The Lawson Boys: Marty (29 page)

Mutely she
shook her head, her plump lips slightly parted in anticipation.

“I like being
in control. I like my sex hard, hot, and downright sweaty.”

“Oh.” Her
breath started coming faster.

“Honey, you’re
going to be saying a whole lot more than just ‘oh’.” He regarded
her intently. “There’s only two things you need to know.”

She
blinked.

He lowered his
head until his lips were against her ear. “One: I’d never hurt
you.”

She almost
melted into him.

“Two: you tell
me to stop if I take it too fast for you.”

“Stop?” She was
definitely breathless.

“You tell me.”
His breath caressed her ear hotly, and reaching out, he nipped the
little earlobe before finishing on a low, almost primal growl, “If
it’s too hard, too fast, too much, you tell me stop and I’ll stop.
Okay?”

“You wouldn’t
leave?” There was a panicked tremor in her voice.

“No, baby. But
I’ll slow down.”

“You promise
you won’t leave me?”

“I won’t leave
you.” He pressed a small kiss to the sensitive underside of her
ear. “I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

She took a deep
breath. “Okay.”

It was a good
thing she couldn’t see his smile because she’d probably regret her
decision. He was determined she’d never forget this time with him.
He was going to brand her.

“Oh Belle,” he
promised. “I’m going to spoil you for any other man.”

Then before she
could say or do anything more, he unleashed the dominant side of
him, that primal male instinct to own and conquer, to take the
woman he’d chosen to be his life partner. Forever. To do what he’d
never desired to do in the past but that at this moment was
overwhelming him.

He took her and
he made her his.

Mouth moulding
to hers, he kissed her, refusing to let her move away from him, his
free hand capturing her chin and angling her head to allow better
access to her mouth.

He ate at her
mouth, took her essence and plundered the tender depths, glorying
in her flavour, her scent, drinking from her.

As he kissed
her, his hand drifted lower from her chin, down her throat and
lower still, hooking into the low neckline of her dress and
stripping it from her shoulders. Releasing his hold on her wrists,
he brought her arms down so that that bodice fell to pool around
her waist. A quick yank and the elastic slid over her hips and
downwards until the dress lay in a swirl of silky material at her
feet.

He didn’t give
her time to think, to react to the coolness of the room against her
skin reminding her of her insecurities. Reaching up, he tore the
front of his own shirt open and shrugged out of it, managing to
keep her mouth captured with his the whole time, refusing to let
her come up for air.

It was a
strategy that worked, because by the time he did allow her to suck
in a deep breath he’d unhooked her bra and was down on his knees,
taking her breath away again by the simple act of sucking one pink
nipple into his mouth and making the little bud come to torturous
attention by the skilful administrations of his mouth and
tongue.

Her hands
caught his shoulders as she clung to him, maintaining her balance
even as her ecstatic moans filled the air. Those moans were music
to his carnal soul.

Still sucking
on her nipple, he hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them
down her thighs, lower to her knees until they dropped around her
ankles. Without hesitation he slid his hands up the insides of her
legs, urging her with a strong shove to spread her thighs, and then
he cupped her sex, the heel of his hand massaging the mound while
his fingers slid between the moist curls and further in, slipping
between the sheltering labia to find the treasure beyond with
deadly accuracy.

The little nub
peaked under his touch and he played her like the beautiful woman
she was, shifting his mouth to suck in the other sweet little
nipple that beckoned from the corner of his eye while he stroked
her clitoris.

His shaft was a
painful bulge in the front of his pants, but he didn’t release it
from the confines of the material, using it as a reminder that he
wasn’t finished, that he wasn’t ready to take Belle, not yet. He’d
only had a small taste of her so far and he was going to have
more.

So much
more.

It wasn’t long
and he had her on the brink of an orgasm, felt her shudder beneath
his touch, and when he slipped his finger into the moist opening of
her body, her sheath clamped down on his finger while her thighs
strained to close on his invading hand. With several quick,
practised moves, he pushed her past her limit, surging upwards
quickly to catch her as her knees weakened and she fell forward
against him, holding her as she shivered in his arms, loving the
blush of sexual heat on her cheeks, her eyes unfocussed as she was
lost to the passion that crashed over her.

