Authors: Marie Donovan
“Do you know what’s better?” He bent to lick the droplet off her skin.
She clutched the slippery glass. “That didn’t cool me off.” Her plan of teasing him was backfiring.
“How about this?” He pulled the
mojito
from her nerveless fingers and circled the icy glass around the thrumming pulse at the base of her neck.
He traced a finger under the edge of her halter, pausing at the top swell of her breast. Its peak immediately tightened and she shivered.
“Are you sure you’re not cooled off yet?” He stared where her nipples strained against the thin gold knit. “You seem a bit chilled.”
“I’m fine.” She was losing control of the situation and stumbled against the table. He scooped her up with one muscular arm and sat her on the tabletop. She braced her palms behind her and automatically widened her thighs for balance. He stepped between them, wedging his pelvis against hers.
He pressed the
mojito
glass against her nipple. She gasped his name as the cold traveled through the fabric. Before she caught her breath, he pressed it against the other.
“You like that?” he whispered.
Rey couldn’t answer for a second, still shuddering from the icy sensation and the rasp of his erection on the tender sliver of skin above her stockings. She was off balance, both physically and emotionally. “Yes.”
“You’ll like this even better.” He reached up to the nape of her neck and unfastened the hooks holding her top closed.
Her breasts sprang free as he dragged the gold knit down to her waist. With her hands behind her, her breasts thrust up, aching nipples tilted toward Marco’s mouth.
He rubbed the glass over one pale pink tip. Icy-hot sensations shot to her throbbing clit. She jerked her hips forward, pulsing against his erection. He repeated it again on her other breast, leaving her shivering from cold and desire. “Marco, we can’t do this here. Anyone might come in.” She fumbled with the straps to her halter.
“The only man coming in is
me.
” He swirled a finger across the damp pink tip.
“Oh, you think so?” She gave up trying to fasten the tiny hooks at the back of her neck and held the fabric against her.
“I know so. Antonio told me no one else knows the key code to this room. And he turned off the fiber-optic surveillance cameras and microphones for us.”
“This room is bugged?” Rey looked around in shock.
“Of course.” He looked amused. “The club owner holds highly sensitive business meetings here.”
“What kind of business?”
He grinned. “Do you really want to know?”
How
did
Marco know these people? He saw the skeptical look on her face and stepped closer. “Would you like the rest of your
mojito?
”
“No, you can finish it.” She wanted a clear head to decide what to do.
He took a drink and swirled it around his mouth. Tugging her top loose, he fastened his chilly lips on her nipple, sucking and tugging until her greedy flesh filled his mouth. She wove her fingers through his hair as he pinched her other straining peak.
He stepped back, leaving her dangling half-naked off the table. She sat up and pressed her knees together to soothe the ache between her legs.
He sipped his drink and traced his fingers over her knee. “You never did tell me if you were wearing any panties.”
“Why don’t you find out?” She inched her thighs apart, encouraging him to explore her aching sex.
He obliged, running a finger around the wide lace band of her stocking. “Your skin is like silk.” He slid his finger higher until he reached her damp curls. “You’re naughty, not even wearing a thong. What if your skirt crept up when we were dancing? Anyone could see your creamy thighs and your golden triangle.” He tugged gently on her hair.
She shuddered as he glided along the seam of her sex. “It was too dark to see anything.”
“Every man in the club was staring at you.” His finger circled the damp bud and lifted. “Did it make you hot to know that?”
“No, Marco.” She wiggled closer, her breath coming in quick pants. “I only want you.”
“Good.” He sheathed two fingers in her, her hidden muscles convulsing around him. She thrust her hips forward until her clit bumped the pad of his thumb.
He caressed her, sending shock waves spiraling from her womb. She curled her fingers over the table’s edge, her nails digging into the varnished wood. Just as her orgasm began to pulse, he pulled out.
“Marco!” She almost screamed in frustration.
“What,
querida?
” He took another sip from the
mojito,
which he hadn’t put down since he’d started caressing her. He was cool and collected, while she had melted into a puddle on the table.
“If you don’t touch me now, I’ll have to touch myself.” She unhooked one hand from the table and caressed the sliver of skin above her stocking, moving closer and closer to the pulsing nub crowning her thighs.
