NeedMe (6 page)

“Oh, don’t think I—” She broke off, gasping when Cale shoved
her legs toward her chest and started hammering deep.

Tony pressed his cock harder against her lips, determined to
give her a fantasy she wouldn’t forget. His Marcia got a thrill from a side of
submission just as she did from the occasional round of dominance. “Suck me,”
he demanded, pivoting his hips until she took him all the way in.

He wanted to feel every one of her cries around his stiff
flesh and she didn’t disappoint. The first whimper vibrated over the head of
his cock followed by a burst of pleasure that made his balls ache. Her body
started to thrash against the sheets but she didn’t stop sucking him. Each one
of her moans moved through his groin up and up his spine, setting off little
sizzling sparks all along the way.

“Fuck!” Cale’s sudden euphoric grunt cut through their
unsteady breaths. Tony turned his head just in time to watch his friend’s eyes
drop to half-mast, his strokes already out of control. “She’s fucking amazing,”
Cale managed, his voice about three octaves lower than usual.

“You like that pussy?” Tony asked for Marcia’s benefit—and
his own, since she was now working his cock with long, wet pulls.

“Oh hell yeah. She’s heaven.” Apparently she squeezed around
Cale’s cock, because he let loose with another string of expletives. “Jesus.
She could crush a coconut.”

Tony snorted out a laugh, knowing exactly what he meant. And
hearing his friend describe his girl’s snug cunt only increased his longing to
get back inside her. Bare, like he’d been earlier. Just them, flesh-on-flesh.

Marcia sighed when Tony reached down to thumb her clit. Ah
yeah, she’d be going off in a heartbeat. He circled faster. She was so swollen,
so wet.

So unspeakably arousing.

He grimaced when Cale surged way deep, since that put his
best friend’s cock in close proximity with his hand. What he did for true love.
Then Marcia reached up to roll Tony’s sensitized sac between her fingers and
the array of sparklers that went off behind his closed lids made up for
anything that skirted over his comfort zone.

“Sweetheart, you…” Tony took a breath and opened his eyes.
“Gonna swallow?”

She nodded vigorously. Damn good thing. He’d be coming soon.
So soon he didn’t know if he’d outlast his balls-of-steel best friend. But he
couldn’t get annoyed at his current lack of control. Or maybe ever again. Not
while her silky, sexy mouth was savoring every inch of him as if she’d never
given him head before.

Wench. Vixen. Goddess. He’d probably call her all three
before the night was through.

Just when Tony was sure no amount of times tables recited in
his head would help him stave off the insistent pressure building in his balls,
Cale slammed into her so hard that even Tony winced. Not Marcia. Her face
contorted in utter bliss as Cale came in hard spasms that racked his body. Tony
yanked his hand back just before his friend fell forward on top of Marsh.

After a moment, Cale rolled to the side. “Fuck, Blondie,
you’re so goddamn hot.”

She smiled around Tony’s cock and kept working her lover
like a pro. Sweet suction like hers was something a man could never forget. And
from the flush of arousal darkening her cheeks, she took as much pleasure from
the act as she gave.

While his frantic breathing slowed, Cale watched them. He
reached up to smooth the damp blonde curls away from her face, holding her hair
back so she could lean up to deep throat Tony like the devious angel she was.

“Fucking hell,” Tony stroked her clit and hoped his fingers
weren’t as clumsy as they felt. “Right there. Dammit. Marsh.” Then she
swallowed the head and it was over. “Hell yeah, baby,” he groaned, pushing his
way into her throat until she quivered beneath him.

He couldn’t hold back the hot flood of his orgasm or his
need to shove his fingers into all that tight, drenched warmth between her
legs. They came together, or else she put on a good show, clasping his fingers
deep inside while his cock pulsed out the last of his release. So sexy. He
wanted to lick up every drop of juice that soaked into the sheets before he
made her lose her mind all over again.

“Such a delicious cock you have. It’s all mine, isn’t it?”
His nod drained him of the last of his strength. She laughed, sounding as light
and free as a summer day. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” She gave him a
leisurely bath with her lips and tongue before nudging Cale over so Tony had
room to collapse beside them.

There weren’t words. What could they say? So much more than
sex had transpired tonight and trying to give voice to it would be like trying
to capture a candle flame in a closed fist. Explaining or analyzing it would
only snuff out the fire quicker.

Or burn someone.

Tony closed his eyes, unable to resist the heavy weight of
sleep. He felt too damn good. Comfortable. Happy.

