Sins & Mistrust (11 page)

“You’re ridiculous if you think being an alpha male means you have to be intimidating.”

“Well, please, enlighten me, Ms. LaBelle.”

“An alpha male is someone who is smart and witty, and has the ability to laugh at himself. He’s confident, and a hard worker. There’s always room for improvement, and he understands that. He doesn’t fear failure; for he knows that he will only grow and move forward with new knowledge. He doesn’t talk just to hear himself talk; he always has something meaningful to say. He isn’t selfish; instead he likes to help others succeed along with himself. He’s a protector, but doesn’t go around looking for trouble. He’s persistent and dauntless. There’s no hasty decisions made, everything he does is well thought out. He isn’t afraid to apologize if he knows he was wrong. Oh, and of course he’s sexy as fuck.”

“I’d like to say I fit into some of those categories.”

“You do, as does he.”

“Interesting.”

“Quite.”

“Okay, are you going to inform me of what your and his conversation went like?”

“I asked him if he was willing, he said yes, then I told him it was you.”

“So, he agreed before he knew it was me who was to be involved?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. Did you tell him about our history?”

“I told him that we flirt and messed around before, but that you have a silly little rule that makes it to where you can’t sleep with women without another man, yes.”

“It’s not a silly little rule, Thalia.”

“Whatever, Lincoln. He knows, and he’s fine with it. Why wouldn’t he be?”

“What if you two start developing feelings for each other? Will he be okay with you and I being close friends? Especially after he sees me fucking you?”

She clears her throat. “I hire him, I’m his client, that’s it. He’s agreed to do this for me, because it’s what I want. There’s no need to think it’s going to keep happening.”

“Oh, it’ll continue to happen,” I state confidently.

“How do you know?” she asks.

“I’ve wanted to sink deep inside of you for a long time now, and I have a feeling once I do, I’ll want to keep doing it. And there is just something about Marc. I don’t even know what it is, but I feel like there’s something in me that’s calling out to him.”

“Lincoln?”

“Hmm?”

“Why can’t you have sex with a woman alone? You know that if you were able to, you and I would have been together a long time ago.”

I don’t answer her. I’m trying to think of a good way to say what I know I need to, but nothing is coming to me fast enough. I guess she takes my silence as a refusal to answer.

“Fine. But, I do know what you mean about Marc. My body is definitely calling out for him.”

“At least his has answered yours,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.

“True. Maybe you should learn to ask nice. I promise you’ll love what he does in bed. Mmm.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t come on yourself.”

“Oh, shush!”

“When are we all going to be meeting up again? I think we should all get together before just jumping into bed. Don’t you think?”

“Well, look at you trying to be all proper. I’ve already jumped in bed with him, and I’m quite looking forward to what you’re like, Mr. Cash.”

“Are you going to scream out 'Mr. Cash' or 'Lincoln' when I’m making you come with my tongue?”

I hear her clear her throat. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“How about this weekend?”

“Oh shoot! I’m going out of town. Marc is joining me. Would you like to meet us in California?”

“Taking trips to California, hmm? Isn’t that nice?”

“Oh come on, Lincoln. Just come. We can all have dinner at the hotel, and maybe drinks after. We’ll get to know each other and have a good time. It’ll be a nice introduction into our arrangement. What do you say?”

After mulling it over for a minute, I agree. “Sure. Let me know the dates you’ll be there, and I’ll take a couple days off and meet you there.”

“Yay! Talk to you soon.”

“Okay.”

The phone hangs up and I quickly begin thinking about how our time together is going to be. I have a feeling Marc is going to give me a good run for my money.

Day one of my work here in California is done, and Marc should be arriving soon. We’ll be here until Friday because Marc has to get back to Vegas for his boss’ daughter’s wedding. But we still get the full seven days together, and Lincoln plans on showing up on Wednesday.

When I told Marc about my conversation with Lincoln and asked if he was okay with the fact that I invited him, he was gracious, saying it was all about me. He was happy if I was happy. I’m finding that Marc makes me happier each time I’m with him or talking to him.

He broke his first rule and gave me his cell number so that we could communicate easier while traveling. At least that’s what he told me, but I’m not complaining. I love being able to text and call him.

After I get out of the shower, I put on a sheer, white baby doll nightgown and lie in the bed. It’s already eleven pm, so I text Marc to make sure he’s okay.

Me:
Hey, are you still alive? You’re not standing me up, are you?

His response comes a few minutes later.

Marc:
I’m alive and on my way. It might be another half hour, though. Will you be awake?

Me:
You can grab a key from the front desk and let yourself in. Maybe you can wake me up in a really nice way? ;)

Marc:
Can I wake you up in a really naughty way instead?

Me:
Only if it’s very, very naughty. Otherwise, what’s the point?

Marc:
Challenge accepted. Go to sleep.

I smile after reading his response. My excitement for being woken up naughtily has me unable to fall asleep. I end up going to the bathroom to freshen up and then lie back in bed and wait. Eleven-thirty comes and goes, and I figure maybe traffic is crazy, so he’ll be a little later. I eventually succumb to sleep.

I’m not sure if it’s a noise or a touch, but something causes me to stir. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to focus. I can’t see anything. I know the lights were out, but I should be able to see the lights from outside because I left the curtains open since we’re so high up anyway. I blink again and then go to rub my eyes with my hand when I find that I can’t move my hand.

