“Fuck,” I pant.
He smiles, then presses his thumb to my throbbing clit and causes me to jerk forward when he starts circling it. My hands fly up to his hair and my back arches, pushing my tits toward him. He releases one of them from my hair, then bends down and bites down hard onto my nipple, causing me to yell out again.
Marco chuckles as he drops to his knees, my hands still tangled in his hair. He removes his fingers, and I groan in protest.
“You know I aim to please, Mal.”
I narrow my eyes at him and tighten my grip on his hair, yanking his head up as he smirks at me. “Don’t fucking play with me right now, Isaacson.”
He tsks at me, shoving my dress higher up and pulling my ass closer to the edge of the counter. He doesn’t waste any more time before burying his face between my legs.
I cross my ankles behind his neck, and my hips thrust forward when his tongue slips between my lips. His mouth closes around my clit and he sucks on it, making me writhe and pant. I’m so close already that I might kill him if he pulls away.
Marco inserts his two thick fingers again while he assaults my clit with his mouth, curling them inside me to stimulate my G-spot. I scream out in response, and it feels as though I’m his personal orchestra that he’s in charge of conducting. My legs clench around his neck and shoulders as my orgasm builds to a crescendo.
He removes his fingers, using his hands to tilt me back by lifting my thighs. Stiffening his tongue, he fucks me with his mouth like it is his cock, and I crash over the edge. Marco pleasures me through my orgasm until I’m too sensitive, at which point I push him off.
He stands up and licks his lips, smiling like he just proved something, while I fall back on the counter to catch my breath.
“Fuck, you have no right being that good with your mouth,” I say through my panting.
Marco places a hand on either side of my thighs, supporting himself with his grip on the counter. Leaning down, he slams his lips against mine so I can taste myself on him. I reach my hand out, palming his cock through his jeans while he deepens the kiss.
He begins to slow down the kiss just to tease me, and stops completely after only a few moments. With a knowing smirk, he allows me a minute to catch my breath, and then I’m on my knees while unbuttoning his jeans. The door to the bathroom opens as I remove his cock from his pants. He hisses and jerks his hips forward when my hand wraps around his length.
“Oh, fuck,” a familiar voice says.
Marco looks over his shoulder and smiles as I begin stroking him. Peering around his hip, I see Akila shielding her eyes while frozen where she stands.
“Don’t be shy, Akila,” Marco says, then groans when I wrap my mouth around his head. “You’re welcome to join.”
“Uh, nope,” she answers as she leaves the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind her.
I pull back and giggle, stroking a little faster while his head falls back. “You forgot to lock the door, dumbass,” I say.
He chuckles and closes his eyes. “I didn’t forget shit.”
I run my tongue along the thick vein on his shaft to the tip, teasing his head before enclosing my mouth around him fully and hollowing out my cheeks. Marco sucks in a breath, and his hand wraps around my hair as he pushes himself deeper.
My knees drop so my heels are digging into my ass, and I tilt my head to allow him to slide deeper down my throat. He groans when his head hits resistance. I swallow, and he presses deeper, pulling me back and thrusting forward.
I’ve done this enough times that I’ve trained my gag reflex by now, but it’s the choking that gets me off. Not to mention the fact that they always seem to feel satisfied seeing a woman’s mascara staining her face when they’re finished.
“Jesus Christ,” Marco moans while he picks up speed and fucks my mouth ruthlessly.
I hold onto his hips, letting him use my mouth any way he pleases after the orgasm he just gave me. He pounds into my throat as tears run down my cheeks. At random intervals, he slows his movements and presses himself further into my mouth, holding his cock deep enough to cut off my airway. Then he pulls back a few times, before slamming into me again.
After a few rounds of this cycle, I feel him stiffening and swelling in my mouth. He presses in one last time before unloading himself down my throat with a deep growl. I swallow everything he gives me, licking him clean as he begins to pull out.
Marco wipes the tears from my cheeks before he helps me to my feet, then tucks his cock back into his pants.
“We should probably go find the others,” Marco says while he washes his hands. “We did disappear for a while.”
“I think they probably know why, Marco,” I say with a laugh. “Akila is probably pouring bleach into her eyes.”
He shrugs, even as he chuckles.
Marco and I go to walk back out into the club when we see Akila in the hallway with a guy that’s not Lion. Marco looks at me and raises an eyebrow, and I shrug. Judging by her tense body language and the look of disgust on her face, this isn’t someone she’s invited into privacy. Akila suddenly throws out a fist, and the guy’s head snaps to the side.