In Too Deep: A Romantic Suspense Novel (22 page)

I shrugged. "You can handle it," I said, letting my shirt fall from my shoulders and to the floor. Sophie moaned softly, and started working on my belt, which she unbuckled quickly before freeing my cock. Her soft hand wrapped around me, and I remembered talking about hand lotion with her in the club, causing me to smile. God bless Aveeno for sure.

Sophie smiled and ran her tongue over her lips, caught up in the moment, looking up at me as if she was waiting for permission.

I nodded, moving over and sitting on the couch, my legs spread. Sophie reached out with her tongue, licking me slowly around the head of my cock while her hand slowly pumped my shaft. I groaned softly, enjoying the wonderful tingle her tongue caused, the tip of her tongue going down to trace the veins of my cock. She was amazing, finding all of those secret little places that left me oozing precum, close to the edge. "Stop," I commanded, barely controlling my voice.

Sophie sat back, and I regretted the strictness in my voice. She wanted me to control her, not hurt her feelings. I sat forward and pulled her up, giving her a tender kiss. "I said stop because I want you to do something that no other woman has ever been able to do," I said, stretching the truth just a bit. Other women had, but never one with a naturally endowed body. "I want you to wrap those beautiful tits of yours around my cock until you need me inside you."

The grin that spread over her face was worth the temptation. I knew that as wonderful as she felt, any more stimulation would leave me dangerously close to coming even before she did. Still, I couldn't help but give a small gasp when she lifted her breasts and swallowed my cock between them, almost totally disappearing between the soft mounds. Working her hands up and down, Sophie stroked my cock with her breasts, her tongue flicking out to taste my precum every time the tip emerged. It was heaven, plain and simple. Still, I kept the slightly cocky grin on my face, and hummed my pleasure.

Sophie

A
part
of me thought that Mark was being playful with his arrogance as I worked and licked his cock, but I really didn't care. I wanted him, and I had to have him. His precum was salty and sweet on my lips, and I could barely contain myself as I kept working my breasts up and down. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I looked up at him with my needy eyes. "Fuck me."

He stood up and pulled me to my feet a bit roughly, pulling me over to the edge of the couch and pushing me over the arm.

I could feel the juices dripping down the inside of my thighs as I was completely exposed to him. He stood behind me, the tip of his cock barely brushing against my hamstrings, teasing me with what I needed so badly. I sobbed in need and frustration as he dragged the thick length up my left ass cheek before letting it slide down the right, then actually taking it in his hand and slapping it up against my clit. "Go ahead and beg, Sophie. I know you want to."

Swallowing the sobs of need, I looked back over my shoulder, tears filling my eyes, and begged. "Mark, please. Fuck me, make me yours."

Mark

M
y heart
almost wavered when I saw Sophie's eyes brimming with tears before she begged. Still, I went with my gut, and promised myself that I would give her the climax of her life after I heard her beg, as a reward and as a thank you. I slid the condom on as fast as I could, eager to be inside of her. I fixed my eyes on hers, and I slid my cock inside, working it in and out in slow, short thrusts.

I'd never felt a pussy like hers before. I've read about finding that supposed perfect fit, I mean, I'm a guy. I've heard it described as everything from warm apple pie, to velvet gloves, to slippery vacuums. I don't know what the hell a slippery vacuum is, but I can say that being inside Sophie was a paradise. The pressure of her muscles against my cock was perfect, lighting up every nerve in my body and causing my heart to literally skip a beat. "Damn," I whispered half under my breath.

"It's been a while, sorry," Sophie said in apology, not understanding my meaning. Instead of correcting her, I pulled back, pushing in again and again until I felt something that was a rarity, the trimmed hair at the base of my cock settle against her ass. Few women could take my cock without complaint, and here I was with a beautiful, voluptuous woman bent over for me, not only
not
complaining, but moaning in a lustful release, pushing back against me.

