Dirty Little Secrets (6 page)

Chapter Eleven

Marco’s lips crashed down on hers as her back slammed into the wall. He grabbed her arms and pressed them above her head. His kiss was greedy. Passionate.

Ava’s heart galloped.
What have I gotten myself into?

With his free hand, Marco grabbed her face in a forceful grip. His tongue licked her bottom lip. Ava felt like she’d been electrocuted. He held her firm. She could tell that he was used to being in control. And she didn’t like that. Her natural inclination was to show him who was boss. As she tried to move, Marco held her in place.

So that’s the way he wants to play it.
Ava bit down softly on his lip.

He growled, before taking a step back. His breathing was heavy as his eyes bored into hers.

She smiled. “Is there a problem?”

“You’re fighting me for control.”

“I was under the impression, that this weekend was all about you giving me what I want.”

“It is, but a woman like you is always in control. Why not relinquish that in the bedroom?” he asked. He pressed himself against her.

She could feel the firm evidence of his arousal. “And what do you know about a woman like me?”

“All of the women at Gina’s party are wealthy, successful, independent… Used to being in control. I assume you’re no different.”

“You got that right.”

“Well then?”

“Well what?”

“Are you going to answer the question? Or am I going too deep?” he pressed.

Ava reached out, allowing her fingers to trail across his bare chest. “I’ve never met a man who made me want to submit in the bedroom.”

His pink lips split into a grin. Without another word, Marco grabbed her and scooped her up into his arms.

Ava’s eyes stretched wide as he carried her down the short hallway that opened up into a small living room. She barely noticed it as he moved quickly down another small hallway that lead to a large master bedroom. She had never seen anything like this on a cruise ship.
The bed was set on a bronze wire frame. Intricate tangles of the frame showcased the creator’s artistic flair. Marco tossed her onto the bed.

“Hey,” Ava protested.

“Hush.”

He pulled her towards the end of the bed and knelt. She lay perfectly still as he dragged her dress up over her hips. Her black lace panties were now directly in his eyesight. His fingers caressed the wet spot her treacherous body had created on the material.

“I love a woman whose body knows what it wants.”

Ava didn’t say a word. He chuckled and then his thumbs grasped the top of her panties. Slowly, he eased them down, his eyes never leaving hers. Ava swallowed. Goosebumps rose on her arms. With amazing dexterity Marco removed the black lace without once catching it on the heels of her shoes.

Suddenly, shyness threatened to overwhelm her. She was lying on the bed, legs spread open letting a stranger have an up close and personal view of a place only her late husband had seen. She shuddered.

“Cold? Don’t worry. I’ll warm you right up.”

He smiled then. A full smile that showed his pearly white teeth, before he opened his mouth and showed her his tongue. She was sure he could see her shocked expression. Ava waited, trying to control the trembling that was threatening to seize her limbs.
He’s toying with me. He knows I’m nervous already and he’s just prolonging this.
He grinned as if he heard her thoughts and then with deliberate slowness he bent his head. Ava’s body tensed. Marco’s lips brushed across her wet nether lips. Again he did it, the softness of his lips teasing the bud between her legs that pulsed wantonly.

Then his lips were kissing her there. Slowly. Tenderly. Repeatedly. Ava grew wetter and then frustrated. His soft, featherlike kisses against her felt wonderful. Joseph had never bothered to try anything like this. But she wanted more.

“Please…”

Marco stopped and then looked up at her. Then he ran his tongue across her clit.

A moan escaped her lips, before she could censor her desire.

Marco did it again. He watched her. Unnerved, Ava closed her eyes. His tongue moved against her, licking over the bud that was sending waves of aching desire through her whole body. Her nipples were tight, as if someone had pinched them into hard points. She couldn’t contain her groan when Marco spread her open wider and began licking her from front to back. She was wet now. So wet. His tongue moved against the slickness of her. Ava grabbed his hair for an anchor and she began to move against him, rubbing herself against his moving tongue.

Marco’s hand tightened on her leg, pressing hard into her flesh, but Ava didn’t care. The friction of her grinding and his licking was setting her body on fire. She could feel it. The ember of desire that he’d stoked with his kiss rushing towards a full-fledged inferno. An orgasm. The forbidden friend she’d never been acquainted with as much as she’d liked, was finally about to make a much-needed appearance.

“Faster, Marco.”

