The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(29)
Like a man born to recklessly take what pleasures life offered him, Marcos ran a thumb down her folds, forcing her to open for him. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitance or insecurity in him, not with this, not stripped bare and staring at her like he wanted to remember all this as badly as she did. Then he bent his head over her, and she watched, mesmerized by the sheer boldness in him as he sucked on her clit as if he owned it.
The pleasure was blinding. She couldn’t help but close her eyes against it. Her fingers tightened in his hair of their own accord, and for just a moment, she was worried it was too much. Then he pushed one finger into her, doubling the surge of bliss, and she couldn’t fight it anyway.
She didn’t want to.
She cried out his name when his touch curved upward, hitting something inside her that made the feel of his tongue against her clit that much more potent. Grayson had never done it like that, forcing her to feel everything at once. It was overwhelming, but she let herself sink into the rapture of it simply because she had no idea how to stop herself.
“God!” Her legs were shaking as the coil of pleasure tightened too fast to control. She knew it was too soon, but she couldn’t stop it now. Katie pitched beneath Marcos, pulling his hair and opening wide to the onslaught when the ecstasy slammed into her embarrassingly fast. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
The apologies burst out of her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Katie’s entire body quivered from it. Her * clenched to the hard, fast rhythm of release, and he rubbed against that soft spot over and over in response to the unspoken plea.
She squeezed her eyes shut tighter when she felt herself coming again and tried to ride out the second climax as quietly as possible. She bit her lip, choking on her cries, but she knew her body was betraying her completely. Marcos could feel how strong it was, inside and out.
It hadn’t even fully waned before she became far too sensitive for his mouth, and she tugged at his hair. He surprised her by pulling away, but he was still stroking her with his fingers. Somewhere along the way, he had worked a second one in, and it felt amazing.
Marcos was over her now, watching her as f*cked her with his fingers. It dragged out her second release for what felt like forever, making her bite her lip harder.
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—f*ck.”
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.”