Untamed Hearts 1: The Viper (12 page)

He stopped touching her only to reach up and free her bottom lip. She didn’t know what shocked her more, the fact that his fingers left the tang of her sex there or that he leaned down and licked it away a second later.

“No hiding.” He breathed against her lips. “I like hearing it.”

She blinked, stunned by how much something so uncouth appealed to her. “O-okay.”

Katie’s body was still raw and tingling from two powerful orgasms, but she fought the embarrassment. When he reached down and pushed a finger back into her again, she didn’t stop herself from gasping at the onslaught.

“How come so tight, chica?” Marcos stroked her again to prove his point, making her clench around him.

“It’s, um, been a while.” She squeezed her eyes shut tighter as she admitted, “Been divorced a-almost two years.”

“Is that it?” Marcos sounded amused. His accent was pronounced now, and it only served to fuel the flame raging inside Katie, especially when he reached down and grabbed her right hand, pushed it against the crotch of his jeans, forcing her to feel the long, thick outline of his cock. “Or maybe that pendejo just didn’t fill you out like you deserve?”

“Oh.” She cupped him on instinct, watching the way his eyes grew heavy-lidded from her touch. She had to concede, it felt
much
bigger than she was used to. “M-maybe not.”

With a boldness and curiosity she’d never had before tonight she pulled at the button to his jeans and then tugged down the zipper. Marcos flattened both hands against the wood floor, supporting all his upper body weight, and then dropped his head to watch her free him.

“Ay Dios mio.” He groaned when Katie pushed his black boxer briefs down and stroked the length of him.

“What does that mean?” Katie asked as a distraction, because she couldn’t believe how thick he was, so much so her fingertips didn’t touch at the base, and she was stuck halfway between being nervous and so turned on she couldn’t look away from the sight of her hand around him.

She stroked him from root to tip, and then rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock, wondering what it would feel like pushing inside her.

“Oh my God.”

She blinked up at him. “W-what?”

“Th-that’s what it means.” He grunted and then arched into the embrace of her hand. “Ay Dios mio. Oh my God—fuck.”

Marcos reached down, struggling to find his pocket when his jeans were pushed low on his thighs. Gold-foiled packets spilled out on the floor, and he grabbed one, putting it between his teeth, but he seemed reluctant for her to release him.

“How many of those things did you bring?” Katie didn’t know why, but she giggled. He gave her a devious smile around the condom packet in response, and she laughed harder before voicing her concerns out loud. “I don’t think it’ll fit.”

He held the end of the gold foil, ripping into the condom package with his teeth before he spit out the top of it, and said, “It’ll fit.”

She was still laughing and not nearly as nervous as she should be. “Sex with you is educational for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is the Spanish lesson.”

“
Do not
repeat any Spanish you learn from me in the next twenty minutes.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Twenty minutes?”

“I jerked off in the car.” He didn’t look embarrassed by the confession. “And I always last longer the second time.”

She released him to cup a hand to her mouth, unable to believe he just admitted to that. “You did?”

“Yeah, I would’ve blown the second you came against my lips if I hadn’t.” He rolled the condom on himself, still completely unself-conscious. “I know my limits. You push every single one of them.”

She watched the way his hand moved down the thick, tanned length of his cock, feeling breathless again and deciding only Marcos could make putting on a condom sexy like this.

Katie wrapped her legs around him, because she needed him in her, even if it was going to be a tight fit. She hooked her feet in his underwear that were pushed down over the smooth, tight line of his ass. Together they divested him of the rest of his clothes, and then there was just them, skin to skin. Words and humor were gone as quickly as they’d showed up, replaced with a surge of emotion she wasn’t expecting. She caressed his face when he lowered himself over her. He was heavy, the wood was harsh against her back, but she didn’t give a damn about any of it. The fire in those light eyes nearly consumed her as Marcos studied her.

