Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES) (9 page)

     Aleesha’s entire body heated up from embarrassment when she saw what it was. She rushed to try and snatch it up, but he was too quick. He picked the vibrator up and raised an amused eyebrow as the words started tumbling out of her mouth.

     "I can explain. It’s not mine. Well, it is mine. Someone gave it to me tonight...as a gag…." Shifting his weight to one leg, Marcus continued to stand there grinning at her. "I mean, I haven't used it...not that I have a need to..." she stammered.
     "Is that right?" He asked moving towards her. "Well, we'll have to change that tonight then won't we?"
     Aleesha's eyes widened at his comment, clearly at a loss for words. Throwing the vibrator on the bed, he grabbed Aleesha and kissed her until they were both breathless. He kicked his shoes off while Aleesha impatiently unsnapped his pants. Barely breaking the kiss, they managed to pull his remaining clothes off until he stood completely naked.
     Her breath caught in her throat as she looked him up and down. "Did I say nice body? You’re gorgeous," she blurted out. Her eyes were glued to the part of his anatomy she had been dying to see since he did his show. "Wow." 
     His dick was long and thick and jutted proudly towards her begging for an introduction. "You can touch it if you want to," he told her in a hoarse voice.
     Aleesha needed no further urging. She curled her fingers around it and caught her breath at how smooth and rock hard it felt – almost like velvet steel. Marcus sharply inhaled when she slowly stroked it from the base to the head and used the generous amount of pre-cum flowing from the tip to lubricate the veined muscle.
     His hands were clenched tightly at his side. Groaning, he slightly rocked himself in and out of her grip as she moved her hand up and down. Her touch was light, yet firm, just the way he liked to be touched.
     Aleesha went to kneel in front of him, but he caught her by the shoulders to stop her. "Uh uh..."
     Her eyes showed her confusion. "You don't want me to...?"
     "Later. I don't think I could take it just now. I'm holding on by a thread as it is..."  
     "Oh. Ohhh…!" Aleesha exclaimed as   his meaning sunk in. "Definitely later," she smiled.
     “I think one of us has too many clothes on," he said in a sexy voice. 

     When he made quick work of removing her bra and panties, Aleesha giggled. “Haven't had much practice at that, have you?"

     He laughed at her sarcastic tone and gently pushed her back on the bed before stretching out beside her. Marcus’ lips closed around her nipple. His tongue swirled around it while squeezing the other with his fingertips and flicked his thumb over the pouting tip. Aleesha cried out when his lips kissed a pathway down to her stomach.
     "You're incredible, you know that?" he whispered.
     "Don't stop Marcus...please."

     He opened her legs and reached over to pick up the vibrator. A low, buzzing noise cut into the tense silence. When he touched the toy to her already aroused flesh and traced the outside of her entrance, Aleesha's hips shot up off the bed. 
     "Oh my God. Marcus that feels…" The rest of the sentence was lost in sounds of complete and utter ecstasy when the vibrator lightly glided over her clit. He didn’t let it linger too long or press down too hard - just enough to make her want more before easing up.

      “It feels how? Tell me…”
     "Marcusss...."
     "What's wrong baby?" He brought her to the brink of satisfaction then stopped.
     "Don’t tease me. I need…”
     "What? Tell me what you need, Aleesha. What you want…" he urged.
     "You know....."
     He brought her to pleasure’s door once again before pulling her back from the edge. "Yeah, I do....but I want you to tell me."
     "I want... I need..." Aleesha could barely form a coherent sentence. "Make me cum...," she managed to get out, but that wasn’t enough for Marcus.
     "How? With my fingers…? My mouth…? How do you want me to make you cum....?" He continued the sweet torture. "You are so got damned wet."
     "I want you to fuck me with it! Put it in me. Marcus, please!" Aleesha knew she was begging but she didn’t care. The only thing she was aware of right about now was that she’d never felt like this before, never been so free with anyone, and at this moment he had the power to make her explode.
     "Mmm, yes. That's all you had to say, baby..."
     He ended what had become torture for himself as well and pushed the vibrator slowly inside of her tight opening. As he moved it in and out, he leaned down and quickly flicked her clitoris with his tongue. Aleesha's hips undulated in a surging roll as he detonated her waiting orgasm. 
     "Babyyyy.....yes...!"

