Page 77 of Faithless
“You already kill me.” His teeth scraped my lips as his fingers headed for the space between my legs. “You knock me dead all the fucking time.”
“See, now you’re being sweet—ah!”
He shoved my panties aside and touched my bare skin, palm and fingers stroking in a thorough, confident exploration of my pussy.
“You’re so wet already,” he groaned, eyes meeting mine. “Did your other man get you warmed up for me? How nice of him.”
Torr stroked two fingers inside me, and I moaned, rocking forward onto his hand. He didn’t sound jealous or spiteful, to my surprise. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he actually sounded…pleased? It was one hell of a turn-on to think of him and Santos working together, that was for damn sure.
Who knows if I’d be able to keep them both, or if they’d even get along well enough towantto share me. But those were thoughts and discussions for another time, when everyone was safely out of this infernal place. And when I wasn’t on the verge of coming from Torr’s fingers hitting the most perfect spot inside me.
“Fuck.” He gave no other warning as he grabbed my hip with his free hand, shoving me backwards off his legs as he rolled up. His fingers continued to work inside me, thumb rolling my clit as he brought his legs behind him and continued pressing me back.
“Torr, what—”
He pressed me down flat on the couch, brought one of my legs over his shoulder, and dove down to seal his mouth over my clit.
“Oh,fuck!”
My hips spiked up so hard, I would’ve worried about him chipping a tooth if he wasn’t already attached to me. He grabbed my ass with his free hand, supporting me while I writhed and bucked against his sensual mouth. Holy shit, his lips and tongue…he was doing some kind of light, constant suction over my clit which I’d never felt before, but it was fucking divine. Gone were the days of men just jamming their tongue against it with no finesse. Torr treated oral sex like an art form.
His fingers worked in perfect tandem with his mouth, spread and curled inside me for maximum friction as he hit that same, perfect spot over and over. I was still sensitive from the orgasm I’d given myself earlier and building up to another one fast. My last coherent thought as my head pressed back with a choked cry, was that maybe there was some benefit to Torr being a manwhore after all. He sure as fuck knew how to please.
The orgasm hit me like the most delicious stroke of lightning, amplified by Torr continuing to work me through the peak and descent until I pushed his head away. Grabbing a fistful of his dark hair, I pulled him up for a breathless kiss. My wetness coated his lips and tongue, and I absolutely loved it.
Through messy, desperate kisses, we both pulled apart his belt and undid his pants. I barely had a moment to touch him, to give his heavy length a stroke, before he notched it at my entrance and pressed all the way forward in one fluid thrust.
“Oh…God!” I clasped onto his arms, my breath stolen at the sudden intrusion filling me up.
“Too much?” He pulled back with a knowing smirk, grin spreading wider at my reaction to the slide of him through me. Cocky fucking asshole.
But he wasmycocky asshole, and I’d make sure he’d never forget it.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I squeezed around his hips with my legs, drawing him in again as I locked my ankles behind his back.
“Not on your fucking life.” He made sure my panties were still adequately pulled aside before thrusting in earnest, abs flexing like a damn porn star.
“You don’t have to look so smug.” My hands slid around to his back, pulling him down until we were chest-to-chest, and he settled perfectly between my legs.
“I just can’t believe this is real.” Torr’s head went down to the pillow next to me, his nose touching mine. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
I kissed him, wondering how many ‘I love you’s would make him uncomfortable. He wouldn’t say it back to me for a while, if ever. But I knew he was showing me, telling me in his own emotionally-constipated way. He was trying, and I had to meet him where he was, plus make him feel safe whenever he took a chance to be vulnerable.
“You’re getting good at this being sweet thing.” I hugged around him with my whole body, sinking into his delicious thrusts while running my nails up and down his back. “So fucking good,” I added, though the compliment had nothing to do with his sweetness. He took long, deep strokes, stretching me wide and ensuring I felt every glorious inch of him. I moaned against his shoulder, taking the occasional biting kiss of that dense muscle whenever he pressed in especially deep.
“Fucking best I ever had,” he groaned into my neck, hips crashing into me more forcefully.
I laughed with a small nip to his earlobe. “You don’t have to protect my ego.”
“I’m not, Rori.” His head lifted, eyes blazing into mine as he cradled my neck and shoulders. “You know why you’re the best?”
My heart crashing against my ribcage had nothing to do with the sex becoming more vigorous. “No. Why?”
“Because you’re fuckingmine.”
He swelled thicker inside me, and I saw stars with every drag of his cock through me. My head pressed back, and he smothered my moans with deep, passionate kisses that told me more than the words ‘I love you’ever could. He angled my hips higher, striking down with powerful thrusts that hit my clit on every impact. I was screaming into his kiss, the pleasure coursing through me like a fiery river.
“Come for me,” Torr said in a rough demand. His muscles were locked, tense and bulging as he pounded into me relentlessly. “Give me all your fucking pleasure, Rori. I need it.”