“Katie—” His voice was choked. “I—”

She placed her fingers over his lips before he could finish. She could sense some sort of confession in his voice, and it was too much. She couldn’t hear it. Not if he was planning on leaving in the morning. It was crazy and insane and made about as much sense as any of the rest of it did, but she knew what he was going to say, and she cut him off at the pass.

“Just make me yours,” she pleaded, because she needed it desperately. “That’s what I need right now, Marcos.”

He groaned in defeat and buried his face in the curve of her neck. His lips felt like heaven, making a fresh sheen of pleasure dance over her skin. She turned her head, giving him better access as she traced the muscles of his back and let him work one hand between their naked bodies.

She could feel his cock, hard and ready against her stomach, but he touched her instead. The seduction felt slow, but she knew it was likely as fast as the first time as he teased her and stretched her and made her so wet and needy she no longer cared how big he was.

Katie was shifting and moaning under him, pushing herself up against his hand. If he didn’t do this soon, she was going to come again, and that was simply unacceptable. Usually, she only found a peak like that by herself. Three times under Marcos before he’d even made love to her was too much by anyone’s standards.

She gasped when he rubbed his thumb against her clit, and begged, “Please.”

He stopped touching her and pushed his other hand into her hair, tugging it pointedly and looking down at her again. “I like to watch. I wanna see your face when I take you.”

She closed her eyes, feeling exposed and all the more turned on because of it. “O-okay.”

He shifted over, and Katie helped, arching up when she felt him against her opening, pushing forward in a slow, indulgent claiming. When the broad tip of his cock breeched her, her mouth fell open because it was so much bigger than anything she’d experienced before. It didn’t feel like it should fit, but it did, just as he’d promised. Goose bumps spread over her skin, the pleasure was deeper than before, more potent, and she dug her nails into his shoulders when it started to overwhelm her.

She tried to bite her bottom lip again, but he growled, “No, let me hear it. Let me hear
all of it
.” He took her the rest of the way in one hard thrust that made her cry out from the surge of ecstasy. “That’s it, chica. Lemme hear you get off on me fucking you like the sexy bitch you are.”

She gasped at his harsh words, because they made her feel as sexy as Marcos claimed she was, and that had never happened before. He buried his face against her neck again, and then bit hard enough to leave a mark.

The next time he spoke, it was in Spanish, but the words were just as harsh and jagged, breathless and defiantly sexual in a way that was easy to understand, even if she couldn’t translate it.

Then he pulled out and took her again before she could catch her breath. Jesus, the friction was incredible. She really
was
filled out, and it felt beyond good. She found herself clinging to him as he took her hard, over and over again, making the pleasure build and build until she was dragging her nails down his back and coming before either of them expected it.

He rode out the storm with her, thrusting harder, extending the wild rush of ecstasy so long she was winded and sweaty when it started to wane.

Marcos was still moving, and she realized he hadn’t climaxed with her. His voice was ragged as he made those low, masculine grunts of pleasure against the curve of her neck with every thrust. When he did speak, it was still in Spanish, whispered against her ear like the confessions of a dying man.

She could feel the tension in him, in the muscles flexing under her fingers and the way everything about him seemed coiled tight, like a snake about to strike.

That seemed unfair, and she ran her hands up to his hair. She fisted it and lifted his head to claim his lips in a wild, openmouthed kiss. He pushed his tongue past her lips as he started moving faster, harder. Somehow, one of her knees had become hooked under his arm, leaving her completely open to the thrust of his hips against hers.

They were sweaty and sticky, and he really was a heavy man, but none of it mattered as she pulled back and said, “Go ahead. I—” He kissed her again and then slipped a hand between their straining bodies, finding her clit, making her aware of how wet she was, forcing her to feel what a messy, sticky business sex with Marcos was, and she loved it. So much so she moaned into their next kiss and just let him have his way with her, even if what he was asking for was impossible. “God, no. I can’t.”

But she could; she felt it building again.

She might not be able to walk tomorrow, but she was going to come again as he touched her and fucked her and made her feel like a woman in a way she never thought possible. God, at that moment, she would have given this man her soul if she could.

