Irresistible Nights by Kaylee Monroe

Chapter Eleven

Marcie

“I trust you,” I said, meaning it with every part of my being.

A wicked gleam—and something almost like triumph—lit Denton’s bright blue eyes, and before I had a second to process, he darted out his side of the car and was pulling me out of my seat by the hand. His pants were still opened and askew around his waist, hard cock bobbing in the dim light as he strode inside with me in tow. We climbed the stairs of his townhouse up to his bedroom, and he ordered me to sit on the bed as he disappeared into his walk-in closet while I waited.

“Denton?” I called, anticipation filling me. “What are you doing?”

“Just grabbing something.” A second later he emerged with a white plastic bag dangling from his fingers. He set the bag on his nightstand and fished out a—

“Is that a butt plug?” I asked, feeling my eyes widen at the realization.

“It is,” Denton confirmed with a sexy, irresistible grin.

I was no prude, but my stomach tightened with nerves—but shockingly, my pussy throbbed like a hussy, moisture trickling into my panties. I had never done anything like that before, and it seemed…hot. Forbidden.

I wanted to try it.

He pulled the plastic open and the purple plug fell out. It seemed much too big even in his large hands, with a curved handle, a narrow middle and flared section that tapered off to a soft point. More than a little curious, I stood up and followed him into the bathroom as he washed and dried the silicone toy.

“When did you buy that?” I tried to keep my voice casual, but I could hear a thread of uncertainty wind its way into my words. What if it was too big? What if it hurt too much? What if—

“The other day,” he said, cutting off my worrisome thoughts as he finished drying the plug. He turned to me and dropped a soft, reassuring kiss on my lips. “I’ve been thinking about things we could do together, and I thought this could be fun.”

I bit my bottom lip. I wasn’t opposed to using sex toys—hell, I had a few vibrators of my own—but this device would be plundering virgin territory. “Just…just be gentle with me, okay?”

“Of course I will.”

Denton pulled me back into the bedroom and pushed me back down onto the bed so I was sitting on the edge of the mattress, legs dangling over the side. He placed the toy on the nearby nightstand as he sank to his knees in front of me.

“I’ll make sure you love it,” he promised. “But if you don’t, just tell me to stop and we will, instantly.”

His dark, heated gaze snared mine as he caressed my jean-clad inner thighs with his big, warm palms. “I’ve been dreaming about playing with your ass again since our first night together,” he added. “You loved it, remember?”

My heartbeat quickened as I easily recalled his clever fingers in my pussy and ass. I’d been shocked at the time, and I also had never come so hard in my life. “I did.”

He leaned forward and kissed me one more time as his hand stole down to fist his hard cock. “Take off your clothes,” he murmured against my lips.

With shaking fingers, I pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied out of my jeans and underwear as he stood up and shucked his own shoes, jeans and shirt. In spite of my jangling nerves—or maybe because of them—I felt my pussy cream even more as Denton stalked toward me with breathtaking purpose. Like a confident man in charge, he pushed me flat on my back and trailed his fingers down my naked body, pausing to gently pinch each nipple into hard points before continuing his path down to my molten center, where my legs were already spread indecently wide and waiting for his touch.

“You’re already soaked for me,” he murmured, his tone pleased as he slipped two long fingers inside of me, stroking slow and deep. “You like the idea of that plug filling your ass, don’t you, baby?”

I couldn’t deny the truth. “Yes.”

I clutched at the covers and drew in a shaky breath as he bent down to lick my clit with practiced swipes of his tongue, then sucked leisurely on the pearled flesh as his fingers continued their unhurried thrusts. He gradually built the pleasure, and when I was squirming beneath the onslaught of his talented mouth, he paused to reach over to the nightstand and pulled out the small bottle of lube that I knew he kept there. He snapped the top open and drizzled a small amount between my legs.

“We’ll use my finger first, then the plug,” he said, smearing the slick lubricant down to that tight, puckered flesh. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” I hushed out, and shuddered as I felt one of his larger fingers circle that forbidden place, then dip inside.