Both of his hands squeezed her thighs as she rocked against him, faster and faster. Ava could feel the sweat breaking out on her forehead.
So close.
She moved with a fervor, the trickle of wetness running down her leg. And then it hit. Ava’s thighs shook and her back arched from the bed as the orgasm exploded between her legs, sending shockwaves all over her body. But Marco hadn’t stopped his ministrations. His mouth lapped at her with eager intent tasting everything her body had to offer. The waves of pleasure continued to roll and then slowly, it faded until Ava’s trembling body lay spent on the bed.

She released her grip on Marco’s hair and stared at him. He met her eyes and kissed her there again briefly before he rose from his knees. He loomed over her. She could see the faint moistness of her desire on his lips. He winked and then licked it away. Ava could feel the start of a new throbbing between her legs. She lay replete as Marco leaned down over her.

“Did you enjoy that?” Marco whispered.

“Yes.”

“I enjoyed it as well. And I think it is going to be a true privilege to service you this weekend.”

Marco’s lips met hers. His tongue forced its way inside her mouth and she could taste herself. She grabbed his face and kissed him harder, trying to pull him down on top of her. A knock at the door broke the spell. Ava let him go and sat up.

“Looks like our food is here. Don’t worry,
bella
. We have plenty of time,” Marco said.

With an unhurried stride, he left the bedroom. Ava’s hands shook as she pulled her dress down to cover her nakedness. The foreplay she’d just experienced with Marco would’ve sent her to her knees if she’d been standing up. She wondered if she could handle a whole weekend of this. She had no idea, but if what Marco had just done was a sample of his skills, then she was in for an orgasm-filled weekend. It was about damn time.

Chapter Twelve

Ava stared at the carts stretched out in front of them. She was ashamed to admit that where once those carts had been quite laden with food, there were now barely crumbs left. Apparently foreplay not only increased her appetite, but her companion’s as well.

He sat beside her in the small living room of their suite, unhurriedly eating a cupful of gelato. She watched him bring the spoon up to his mouth, sucking the sweet cream off it. She saw the hint of his tongue as he pulled the spoon from his lips. Her inner muscles clinched, remembering what he’d done to her with his tongue less than half an hour ago. A groan escaped her throat. Marco’s eyes found hers.

“Something wrong?” he asked before bringing the spoon back up to his lips.

She watched riveted as he licked the gelato from the spoon, before deciding to suck it clean. He was toying with her, and it was working. In her panty-less state she was well aware of the throbbing between her thighs. But he didn’t need to know that.
Pasting on a confident smile, Ava shook her head. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“I thought I heard you make a noise.”

“That was just me trying to stifle my inner fat kid. I’m stuffed.”

Marco chuckled. “You did enjoy everything, didn’t you?”

Ava raised a brow. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I just hope your appetite for me is just as healthy.”

Marco continued to eat his gelato, but Ava was done with food. Rising from her seat, she sashayed across the room to where he sat. Grabbing another spoonful of gelato, he looked up at her as she approached. His black eyes were unreadable. Before she lost her nerve, Ava placed her hands against the back of the chair he was sitting in and straddled his lap. His mouth curved into a smile. He put his cup and spoon on the end table beside him.

“So I’m guessing you don’t want me to leave?”

“I would think me being in your lap answers that question for you.”

Ava put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her tongue dove into his mouth, tasting the hint of chocolate gelato he’d just been eating. Marco’s lips moved against hers eagerly. One of his hands slid down her body to the hem of her dress. As he kissed her harder, he pulled the fabric of the dress above her waist. Ava’s body trembled as the coolness of the air hit her bare skin. Her body ached. She managed to hold back her scream as his finger caressed her slit.

“Wet for me again?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yes.”

Their kisses became more frenzied, even as he caressed her secret place with more languidness. She wanted him to touch it. To devote all his attention to it like he’d done before. She pressed herself against the hand that pleasured her. Just that brief contact had her panting against his mouth.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

She stopped her kisses and looked into his eyes. He wanted her to say it. To ask for what she wanted. Even as her mind recoiled at the thought of asking a man for anything, her body reminded her that it didn’t care.
Pleasure is pleasure, Ava. Just tell him what you want. There’s no shame in it.
She took a deep breath.

“Touch me down there.”

His hand moved between her legs. Slowly his thumb ran up and down her swollen bud of pleasure. “Like this?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she panted.

Her need grew stronger as he rubbed and caressed her. In desperation she pressed herself more fully into his hand.

“Tell me you like what I’m doing to you.”

