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“Damn it, Marc, quit teasing me,” she cried out and then realized her mistake when he frowned at her. “I mean, sir. I’m sorry, just, please….”
Marc couldn’t get mad at her. With her flushed face and labored breathing from frustration, her poor bottom lip would not last if he didn’t give her relief soon. Discovering she was as responsive as he remembered was both heady and disconcerting as it made keeping his emotions out of the equation more difficult.
“Nice save. Trust me, I’ll give you what you need.” Dipping his head, he resumed his feast, tasting her on his tongue as he licked, fingered, and nibbled on her flesh until she came close again before pulling back. He brought her right to the edge of climax over and over again, stopping before she could crest that hill. Her ass was tight, but he worked in another finger, and the way she clamped around them told him she enjoyed anal play.
Releasing her clit once again, he glanced up at her soft cry. Tears of frustration and need streaked her cheeks, tugging at his conscience. Dipping his head, he latched onto her clit again, suckling with hard pulls of his lips and pressure from his tongue while he finger fucked both orifices with deep hard strokes. Her walls clamped around his fingers in a slick vise when he nipped the small bundle of nerves, his mouth filling with her cream as she climaxed. The tight press of his cock against his zipper had him cursing for being so eager to torment her he didn’t think to strip before lying down with her.
Her orgasm went on and on, her screams echoing in the room as she convulsed under him. He struggled to bring her down slow and easy, licking her sheath with long, slow strokes as he slipped his fingers from her vagina and anus. Kissing her soft folds then her bare mound, he moved up to her waist where he paused to release the strap before continuing up to her breasts. Giving each nipple a soft kiss, he continued his journey to take her mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
Cassie’s lips clung to his, tasting her climax as she shook from her explosive reaction. She had never come like that before and she wasn’t sure she would survive it if it happened again. Marc was the only man she had ever allowed to give her oral sex. After she fled from him, she had struggled to find herself and her sexuality. Rick liked different positions, but was a very reserved man and happy with conventional sex. When she had finally given in to her memories and had sought a dom to prepare her to return to Marc, she’d been desperate to find answers for herself. But even after Master Greg had agreed to tutor her, she hadn’t allowed him that pleasure. She wanted to keep something just for Marc, a sacrifice she didn’t know if he’d appreciate, but now she was glad she had made it.
“You have too many clothes on, master,” she told him with an impish grin when his lips released hers.
“Yes, I do.” Marc rose, stripped off his jeans then reached for a condom off the bedside table until she shook her head at him.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean if you don’t want to use that.”
He hesitated then slipped the condom on before releasing her ankles and settling between her thighs again. “Thanks for the offer, but I don’t fuck bareback, ever.”
“I understand.” No doubt they had work to do in the trust department, she thought, then ceased to think at all when he entered her in one smooth thrust.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Marc ordered, his tone brusque with impatience and the deep desire to pass on his cardinal rule and feel her silken walls caressing his bare shaft. Thrusting into her, he took her with deep, hard strokes that built to relentless pounding, pleasure swamping him from head to toe.
Cassie clutched his hips with her legs, locking her ankles on his lower back as she met him stroke for stroke. Unbelievably, she felt the pulses of another orgasm starting and when he reached up and released her arms, she clasped his muscled shoulders and rode out the storm with him. His hard, naked body felt so good against her, his breath hot and heavy in her ear as they strained together to reach a simultaneous climax that left them both damp and spent.
* * *
“I take it you’ve had a change of heart,” Jack greeted Marc the next morning as he poured himself a cup of coffee and eyed his friend and partner over the rim.
“It’s more complicated than that.” Early morning sunlight poured in from the windows on the far wall, bathing the great room in a swath of light as Marc flipped pancakes while listening for Cassie to rouse. She had fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep last night, but he hadn’t been so lucky. The threat of this stalker had decided the issue of whether he would give in to her request to pick up where they left off before she ran out on him. To both his surprise and irritation, he discovered his feelings still ran too deep for him to turn his back on her. “Scott called me yesterday after Cassie had shown him a note she got in the mail from a stalker. There’s no way I would let her handle that alone.”
Jack frowned at his combative tone. “You don’t have to justify your involvement to me. I of all people know how difficult it is to stay away from a woman you want, one your body wars with your mind over. Hell, if you hadn’t nudged me in Morgan’s direction and she hadn’t pushed me from the other end, I’d probably still be just a friend.”
“Instead of fuck buddies?”
Jack returned his smile. “That’s my soon-to-be wife you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, and she’d go for the fuck buddy term without blinking an eye. Where is she?”
“Outside drawing. Said something about catching the sunrise. We heard you and Cassie when you came in. You must’ve wore her out more than I did Morgan. Is she going to be staying here, then, where it’ll be safer?”
He stacked the pancakes on a warm plate before pouring more batter on the griddle. “Yes, but the minx refused to come as my guest. She would only agree if she was in my bed, figuratively and literally.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “She blackmailed you? Did you set her straight?”
“I showed her I didn’t like ultimatums, but, between you and me, I was glad she forced the issue, taking the decision out of my hands.”
It still rankled, but he had to concede it simplified things for now.
“You’re just as affected by her now as you were two years ago.”
“Yeah, it seems like it.”
Marc frowned, wondering why Cassie was the only woman he had ever met who could affect him with such strong emotions. They had only known each other on a personal level for days, yet he felt as if he had known her for years. He knew she bit her bottom lip when nervous or unsure about something. She turned a delightful shade of pink when he embarrassed her, bright red when aroused, and when she came her soft voice turned throaty, loud when she screamed. In between scenes, he would sit and talk with her, giving her time to adjust and come down from the ultimate highs she wasn’t used to. During those quiet times, he had discovered she loved omelets with spinach and feta cheese, hated mushrooms, and enjoyed an addiction to dark chocolate. She loved to read and took long walks when she needed time to think. Scott told him how she’d befriended Ed, the widowed mailman, and endeared herself to the town’s patrons with her warm smiles and welcoming presence. He knew he still wanted her and if anyone hurt her there was nowhere they could hide to avoid his wrath.
Jack slapped him on the back with a hearty laugh. “Welcome to my world. I’ll go call Morgan in.”
“I heard the shower come on, so I’ll tell Cassie breakfast’s ready.”