I started thrusting, long smooth strokes that I knew I could sustain a while. While on the outside I kept up the cocky persona, inside my mind I was feeling a tectonic shift in my heart and soul. In my line of work, it doesn't pay to get close to anyone. It's too dangerous, for both of us. You could be taken away from each other at a moment's notice. But regardless, I could feel myself shifting on the inside, wanting to please her more and more, and I knew she was working her way inside me, even if she didn't realize it. It scared me, and it thrilled me.

Sophie

T
he first tickle
of Mark's pubic hair against me left me breathless. When he started thrusting, his thick cock pistoning in and out of me, I was left senseless, waves of bliss cascading through me. Each slap of his hips against me was a sharp reminder to breathe, or else I would have suffocated having forgotten how to.

Mark's cock penetrated me deeply, deeper than any man had ever done before. My fingers curled into tight balls on the sofa, my breasts pressed against the cushion, and I groaned loudly, not caring if my neighbors, a nosy old lady named Francine and a Hispanic couple, the Mendozas, heard me. "More, please. Give me more."

Mark responded by speeding up, his cock filling me faster and faster. I almost lost it when I felt him start to circle his hips as he thrust, his cock almost twirling inside me with every hammering penetration, touching me in different ways each time, lighting up my body. I could see stars, and was on the verge of blacking out, when a thought roared into my brain, dragging me back to consciousness.

If I was role-playing as submissive to Mark, then I couldn't come first. Not without his permission. Instead, I mustered every bit of strength I had and pushed back harder, squeezing my body around him, trying to please this sexy man who was giving me the fuck of my life. The least I could do was try and give as good as I was getting.

I don't know if what I was doing had any effect, but it sent explosions off in my body. I pushed and grunted, my sexual side consuming me as his perfect cock pounded me relentlessly, his hips punishing my ass cheeks. My orgasm was rushing up on me, but I held on grimly, gritting my teeth to please Mark, giving him everything I had.

Still, it wasn't enough. I couldn't hold back any longer, and clamped down as hard as I could, lust and pleasure and regret choking my voice. "Mark, I'm going to come," I gasped, "I'm....."

I was going to say
I'm sorry
, but my throat closed up, and my body exploded in climax. I was glad Mark had me bent over the couch, because I lowered my face to the cushions and screamed my joy and pleasure, every nerve in me feeling the pleasure of his cock. Suddenly, I could feel him tense and his cock swell as he began to erupt and satisfy me completely. Relief and accomplishment filled my heart and soul, and I knew that my initial prediction had been right, letting him in was going to change me forever.

Mark

A
fter our climax
, I carried Sophie to her bedroom, laying her carefully on her bed. She only had a queen sized bed, a bit small for me, but I wanted to stay with her. Instead, I stood up, intending to go out to the sofa, maybe get my things and go, when her voice stopped me in my tracks. "Mark," she whispered, her voice close to breaking again into tears, "don't leave. Stay."

I looked over my shoulder at her, realizing my error. How many times had she been
pumped and dumped
, as an associate of mine tended to say? She said she was no easy lay, and I believed her, but I've known plenty of women who weren't easy, but still got walked out on as soon as the guy got his rocks off. I regret to say I've done it myself more than once.

But not with Sophie. I couldn't, not after what she did for me, did
to
me. Instead, I turned back to her, and knelt next to her bed. "I'm not going anywhere," I whispered, kissing her on the forehead. "I just want to get my cell phone, set my alarm. You've got work in the morning, remember? And I need to get up early too."

She looked at me with those trusting dark eyes of hers and nodded. "Okay."

I walked out of the bedroom and to the living room, scooping up my clothes as I went. My jeans were in a puddle at the edge of the couch where they had worked off my hips while Sophie was bent over the arm rest. The cell phone was in my back pocket, and I could see the flash that said I had a text message waiting for me. I hadn't felt the vibrations with Sophie's distracting presence. I flipped it open, and nodded to myself.

Congratulations on another successful assignment,
the text said.
Have another ready. Will call tomorrow afternoon
.

