Page 28 of A Secret Escape
Her hands find my thighs, and her skin is hot, and so soft. I can only stare at her, my breath catching in my throat as she leans forward, pressing her lips to the skin just above the waistband of my briefs.
Fucking hell. In all my fantasies, I’d never imagined her taking control the way she is now. I imagined her being soft and sweet, gentle and innocent, but the sight of her on her fucking knees in front of me is making me crave her even more.
She looks up, her eyes meeting mine as my fingers close into a fist around her hair. She smiles, teasing the waistband of my briefs for a moment before her hand skims over my cock through the cottony fabric, and my whole body trembles.
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Lila
I tuck my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down with a wriggle, and – Holy. Fucking. God.
His cock springs forward, free from its constraint, and it’s fucking huge.
My eyes are glued to it, like a moth to a flame.
I run my fingertips down it, the sound of his moan making my pulse skyrocket.
The tip is wet with pre-cum and it looks so fucking good, I’m practically salivating with the need to taste it.
I wrap my hand tightly around him, running my other hand down to cup his balls, and he falls back on the bed with a groan, his legs twitching. I lean in and the masculine scent of him sends a wet heat pooling between my thighs.
My tongue licks the tip of his cock, the pre-cum tart and sweet. His entire body twitches on the bed, and I grin. This is better than every fantasy I’ve ever fucking had.
Positioning myself higher up on my knees to adjust for the angle, I wrap my mouth around him, taking him as deep into my throat as I possibly can, and a sound that can only be described as a growl fills the room.
The taste of him is fucking delicious, and the feel of him in my mouth is beyond anything I could have hoped for. His cock is hot, thick and angry, and my inner walls clench tight with a desperate need to feel it slide into me.
It can barely have been thirty seconds when I feel him start to throb. Keeping my mouth firmly on him, I press my hand harder against his balls, pushing him closer to the edge. Everything about this man is fucking incredible, and I want to make him feel incredible .
With a loud roar that echoes around the room, Marcus arches his back up off the bed and thrusts his hips up, pushing deeper against the back of my throat as he comes with several powerful thrusts.
I silently thank God for not giving me much of a gag reflex, and my lips widen into a grin as the taste of his orgasm fills my mouth.
I savour the sensation of it, the combination of salty, sweet and bitter, swirling my tongue around him a few times before swallowing, determined to satisfy him the best I can.
I loosen my jaw, releasing him from my grip, and lick the remnants off my lips before licking the length of his cock from his base up to the tip, relishing the satisfaction of the shiver that runs through him with a groan.
I can see the tension leaving his body, feel the muscles in his legs relaxing under my arms.
With one final kiss to his glorious cock, I climb up on the bed and lay down next to him.
“Holy fuck,” he growls through gritted teeth, turning to me and grabbing my waist as he pulls me into a passionate kiss.
My heart soars as his tongue explores my mouth, his hands gripping my hair like he never wants to let go.
For a split second, a memory flashes in my mind – sharp and bitter – of a boy I dated in high school.
The only other time I had ever let a guy come in my mouth.
He told me that was what all the girls did, and I believed him.
Afterwards, he refused to kiss me again until I’d brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash.
I remember the way he looked at me – smug and cold. Like he’d taken something.
But not Marcus .
He kisses me like he means it. Like he wants all of me. No shame. No hesitation.
I look at him and realise – this is the difference between being with a boy and a man, and God, it’s better than I ever could have imagined.
I barely have time to regain my breath before he’s rolling me over and climbing on top of me, straddling me with both legs as he hovers above me for a moment, his eyes gazing into mine, and then his mouth is on my neck.
My back arches off the bed, and I gasp as he suddenly jumps off the end of the bed, grabbing my thighs and yanking me to the edge of the mattress so that my upper thighs are resting on his forearms.
My heart rate ratches up a notch as I prop myself up on my elbows to watch his face, his eyes dark and burning with desire.
His hands slide up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my dress up as he goes. His fingers hook around the straps of my thong, sliding it down and off my legs as he lifts them gently into the air, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my ankle - a gesture that feels both intimate and possessive.
