touch yourself.”

What? She’d never done that in
front
of anyone before, let alone a man
like Marco. A man who set her pulse racing and her hormones whirling. But she
knew that his instruction wasn’t a request and the very thought made her
stomach roll with lust. Yet if she was going to break her sexual famine she
might as well go the whole hog, so she took an inner deep breath and spread her
legs a few inches wide.

He gazed down at her revealed pussy,
his chest working as his breaths deepened. Beth felt power surge through her.
Power gained from the fact that she could do that to a man, to Marco. It made
her confidence soar.

“Wider.” Marco’s sharp demand made
her own breathing catch, but the look he shot her made her want to put on the
show he sought. Right at that moment, she had him in thrall. She was the woman he
desired. Knowing that, she widened her legs and ran her hand down her belly.

Marco put his knee on the bed and
slid one hand up the inside of her thigh. “I like that you do as you’re told.”

She stretched like a cat, pouted.
“In your dreams.”

He grinned, letting his fingers
float near her pussy. “Most definitely. You want to know what else is in my
dreams?”

“Mmm. I think I probably do.”

His finger slid along her slit.
“This.” He eased the same finger between her pussy lips and pushed inside,
making her jerk. “And this.”

“I think I like your dreams.”

He added another finger, slipped it
inside her up to the first knuckle and began sliding it in and out.

Beth reached down with one hand and
touched her fingers to his cock. “Would you like to know about my dreams?”

“If they’re along the lines of what
you’re currently doing with your hands, I’d like every explicit detail.”

She smiled. “But that would be
telling, wouldn’t it? There won’t be any surprises. You said you were going to
do things to me that I’m not expecting, well, maybe I have the same surprises
in store for you.”

He pushed his fingers deeper. “You
can’t possibly have the same surprises in store for me.” He leaned down to give
her a scorching kiss. When he released her mouth he also withdrew his fingers
from her pussy. “Unless you plan to blindfold me, tie me to the bed, and fuck
me to Christmas.”

Lust speared through her. “I’ve
never been tied up, I’m not sure I’d like it.” Oh but she was sure. To her
complete surprise she thought she might like it. A lot.

“I’ve got a whole lot in store for
you before we reach the bondage stage. But when we get there, you’ll be begging
me to get the ties.”

Beth swallowed as she tried to sit
up. With a gentle but firm hand Marco eased her back down onto her back. “Touch
yourself for me, like you did last night when I told you to pleasure yourself.”

Beth caught her bottom lip between
her teeth and stretched her arms over her head, the back of her hands resting
on the pillow. “I prefer the way you touch me.”

“And I will, but not before you do
this for me.”

She drew in a breath and kept her
eyes on his as she brought one hand down and ran it slowly over her breast,
past her waist, her belly, before toying with the top of her slit.

Marco’s eyes narrowed as he followed
the movement, his cock jerking. “Show me, Beth.”

She closed her eyes and slipped her
finger into her pussy. She was wet and aching and wanted to feel Marco’s
fingers not her own. But his sharp inhale spurred her on and she pushed deeper,
working her clit as she set up her own rhythm. She was soon breathing heavily,
arching her neck and making little mewling sounds as she neared climax. She
wasn’t sure if she was exaggerating, putting on a show for him or if the feel
of her own hands really did push her to the limits.

She opened her eyes as Marco’s hand
covered her own, and stared up into his heated gaze. “It’s fucking hot to watch
you touch yourself.” His voice had dropped several octaves, spurring her own
lust levels to greater heights. “But it’s my job to make you come.”

His determined hand nudged hers
aside and he pushed two fingers deep into her. It was all she needed and she
came so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.

He didn’t give her the chance to
recover before he pushed her knees apart and knelt between them. From somewhere
he produced a condom and sheathed himself. His cock prodded her pussy and he
began to push inside her, stopping when he was merely an inch inside. Beth
wanted to feel his entire length filling her and he was taking too damn long to
get there.

She must have voiced her complaint
because he gave a throaty laugh as he held still above her, breathing heavily,
his tense expression only making him seem more devilishly good looking.