luxury he could possibly desire and commanded attention wherever he went. But it wasn’t enough anymore.
While he never came out and told Daniel directly that he wanted a woman to love him, it was there between the lines.
So when Carrie approached him about trying out the club, Daniel remembered the way Marcus looked at his sweet little assistant and a nutty idea had formed in his head.
He knew that “happily ever after” wasn’t in the future for him, but Marcus was another matter entirely. Marcus wanted to be loved even if he wouldn’t admit it, and Carrie clearly wanted to love him. What else could Daniel do but give them a gentle shove in the right direction? Hell, it was his responsibility as a friend!
Gazing up the length of Carrie’s body, he grinned at the look of utter absorption on Marcus’ face. Then he watched the way she was sucking Marcus off and it was the only proof Daniel needed. Yep, Marcus was hooked, hooked in a way that he never had been before, even with The Viper. If only he would admit it to himself.
Not that he blamed Marcus. Carrie tasted like fresh honey on his tongue. Sugary and sweet just like her personality. He drove his tongue in deeper, pulling her creamy goodness into his mouth. He lapped at her hot, tight little clit, loving the way she jumped whenever he bit down on it.
Fuck, he wished at times he could bed a woman this real, this sweet. One who wanted him like Carrie so obviously wanted Marcus. That was not to be his journey though, so he decided to enjoy tonight, because he was certain it would be the first, last and only time he’d ever be buried between the legs of a woman like this.
Marcus watched Carrie struggle to hold her orgasm in. She’d make a shitty poker player. Her brow was sweating, her body undulating from head to toe.
More than one of their previous lovers had claimed Daniel had a tongue that could drive a woman over the edge into madness. Marcus knew he would bring Carrie over and over to the brink, only to pull back until she calmed down. He could go on for hours like that. Marcus could not. He needed to be buried in Carrie. In the most intimate of kisses, skin to skin, he was going to have her.
Abruptly he stepped back from her. He was shaking as he untied her wrists, stroking the red marks left by the cuffs. Daniel stopped eating his dessert and helped Marcus guide Carrie from the bench and onto the bed.
“Assume your position.” His voice was guttural with desire, nearly unrecognizable. As Carrie perched on spread knees, Marcus wondered if he’d ever tire of seeing her present herself to him. He decided he probably wouldn’t.
He crawled after her, kneeling behind her on the bed. After tugging down his leathers, Daniel crawled to kneel in front of her.
Carrie instinctively sank back, melting into Marcus’ body. He swallowed hard at the gesture. Carrie gave Daniel nothing more than brief glances, her eyes always shooting back to Marcus. While he’d known he needed that from her, he hadn’t realized how much until he’d burned under the heat in her gaze.
It was humbling, this experience and this night with her. He knew his decision to bring Daniel into their bed was the right one. He had the answer to his silent question. The one he’d never have been able to ask Carrie directly.
It had been humiliating to find his wife going after Daniel. He’d never blamed his best friend; Daniel Ellis was utterly irresistible to women. But he’d also never been able to trust that any woman he kept in his bed for more than one night wouldn’t turn to Daniel, too. Hell, Carrie herself had gone to Daniel to help her get into the club.
Here in his house, in his playroom, she gave Daniel little thought. Marcus felt like Tarzan. He wanted to beat on his chest and let out a howl of victory. Then he caught Daniel’s eyes looking at him with what he swore was envy and he felt like a total shit.
Daniel knew, knew the reason Marcus had invited him here
While he never came out and told Daniel directly that he wanted a woman to love him, it was there between the lines.
So when Carrie approached him about trying out the club, Daniel remembered the way Marcus looked at his sweet little assistant and a nutty idea had formed in his head.
He knew that “happily ever after” wasn’t in the future for him, but Marcus was another matter entirely. Marcus wanted to be loved even if he wouldn’t admit it, and Carrie clearly wanted to love him. What else could Daniel do but give them a gentle shove in the right direction? Hell, it was his responsibility as a friend!
Gazing up the length of Carrie’s body, he grinned at the look of utter absorption on Marcus’ face. Then he watched the way she was sucking Marcus off and it was the only proof Daniel needed. Yep, Marcus was hooked, hooked in a way that he never had been before, even with The Viper. If only he would admit it to himself.
Not that he blamed Marcus. Carrie tasted like fresh honey on his tongue. Sugary and sweet just like her personality. He drove his tongue in deeper, pulling her creamy goodness into his mouth. He lapped at her hot, tight little clit, loving the way she jumped whenever he bit down on it.
Fuck, he wished at times he could bed a woman this real, this sweet. One who wanted him like Carrie so obviously wanted Marcus. That was not to be his journey though, so he decided to enjoy tonight, because he was certain it would be the first, last and only time he’d ever be buried between the legs of a woman like this.
Marcus watched Carrie struggle to hold her orgasm in. She’d make a shitty poker player. Her brow was sweating, her body undulating from head to toe.
More than one of their previous lovers had claimed Daniel had a tongue that could drive a woman over the edge into madness. Marcus knew he would bring Carrie over and over to the brink, only to pull back until she calmed down. He could go on for hours like that. Marcus could not. He needed to be buried in Carrie. In the most intimate of kisses, skin to skin, he was going to have her.
Abruptly he stepped back from her. He was shaking as he untied her wrists, stroking the red marks left by the cuffs. Daniel stopped eating his dessert and helped Marcus guide Carrie from the bench and onto the bed.
“Assume your position.” His voice was guttural with desire, nearly unrecognizable. As Carrie perched on spread knees, Marcus wondered if he’d ever tire of seeing her present herself to him. He decided he probably wouldn’t.
He crawled after her, kneeling behind her on the bed. After tugging down his leathers, Daniel crawled to kneel in front of her.
Carrie instinctively sank back, melting into Marcus’ body. He swallowed hard at the gesture. Carrie gave Daniel nothing more than brief glances, her eyes always shooting back to Marcus. While he’d known he needed that from her, he hadn’t realized how much until he’d burned under the heat in her gaze.
It was humbling, this experience and this night with her. He knew his decision to bring Daniel into their bed was the right one. He had the answer to his silent question. The one he’d never have been able to ask Carrie directly.
It had been humiliating to find his wife going after Daniel. He’d never blamed his best friend; Daniel Ellis was utterly irresistible to women. But he’d also never been able to trust that any woman he kept in his bed for more than one night wouldn’t turn to Daniel, too. Hell, Carrie herself had gone to Daniel to help her get into the club.
Here in his house, in his playroom, she gave Daniel little thought. Marcus felt like Tarzan. He wanted to beat on his chest and let out a howl of victory. Then he caught Daniel’s eyes looking at him with what he swore was envy and he felt like a total shit.
Daniel knew, knew the reason Marcus had invited him here
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