Marcia shifted beside him and he cracked open an eyelid as
she peered down at her belly then at him. “
Hot
? That’s the note you
wrote?”

He chuckled and tucked her against him. “Pretty much sums it
up, don’t you think?”

“Yes.” Though Tony had been sure he’d passed out, Cale
roused enough to answer in the affirmative. “Now fucking go to sleep.”

Laughing, Marcia cuddled into Tony’s chest while he reached
over to flick out the light. “Nap,” she whispered, licking Tony’s nipple. “No
one’s sleeping through my fantasy.”

“Nap,” Tony agreed, wondering what his vixen had in mind for
them next.

He couldn’t wait to find out.

Chapter Six

Marcia flicked her tongue against hard flesh and sighed.
What a way to wake up.

“You’re incredible,” Cale whispered, drawing her into the
welcoming shelter of his arms. “What’s next, Blondie?”

“Hmm, choices, choices.” She snuggled against him and
delighted in the wonderful turn her life had taken. They’d given her so much
tonight, not the least of which was multiple orgasms. Realizing she didn’t feel
Tony’s solid warmth behind her, she glanced over her shoulder. It was still
full dark outside. “Where’s Tony?”

“Went to go get some greasy food from that diner down the
block.” Cale chuckled and buried his nose in her hair. “Apparently someone he
knows and loves always likes a hearty meal after sex.”

Some part of her brain dinged a warning.
Loves?
Really? As much as she wanted to prod Cale for information, she tamped down on
the urge. He probably didn’t mean anything by what he’d said anyway. “Mama
Rosa’s has the best four-cheese and mushroom omelets you’ve ever had. Add some
home fries smothered in ketchup and mmm.”

He laughed and reached down to rub her ass. “I’m so glad you
don’t do that usual female thing and pretend you only like salad.”

“I did for a long time. Thirty-eight years plus, in fact.”
She shrugged and rolled on her back. “Then I left the Nook and said what the
hell. Why not eat two rolls with dinner if I wanted them? Why not skip a
punishing run to walk through the park and check out the flowers?”

“Life’s too short.”

“It really is. I guess in some ways I took it too far
because I still don’t have a job and I’ve had to buy bigger clothes. But you
know what? I’m closer to happy than I’ve ever been. I used to hate my body.”
She sighed and stared at the ceiling. Poor Cale probably regretted commenting
on her lust for food. “Even when I was a size two, it wasn’t good enough.
I
wasn’t good enough.”

“You’re beautiful. You always have been. The first time I
saw you…” He whistled and she grinned. “Shit, the things I wanted to do with
you are probably illegal in twenty states.”

“So why didn’t you make a move? Tony and I weren’t seeing
each other yet.”

Shortly thereafter, however, they had been. A trip to the
Nook’s storeroom to unearth some books had led to Tony offering to give her some
help. About ten minutes after that he’d helped her to the fastest orgasm she’d
ever had. The guy had talents that any woman would be lucky to experience.

For weeks, they’d met every few days in that storeroom. Half
his allure had been that he’d been so young, and hot, and
Italian
.
Italian men just did it for her. Christ, those dark eyes of his could do her in
all on their own. The other half had been how damn sweet he was. He had his
foibles like anyone but he always brought his mom flowers and totally got why
women needed chocolate during certain times of the month.

Even so, at that point she hadn’t considered actually dating
him. A woman in her upper thirties with a guy in his twenties was a cliché
waiting to happen. She didn’t want a bagel boy like some of the older female
celebrities. What she wanted was a real man and a real relationship that
included more than sex. Someone she could just hang out and laugh with, discuss
current events and anything else.

At first she’d been sure Tony could fill only one role in
her life. Sexually, he was golden. Then he’d asked her out—to a picnic in the
park while the symphony was playing—and told her all about his degree in art
history and how he adored working in a bookstore and couldn’t snap up enough of
their latest non-fiction releases. Granted, they’d ended the night in his bed,
after getting there via a few heated stops in the hallway, but she’d soon
realized he had a lot more going for him than being good in the sack. It had
taken them a while to get it right but lately things had been wonderful between
them.

He trusted her enough to let her sleep with his best friend,
for God’s sake. Falling for him had been a slow process, but she’d tumbled
deep. And hard. Was still falling, actually.

Cale slid his hand up and down her arm, reminding her he
still hadn’t answered her question. “Sore subject?” she asked.