“Go ahead.” His tone was even, but his eyes glittered in the dim light. His cock pressed long and thick against the tight placket of his pants.
She marveled at his iron control. Maybe she could break it. “Sit in that chair.”
He refilled his glass and relaxed into the heavy leather armchair.
She stood, the stiletto heels of her golden sandals teetering in the plush carpet. She wiggled her dress over
her hips, peeking at him over her bare shoulder. Stepping out of the golden pool of fabric at her feet, she hopped onto the table, naked except for her stockings and sandals. “So you like to watch?” She spread her legs wide, the brass tacks on the table pressing into the soft flesh of her bottom.
“Sometimes.”
She was gratified to hear his voice rasp. “Tell me what you want me to do.” She was suddenly nervous. She had touched herself briefly before their sauna session but had never given herself an orgasm in front of any man before.
“Lick your fingers.”
She inserted two fingers between her lips, drawing them deep. She circled her tongue around them, their thickness and length reminding her of his cock. “Do you remember when I sucked on you in the sauna?”
“Yes.” His voice was calm, but she saw his knuckles whiten as he gripped the arms of the chair.
She pinched her nipple with her damp fingers and trailed her hand slowly down her body, pausing just above the nest of golden hair.
His eyes dilated almost to black. “Touch your clit.”
She paused for a second, tracing wet patterns around her belly button.
“Do it now, Reina.” He was a man pushed to the brink of his control. His hand had strayed to the front of his pants, stroking his erection. “Or else I’m going to make myself come and you won’t get my cock inside you.”
The threat was enough to make her obey. She gasped as she explored the knot of nerves nestled in her slick, swollen folds. Faster and faster she circled her throbbing clitoris, her head lolling.
“Suck on your other fingers and touch your tits.” His crude language aroused her even further, spurring her imagination to new sensual heights.
Instead of sucking on her fingers, she cupped a breast in her palm and dipped her head. She took a deep breath and darted her tongue out to lick her own nipple, jumping slightly at the double sensation.
She heard a thud and looked up, startled. Marco had dropped his
mojito,
droplets splashing onto his slacks.
“Do that again.” His voice was hoarse. The glass rolled under his chair as he gripped the armrests.
“This?” Emboldened by his response, she let her tongue swirl around the sensitive areola. It felt really sexy, especially when he made little groaning noises and shifted in the chair.
She sped up the caresses between her thighs, enjoying her power over him without even touching him. He murmured Spanish endearments to her. When she couldn’t stand the exquisite pressure anymore, she closed her eyes and let the memory of his burning golden gaze carry her to the peak of a blazing climax.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.” Rey’s smooth body sprawled decadently on the table, the golden lips of her lush pink sex spread wide open. Moisture trickled, pooling on the leather tabletop. He stood and yanked open his belt, sighing with relief as his aching cock sprang upward.
She looked at him through slumberous blue eyes. “Come here.”
He was already only a step away from her. He lifted her boneless body and balanced her on the sandals’ tiny heels. “Turn around.”
She rested her ass on the table. “I have something you need.”
“I know you do, baby.” He dipped his fingers into her melting flesh, her vagina pulsing with orgasmic aftershocks.
“Wait,” she panted, reaching under the band of her stocking. “This.” She pulled out a hidden condom.
“You planned to fuck me here, didn’t you?” He swelled even longer, a drop of moisture beading on the end of his cock. “Did you want me to take you in the bathroom and push deep inside you?” He moved his finger faster, her juices trickling onto his hand.
She nodded frantically, pushing her tight, hot body up and down his fingers.
“Or did you want to dance to a dark corner of the floor and get my cock inside you in front of everyone?”
Her knees weakened and he caught her around the waist.
“Turn around and spread your legs. Put your palms on the table.”
She widened her stance and sent a coy look over her shoulder. Her long, smooth back sparkled with tiny gold flecks in the intimate light, dipping in to her tiny waist and swelling into the luscious velvety halves of her bottom. Cuban women had nothing on Rey’s booty, he decided.