I closed the message box and turned on my alarm, setting it for five thirty. Five hours of sleep. I can operate on that, I've operated on less. Going back into the bedroom, I found Sophie already lightly snoring, her fist tucked under her chin while she lay on her side. I snuggled in behind her and pulled her tight against me. She moaned incoherently, and laid her hand on my arm. "Goodnight," I whispered into her hair, giving it a kiss. "Sweet dreams."

Chapter 7

Sophie

I
was downing
my second Redbull of the morning when I walked into the emergency room at the University Hospital that Thursday morning. "Morning everyone," I said, stifling a yawn as I put my thumb on the time clock reader. It scanned my print and beeped, noting my time of clock-in. "How is everything?”

Brad and Cassandra, two of my co-workers who were at the desk, glanced up, Cassandra giving me a concerned look. "You okay Sophie? You look like you're going on two hours of sleep."

"More than that," I replied, "but not too much more." After Mark put me to bed the night before, we were supposed to have about five hours or so to get sleep. Instead, I woke up at three in the morning with an intense need to pee. I guess it had something to do with the alcohol the night before, it does that to me sometimes.

Afterward, I couldn't get comfortable again. I didn't blame Mark, my bed is pretty small, but I was used to lying in the exact middle, and kind of sprawling out all over the place. Instead, we had to press our bodies together in order to fit both of us on the bed, which was the cause of the whole problem. I'm sure that was a new experience for him. From appearances, he was very well off.

Regardless of the wonderful sex the night before, feeling Mark's body against me in bed soon had me aroused, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I did.

My wiggling and squirming woke Mark up, his chuckle turning into a moan as my ass moved around against his rapidly stiffening cock. Of course, one thing led to another, and we had a second round of wonderful sex before I could drop off for more sleep, only to be awoken by the alarm seemingly minutes after closing my eyes. So, my five hours of sleep ended up being about three and a half, broken up into two parts.

"Well, keep on your toes," Brad commented without lifting his eyes from his computer screen. He was responsible for a lot of the record keeping, especially with the insurance providers. When I first started volunteering at the ER, I wondered why he kept a bottle of eye drops next to his keyboard all the time. After helping him out one shift, I stopped wondering. I had glowing letters dancing in front of my eyes the whole rest of my night. How Brad put up with it, I didn't fathom to guess. "Doc Green is coming in today at noon."

I rolled my eyes. "Green. Well, I guess I could expect it. But why noon? He's normally on morning shift."

"He was in late last night," Cassandra said, a grin on her face. "He was supposed to be out of here at midnight and back in for first shift today."

"So what happened?" I asked, finishing off the last of my energy drink and tossing the empty can into the recycle bin. "I've heard he could pull a shift like that no problem at all."

"The problem is, ten minutes after his shift was technically over, and he was finishing up his paperwork, the ambulance brought in a bleeder," Brad interjected. "From your part of town, even. A loan shark for the Russians, Karl Vaslov. Apparently he was sitting in his living room last night watching
The Daily Show
or something when somebody kicked in his door and attacked. He came in with a laundry list of internal injuries, along with his tongue being cut out. He was pretty much DOA, but wasn't clinically dead yet, so Green had to spend another three hours working on him. Vaslov finally coded out at three thirty this morning, and Green got out of here about four thirty."

"Huh. Well, I guess I’ll take the small favors created by the death of a criminal," I replied, wiping my eyes. I caught one piece of crusty eye gunk that I'd missed earlier, the scratchy little bit scraping my cheekbone as I worked it out. "I'm only on until two today, and I've got a shift at the Shamrock this evening. Any chance to get work done without Green around is good for me."

One of the attending physicians, Dr. Morrison, dropped off a chart with a laugh. "Face it, Sophie, if it wasn't for Green, work here would be very boring for you."

I half yawned, half laughed and pulled on my short jacket that showed I was a volunteer assistant on top of my scrubs. "True, Doctor. But I think I'd rather have boring shifts than entertaining ones."

Morrison nodded and grabbed the next chart in the line off the wall. "That's fine. Okay, let's see, I've got you down for health clinic duty starting at ten, but until then stick close. You've been working on your sutures a lot lately I noticed, I might just let you try them out on a real human today."

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