“No.” He flicked his gaze up to hers. “I might’ve, if you
hadn’t been Spence’s sister.”

“I didn’t know you knew that then. We kept it quiet around
the store.”

“He told me. Think it slipped out accidentally one day but I
picked up on the secrecy and didn’t say anything to anyone.” He tweaked her
nipple and grinned. “As much as I wanted to ask why you were incognito, I let
it lie.”

“Long story.”

“About?”

She tipped her chin toward the ceiling and considered how
much she should tell him. He’d been inside her body. Shouldn’t that give him
more access to the rest of her too? Regardless, she wouldn’t violate her
brother’s privacy. “Something happened a few years ago, with Diana. Let’s just
say it taught me the value of using my married name.”

“Oh, the evil Diana. All roads lead back to her.”

His amused tone made her mouth twist. “You don’t know her.”

“I do know she’s got one hell of a rack.” He laughed at
Marcia’s squint. “No, I don’t know her. Since I’ve been working early mornings,
I hardly ever even see her. We’ve spoken, what, maybe two times in the past
year?” He shrugged. “She signs my checks. Good enough for me.”

“You do know it’s tacky to comment on another woman’s
cleavage while you’re in bed with me, right?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you mentioned how much you love Tony’s
cock. I’d rather not hear all the nitty-gritty details but the sentiment
wouldn’t bother me.”

The guy had a point. They weren’t an item, just enjoying
each other for a night. Still she tried not to feel jealous, especially when
she knew two things without doubt. Her own rack was pretty damn impressive and
he wasn’t lying about Diana’s. Plus Cale was a male and breasts were a known
weak spot.

He also didn’t have a clue what he was talking about when it
came to Diana Serpent Sinclair.

“There’s a lot more to her than meets the eye,” she said
quietly.

“Isn’t there with most people? Doesn’t mean she’s a bad
person. What makes a person bad anyway?” He skated his hand down her stomach,
though he knew she wasn’t seeing her. His gaze was too distant.

Clearly the quality of Diana’s rack wasn’t all that
important. Not when Cale obviously had much deeper concerns on his mind. “So
why did Spencer being my brother matter that much?”

He shrugged. “I told you I owed him. That included not
hitting on his sister.”

“His sister might’ve liked it,” she teased, squeezing his
biceps.

“Yeah, but you were meant for Tony. He deserves someone like
you.”

“You really think so?” Hearing the grittiness in her voice,
she cleared her throat. It wasn’t often someone acted as if
she
could be
good for someone. She’d spent most of her life cast as the wanton bad girl and
she hadn’t minded. Bad girls did have more fun. But she also didn’t mind Cale
thinking she might be a positive influence in Tony’s life. That was kind of
amazing. “I…jeez, I don’t know what to say. Except thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Anytime you need to hear exactly how
wonderful you are, trust Tony and me to tell it to you straight. We’re your
biggest fans. Biggest cheerleaders. Biggest—”

She reached down and stroked his hardening length. “As you
were saying?”

“Think we’ve said enough for the time being.” He kissed her
lightly. “So I’m curious. Where’s that candy stash of yours?”

“Nice topic change.”

“Don’t you want to share your sweets with me?”

“Already did, remember? Just like the typical man, you’re
always greedy.”

He palmed her breasts and bent to rasp his stubble over the
soft, sensitive flesh. “Hell yeah.”

At the sudden trickle between her thighs, she grinned. “No
wonder I like you.” She tugged out the top drawer of the nightstand and waved
her hand over the contents. “Behold the nightstand o’ pleasure. Full of two of
my favorite things. Sex toys and junk food.”

He laughed and leaned closer to turn on the light. “Whatcha
got in there?”

“Several very important items.” She drew out a lidded box
and flipped the top to reveal an assortment of sex toys and lube in various
flavors. “This is old faithful,” she said, indicating a curved purple vibrator
with added G-spot stimulation. “It’s my favorite. Takes very little effort to
get the job done.” She showed him a thick dildo with a clit tickler. “This one
requires much more time and lube. And this one, well, this one’s made for two,
though I’ll admit occasionally I’ve used it solo.”

“You’ve used a cock ring solo?” he asked, picking up the
flexible blue ring studded with little nubs.

She didn’t miss the breathlessness of his question. Or the
way his cock twitched. “It’s malleable. Believe me, it’s multi-purpose.”

“Like?”

“Maybe sometime I’ll show you.” She bit her lip, realizing
what she’d said. There wasn’t a sometime other than right now. All they had was
tonight. This wasn’t an open-ended arrangement.