I stiffened at the initial discomfort and tensed as he pushed in a little further. Then groaned when he flicked his tongue across my sensitive clit, redirecting my focus to something far more blissful. Before long, I was rocking against his mouth and hand, whimpering with lustful need.

“So good,” he muttered, licking me one last time before lifting his head from between my legs and sliding his fingers from my body. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, Marcie. Spread open for me so uninhibitedly. Your pussy pink and swollen and glistening. I could eat you up all night long.”

As delightful as that sounded, I felt empty without his fingers in my pussy and ass. “Please, Denton,” I begged, my hips bucking wantonly toward his mouth. “I need . . .”

“I know exactly what you need, baby.”

He reached over and grabbed the anal plug, pausing to add a little extra lube on the smooth, flexible surface before pressing the fat head against my back hole and pushing forward steadily. I whimpered at the stretch and burn, then moaned as the flared end popped through my tight ring and locked into place. The sensation was foreign, but the decadent pressure and fullness stimulated nerve endings and heightened my excitement.

I suddenly felt shameless and greedy. “Oh, God, Denton . . .”

“You okay?” His concerned gaze flicked up to mine. “If it’s too much—”

I shook my head wildly against the mattress. “It’s not too much . . . it’s not enough.”

My confession set something off in him. Something dark and dominant that sparked in his eyes and I openly welcomed. He smirked knowingly as he came up on his knees between my thighs and lazily strummed my throbbing clit with his thumb until my legs trembled. “Do you want my cock inside you, too?”

I nodded feverishly. “I do. Please.”

“You want both holes filled?”

“Yes.”

“Dirty girl,” he growled, the deep, possessive sound of his voice thrilling me.

“I’m your dirty girl.”

“Yes, mine.” Eyes dark and hot with lust, he grabbed his rigid shaft, stroking the length a few times in his fist before dragging the tip through the slick, wet heat dripping from my core. Teasing me. Taunting me. Until I was writhing beneath his touch and desperate, needy sounds escaped me.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, and I was powerless to resist his order.

“Fuck me,” I finally gasped, wanting him to use my body until we were both delirious with ecstasy. “I need you inside me, as deep as you can get.”

In one smooth movement, he flipped me over onto my stomach and lifted my hips so that I was on my hands and knees. He spread my ass cheeks, purring his pleasure as he looked at the plug filling me up, then wasted no more time aligning the head of his cock where it needed to be. Gripping my waist to hold me still, he drove his shaft to the hilt, jarring my entire body with the force and depth of his thrust. I cried out as the overwhelming sensation of dual penetration beat down the doors of my brain and took over all of my already-taxed higher thought processes.

I was stuffed to the limit, and I didn’t just like it. I fucking loved it.

Denton tangled his fingers in my hair, gripping the strands near my scalp and forcing my head to tip back as he settled his muscled body over the back of mine. From behind, his knees pushed mine wider apart, giving him more clearance for his cock to root even deeper the next time he fucked me. It all felt so animalistic and uncivilized, and everything about it made me hotter, wetter. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life.

His mouth nuzzled near my ear, his breath heavy from his own exertion. “You are so fucking perfect,” he growled as he slowly withdrew his thick length then slammed back into my empty pussy, grinding his hips against mine to bury the head of his cock as deep as it could go.

I cried out from the all-consuming passion between us and let him unravel me. Claim me. And ultimately, own me.

“I love seeing you like this, all mine to fuck as I please,” he rasped huskily. “I love how you trust me so completely.”

With every hard, driving thrust into my body, the words spilled out of him.

He loved my trust in him.

He loved my submission.

He loved my body.

He loved how we moved together.

Somewhere in my muddied thoughts, as my climax barreled down my spine, I realized that he was telling me something more, that we were definitely past just simple sexual experimentation. But I couldn’t untangle my emotions any further than that as I detonated with a bone-deep release that shattered me from the inside out, ripping a hoarse scream from my throat as my body spasmed around the cock planted deep inside me. I didn’t know I had that many nerve endings, and somehow, every single one sparked with electricity.