“What the…”

“Sssh.”

“Marc,” I whisper.

He gives me a soft kiss on my shoulder, letting me know that it’s him. I’m lying on my stomach, my hands tied behind me and a blindfold around my eyes. Naughty indeed.

I feel his hands push my gown up and over my ass, and then ever so slowly, he pulls my panties down my legs. My breathing increases, and warmth fills my body at the same time that goose bumps cover my flesh. How is that?

His hands run up the back of my thighs and then cup my ass before giving a good squeeze. Suddenly, I’m lifted to my knees, my ass in the air and my face firmly planted on the covers below me. I feel the warmth of his mouth touch the skin right above the crease between my cheeks. I gasp as his tongue darts out and then down the same crease.

“Fuck,” I cry out.

His tongue never stops until he reaches my pussy, and when he gets there, his tongue licks back and forth. He draws his tongue from clit to entrance, before he dips his tongue in my juices.

“Holy shit,” I moan out.

Marc continues to lick and dip his tongue inside of me for a few more minutes of absolute bliss. I moan and cry out, craving more and more of him. My pussy throbs in anticipation of more.

I feel him move behind me, and realize he must have already stripped down, because I feel his leg graze mine as he positions himself. The unquestionable sound of the condom wrapper being opened rips through the silent room. I wait—not so patiently—for him to touch me again. At the sound of my whimpers, he speaks.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” his rough voice asks.

“Yes, yes please,” I beg.

He runs one of his fingers through the wetness of my pussy lips, teasing me immensely.

“How bad do you want it?” His voice is low and husky.

“I want it so bad. I want you so bad. Please.”

His fingers keep rubbing me, and then I feel the light smack of his fingers against my clit.

“Ah!” I cry out, but find that it wasn’t that un-pleasurable. Just the opposite, in fact.

Without thought, I try squeezing my thighs together.

“Uh-uh,” he says, warning me. “Keep them spread apart for me.”

He smacks my pussy one more time and I cry out and do my best to keep my legs where they are.

“You like that?” he asks, and I only nod, biting down on my lip.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I love it!” I yell out.

“Good,” he growls.

His cock pushes into me hard from behind suddenly and I yell out in surprise. He thrusts into me over and over, his hard length filling me all the way up. His strong hands are gripping my waist, keeping me in place. One hand lifts and is brought down on the top of my ass. The stinging pain surprises me at first, but soon after I realize it only turned me on even more.

“Yes!” I screech.

My response seems to have had an effect on him. He brings his hand down on me again in another loud smack, but this time on the side of my thigh.

“Shit! Yes!” I yell again.

Marc fucks me ruthlessly while simultaneously spanking my ass and hitting my thighs. My pussy creams around his cock with each smack I receive. I knew I craved having someone be rough with me, but I had no idea just how much I’d enjoy it.

He pushes me down flat on my stomach and lies over my back, his cock still buried deep inside of me. I feel his breath on my neck, causing me to break out in chills. I think he’s going to say something to me; instead his tongue licks my neck up to the back of my ear where he bites down gently on the cartilage.

“Mmm,” I moan.

His hand grabs my throat, with his thumb on the back of my neck. With his other hand he swiftly undoes the material around my hands and I put them up on each side of my face. He adjusts himself behind me and starts thrusting in and out while putting slight pressure on my throat. I push my ass up in the air a little, giving him better access.

After several more hard strokes, he pulls out, and right as I’m about to protest his absence, I feel his wet tongue licking me from behind. The softness of his tongue soothes my tender pussy. The bed shifts and I feel his body moving around. In a few seconds, I realize he’s laid down on his back, with his face directly under my pussy.

Marc pulls me down by my hips, bringing my pussy closer to his mouth and he licks at my folds, sucks on my clit, and dips inside of me. I rise up on my knees, straddling his face as he devours every drop. The soft and slow licks that were once present are now replaced with hungry nibbles. He flattens his tongue and licks all of me before focusing on my engorged clit. The tip of his tongue flicks over it slowly at first, but strong. The feeling overwhelms me. I feel like I’m the top of a mountain, teetering on the edge, and just waiting to be pushed over.

My pussy is so sensitive and tender, each flick of his tongue lights a fire within me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, causing me to scream out, and then at the same time that he begins licking again, both of his hands come down on my thighs in a hard, sharp smack. I yell out and then I’m coming into his mouth.

Nothing I say makes any sense. It’s a bunch of incoherent words mixed together. My throat is already raw and I continue to cry out as the waves of my climax roll over me. It feels like I’m never going to stop coming.

Abruptly, Marc moves out from under me, undoes the tie on my wrists, and flips me over onto my back.

“Oh!” I cry out in surprise.

The blindfold is ripped from my face, and I watch as he wipes his mouth of my juices, pure unadulterated lust in his eyes. He then ties my hands together above my head.

“Don’t move them.”

He leans over me and kisses me deeply, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. I try to devour his mouth as much as I can since I can’t physically pull him to me. I suck on his tongue and hear him growl in the back of his throat. Pulling away from me, he positions himself between my legs, rubs his cock over my pussy before pushing in.