Page 11 of Torch
I looked around my tidy, barely lived in, open plan living room and kitchen. Did I really want to have sex somewhere other than my bed? I hadn’t done that before. I was a little unadventurous sexually, usually letting myself be led by whatever things my partner was into. Was he the kind to fuck anywhere? Would he prefer a bed?
“Doc, I’m getting blue balls here. You wanna pick a fucking location, so I can get you naked?”
I opened my mouth to speak, and his phone starting ringing in his pocket and he cursed, dragging it out and sighing as he saw who was calling him. It was clearly someone important, because he lifted a finger as he answered it. Was that a ‘shut up while I talk’ finger, or an ‘I won’t be long’ finger. I wanted it to be an ‘I’m going to fuck you with this finger’ finger.
“Pres? Everything okay?”
Torch suddenly rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and sighed heavily.
“Jesus, yeah. No, you’re right, I should have checked in or something. I bumped into an old friend, and we’re at uh… her place.”
A friend? An old friend? As in I looked old? I found myself wondering if I looked old to Torch. Was this a pity fuck? He frowned in my direction, and caught my hand as I lifted it to my face. He shook his head at me, and squeezed my fingers lightly, not releasing my hand as he carried on speaking.
“No, I appreciate that lockdown isn’t the ideal time to get my dick wet, Pres, but uh… actually Lissa’s advice was to-” He smirked at me then. “Yeah, I knew you’d see right through that. If you really need to know, I’m seeing a doc right now. A follow up from my recent injury, remember how I got stabbed and nearly died?”
He was such a wiseass, but I was finding it strangely endearing, even though he was clearly speaking to someone he should be deferring to, because he called the guy Pres, and I had a feeling that meant it was the Club President. Not that I’d researched motorcycle clubs at all, of course.
Torch was gesturing at me, and I finally caught on, biting my lip as I racked my brain, trying to remember who I even was at work.
“Mr North, if you’re quite finished with your phone call? I don’t have all day.”
His grin widened and he cleared his throat.
“Sorry, Pres. You heard the doc, I’m wasting her valuable time or some shit. I’ll be back in a few hours, yeah?”
He ended the call, and shoved his phone back in his pocket.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are in doc mode? You turn that voice on me in the bedroom, and I’m gonna be like a fucking schoolboy, jizzing my pants instead of giving you the dicking down you deserve.”
Did that mean he only found me hot in doctor mode as he called it? Why was I so insecure around him? Why did I always feel like I didn’t measure up in some way?
“Doc? Seems to me you’re reading into everything I say, and thinking I’m talking you down.”
How was he so observant? Were all bikers this good at reading people, or was it a Torch-specific gift?
“Hey, look at me.”
I lifted my eyes, surprised to find they’d dropped to stare at the floor as my confidence left me.
“Sorry,” I whispered, seeing that frown cross Torch’s face once more.
“Not sure what you think you need to apologise for, doc. Do you have an actual name, or do I just keep calling you that? I mean, it’s hot, but a little impersonal. You don’t call me ‘biker’ right?”
He was touching my face again. How was a rugged, dangerous man like him so gentle? Why did his touch feel loving and sweet, when I expected roughness and dismissive touches?
“Grace,” I finally said, when I realised he was still waiting for an answer. He smiled, stroking my cheek.
“That’s the perfect name for you, fits you like a glove. Now if you don’t mind, I really wanna strip you of every inch of clothing, and fuck you until the only thing you remember is how well my cock fits inside you.” Oh god, heat flooded me, and I think I moaned in response.
Seven
Well,docwasreallycalled Grace, and I wasn’t lying to her about that. It was a really fitting name for a lady as elegant as her. What I didn’t understand was why she was lowering herself to be in the presence of an asshole like me. I was in no way worthy of a woman like her. Luckily for me, I had no morals, so taking advantage of her interest in a little bit of rough was no big issue. I’d give her a damn good fucking night, and leave her run ragged and dripping with cum.
Was there anything sexier than a woman so fucking horny, she’d forgotten how to think or speak? She was literally just staring at me, practically in a daze, and I couldn’t hold back. I reached forward and gripped her chin lightly.
“Don’t you want my tongue fucking that sweet pussy of yours? You don’t want to feel my hard cock driving deep inside you, and fucking you so hard you can’t breathe? I’m not exactly the sweet and gentle kind, love. I don’t really do the emotional shit, like making love, or whatever. I’m more about gratification, but I’m an equal opportunities gratifier. Where’s your fucking bedroom?”
She blinked at me for a moment, her mind still trailing over each of my words, and then those lips parted on a gasp. I tucked my thumb over her bottom lip, brushing it over soft flesh, with the slight scrape of teeth.