Ava moaned. No. She wasn’t going to say it. No. Not on Marco’s life. His eyes turned hard.

“You’re not going to tell me you like it? Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Please don’t.”

Ava was close to tears. Her passion was rising. She wanted this. This orgasm that threatened to be just as powerful as the last one he’d given her.

“Then answer me. Do you like this? Do you want more of this?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Good. Then I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for.”

Before Ava could process his words, Marco was lifting her from his lap and laying her on the arm of the chair. Quickly he leaned over and took her into his mouth. Ava’s arousal crept from between her legs as the sounds of his suckling made her wetter and wetter. She clutched his head, pressing his face into her wet mound. As he feasted on her bud, Ava rocked against him.

She cried out. The force of the orgasm rocked her body, making her nearly fall off the arm of the sofa. She lay exhausted. Closing her eyes she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was threatening to leap from her chest if she didn’t get her breathing under control.

“Get it together, baby. We’re not done yet.”

Ava opened one eye to see Marco reaching for her. He grabbed her, forcing her to return to the position she was just in, straddling his waist. Only this time there was a new player in the game. His thick shaft stood up, strong and unbreakable
.
Quickly he put on a condom.

She felt weightless as he lifted and lowered her slowly onto the hard length of him. Inch by inch she slid over him. She felt her insides stretching to accommodate him. He was so much bigger than Joseph.

“Oh baby, you’re tight. So hot, tight and wet. I want all the way in you,” Marco groaned beneath her.

His fingers dug into her hips as he continued to ease her down on him. In a matter of seconds she was sitting completely on him.

“I’m almost afraid to move,” she admitted.

Marco gave her an easy smile. “I’ll give you a chance to adjust to me.” He pulled her forward and pressed his lips against her own. Her tongue rolled against his. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands slid from her waist, cupping her butt and lifting her before lowering her back down onto him. Ava broke the kiss and stared into his eyes behind the darkness of his mask.

“I know what you want,” she whispered.

“Show me.”

Leaning forward so that his eyes were on level with her chest, she moved up and down the length of him, almost completely sliding off. The friction felt so good.

“Fuck yeah,” Marco groaned.

He pressed his face into the swells of her chest. A sense of empowerment overtook Ava. He was at her mercy and it was time to show him who was boss. Grabbing his shoulders, she sat upright and began to grind against him, and then up and down over the hard length of him. Marco’s hands dug into her hips as he forced her to increase the pace. In tandem, their joined bodies moved in a frenzied manner, each seeking their own release.

Ava’s sides were starting to hurt where Marco clutched her so tightly but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but finding her release. Gripping his shoulders even tighter she rode him harder and harder until her release claimed her. Her body constricted around him, milking him for all he was worth. She collapsed against him, no longer able to hold herself upright.

Marco grabbed her and pumped into her so fast she feared falling off his lap and then he was groaning his release out loud. His hand freed her hips and fell weakly to his sides. They stayed together that way, their pants filling the silence of the room. Ava shook as she tried to manage sitting upright. She stared down at Marco. She could see the faintest sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes watched her.

“Not bad,” he said. “Not bad at all.”

“Not bad. Do you know how long it’s been since I—” Ava caught herself. There was no reason to tell this man all of her business. He was a stranger. A stranger with a really big cock.

“It’s been a long time since you were with someone. I know. I can tell.”

“Then perhaps you could refrain from making comments like that,” Ava snapped.

“I was only teasing you. Didn’t want to boost your head by telling you that just might be the best I’ve ever had,” Marco said.

He hoisted Ava into his arms and walked down the hallway to the bedroom.
Once there, he sat her on the bed and removed her shoes and dress. Then he turned back the covers and tucked her into bed naked.

“Stay,” she said.

“I intend to.”

Ava lay back and watched Marco as he undressed. She bit her lip when he stood before her nude, except for the mask. She was almost tempted to tell him to take it off. Almost. But no, she enjoyed the anonymity the masks offered them both.

But his body… Broad shoulders, muscled chest, tight abs. The man had been made to pleasure a woman. She turned back the covers inviting him into bed with her. The bed dipped beneath his weight as he climbed in next to her. Unable to help herself, she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. She could feel her wetness still on him. He said nothing. He simply lay there, arms above his head, letting her have her way. Soon it happened. He rose in her hand, hard and thick. Without a word, Marco rolled on top of her and thrust inside. Ava’s legs wrapped around him, eager to have him once again.