“
Hazlo de Nuevo. Deja escucharte
.” Marcos punctuated the foreign pleading by tugging on her hair again and finally growled something against her ear that she understood, “Now, Katie!”

She screamed when another orgasm ripped through her body, and this time she took Marcos down with her. He gripped her ass, holding her tightly against him as he fucked her harder, broken phrases bursting out of him. She didn’t need to speak Spanish to know they were vulgar, but she liked him just like this, wild and feral for her.

When it was over, Katie started to notice little things, like the feel of his sweaty skin against hers and the rain misting in past the open door cooling their fevered bodies. His weight over her was almost too much, but she was so relaxed she could barely think to complain. Instead she hugged him tighter, with her arms and legs, just completely wrapping herself around him, desperate to hold him close for as long as possible.

As crazy as it was, in that one peaceful moment, with his heavy breath stirring the fine hairs at the nape of her neck, she truly understood what a powerful man she had in her arms. He’d survived more than most would, and he walked through this life with a constant veil of ferocity because of it. She knew without asking that few saw anything else but the hard, bitter shell he had built around himself out of necessity and the fact that he was willing to show her his kind side made it all the more intoxicating.

“Thank you,” she whispered into the shuddering stillness.

He placed a kiss at the soft spot beneath her ear and then caressed her hair, brushing it back from where it was sticking to her neck. Then he pushed up and looked down at her, his gaze tender and contemplative.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, and then bit her lip, before she gave him a shy smile. “That was impressive, but I can’t believe you admitted to doing that.” She could feel the blush burning her cheeks as she gestured down between them when he gave her a look of confusion. “Before. In your car. That’s scandalous.”

“You mean the jerking off?” He frowned. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Her smile was wide and pleased as she said it, because she enjoyed every minute of being with him. “I just never heard someone talk like you do. I didn’t know a man could be so crass and still so…s-sexy. It’s a unique combination.” She shrugged and looked away. “I like it.
A lot
.”

He paused, and she could sense a tension coming off him, making her wish she hadn’t said anything. He cupped her cheek, his palm rough against her sensitive skin as he swept a thumb over her bottom lip pensively. Even with the fresh surge of embarrassment, she shuddered from the simple caress.

“
Mierda
.” He groaned and then leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, cariño.”

“Why?” She ran her fingers over the ridges of his back muscles because she couldn’t help herself, and she found herself wondering what sort of inked decorations covered the warm skin under her fingers. “I feel amazing. This is probably the best I’ve felt—ever.”

“This is the best it’s ever been for you?” Marcos sounded anguished. “Right here on the floor?”

“Yeah.” She hugged him tighter, wanting to ease whatever was upsetting him. “And before, with your mouth and your fingers. I’ve never—” She shook her head, still reeling. “I didn’t know something could feel that incredible.”

“No.” He pulled away, still glaring down at her. “Don’t be nice to me. I fucked you on the floor, Katie. I’m the pendejo.” He rubbed a hand over his face and corrected himself, “A-asshole.”

“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” she said in a rush, hating that he wasn’t getting it. “You don’t understand. Grayson would’ve never done it on the floor. We had to lay a towel down just to do it on the bed.” She ran a hand over his cheek. “I love this. I promise. I know it sounds insane, but the floor is the best place in the world as far as I’m concerned. I don’t even care that the door is still open. I love that it’s open. I love that I stop thinking when I’m with you.” She touched his lips that were swollen from their kisses. “Do you understand?”

He was quiet for a long time, as if contemplating her rushed confession. Then he grabbed her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist and asked, “You wanna break in the rest of the house?”

“Yes.” She couldn’t hide her excitement even if she wanted to. “I would love to.”

She leaned up and kissed him again, feeling his smile against her lips, and she knew why he was grinning like that.

He understood perfectly.

Chapter Nine

There were sirens wailing far in the distance, making Marcos’s heart drop on instinct. The cars were long gone, and he tossed his gun into the garbage can at the house closest to him.