Page 73 of The Spare
Yes, sir.
CHAPTER37
Marcus
Over the past five years, Sutton Industries became a behemoth. Due to this growth, I was expected at certain society events as a part of good business. I was often lucky enough to witness some of the greatest orchestras perform at the most distinguished concert halls around the world.
But no symphony was more heavenly than the one that came out of Sloan when she was moaning and, at times, screaming my name.
It was addicting; she was addicting. And I would do anything for that high.
Sloan was a firecracker. I don’t know why it surprised me. She was never shy about getting what she wanted in any other aspect of her life. Why would this be any different? Luckily for me, it wasn’t.
She was insatiable. We spent the weekend having sex on any object that would hold her inviting body. When I planned the weekend, I initially expected she’d want to go out during the day. I kept some things to do in the back of my mind. We didn’t need them.
Our chemistry was explosive, and it certainly translated to the bedroom. And the kitchen counter, the shower, the couch, and anywhere else I could pin, lay, or bend her over.
I smiled at the memory, gently caressing her skin with my thumb as she slept peacefully beside me. She was curled under my arm, with her head rested on my chest. It was early. I had awakened a while ago but wanted to give Sloan some time to rest.
My mind replayed the last twenty-four hours with tantalizing detail until a low moan stopped it. We hadn’t left the suite because everything turned into sex.
Like when she moaned in her sleep.
With great care, I turned her over on her back and laid a kiss on her neck.
She smiled. Looming over her, I continued until I heard a louder moan. “Mmmm.” Her eyes remained closed, but her smile grew. “More.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I got up and moved to the edge of the bed, then slowly pulled her to the edge as she began to wake. Getting down on my knees, I spread her legs apart and kissed my way up her inner thighs, moving closer to the wetness already pooling inside her.
When I finally made it to her entrance, I kissed it once. She let out a sharp inhale that quickly melted into a pleasure-filled sigh. “You like that?” I blew a puff of air across her clit. She arched up, and her breath hitched.
I smiled and blew a few more puffs of air. She arched again. Her hand raked through my hair and yanked at it. “Marcus.” Her voice was irritated with impatience. “Please.”
The weekend was filled with hurried, desperate passion. We were making up for lost time. But we had to leave later today, and I wanted to go slowly, savor every moan, and make her beg for more.
“I haven’t even touched you yet.”
She whimpered. I ran my hand up to her stomach and stroked her navel slowly; my fingers spread and caressed the soft skin. She groaned and pulled at my hair again.
I flattened my tongue and lapped across the smooth skin of her entrance, leaving a few teasing strokes below her clit. Her breath shallowed. I added more pressure with my tongue and slowly lapped it up and down.
“Marcus,” she panted. Her hips began to buck.
My thumb began stroking her clit, and my tongue finally plunged into her, tasting the forbidden sweetness of body. She gasped and shook beneath my touch.
Her hands moved from my hair to the mattress. She clawed into it frantically. “Please,” she begged again.
Hearingherbeg for me was heaven. It made it nearly impossible to deny her. I spread her wetness over a couple of fingers and plunged into her. I curled them up slightly to reach for that spot I already memorized. I felt it and pushed back and forth as I rolled my tongue across her clit. Her hips shifted against my fingers. “Oh...God.”
My hand pressed her down against the mattress when she writhed. Her moans filled the room, getting louder with each press inside of her. I groaned and continued, feeling her walls tighten against me. “Marcus,” she moaned, and shuddered violently. I continued until the shudders ceased, dragging her orgasm out as long as I could.
I got up and looked at her, panting; her eyes were glazed over. She lay there, legs spread wide, a goddess at my mercy. Her eyes met mine. “More,” she said between pants, coming down from the orgasm.
“That’s my girl.” I bent over and pressed my lips against hers. “What do you want, Sloan?”
“Fuck me.” Her eyes closed, and her breathing was still ragged. “Again.”
I quickly got off the bed and fisted my hard cock. Once I rolled on a condom, I returned to her, caging her body between my arms.
