Chapter Three
It had been years since the last time she had her legs hooked around the shoulders of a man. Years since she felt his mouth on her center. Years since his tongue did things to her that should have been illegal. Years since she gripped the sheets below her in ecstasy, moaning and groaning and whimpering his name. Lauren’s heart pounded harder than it had in the last couple of years since she moved; since before…it.
Her mind was blissfully blank. The only discernible thought was about the man currently ravaging her with his mouth, his hands clutching at her thighs, probably leaving finger-shaped bruises in their wake. He made shapes and spelled words with the tip of his tongue, skillful and energetic.
On second thought, she wasn’t sure any man had ever made her feel like this before. Sure, she’d had wonderful lovers. Men that paid attention to her needs, and to whom she returned the favor. Men that whispered her name against her skin, sending tingles up her body. Men that made love to her like she was the only woman in existence; like she was precious.
But this was different.
Lauren could come up with a thousand ways to describe the way he was making her feel right at that very moment, but the best she could think of was just a single word: alive.
She hadn’t realized how elusive that feeling had become over the last two years. She hadn’t realized how numb her body had gotten; how monotonous her life was now. Or had been. Until now.
Because now there’s a man in her bed. A man between her legs. A man who knows how to use every appendage on his body with a skill that she’s never experienced before, with any past lover. A man who didn’t look at her with pity in his eyes as he gazed up her body, clearly able to see the scars that line her body. A man whose eyes were filled with pure, unadulterated lust and fire that made her feel as if she were awash in hot lava.
Her hips shook as he changed direction with his tongue against her clit, causing her to emit a noise that was halfway between a laugh and a sob.
“Yes!” she moaned, as she reached fort he metal bars of her headboard. “Right there! Don’t stop!”
When he felt her clench around him, Marc slowed for a second or two, allowing her come down a bit from the height of her ecstasy. Then he slipped one of his hands down her body, leaving trails of goosebumps with the calloused tips of his fingers.
Lauren imagined the faded lines of her scars turning pink with her full-body flush. She wondered if Marc could see them; if he would comment later, ask her about what he saw. She hoped not.
Her worries were erased with the stretch of his middle finger inside of her, replacing the rough texture of his tongue. He wasted no time in working her up again, reaching that same spot that he was hitting before. Lauren found herself wondering how he’d located it so easily in less than ten minutes, when she’d known men to spend hours ravishing her body without ever so much as glancing it.
Miracle worker, a husky voice in the back of her mind whispered. Because that’s exactly what he was.
Marc strummed her like an instrument, playing all the right notes to drag her higher and higher and higher…then removing his hand completely before she could fall over the edge. Lauren let out a long, pitiful mewl, her hands clenching around the metal bars of her headboard. She twisted her body in the hopes of feeling him re-enter her—or perhaps to somehow create her own friction with the bed that would miraculously send her back over that edge.
Marc’s hands gripping her wide hips is what stopped her. She glanced down, watching the slow, satisfied smile appear on his lips as he gazed back up at her, over the curves of her body. His stubble scratched her as he rested his chin against her lower belly and shook his head.
“No, no, no,” he said, in that deep, dreamy voice of his. “You are not in charge here. I am in charge here. And you come when I say you do. Understand?”
“Yes,” Lauren sobbed, despite herself. She wanted to beg for him to touch in her that place again. To make her come so hard that she couldn’t see or remember her own name. She wanted ecstasy and fire and electricity. She wanted everything. But she stayed silent, as there was a glint in his eyes that told her she wouldn’t get what she wanted by asking for it.
Because Marc already knew what she wanted. And it was up to him to decide when she got it. Lauren bit her lip, trying desperately to keep quiet, to wait him out, to not rush him. But her hips continued to gyrate, looking for some kind of friction. She couldn’t control them.
Marc pressed his arm down over her waist, keeping her anchored to the bed. Lauren’s hips continued to wriggle against him, but his grip was firm, keeping her down and obedient. “Wait for it,” he husked, his lips pressed to the inside of her thigh as he began to press kisses down, toward her knee.
Marc trailed his mouth down her legs until he reached her ankle, kissing the joint softly, before switching sides and trailing back up to the apex of her legs. There, he finally opened his mouth against her mound. Lauren was thankful that, despite not having been with a man in ages, she kept up her grooming routine. The soft patch of hair under his nose was a slightly darker shade than the honey-blonde of her hair, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because he seemed to take no notice of it, either way.
Lauren let out something that sounded like a mix between a moan and a long purr, her hands still gripping the metal bars and pulling on them so hard that she was certain they would bend between her fingers.
“You’re being awfully silent,” Marc teased, nuzzling his nose against her mound. “Maybe you’ve had enough?”
“No.” Lauren gasped, unable to stop herself. “Please don’t stop. Please.” She was ready to beg and plead and cry and do anything he asked of her. He had such complete control over her body.
And it had only been thirty minutes. Lauren shuddered to think about what spending hours underneath him might mean for her sanity. It was a risk she was willing to take, though.
“You want more?” Marc growled, his stormy blue eyes staring up at her, filling her entire body with almost unbearable heat. Unable to speak, Lauren nodded in desperation, allowing it to be reflected in her eyes. She mouthed the word ‘please’ like a prayer, her hands uncomfortably tight around the bars of her headboard. “Speak!” Marc demanded. Lauren opened her mouth and closed it again, shaking her head as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. “Speak,” he said again, “or you don’t get anything.”
