Page 97 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
“You can change your mind. Just tell me no, and we can stop.”
I swallow and shake my head. “I don’t want to stop.”
He grins as he closes the distance between us, then slowly lowers to his knees before me.
“I want to tongue-fuck your pretty little pussy, and then I’m going to flip you over and sink my aching cock into you, so should I take off these sexy panties, or do you want to do it?”
I lift my hips, giving him permission, and he quickly strips my underwear down my thighs and drops them on the couch beside me, then he spreads my legs wide in front of him.
I turn bright red. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck and chest, setting my cheeks ablaze, but he doesn’t seem to notice. I’ve never been naked with a man. I’ve never had a man between my legs with his eyes greedily staring at my sex.
Before I can say anything, he moves his hand from my thigh to my clit and rubs lightly. I suck in a breath with a hiss, and he grins before bending forward and licking right up my slit. I gasp and buck, and he clamps his hands tightly around my thighs. His mouth leaves my core only to bite my inner thigh, making me cry out, and then he goes back to licking.
Tongue-fuckingme, as he called it.
His fingers enter me without warning. It stings, but his tongue doesn’t relent, and the pain fades quickly.
“Oh god,” I moan, feeling the vibrations of his chuckle against my skin.
My hips start to move of their own accord, rubbing on his face the way I was rubbing on his cock earlier. I’m too focused to feel embarrassed. I don’t even think about it when my hands slip into his hair, pulling him closer and moving faster. I’m chasing another orgasm when he removes his mouth and flips me onto my stomach.
My knees hit the bus floor roughly, my bare stomach and chest flat on the cushion with my face pressed uncomfortably into the back of the couch. Just as I push myself onto my forearms, he enters me, and I’m hit with a wave of stinging pain. I gasp out a yelp and grit my teeth, but hedoesn’t pause. He moves quickly, in and out of me, hitting my body in places I’ve never explored.
I brace myself against the couch with one hand and glance over my shoulder at him. His hands are gripping my hips tightly, eyes clamped shut and head tilted to the ceiling as he fucks me.
The pain blends with the pleasure until the pleasure has diluted the pain to almost nothing. I moan and push back into him as I brace myself on the couch. He thrusts hard and fast before reaching around and putting his fingers on my clit. He rubs fast, and I whimper, tightening my hold on the couch until my fingers ache.
I can’t even describe the way I’m feeling. Like I’m on fire. Like electric shocks of pure pleasure are jolting through my bloodstream. I want more, but I also can’t handle it. I’m overwhelmed in the most blissful way, and I already know I’ll want to do this again when it’s all over. If I survive it.
“Are you close?”
Torren’s voice is raspy and strangled when he asks, tending to my clit while still moving in and out of me. I can’t form words. All I can do is moan and nod.
“Good.”
When I orgasm, he growls and picks up his pace, fingers digging into my waist and hips thrusting roughly until he lets out a groan so deep that it sounds like a roar. His body stutters, his grip tightens, and I know he’s come. I hear his heavy breathing. Feel him slip out of me and throw himself onto the floor. Then slowly I turn around and perch my ass on the edge of the couch. My thighs are sticky, and my heart is still racing. I have this weird longing to be touched or held, but Torren’s eyes are still closed and he’s paying no attention to me.
I don’t know what to say.
I’m running it over in my mind when a slow clap startles me, and I whip my head to the back of the bus to find Jonah stepping toward us. Immediately, my arms go up to cover my chest, but from the predatory gleam in his eye, I have a feeling he’s already seen everything. I had completely forgotten about him.
Torren lets out a small huff of laughter and smirks as he peers up at Jonah. He doesn’t move to cover himself, either. His arms are justsprawled out, his dick exposed and still encased in a cum-filled condom.
I don’t know when he put the condom on, but I cringe when I see the faint ring of blood around its base. I frantically look at Torren, then at Jonah, but it seems neither has noticed yet.
“Told ya,” Jonah says to Torren cryptically, then turns his attention to me. “Bathroom’s back there, sweets.”
To Jonah’s credit, his eyes never leave my face, but he doesn’t look away until I start to stand. Torren doesn’t make a move to stop me.
I snatch my sundress and underwear from the couch and scurry in the direction of the bathroom, practically hurling myself inside and slamming the door behind me. When I catch sight of my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, my hands cover my mouth to stifle my yelp.
“Oh my god,” I whisper into my hands. “What the actual fuck.”
My upper body is covered in bruises. Hickeys and bite marks decorate my breasts and collarbone, with one particularly brutal one on my neck just under my ear. When I look down, I find two more bite marks on my inner thigh. Honestly, I look like I’ve been attacked by a vampire, and I stare wide-eyed at my body for several moments, trying to process what I’m seeing. After the initial surge of shock fades, though, I have to fold my lips between my teeth to hide my giggle.
“Oh mygod.”
Torren fucking King has left hickeys on my body. I just gave my first ever hand job and my virginity to Torren fucking King, and I have a body covered in bruises to show for it. I wish I had a friend I could talk to about this. I feel like I need to squeal into a pillowcase or something. Instead, all I have are the guys.
