Marco’s grip on my ass tightens. “Then… not… not here, birdie.”
My heart sinks, but it’s not quite a no, and my brain can’t help latching onto that, even though Marco just said this is the very last time. Even though we’re supposed to be pretending this never happened after tonight.
“Fine,” I hiss, something fierce surging through me. “Then I guess it’s still my turn to show you how it’s done.”
I twist him around with a violent shove, bending him over the railing so his forearms rest against the ornate metal. The position puts his ass at the perfect height, his glorious muscles rippling and tensing under the moonlight.
If he won’t fuck me, then I’ll give him something else to remember.
I yank up the back of his gown, exposing him completely. He’s already slick with a fine layer of sweat from the heat of the party, and I press myselfagainst him, rutting between his ass cheeks while I bring my fingers to his mouth.
“Suck,” I command.
Marco opens his lips immediately, taking my fingers in and working them with his tongue. The wet warmth of his mouth makes me groan, and I grind harder against him, rejoicing in the delicious friction but wanting more, more,more.
My fingers are soon wet enough. I pull them from his mouth and force one inside him without warning.
Marco makes a noise—not of pain, but almost a sigh of relief. Like he’s been waiting for something for an eternity, and now he’s got it.
I work my finger deeper, not gentle, not careful. The way he pushes back against me tells me he doesn’t want gentle anyway.
“I wanted to kill him earlier,” I growl against his ear, adding a second finger and scissoring them roughly. “When you paraded out with him, in front of everyone. I wanted to gut his stomach, scream at him that you’re mine, that he can’t touch you.”
Marco’s breathing turns ragged as I finger him, his hands gripping the railing tightly.
“The lamp,” he gasps, voice strained. “Give me that lamp.”
“What?” I blink at him, confused. My brain is a foggy abyss, drunk on lust and the taste of him still lingering on my tongue.
Marco reaches over, stretching toward one of the oil lanterns hanging on the railing. His movement is awkward, desperate, and I watch in bewilderment as he struggles with the metal fixture.
The sound of shattering glass cuts through the night air like a gunshot.
“Shit!” My head whips toward the library doors, heart hammering. “Marco, what the fuck—”
“Oops,” he says with a smirk that’s pure sin, holding up the broken remains of the lamp. Oil drips from the shattered bottom, pooling on the stone balcony. “Clumsy me.”
Understanding crashes through me, and I yank my fingers from his ass. But before I can move, Marco’s scooping up the liquid himself, his oiled hand wrapping around my cock with vicious, demanding strokes.
The sensation nearly buckles my knees. “Fuck—”
I bat his hand away and spin him back around, pressing him against the railing. The oil makes everything slippery, perfect, and I line myself up against his entrance.
I slide in slowly. Inch by exquisite inch, savoring every second, every soft gasp that escapes his lips. God, he’s so tight, so hot around me. My eyes want to roll back in my skull, but I force myself to watch his face instead—the way his mouth falls open, the way his dark lashes flutter against his cheekbones.
“Quicker, birdie,” he breathes.
I give his thigh a sharp slap that echoes in the night air.
“I gave you a chance to be in control,” I hiss in his ear, my voice pure gravel. “You should have taken it.”
Marco scoffs, even as his body trembles beneath me. “There’s no way you could have taken me.”
I reach around and squeeze his wet cock, hard enough to make him jerk against the railing. “Are you claiming your cock is bigger than mine, Marco? Because we both know that isn’t true.”
I push all the way in at that exact moment, and an obscene moan slips from his lips—raw and desperate and so fucking perfect.
I start fucking him with force, each thrust driving him against the ornate metal. God, it’s so good I can barely think straight. The tight heat of him, the way he pushes back to meet every movement, the breathless sounds he makes send me dizzy.