Cold air brushes against my exposed skin, a delicious contrast to the heat that’s been building between my legs. My core tightens, every nerve ending coiled tight with anticipation.
Then, it’s there, his hand skimming across my entrance as my leg instinctively falls to the side, my body begging to feel him.
Ever so slowly, he slides one finger inside me, and I bite my lip at the most incredible shiver that starts from his hand and rolls through me, escaping my mouth in a moan.
He adds a second finger and my hands close into fists around the duvet, my breath catching in my throat .
I close my eyes and I swear, stars fucking explode behind them as he curls his fingers just right, pressing into a spot so deep and devastatingly perfect, it sends waves of pleasure rippling through my entire body.
And then – it’s gone.
His hand disappears, leaving me empty and aching. A desperate whimper escapes me as my head jerks up, about to ask why the fuck he’s stopped, only to catch his eyes as he shifts, lifting my leg to rest on his shoulder.
He leans in and his tongue flicks across my clit, and my body jolts in pure, helpless reaction.
He wraps his arm around my leg, anchoring me to him.
“Lay back, sweetheart,” he murmurs – and holy fuck, I do exactly as I’m told.
He takes his time, his tongue teasing and relentless, drawing tight circles and light flicks across the most sensitive part of my body, every movement sending me into spasms. It’s all too much and nowhere near enough all at once.
I push my hips upward, seeking more of him, chasing every flick of pleasure – and the laugh that escapes him might just be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life - until he speaks.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says in that gravelly low voice that drives me crazy. “Think you can handle more?”
“Yes,” I moan, breathless. “Please.”
“Good girl,” he growls.
Then his mouth is back on me, his tongue stroking slowly up my entrance as his fingers slide into me, and I’m completely and utterly undone – lost to the overwhelming, consuming pleasure that crashes over me in waves .
My body feels as though it’s on fire, my insides screaming, the sensations of heat and moisture so overpowering that I feel as though I’m being lifted into the air.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely a whimper. “Please, Marcus.”
He laughs, that delicious, soft laugh, and slips a third finger inside me, while also picking up the speed of his tongue with quick licks and gentle pulls, and the sensation is everything.
I fucking shatter, an explosion surging through me, convulsing every muscle in my body, a volcano erupting as I scream out in pure fucking ecstasy, my back and hips lifting off the bed.
Muscle spasms travel up from my core, through my shoulders and down my arms as I gasp for air, and the pressure of his mouth doesn’t ease off for a second, sending a second series of spasms through me just as the first have passed.
His fingers press against that spot inside of me, a spot that I didn’t even know existed until today, coursing pleasure through me like I’ve never fucking felt before, the force of his movements practically lifting me off the bed.
My insides tighten again, just as they had done mere seconds ago, and a second eruption follows, just as powerful as the first, and I feel tears roll down the sides of my face, because holy fucking hell, what is this feeling?
My body isn’t here. It’s floating up above the room, on a blanket of clouds, light as a feather, and not a fucking thing matters except the feel of his tongue, hot and soft and so fucking wet.
Finally, his licks start to slow as firm pressure alternates with soft caresses, slowly teasing me as I let out a final gasp, floating back down onto the mattress, my fists unclenching the duvet.
With one final kiss sending another shiver through me, he slips his fingers out of me, and I instantly mourn the loss .
He climbs up onto the bed, pulling me up with him as he collapses beside me.
A moment later, he rolls onto his side and rests his hand gently on my breast as I lay there, trying to catch my breath.
Turning my head to look at him, I suddenly burst out in a laugh at the absurdity of emotions circling in my mind.
“You’re something else, you know that?” I say, turning onto my side to face him as he props his head up on his arm, his muscles flexing in a way that makes my insides tighten all over again.
“Oh yea?” he asks seductively, leaning in to give me a kiss.
I close my eyes, enjoying the taste of my own orgasm on his lips, the scent filling my head with a light-headed air. It feels so dirty and kinky, and I fucking love it.
“Yea,” I whisper as he softly pulls away.
“So are you,” he says, smiling.
I drop my head down to hide my face in the duvet, but his hand moves across me, slowly gliding across my back, running down from my shoulders to my waist. Every moment that he’s touching me is pure bliss.