“Are you arresting me, Officer Flores?” She widened her eyes in mock surprise.
If only he could tell her how close to the truth she was. “You’re under arrest for speeding.”
“Speeding?” She leaned forward from the waist and pressed her full breasts against the tabletop, gasping as her nipples rubbed the leather.
“You made yourself come much too fast. As an officer of the law, I have an obligation to slow you down.”
“I’m sorry, Officer. It’s been so long since a man came inside me.” She was really getting into their sexual role-play.
“I’m going to have to frisk you, ma’am.” He moved behind her and palmed her breasts. She moaned and arched into him. “I got a report that you trapped a man between your tits and wouldn’t let him go.”
“Is he filing a complaint?” She gasped as he pinched her swollen nipples, still slick from where she had licked herself.
“His only complaint is that you haven’t done it again.” He released her breasts and skimmed past her rib cage to outside of her legs. He knelt and cupped her slender foot still encased in the sexy gold sandal. He slid his hands slowly up her leg, caressing her toned calf and firm thigh. He stopped at the band of skin above the stocking, his fingers teasing the warm, wet cleft between her legs. She tried to grind on him, but he moved his hands to her other leg and repeated the tantalizingly sensuous frisk.
“Marco, I need you!”
“There’s one place I haven’t checked yet.” He realized he still had the condom in his hand and ripped the packet open with his teeth. He smoothed it over his cock. The latex was still warm from her skin and it clung tightly to him. He almost climaxed as he pushed inside her, watching his shaft disappear between her plump buttocks and fill her pink sex. Gritting his teeth, he managed to say, “How long has it been?”
“Forever.” She tossed her glorious hair over her shoulders and pressed her palms against the tabletop.
“How long?” He pulled out of her.
“Marco!”
“That’s Officer Flores to you.” He nudged her opening with his tip. “Before we met, how long since a man’s cock had been inside you?”
She wiggled backward, but he denied her. “Seven months,” she admitted.
He immediately rewarded her with his shaft. “See? An easy question.”
“How long for you?” She moaned as he stopped moving inside her tight warmth.
“I’m the one asking the questions.” He leaned forward, his mouth only millimeters from her ear. “Have you ever let a man bend you over a table and fuck you?” He pulled out.
“No!” she moaned.
He pushed inside and withdrew, gritting his teeth as her tiny muscles threatened to squeeze him dry. “Did you ever kneel and press your tits together for another man’s cock?”
“No!” She was half sobbing with frustration, her hips tilting against him. “Oh, God, Marco, I can’t stand it!”
“I’ll let you get off with a warning.” He pounded inside her as sweat popped out on his brow and his balls pulled tight against his body. “This is for no one else, Rey. Just me.” His breath was ragged and fierce.
“Only you, Marco.” She muffled a scream as he reached around her luscious thigh and strummed her pulsing clit.
“Only you, Reina. Forever.” It was the first time he’d promised forever to a woman, but it was right and perfect.
“Forever,” she echoed on a breathy sigh. Then neither said anything as he increased his pace.
Her tight sheath contracted along his length. He circled her clit once more and pinched her nipples. She bucked against him and sobbed his name, her orgasm squeezing him until he came with a loud groan, pouring out his seed and his soul.
“
D
IOS MÍO
,
YOU SMELL
.” Chucho folded the switchblade and stuffed it in his pocket.
Nico tossed the cut yellow nylon rope on the ground. “You don’t exactly smell like orange blossoms, either,
hermano.
”
His younger brother brushed shredded lime peel off his pants. “We’re lucky those bouncers just tied us together and tossed us in the Dumpster.”
“
Sí,
they must not work for the boss,” Nico said, not even wanting to mention his name aloud. “His man inside DEA was just found in the Everglades with an extra smile in his neck.”
“Who was that guy anyway?”
“A computer analyst with a bad habit.” Nico lifted his empty pinky finger to his nose and made a sniffing motion. “He tracked Flores to Chicago in exchange for what? His own death.”
Chucho nodded, for once agreeing with him. “Maybe that blonde belongs to the short guy. He kept telling me to stay away from her.” Chucho grabbed his ribs where Tiny had kicked him several times.