When she came
trembling back to consciousness in his arms, he didn’t let her come
all the way back, using his body to crowd her back towards the
sofa.

“Turn around,
honey,” he ordered huskily.

Still caught up
in delicious euphoria, she obeyed without hesitation. Knowing that
she’d have baulked at his next intention for her, knowing just as
much that if he could get her past her self-consciousness that
she’d enjoy it, he controlled her while she was pliable to his
terms.

Bringing her to
her knees near the coffee table, he knelt behind her, taking her
hands and stretching her arms across the smooth wood, hearing her
gasp as her bare breasts pressed against the cool top. He hooked
her fingers over the other side of the coffee table.

“Marty…” Her
whisper was a combination of uncertainty and lingering desire.

Pressing a kiss
to her warm cheek, he huskily reassured her. “It’s all right,
Belle.” Keeping her aroused, he slid his hand smoothly between her
thighs and entered her deeply with one finger, feeling her muscles
still trembling in the aftermath of the orgasm. It didn’t take much
to divert her attention from her naked, open, decadent position,
which was just what he wanted.

Trailing kisses
over her shoulder and down her spine, he felt her arch beneath him.
Still lower he went, licking lightly over the dimple at the base of
her spine, leaning down to lick lower still over the curve of one
buttock, nipping his way to the other one before he straightened
and reached around her, his hands on her knees urging them
apart.

So caught up in
the sensations he was stirring inside her, Belle obeyed without a
murmur of protest.

Lust beating
through him, thirsting for her, Marty slid down to his stomach and
licked the crease where her buttocks met her thighs, causing her to
shiver, and he felt the tension in her legs as he ran his fingers
down the backs of the rounded limbs.

She was open to
him, he could almost see everything, almost touch everything,
almost taste everything.

Almost wasn’t
everything, however, and he wanted everything.

Flipping over
onto his back, he reached between her legs to grasp the coffee
table and neatly pulled himself between her spread thighs.

Oh yeah, that
was so much better. So much bloody better. His mouth practically
watered as he looked up at her secrets, those mysterious, womanly
secrets that were bared to his view by her splayed thighs, made
even more splayed by his wide shoulders forcing them further
apart.

“Marty, I
can’t…” A cross between disbelief and raw lust, her voice wavered.
“I can’t…”

“You can,” he
said firmly. “You will. Hold on to the coffee table, baby. Hold on
to the other side. Lean over and just
hold on
.”

Before she
could say anything further, before she could make a protest clouded
by modesty, he grabbed her hips and tugged her lower, her grasp on
the table and her splayed thighs preventing her from coming flush
down on his face, but her position and his grip holding her at just
precisely the perfect spot for his enjoyment, her pleasure…and his
feasting.

The intimate,
sensitive flesh was all his for the taking, and Marty took it. His
tongue swiped along the seam of her body and she could only gasp
and squirm, held prisoner by his hands and her position, her
helplessness and her own carnal lust.

She felt lust,
he knew it, had the proof in not only her sexy little whimpers
filling the air but also on the glistening moistness of her flesh
before him, and he tasted her cream, licking deep, playing the tip
of his tongue around the opening of her body, slipping in just a
little, tasting her, spreading the proof of her desire around the
silken flesh of the labia.

The little
clitoris was no longer sheltered, its hidden location revealed by
the way he’d skilfully positioned Belle. Taking advantage of it, he
sucked the little nub into his mouth, probing it with his
tongue.

Belle
whimpered, her thighs each side of his head tensing, her hands
scrabbling on the table top.

Chuckling, he
blew on her heated flesh, hearing her little scream of frustration
and shock. “Hold on, baby.” When she only squirmed more, he lightly
slapped her derriere.

“Oh God,
Marty-” Her words broke off on a gasp as he slid one finger neatly
inside her, hooking the tip and dragging slowly down her sheath.
“
Oh God
!”

