Page 143 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
Torren sets me on my feet, spins me around, and presses my back against the door. He reaches behind my back to turn the lock, then drops to his knees. Within seconds, my shorts are at my ankles and his face is sunk between my thighs. He inhales deeply, humming.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. The way you smell. The way you taste.”
His mouth covers my pussy, and his tongue laves against the silk fabric of my underwear. I grab his hair and tug, staring down my heaving chest at him. He pulls back, just far enough to crook his finger into the crotch of my panties and pull it aside. I’m hot, wet, and aching for him. When he puts his mouth on me again, that wicked tongue of his wastes no time.
“Jesus, Tor.”
My back bows. I press myself against him, grinding on his tongue without inhibition. We’re past that now. I have no issue with riding his face in the dressing room after a sold-out show. I don’t even care if someone hears me at this point. I’m that gone for him.
Torren slides two fingers into me, thrusting roughly as he sucks my clit, and I come with a strangled cry in a matter of seconds. I barely catch my breath before he’s kissing me, driving me crazy with the way he tastes of me. Blood pulses through my lips, my clit, my nipples. I want to rub myself on him to get some relief. I want to feel him.
My hands go straight to his pants, undoing the button and shoving my hand into his underwear so I can wrap my fingers around his hard cock. We both moan as I squeeze, using my other hand to shove his pants down his narrow hips.
He keeps his arms braced on the door, caging my head between sculpted, tattooed forearms. His lips stay parted, breathing heavily and watching with rapt attention as I touch him frantically. As soon as his pants are below his ass, his cock jutting out proudly between us, I notch my leg on his hip and guide him to my pussy. He shoves into me in one stroke, our pelvises kissing as I gasp.
“I dream about this, Firebird. I wake up hard as fuck just needing to be inside you.”
He hits me deep with small pumps of his hips, pinning me to the door with his whole body, and I meet his thrusts with matching ones of my own. I can’t get enough of the way he looks when I fuck him back, when I move on him like this. His green eyes are thin halos around his enlarged pupils, his full lips flushed and swollen as he pants. When I clench around him, his lashes flutter, his eyes roll back, and he lets out a groan that vibrates in his chest.
“God damn it, you were made for me.” He speeds up his movements. “You were fucking made for me, baby.”
He snakes his hand between our bodies and rubs my clit, the sensation setting my whole body ablaze. I tingle from my head to my toes. When he thrusts harder, faster, my moans resemble chants, crying out every time he hits that place deep inside me.
“I’m going to come,” I manage to force out just before my orgasm crashes over me.
I sound like I’m drowning, unable to make a full sound due to the way the air has been sucked from my lungs. The way my soul is fucking rattled. It takes me several moments before I can feel my limbs again, and my pussy pulsates around his dick. When I finally open my eyes, I can tell from his face that he’s holding on for me.
“You want to come?” I ask breathlessly.
“Fuck, I do.”
I move my hands to his chest and push, backing him up and breaking our connection, then I drop to my knees.
“Christ.” It’s barely a whisper, then he stares, lips parted, as I take his cock down my throat. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”
I only have to pump him twice, swallow around him once, before he’s filling my mouth with his release with a long, drawn-out groan. I suck him until he pulls out of my mouth and tugs me back to my feet.
“Firebird, you’re trying to kill me,” he rasps, kissing my lips while he tries to catch his breath. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
I smirk. “I didn’t think there was anything I could do to surprise you, King.”
I mean it. I’m sure there’s not a damn thing he hasn’t done or had done to him. It doesn’t bother me. It’s just a fact. Letting him fuck me against the door is likely tame compared to his past antics.
Torren chuckles. “Baby, everything you do surprises me. Everything.”
38
CALLIE
My phone ringsjust as Torren and I are about to leave the suite.
Jonah’s gone already, and Damon and Craig are in the lobby. Everyone is just waiting for us, so I don’t stop as I answer the phone.
“Hey, Glor.”
“Are you here yet?”
“Not yet. Heading to the airfield to board the jet now.”
