High Risk

CHAPTER 18

Marcus grabbed a couple of water bottles from a box beside the door, handing them to Becki before joining her in the water. She twisted one open and passed it back, relaxing on the bench facing the view.

She hummed. “You scored big-time.”

His laugh interrupted his drink. “I did. Thank you.”

“You nut. I meant the deck. How did you manage to find a place like this? So lucky.”

“Took a while.” Marcus put his bottle aside and turned to face her. She had knelt on the submerged seat, the water level bouncing along her nipple line distracting him. “David had been looking around for a place for me off and on. By the time I ended up coming home, he had something waiting.”

“He’s a great guy.”

Marcus shrugged. “He’s my brother. He’s great and an ass in turns.”

Becki nodded. “My family’s like that. My sisters and I get along fine, long-distance stuff since most of them are settled on the prairies with their families. But my little brother? He’s too much like me. One minute we get along gangbusters, and the next we’re ready to kill each other.”

“I can’t remember. Big family?” He tugged her closer and she came willingly, straddling his legs and settling herself in his lap.

“Five kids. Colin is the youngest; I’m second from the top. One of the middles—you know, the type that always wants to do what’s right.”

“Ha. In what dream world are you living?”

“So speaks an oldest son, correct?”

“Oldest and wisest. Of course.”

She snorted. “Oh please.”

Marcus enjoyed the banter, but most of his attention was on touching her. Stroking his hand up her waist, cupping one breast at a time so he could caress her nipples to tight points. There were times not having two hands made a difference, but only because he was greedy to have more.

She finished taking a long drink, stretching her throat back and giving him a flash of déjà vu to her sucking him earlier, and his cock flared to full rigidity, snapping tight to his belly. Then she leaned against him to put her water bottle beside his, breasts compressed to his chest, hips rising as she rocked over his dick.

“Hmm, that feels good.” She undulated over him, her sex wrapping around the ridge of his erection. The motion brought the tip of his cock closer and closer to slipping between the soft folds of her body. It felt damn amazing, but he wanted more.

“You don’t think we’ve had enough wet sex for one day?”

Becki rose until her breasts were level with his mouth. “I suppose we could try the bed. It was looking very lonely.”

“You’re not a very good hot tub soaker. We’ve been in for what? All of ten minutes?”

“Better things to do with life than sit.”

He could agree with that, especially with the bounty of distraction before him. She sighed happily as he took one nipple into his mouth, playing with the other side, his tongue and fingers working to flick the tiny loops rhythmically. It still blew his mind that she was pierced.

She pressed her mound against his torso harder, rubbing and pulsing back and forth, and he smiled.

“You haven’t gotten any shyer over the years,” he noted.

“You disappointed?”

“Hell, no. I loved how you were so eager to try everything back then. How you have no troubles telling me what you need right now.”

He slid his fingers down her belly and through her folds, keeping going until he could press a finger deep into her core.

“Oh God, yes. That feels wonderful. Sex is fun—it feels good. Why should I be quiet about what I need?” She shuddered as he pinched her clit, shaking the clit bar with his thumb even as he kept rubbing.

He watched her face, checking to see when she needed more, what she needed. Harder, softer. When he added a finger and she melted around him, he nodded with approval.

“No reason at all. Ask for what you want, but what I want is to give you what you need before you even get a chance to ask.”

He lifted her on his hand until he could catch hold of her breast in his teeth. When he bit down and nipped, she cried out, another orgasm taking her as she writhed over his fingers, hips thrusting as if to keep him where he was.

He wasn’t going anywhere. At least, not anywhere that didn’t involve her coming along.

She’d never been carried so often in her life. There was the rescue the other day, and a couple of times this evening, including now as Marcus plucked her from the water while she was still boneless from her climax. Becki was used to hauling herself everywhere, but this luxury, if she was honest, was kind of nice. It was so very decadent to be carefully laid on the bed, helpless to do anything but accept his touch as he proceeded to dry every inch of her.

She was in heaven. It took him a long time as he intermingled the caress of the tufted cotton with kisses and small intimate touches. Tiny bites to her inner thighs as he smoothed the towel over her legs. He rubbed her breasts delicately, then kept on rubbing, alternating with soft wet suckles until her nipples were tingling and tight.

One caress after another followed until she was squirming on the mattress, needing more. Needing something other than to lie there and allow him to drive her higher and higher without a safety rope.

When he moved over her, his hard muscular body forming a cage around her, she had to gasp for air before she could speak. “You want me to dry you off now?”

He bumped her thighs with his knees, his weight on his elbows. “I want you to get me wetter.”

The fat head of his cock nudged her sex, slipping through her folds as he rocked his hips. He paused, the tip spreading her, bare skin to bare skin.

Becki dragged her legs wider apart even as she teased, “You are insatiable.”

“Yes?”