“Please.” Lauren blurted, her chest heaving with sighs and deep breaths. “Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please,” she murmured again, taking a deep breath as she tried to find the words. “Put your mouth on me. Please, make love to me with your tongue.”
His grip tightened on her waist. “What did I tell you?” he growled. “This hasn’t got anything to do with love. This is about passion; heat. This is about me fucking you into oblivion,” he husked. “And you returning the favor. Now beg.” He nips at her clit and Lauren’s entire body jumps.
“Please! Oh God, please fuck me!” One of her hands left the metal bars above her head and landed on the back of Marc’s head, tugging at the hair there. She didn’t dare force him down on her, knowing that he could overpower her with little effort, but he got the message anyway and finally—finally—relented. Lauren cried out as she was practically rocketed up and over the edge, feeling her entire body tense up and then go limp as the knot in the pit of her stomach released.
This orgasm was ten times more intense than the last and Lauren soon found herself lying on her side with Marc right in front of her. He had slipped up the bed to join her at some point and she hadn’t even noticed. Now he was stroking her side and back, a lustful look on his face as he boldly cupped her ass.
“You doing okay?” he asked, his voice as rough as his hands.
Lauren nodded, coming back to herself. “You?” she asked. “How are your ribs?”
She reached down to feel his chest with a gentle hand and felt his abdomen constrict under her fingers. When she looked up to check his face to see if he was in pain, however, she found him smiling down at her.
“What?”
“Don’t you ever turn it off?” he chuckled. “The doctor thing. Aren’t you ever just…I dunno, a woman?”
“I’m always a woman,” Lauren huffed, her hand stroking his chest softly. “But I’m a doctor, too. It’s my job to worry about my patients. Especially when they take part in strenuous activity without icing their injuries.” She pressed a little harder above the place where his injured ribs should have been. “Don’t you feel that?”
“I feel every inch of you,” Marc husked against her mouth as he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her close as he turned onto his back. Lauren draped her legs on either side of him, careful not to put pressure where it might cause him too much discomfort. “But, trust me,” he continued, cupping her ass cheeks in his thick, wide hands, “pain ain’t got nothing to do with it.”
Lauren giggled as she pressed another kiss to his lips and rocked her pelvis against his, making him groan into her mouth. “Like that?” she asked. “Does that make you feel better, Mr. Kelly.”
“Mm,” Marc replied, pulling her hips more firmly upon his. “Yes, Doctor.”
“Kinky,” Lauren giggled.
“You started it.”
“True.” She reached down, feeling him hot and hard and ready for her. His skin was as soft as his entire body was firm and it was a contradiction that made her bite her lip to suppress a moan as she cursed under her breath. She inched forward until her heat was right along the shaft of his cock, stroking herself over him, teasing him like he had teased her. She could hear his growls and moans and groans, but he didn’t interfere. He didn’t attempt to pull her off of him, to turn her over and have his way with her like he’d been doing just moments prior. Instead, he allowed her to ride him.
Lauren did her best to keep from just lining him up and sinking down onto him—the way that she wanted to do so badly—and instead worked to make him as crazy as he had made her.
She realized, quite quickly, that it was not as easy as he had made it seem. All she wanted was for him to plunge himself inside of her. Based on the hint of a smile that appeared on his face, Marc Kelly knew this. He was patient, though, waiting for her stubborn streak to end; for her to give them what they both wanted, to give in and fuck him senseless.
To allow him to fuck her senseless.
It took seconds for Lauren to make the decision. She could wait no longer to have him inside her. She needed him. Now.
Her hips stilled for a long moment, her chest heaving with each breath, her breasts in full view of his hungry eyes. She watched his tongue come out, licking his lips slowly, making her insides flutter as she reached down, positioning him at her entrance. She raised herself up a little higher on her knees, changing the angle to what she knew would be pleasurable for both of them. She could feel his head nudging her clit, the heat of his shaft scorching her as she lowered herself on him, allowing him to stretch her completely. He was so big inside of her. And with her two-year celibacy, the burn that came with the stretch was so good that it was almost painful.
Almost.
Lauren led out a guttural groan of pleasure, fighting the instinct to slam herself down completely. She needed to take this slow. She needed to enjoy every second of it. She needed to remember how each inch of him felt, because who knew how long it would be before she felt the stretch of a man’s cock inside her again.
Oh, she didn’t doubt that, if Marc Kelly stayed another night or two, this would happen again. But then what about after he left? Would she feel more secure than she had before him, with any other man? Or would it go back to how it had been before? With her flinching away from men she saw on the street, even those who knew her? She didn’t want that. She wanted security. She wanted a man like Marc Kelly.
But she couldn’t have him that way. He’d made that clear.
And, as she sunk down so completely onto him that he hit bottom and their pelvises touched, adding much-needed pressure to her clit, she thought that, perhaps, this was enough. A few more nights with a man inside of her was exactly what she needed before she sealed herself off to intimacy for the rest of her days. One more night of a man making her feel the way only a man can.
One more night of security.
Lauren let her mind go blank as she began to move, feeling the head of Marc’s cock brush against that spot deep inside of her. Now was not the time to worry, she decided, rocking back and forth, allowing her breasts to swing in his face until Marc leaned in, wrapping his talented mouth around one dusky, pert nipple. Now was just the time to feel.
And enjoy it while it lasted.
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