CHAPTER ELEVEN

ALICE

Laying together in Marcus’s bed with my feet rubbing against his hairy legs, I get a feel for how tall he is. Snuggled up to him is nice, as I run my finger along the dark hairs on his thick chest. His upper body is just as powerful as I envisioned. It makes the difference between his thin legs all the more apparent and heartbreaking.

Trailing a finger over his flat brown nipple, he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Can you feel that?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says with a catch to his voice. “Everything from my hips and above, I can feel perfectly fine. Only my legs and feet have limited or no sensation.”

I circle his nipple with a light fingertip, watching it spring into a tight bud. “I read that other areas become more erogenous after spinal cord injuries,” I say casually, keeping my gaze on his face.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. But he doesn’t answer me.

He doesn’t need to. Beneath my hand, I can feel his heart thudding madly. I love having this effect on him.

Pressing my lips to his neck, I swirl my tongue over the slightly salty skin there, savoring his flavor in my mouth as well as the hoarse moans he lets out.

I kiss and lick my way over his neck up to his ear, sucking his earlobe and relishing his husky groans of pleasure.

My pussy pulses between my legs, wetness coating my inner thighs. Doing this to him turns me on and when his hand finds me, I let out a moan of my own and rock on his hand as he slips two fingers into me.

Gently, I bite down on his ear while rocking on his hand. The fullness of his fingers inside and the way his thumb circles my clit has my inner walls gripping him desperately.

I blow on the slight sting I may have left on his earlobe and then flick my tongue over the shell of his ear.

Marcus’s breath rushes out of him in harsh pants, his upper body trembling under my onslaught. I rub his nipples while I tickle his ear and press more kisses to his cheeks and jawline, my thighs keeping his hand locked between them as my pussy grips his fingers.

In the light spilling in from the hallway through the open door, I can make out the hard bulge of his erection in his jeans.

He flicks at my clit, his thumb rubbing and rubbing. I’m so close to coming again.

But not without him.

Returning to his ear, I whisper his name again and again while running my hands over the thick muscles of his chest, lightly tweaking his nipples as I go before sucking one into my mouth as my orgasm flashes through me with all the intensity of a storm.

As I come, I bite down on his nipple. His head jerks back as my name rips from him in a guttural shout. His entire body tenses, the cords in his neck standing out starkly as he continues to groan.

Releasing his nipple, I look down at his crotch, seeing the pale denim has a spot of darkness and I grin realizing that he came.

Lifting myself from him, his fingers pull out of my pussy and a tingle shoots through me. My clit and pussy are still pulsating with aftershocks of the stunning climax I just had.

Squirming, I cuddle against him, whispering into his neck, “That was amazing.”

He chokes back a laugh and turns his head to look at me. “Me coming in my pants is amazing?”

“It’s the fact that I could do that to you that is amazing.”

Marcus’s eyes soften as he gazes at me. “That’s how I feel having you come on my tongue. Knowing that I could do that to you, it’s a rush unlike any other.”

A trickle of moisture slips between my inner lips, and I clench my thighs tighter. “I think we both need to get cleaned up.”

Grimacing, he shoves some of his sweaty hair off his forehead. “If you don’t mind, I don’t know if I’m ready for you to see me like that.”

I sit up and stare down at him. “See what?”

He waves a hand at his still clothed lower body.

Huffing out an exasperated sigh, I give his side a poke. “Your face was up in my pussy.”

His lips compress into a thin line. “That was different,” he argues. His mouth relaxes as he smiles. “You’re gorgeous, and your pussy is divine. Me?” He lets out a humorless chuckle. “There’s not much attractive about atrophied muscles and pale skinny legs.”

I haven’t seen him fully naked yet and perhaps he has a point that it might not be the sexiest thing. Still, it doesn’t matter. “Maybe not, but I’m not only attracted to your body.”

“Thank heavens for small favors.” He smirks, and like that he’s back to his old self again. “It must be my amazing personality that you’re attracted to.”

I reach out and tap his still hard nipple. “Stop. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

He shrugs and pushes up on his elbows. “I’ve been called an asshole enough to know it’s not all in my head.”

“You could try being nicer.”

Thick dark brows arch up. “Or people could try to stop being jerks.”

Hard to argue with that. “You have a point.” I flop back down on the mattress. “Okay, you go get cleaned up and I’ll just lay here all alone in your big bed.”

Leaning over me, his smirk twists into a grin. “I’ll hurry back, I promise,” he says before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

He wiggles and scoots his way to the edge of the bed and gets into his wheelchair.

I reach down and tug the covers over my naked body and close my eyes while I wait for him to come back.