Becki opened her mouth to answer, but her face must have already given the go-ahead. Marcus pressed in all the way to the root in one shot, his cock filling her deep.

She rolled her hips under him, adjusting to his girth. “Oh God, yes.”

He didn’t move, just stayed in one place, and with every second that passed he seemed to grow larger. Thicker. Becki squeezed her internal muscles, lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist. The adjustment in position changed the angle of his entry, and she moaned.

Still he didn’t move. Just stared at her, that wicked expression making all sorts of additional pleasures race over her skin.

She rocked upward, using her legs to try to work herself on his cock.

“Frustrated?” he asked.

“Yes,” she snapped. “Move, dammit. I thought you were going to anticipate what I wanted.”

“I am.”

Marcus lowered himself until not only his cock spearing into her sex held her pinned in place, but his torso as well. His body wasn’t heavy enough to make her uncomfortable, but it effectively stopped her from moving anything.

Except her internal muscles, which she used as unmercifully as possible. Squeezing, clenching tight around his cock. Doing everything she could to get him to react.

The only response seemed to be the gathering storm in her core. God, she was going to come like this—nothing touching her clit, no outside stimulation but that thick unmoving pressure and the wicked knowledge that it was his cock filling her.

Words whispered past her ear, chocolaty smooth, dark and even. “Grab the headboard.”

Anything to get him to actually move. Becki reached overhead, tilting back to look for something to clasp. Perfect vertical bars waited—the solid sections of tree limbs that made up the headboard the right size to wrap her fingers around and hold on tight.

He took advantage of her slightly arched position, wetness closing over her breast as he sucked hard on one nipple. The sensitive tip stung as he tugged, electric pulses zinging through to her sex.

“Marcus, please,” she begged.

“Please what?” He caught her earlobe in his teeth and bit lightly seconds before licking the sensitive spot behind her ear, still not moving from his position as he put his lips to her skin.

She wasn’t sure what she wanted. For him to go fast and drive her over quickly as he had in the shower, or to keep torturing her. Her mind had turned into a pile of mush, and sensory overload strummed along her nerves.

“Let your legs down, Becki. Open yourself to me.”

Releasing her grip and pulling her knees farther to the side made his cock all the more apparent. He pulled back, and she felt every single inch, as if her insides had grown hypersensitive while waiting for him to move. The flared head of his shaft slipped free of her pussy so gradually she had ample time to enjoy the tease.

Hands wrapped into wood-filled fists, she stretched under him and anticipated.

Slowly again he filled her, exquisitely slow. Stretching, running over sensitive nerves, driving her upward. Less of a powering forward, more a deliberate joining together, followed by a retreat. There was nowhere for her to go, nothing for her to do but accept his cock possessing her body again and again.

She closed her eyes as he paused, the tip of his cock taunting her. Rocking in and out until she gasped, so hair-triggered she was ready to break with one more surge.

“Becki.” A whisper-soft kiss pressed against her lips. “Is it good?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You ready?”

She squeezed tight, holding on to what little control she still had. Stretched out, nothing but him over her, and she was ready to explode.

He thrust. Hard. Fully burying himself in one motion. Her breath escaped in a gasp, forced from her lungs. She had no time to inhale before he pulled out and plunged in again. One after another his thrusts possessed her. Pushing into her like he was claiming her. Becki clung to the headboard for dear life, her body rocking with the power of his drives. He wasn’t delicate as he took her to the limit. Thrusting again. Again. Until everything tightened and she screamed, her pussy wrapping around him and trying to hold him in place as her orgasm raged.

He pressed her thigh to the side and changed the angle, completing three more strokes, each one as urgent as the ones that had come before. He froze deep in her body as he came. Shoulders tight, muscles clenched as his cock jerked within her.

Becki lay there and savoured it all—the rush of blood through her veins, the lingering aftershocks as her sex reacted to the slightest change in his position, the slick of sweat on both their bodies as he moved over her, his breath fanning past her cheek.

He kissed her. “Sleep. I don’t want to move yet, so tell me you’ll sleep and let me take care of you.”

His cock still stretched her, the sensation strangely comforting. To have him touching her so intimately was like an anchor. After her long sexual hiatus she should have felt sorer, but there was nothing filtering through her but deep contentment. Adding all the orgasms she’d experienced that day to the fatigue caused by the past night’s restlessness, exhaustion hovered.

“I could sleep. You don’t mind if I snore, do you?” The words trickled out like a slumberous yawn.

The soft rumble of his laughter wrapped her as tightly as his body. “Sleep. I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you. The words echoed in her mind. How many times had she heard that phrase? How often had she said it herself? At the climbing wall. During years of working ropes. A simple expression, but one that meant so much more than it seemed on the surface. There had to be trust involved—complete trust. I’ve got you wasn’t just a nice sentiment, it was life and death in her world.

The fact that she trusted Marcus to the full extent of the meaning made something inside her glow a little warmer.