Cale didn’t seem to notice her preoccupation. “So where’s
the rest?”

“Ah, the really secret stash.” She opened the second drawer
and withdrew a smaller box.

“Holy shit, look at the candy.”

“I have a sweet tooth,” she said with a shrug. “So does
Spence. Our mother fed us nothing but sprouts and green things growing up so we
went wild once we were on our own. Adam’s the opposite. He thinks adding whey
to his protein shake constitutes going crazy.”

“You forget I went to high school with Adam. I witnessed his
weenie ways personally. He actually used to bring a veggie burger to lunch.
With 1% milk. And freaking carrots in a little baggie.” Cale shook his head,
laughing. “Usually linebackers don’t eat like ballet dancers.”

Marcia had to grin at the mention of her baby brother. Since
he’d moved to Florida, she really missed the jerk. Luckily Kel and Spence
needed a lot of help at their store and Adam had been spending more time than
usual in town lately. “That’s our Adam. More worried about his fat intake than
a woman.”

“Eh, it paid off for him. All those sports scholarships ’til
he chucked it all to sell real estate in the Keys. Tough frigging life.” Cale
stuck his hand in the box. “Candy necklaces? Shit, I haven’t seen these since I
was little.” He immediately ripped open the plastic and started chewing off the
miniscule circles.

“I also have an assortment of gummy creatures.” She held up
a cellophane-wrapped spider and a bag of tiny bears. “For those late-night
emergencies.”

“You’ve covered all contingencies,” he agreed, chewing
thoughtfully.

“I have.” She closed the box and set it back in the drawer.
“I don’t usually show my lovers my secret stash but you and Tony are
exceptions.”

“Thank you. I’ll always treasure your trust in me.” His
sober tone made her laugh until he reached over to grab the pink highlighter.

Uh oh.

“Don’t even,” she warned. “I’ve already got one word on my
belly to scrub off.”

“This’ll be three words. Short ones. A chapter title for you
to use.” He ate more candy and stared openly at her cleavage. Then he drew her
closer and started to write, one word on each breast and one in the valley
between. “Don’t read it yet,” he said as the wet strokes of the marker skidded
over her skin.

The movement of the marker shouldn’t feel good. It was a
highlighter, for Pete’s sake. But she was pretty sure he could do just about
anything to her and she’d have a damn fine time.

“Now,” he said, capping the highlighter and setting it
aside. “Time for the demonstration portion of this particular chapter.”

He pulled the necklace out of the wrapper and wound it
around an eager nipple, bending his head to nip at the candy. “Whatever you
have in mind…oh.
Oh.
Cale.”

“Almost tastes as good as you.” He sucked her flesh while
trying to work the candy off the string. She moaned and cupped his head in her
hands to hold him in place. “Love your body. Damn, do I love it.”

“Thank you.” The small sugary beads rubbed over her areola
and she gasped. “I, uh, like yours too.”

“Like?” He grabbed one of her hands and tugged it to his
cock. Then he resumed teasing her, twirling his tongue all over her achy breast
while he pulled on the string. “Why don’t you prove it?”

She knew she was on the verge of whimpering and so didn’t
care. Her breasts were her most sensitive part. A strong pair of lips sucking
on them could make her come. But when that strong pair of lips came with
candy-covered string and a huge hard-on? The climax possibilities climbed
exponentially. “Suck harder.”

“Gladly.”

He drew her farther into his mouth while she tried to run
her hand over him in a semi-pleasant fashion. But her hand wasn’t steady, and
oh my God, he had some suction going. Closing her eyes, she stroked her thumb
over the damp head of his erection, moving faster when a hot gust of his breath
washed over her painfully erect nipple.

“Get another necklace,” he gritted out, and she knew he
wasn’t merely hungry.

She fumbled to open the drawer then dipped her hand in the
box. Handy thing she’d bought a couple of them. She’d never eat one again
without remembering Cale’s creative uses.

“Not my cock,” he said after she yanked off the wrapper and
lowered her hand to his straining shaft. “Around my balls.”

Marcia shot him a speculative glance. Amazing the stuff one
learned about a person in bed. “Won’t that hurt?”

“Not exactly durable string. But yeah, I hope it does.” He
bit down on her nipple and a surprised moan ripped from her throat. “A little
pain makes pleasure hotter.”

The dungeon at the club flashed into her mind. Did stuff
like that get him off?