Twice more and
she came, his hands on her hips holding her ruthlessly in place as
he swallowed the cream from her body, tasting the desire, and it
was like a torch to his already inflamed desires.

No sooner had
her orgasm rolled away than he was sliding from between her thighs,
releasing her and coming to his feet, kicking his shoes off and
yanking the snap of his pants open, ripping the zipper down as he
watched her sink back onto her heels, her back against his
shins.

“Oh, we’re not
done yet, baby,” he purred with craven heat rolling through his
voice.

Tipping her
head back to look up at him, her cheeks rosy with sexual arousal
and eyes bright with desire, her lips parted as she fought to bring
her uneven breaths under control.

Bending down,
Marty kissed her ruthlessly, his appetite for her voracious.
Straightening, he stepped around her, bracing his feet either side
of her thighs. Having her kneeling at his feet, her lush curves so
mouth-watering, her innocent face alight with the cupiscence he’d
awoken within her, was erotic.

So bloody
erotic.

Just the image
of her mouth around his shaft was enough to make it throb
painfully, urgently, and he stepped back enough to shove his pants
down and kick them away, straightening again to look down at
her.

She’d shifted,
one leg bent with her foot beneath her, the other knee bent with
her heel tucked as close against her bottom as she could, her arms
across her breasts, the very image of shyness and passion
combined.

“Oh no, Belle.”
Marty dropped to his knees before her, ensnaring her gaze. “No
hiding, remember? Rule number two.”

The black of
her dilated pupils almost overwhelmed the green of her irises, but
it wasn’t caused by fear.

Reaching out,
she laid her palm against his chest. “So beautiful.” Her fingers
slid down, seeking the small steel bar piercing his nipple and
rubbing against it, sending erotic, almost painful sensations
skittering through him. “So handsome.”

Welcoming her
touch, her smooth palms against the swells of his hard muscles,
Marty let her explore, watching her through lowered lashes as every
touch ignited sparks already simmering, every trail of her fingers
flaring a pathway that jerked on his shaft.

Tracing over
his abdomen, her fingers followed the rise and fall of the muscle
beneath his skin, lower still until her fingertips hovered above
the aching head of his shaft.

Not moving, he
waited, watching her with hot, hungry eyes, waiting for her to do
more, to explore further.

Nervously she
moistened her lips, the heavy lashes hiding her eyes from sight,
the thick, brown curls tumbling around her shoulders, the heavy
breasts that begged for his touch, the nipples swollen and rosy
from his mouth.

He waited,
refusing to ask, refusing to move, up on his knees before her,
allowing her to look at him, to discover what he wouldn’t hide from
her, was proud for her to see, just as he was proud of her body
with all its womanly softness.

Her hand
reached, hovered, and his breath hissed out as finally she touched
the heavy head of his shaft with tentative fingers. Rigidly he held
himself up when everything inside him demanded he throw her to the
floor and ride her roughly. He’d tasted her, explored her, and it
was only fair he allowed Belle to do the same.

Good
intentions.

But it didn’t
hold.

A gentle
fingertip brushed over the head of his shaft, played with the slit
in the top, smoothed through the trickle of moistness already
welling up. The undoing was when her small hand curled around his
shaft, fingers measuring the thickness, and then she slid her hand
down.

Good intentions
blew apart as pure, craven heat surged through him like a bushfire.
In a flash he was on her, pushing her back onto the carpet, his
hand palming her head so she didn’t hit it as she dropped down.

Her mouth
opened on a gasp and he was there, tongue surging deep, claiming
the sweet depths. Her thighs were spread either side of his hard,
muscled ones, his shaft pressed against the seam of her body,
dragging over her perineum, lodging at the entrance, but he
couldn’t wait, couldn’t ease in, not when the basest of urges - to
rut, to ride, to claim - was upon him.

One hard thrust
and he was buried deep, his hands hooking beneath her knees to bend
them, allowing him to slide still deeper. With primal satisfaction
he watched the widening of her eyes. He swallowed her gasp of
pleasured shock.