Chapter Seven

I crooked my finger, not trusting my voice.

He loped the few feet that separated us, reminding me of a jungle cat. The perfect play of light on every plane of muscle entranced me. He came to a stop within reaching distance, but he didn’t close those last few inches.

The thick bulge in his tight, leather pants got larger still as I stared at it.

I reached out without really thinking about it, loving how it leaped from one simple touch. The color in his strange eyes deepened, becoming ferocious.

His hips shifted, though he remained silent, but I knew he was watching me.

I cupped him through the material. He growled as he pushed back into my hand.

“Are you just going to tease me?” His voice was rough with desire and amusement.

“I’m thinking about it.” I smiled up at him, altogether pleased that his reaction so closely paralleled mine.

I leaned forward to bring my mouth to the leather, wondering if he could feel it through the material. I bit him lightly, my hands sliding down his thighs and around to his ass to hold him where I wanted him.

His hand gently brushed my hair back from my face, letting me do whatever I cared to him. His fingers tightened a little when I applied more pressure.

Just what was this man into?

Liquid fire pooled, spreading heat throughout me and demanding more. I wanted him far more than was good for me. I needed to taste him. It wasn’t a want but a need. There was no longer any way to ignore it.

I pulled my head back and reached for his zipper in my haste.

“I think we are getting a little ahead of ourselves,” Marcus cautioned. His rough hoarseness turned me on in a way nothing else could’ve.

I felt the trickle of wetness between my thighs, and I had to shift on the solid porcelain in an attempt to relieve the sudden ache.

“We are?” I asked, surprised at the thoughtfulness in his tone.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, and I wasn’t sure what to expect.

“I think I should at least kiss you before you suck my cock. Don’t you think?” he implored, a charming grin set in place.

He didn’t give me time to answer him while his fingers ran through my hair and pulled me forward.

His lips were dominant as they touched mine, keeping my head still for his exploration. His tongue slid into my mouth to roll and tease me. He growled again, tasting beer and tequila and something indefinably sweeter.

One hand curled around my neck, and the other forced my thighs apart so he could rest between them, allowing him that much more access. I shivered when his fingers brushed my nipple to cup my breast in his large, capable hands.

I was lost, and he knew it.

When I didn’t think it could get any hotter, he pulled away. He stared into my dazed face, a smile of contentment and satisfaction on his face.

“That better?” he whispered.

“That was an understatement.” I blinked, bringing reality back into focus. The man could kiss.

And if he did it again, I would be his for an indefinite period.

Never had any man kissed me like he would devour me if I would let him.

“Now, can I suck your cock?” I asked. I meant it as a joke, but the breathy words left my mouth, and I knew I wanted nothing more than to do just that.

“Baby, you can do anything you want to me.” He kissed the tip of my nose before standing up. “Where do you want me?”

“Right there.” I watched him unbutton his pants, but he left the zipper for me.

Leaving the decision up to me.

I had the feeling that if I wanted to, he would let me leave right now without consequence. I also felt that if I took this step and pushed him any further, it wouldn’t be quite the same story.

I stared at him hungrily, all my hesitancy gone now. This was just too tempting for me. It would appear that I had an oral fetish, an evil one.

I just needed a few more of these sexual quirks, and I would fit right in this place. Yeah right.

I pulled the zipper down and then tugged the leather down a little so the waistband rested on his hips. His freed erection bounced enticingly in front of my face.

I gripped the base and ran my tongue along the tip of the head. His hands returned to my hair, gently running it through his fingers.

An inch at a time, I took him into my mouth. His size made deep-throating a little tricky, but I wanted all of him. It wasn’t like I had a gag reflex to speak off, but my mouth was just too small to make it comfortable until I played with the angle to get it right.

As I slowly worked him in, his hips moved minutely as if he couldn’t help himself, but he was showing promising restraint.

To make him crazy with need would be a dream come true but a little out of reach for the inexperienced like me. With one man under my belt, I doubted I could compete with those women on the other side of the door.

But with long, sure strokes, he was mine at that moment. One glance at his face told me there was no other place he would rather be.

The tell-tale darkness crept over me, taking control of my hands. I waited for the characteristic need to kill to take over me, but it never happened. The sinister essence was hungry, but no more than that. It proved my previous fears groundless as I suckled him.

When the need for blood finally overpowered my need to have him in my mouth, I left his cock for the erotic taste of something just as satisfying, but in a different way.

My teeth ached, a relentless slight pain as they begged to extend.