     Marcus’ tongue moved nonstop on her clit while he fucked her with the vibrator. Aleesha didn’t think she’d ever stop cumming. As the spasms slowed and her screams became a soft whimper, Marcus gently pulled the vibrator out but kept slurping the cream flowing from her until her body calmed.
     Kissing his way back up to her lips, he soothingly rubbed her hair. Reaching for one of the condoms he'd thrown on the end table by the bed, Marcus kneeled between her legs and sheathed his thick length as she watched. Delaying not a moment more, he slowly entered her awaiting treasure box. Halfway in, he paused when he saw Aleesha flinch. 
     "You okay?" Marcus asked, clenching his teeth from the effort it took to hold still.  
     "Yes. It’s just been a while, but don't stop. You feel so good..."
     Groaning at her words he went deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt. He fucked Aleesha slowly and precisely, circling his hips to make sure she had ultimate pleasure.
     "Your pussy fits around my dick like a glove. Damn! Snug…tight…so fuckin’ right, Leesh.”
     Aleesha was taken to an escalated level of arousal when she heard those words growled with a conviction that left no doubt Marcus meant every word. She worked her hips and met his searching thrusts with eager ones of her own. Aleesha's body was on fire. She had never, ever, been fucked like this in her life. Her hands slid down and grabbed the tight glutes of his ass. Nothing else mattered at this moment except for the here and now. 
     "You like this, don't you?" he asked as he went deeper, fucked her harder. "Tell me you like the way I’m fucking you right now..."
     "Mmm…! I love it baby. Please, please…don't stop."
     Reaching down and lifting her legs, he placed them over his shoulders. Aleesha screamed as he penetrated her even deeper and intensified her pleasure. Feeling her orgasm building, Aleesha met him stroke for stroke until she was where she wanted to be.
     "Oh baby, I'm cumming…! Oh…yes Amir."
     Unaware that she had called out her fiancé’s name, Aleesha didn't notice Marcus’ body stiffen. Once the waves of ecstasy passed, Aleesha opened her eyes and dreamily smiled. She reached up to kiss him, but he turned his head to the side to avoid her lips.
     Aleesha slowly lay back. "What‘s wrong?"
     Although still hard and throbbing for relief, Marcus pulled out of Aleesha. He sat up and pinned her with a cold stare. "What did you just call me?"

     Sitting up, a chill ran through Aleesha's body. Okay, what’s going on? "I...I called you Marcus," she said in a shaky voice.
     If possible, his eyes became even colder. "No. You didn’t. I assume Amir is your fiancée?" Aleesha's gasped as her hand flew up to cover her mouth as if to push the name back in.  "You just called me his name."
     "Marcus...I am so sorry," Aleesha whispered.
     Marcus laughed and struggled to hold on to his temper. Getting off the bed, he shook his head. Man, this is just what you deserve. She’s fucking engaged, for God’s sake. He continued to silently berate himself while slipping on his pants. Pushing his feet in his boots, he grabbed his shirt and walked towards the door.     Aleesha sat unmoving until she realized he was actually leaving. She jumped up out of the bed and ran behind him.
     "Marcus, wait." Aleesha pulled on his arm with both hands.
     "Wait for what? Aleesha, I can’t blame you for having the guy on your mind. After all, you are marrying him, right?" Just the fact that he was so pissed off made him even angrier. What right do you have to be mad, man? He silently shouted. Fuck it...
     Aleesha was rooted to the spot as he walked out of the bedroom, but a moment later, she caught up with him. If he wasn’t so furious, the picture she made would’ve been humorous because she reminded him of a Chihuahua throwing itself in front of a raging bull.
     "Please don't leave. Marcus, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking about Amir. Even though it doesn’t excuse what I did, please try to understand that I haven't been with anyone else in a long time. It was more habit than anything. I didn’t confuse the two of you. Not for one second."
     His face still a frozen mask, Marcus nodded. "Alright. I understand. Move."
     Desperate, Aleesha, "I could never mistake you for him because he never made me feel the way you just made me feel." There. She said what she’d been trying to avoid thinking about. 
     Looking down at her, Marcus told himself to walk out the door, but he couldn't. If he were being honest, he’d admit that he had never forgotten Aleesha and had lost count of the number of times he’d thought about trying to find her only to talk himself out of it and dismiss the idea. 