I open my eyes, taking in the sight of his naked body. His muscle definition is unreal and his golden skin stretches perfectly across his chest, down his abs, to that incredible cock. He looks like a fucking statue.
And he’s mine. Even if only for tonight.
I rest my hand against his chest and let out a deep breath.
Several long moments pass as we lay on the bed together, our hands softly wandering with gentle caresses and grazes of fingertips on skin.
“We should get dressed,” he says eventually, disappointment piercing every word .
I nod as Marcus leans in and gives me a soft kiss, our lips lingering, not wanting to part.
He pulls back and sits up on the bed.
A smile creeps across my face as he stands up, my eyes glued to his perfect arse. I don’t even want to blink as I try to burn the image of his naked body into my brain.
He pulls on a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs, and slips into a pair of thick black joggers that hang snugly around his waist, casting a soft shape over his cock. What is it about men in sweatpants?
My eyes trace the ripple of every muscle in his torso as he pulls a white hoodie over it, large lettering across it that reads “Los Angeles”.
The sight of him in his casual clothes warms my soul, making me feel safe and peaceful.
He glances at me, reaching his arm up to scratch the back of his head.
How is it that he makes the simplest of moves look so fucking sexy?
“Right, so, I don’t actually have any women’s clothes,” he says with a slight laugh.
I smile and slide off the bed, coming to stand in front of his wardrobe with him.
It’s so neat and organised, with work shirts, suit jackets and trousers all hung up neatly, and a stack of hoodies folded neatly on the shelf below.
I reach in and grab a grey hoodie, plain aside from a little detail of a sun at the top left shoulder.
He smiles. “You can wear that if you want.”
I drop the hoodie on the bed and turn away from him, lifting my arm to move the hair off my back. “Can you unzip me?”
Warmth heats my back as he steps towards me, his lips caressing my neck as he pulls the zipper down.
Feeling the fabric loosen, I turn back to face him, holding the dress up for a moment before letting it drop to the floor .
His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he takes me in, running his hand from my shoulder, down my arm and across to my waist.
“You are so beautiful.” His eyes linger on my breasts for a long moment before coming back up to meet my eyes.
My legs threaten to give out from underneath me at any moment, my insides feeling like molten lava pooling at my core. I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing up against him as I snuggle my face into his warm hoodie. His hands feel hot against my skin as they glide along my back.
We stand in the embrace for several moments, neither wanting to pull away.
Marcus buries his face in my hair, breathing me in deeply as I try to memorise the scent of his clothes.
It’s different from his cologne, which smells of sandalwood and nutmeg.
The smell of his clothes is rustic, with hints of wood, sweat, and something else I can’t identify, but it makes me feel safe and warm.
Finally, he lifts his head, a slow sigh escaping into the quiet air. “Coffee?” he asks, his smile gentle and soft, making my heart ache. I wipe away a tear that had welled up in the corner of my eye, a hurricane of emotions swirling like a storm inside me.
Two years of fantasising about him. Being on a high that lasts all day every time I bump into him in the coffee shop.
The excitement of seeing him at Sapphire.
The rush I felt when I kissed him. The incredible feeling when he asked me out.
The nervous excitement all week leading up to tonight.
The electric shock I felt when his lips met mine again.
And the indescribable release he just gave me. Twice.
And now, slowly, the reappearance of fear that starts to creep back in, tightening in my chest, then sinking to the pit of my stomach as the burning image of the eyes grows brighter in my mind .
I take a deep breath, a wave of cold air chilling my skin as I step back from Marcus’s warmth.
I reach for the grey hoodie and pull it over my head, instantly feeling enveloped in a warm hug as Marcus’s scent wraps around me and the soft fabric cuddles my skin.
“I love this,” I smile, wrapping my arms around myself to hug it close.
“It suits you.” He pulls a set of black joggers from his wardrobe similar to the ones he’s wearing. “Try these, hopefully they should be alright.”
I lean against the bed, sliding my legs into them. The waistband is loose but I fold it over twice and it rests comfortably on my hips. The bottoms drag on the floor, but they are warm and snug. “Just right.”