Denton shouted through his own orgasm as his body tensed and shuddered against my back, and his hips jerked hard against mine until he was completely spent.

We shivered and sighed as our bodies gradually relaxed into the mattress. He held me close and after a while he tugged me into a bath, where we cuddled and washed each other, exchanging gentle kisses and saying very little.

Even though there were so many things left unsaid.

* * *

“You are exceptionally happy lately,” Frankie informed me with a knowing smile. “That good mood just doesn’t quit.”

I laughed and waved away her comment. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, come on.” She set her feather duster down and stared at me, brows arched. “You’re humming through your days, you made cookies for us twice this week—something’s up. Is it that hot guy who works for your dad? Denton?”

Classic Frankie and her refusal—or maybe it was complete inability—to sugarcoat anything. My cheeks reddened slightly as I thought about the afternoon before. After he took me to my limit with the sex toy, along with the raw passion and emotion that had been unleashed between us, I felt exposed and vulnerable with Denton in a way I had never felt with anyone. It was new and exhilarating, and I wanted to keep this precious thing to myself for just a little while longer.

“Just feeling great about everything right now,” I said, keeping the focus on business. “We’re about done with that proposal for Keisha, I’m looking at new retail spaces, and I feel like everything is falling into place with us.”

Frankie rolled her eyes. “Don’t try to skirt the issue. You’ve got it bad.”

“Yeah, it’s obvious,” Kresley chimed in, her head popping up from behind the display of accessories she was arranging. “Quit lying to us.”

I bit my lip and looked at them, knowing I could trust my best friends with the truth. “Things with Denton are intense,” I admitted with a sigh. “But it’s complicated.”

Kresley stood up and walked over to us. “If you care about each other, how complicated can it be?” she asked. “He’s not married, is he?”

I shook my head. “Divorced. And it’s complicated because he’s a bit older and he works with my dad. They’re really close friends, too. My dad would probably be livid if he found out that a guy his age was…uh, involved with his daughter.”

Something flashed in Frankie’s eyes, as if she were hiding a secret of her own, but disappeared almost as fast. Instead, she straightened and gave me a long look. “Are you guys committed or still just having wild sex?”

“We’ve never talked about it.” Once I said the words out loud, I could feel the remnants of my high from yesterday vanishing, and anxiety curdled in my gut instead. “I’m afraid to put it all out there and force him to make a decision. I’m afraid to make a decision. It feels like a big risk, and I’m still…”

“Still a little gun-shy after Lucas,” Kresley supplied.

I nodded my agreement, and she wound a comforting arm around my shoulders. A tear trickled out of my eye and I flicked it away. Not because of Lucas, but because of how big and overwhelming my feelings for Denton were starting to be. Or rather, already were. And I had no idea what to do about it.

“You have to lay it out with Denton,” Frankie said, her tone markedly softer. “There’s no resolution unless you tell him what’s bothering you. I’m sure he’s a good guy, but nobody is psychic. Maybe he’s waiting to hear what you want first.”

“Yeah,” Kresley agreed. “Just tell him. The worst thing that happens is that it doesn’t work out. But just keeping things on the down low and not telling your dad about it isn’t going to work out, either. Something’s gotta give eventually.”

I sighed and pulled them in close for a quick group hug. “You’re both right,” I said. “He makes me feel so good, but I hate keeping secrets from my dad and you two.”

“You can tell us anything, Mars,” Frankie said, then grinned. “Friendship with both of us is a life sentence.”

I laughed. It did feel good to get things off my chest. But Frankie’s jokes couldn’t dislodge the pit in my stomach. Nothing would until I talked about everything with Denton and figured out what to do with my dad.

It was time to take a step forward. I just didn’t know where that step would lead me and that’s what scared me most of all.