     Aleesha’s eyes searched his face and noticed that, although still wary, his expression seemed to be softening. Reaching up, she pulled his head down and stood on tiptoe to softly kiss his lips once, then twice until he kissed her back.
     "Stay," she whispered.

Chapter 11

          By now, the rest of the party had made their way to a hotel not far from the one where the ladies were staying. They were more than ready to continue their good times well into the night.

     The destination was a large penthouse-like club on the roof of the hotel. Once they spilled out of the elevator, to say the women were bedazzled and excited with what they saw would’ve been an understatement. The atmosphere inside was surreal. They’d never seen anything like this in their life!
     Club Nouveau was located outside which enabled the crowd to enjoy the bright lights of the city. The retractable roof was opened to provide a spectacular view of the stars while the floor was covered with shimmering glass tiles that changed color via a high tech computer lighting system. Large plasma screens hung on the walls playing videos while the crowd danced and had a good time. This place was truly unique and mind blowing.
     Darrell watched Jerra as she looked around, obviously impressed with the whole vibe. Club Nouveau was a very exclusive establishment. One had to know the right people to gain full access. Darrell hadn’t planned on going out tonight; the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. The club scene had gotten old with him quick, especially after he became part owner of not one, but three. Why would he want to spend a rare night away at yet another one? His intention had been to pick one of the women to come to the room he’d booked here at the hotel and screw her brains out.

     However, after Keith issued his challenge, Darrell made a call to a friend of his who managed and operated Club Nouveau to let him know he and a few guests were going to be stopping by. His friend had instantly made room in the VIP section and told Darrell to come whenever he was ready.
     Once they were seated, Keisha leaned over to Jerra and had to almost scream over the music to make herself heard. “Can you believe this place? It’s like something you see in the movies.”
     Jerra had to agree. When a waitress stopped at their table to take their order, Jerra asked for a club soda, but Keisha spoke over her and just as quickly cancelled the request. Ignoring Jerra’s pointed glare, she inquired about the specialty drinks and then ordered two of the ones the waitress recommended.

     When she left to fill their orders, Jerra gave Keisha a censuring look. “Don’t you think we’ve had enough to drink?”
     Keisha rolled her eyes and pretended not to hear her. Jerra was the ‘voice of reason’ in their little group, and as such could be so square at times. Once they’d all left college and started their careers, it was as if she’d forgotten how to relax and have fun. Well, Keisha was getting ready to remind her. The entire weekend had been fabulous and they were flying home tomorrow. Tonight, they were going to show Vegas how the ‘ATL’ got down!
     Darrell sat at the table sipping his drink and watching Jerra. After a while she seemed to loosen up a little, especially when her friend ordered her one of the strongest drinks Nouveau offered which aptly went by the name Leg Spreader. Because of the fruity taste, its potency was underestimated. The kick didn’t set in until later, but when it did, it was guaranteed to knock a person on their ass if not careful. After Darrell saw her take several healthy sips, he smiled to himself.

     Bingo.
     As she nodded her head to the music, Jerra felt Darrell watching her like a lithe, hungry panther that’d just gotten his prey in sight and was waiting for the exact moment to pounce. She tried to ignore him, but his steady gaze caused her skin to burn from awareness. Angry at her body’s betrayal, Jerra finally turned in her chair and looked at him. “Why are you staring at me? I’ve already told you I’m not interested in what you‘re offering.”
     Darrell raised an eyebrow and gave her a slight grin which made her grit her teeth in irritation. “What I’m offering? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I’ve said a word to you since we got here…have I?”
     “Then why do you keep looking at me?”
     “First of all, it’s a free country. I can look wherever or at whomever I choose. Secondly, if you hadn’t been looking at me then you wouldn’t have known I was watching you. Third, I haven’t “offered” you anything. You seem a little too tightly wound for my taste,” he drawled.

     Darrell had already figured out how to deal with Jerra. Some women required a gentle, coaxing touch. Strong women like Jerra were used to calling the shots, but what many of them really wanted was a man they couldn’t run roughshod over and who wouldn’t take any shit. If this was the case with Jerra, she needn’t look any further. She’d found him.
     Jerra raised her chin and locked eyes with Darrell. She wasn’t used to anyone, let alone a man, speaking to her in quite that tone - it almost turned her on. Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her legs and gave him her full attention.