Fixated On You (Torn Series #5) (13 page)

She freaked, thinking it was another man intruding her private moment, tensing and looking like she was about to scram and scream at the same time. Then, when she finally realized that it was
me interrupting her intimate session, she turned pink, possibly embarrassed that I had caught her in the middle of her erotic action.

“Bass! I thought you’d be home tomorrow!”

Well, had I known what my woman was getting herself into whilst I was away, I’d have at least had her let me watch sexy times.

Licking the bottom of my lip, I let the back of my forefinger circle her areola before zeroing in on the tight rose-tip while noting how shallow her breathing had become. “I did tell you I missed, didn’t I?” I murmured as I got on my knees and joined her before spreading her legs wider until they couldn’t go any further apart. Her exposed pussy was sopping wet with traces of some white residue from her ongoing orgasm, making me want to dip my head in between her sex and taste the very heart of her.

Emma was about to pull the vibrator out when I stopped her from doing so. “Keep that in,” I demanded as I pushed the flesh colored dick-like object into her pussy, making her shut her eyes before grunting a moan.
I have a lot of plans with this toy, my love,
I thought wickedly while my eyes were clearly hypnotized at the very sultry sight of her. A woman after the very heart of a man. What was not to love?

Her eyes widened, bulging out of her sockets when the meaning of my words sunk in. “You’re joking,” she whispered in utter disbelief.

Like I would gladly tease my cock like that? Hell to the no. This was a serious situation. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of double penetration, my love?” I was sure each woman had come to a point where they had questions about their body’s ultimate peak of pleasure. From what I had gathered with the female counterparts, DP, when done right, could certainly be the very best way to reach absolute nirvana.

Emma was flabbergasted. She opened her mouth then closed it back again, unable to conjure anything. So instead, she licked her bottom lip with her eyes on my prize before giving my body the full, heated appreciation as her eyes lifted upwards, meeting my intense blues.

Her silence was a major tell tale sign. “You’ve thought about it… wonder where your imagination took you, hmmm?” Whatever it was, her cunt certainly was getting aroused each second that ticked by. Gripping the base of my sex, I waved it before her face, needing her to service me well. “Suck me good for a whole minute. Deep throat and all, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

One of the very reasons that had me addicted to sex with Emma was her out-of-my-mind gifted ability to giving the greatest head I’d had in my life. Believe me, I’d had my fair share of different strokes, and none of them could ever make my toes-curl, eyes roll to the back of my head or had me screaming like a ninny like Emma could. And goddamned, the woman was doing it now, making me incredibly weak in the knees, sucking and relaxing her gag reflex to easily accommodate my size.

“
Christ
, Emma, you’re such a fucking good little sucker,” I grunted out as I lifted my arms and folded them behind my head, enjoying her stunning services.

Each stroke, suck and lick fused my body, burning like hell. When my insides started to coil, tightening as they started to prep my system for my release, I gripped the back of her head and pulled her hair and face away from my dick before I plunged my tongue down her throat while my hand reached in between her legs to manipulate the vibrating device. I kissed her thoroughly until we were both out of breath.

Our chests were heaving, our lips raw and bruised and our eyes were glazed with the savage gluttony of the flesh. Holding the sides of her hips, I slid her down with a quick pull, adamant to feel her moistened heat around me, as I positioned her pussy directly against the tip of my cock with her legs behind her head.

“Baby,” Emma moaned, biting her lip as she waited for me to connect us together, making us one.

Grabbing hold of my dick, I gently slapped the sides of her pussy—the lips, the end of her clit and her wet exposed asshole—lavishing on the heightened pleasure it gave before I lined my length against the crack of her anal hole with slight pressure. Then I roughly slid over it, stroking it back and forth, needing her pussy to weep some more essence to lube up her other entrance.

The second I saw the glistening trickle of her honey, my cock forcefully slid into her excruciatingly tight hole, which made her gasp in pain while I basked in the absolute heaven it gave me. With the dildo stuck in her pussy, it gave me little room to wiggle, thus making it even more intense. Add the vibration of the dildo inside her walls, and the venereal experience was only amplified.

“Did your imagination live up to this?”

She was past hearing me due to her body sending riotous signals everywhere as she tried to gasp and breathe at the same time. 

Nothing could top this for me. Emma kept on giving, and I was the besotted man who could never resist her, needing to always get a fill of my addiction someway, somehow.

“How do you like having two cocks inside you, my love? It feels beautiful, doesn’t it?”
Beautiful?
It was blissful perfection. Epic more like it.

“I love you,” she screamed, tightening around me as I fucked her harder than before, knowing that power thrusts made her orgasms last longer.

“Your cunt looks marvelous, my love. Come on both cocks, my little beautiful slut.  Tighten your walls around them and milk them good,” I commanded, sprung at the lovely sight before me.

I was fucking in love with all of Emma’s shades—the sexy, the shy, the strong-willed and the relentless—
all of her
. I worshipped, on my knees as I vowed to cherish and love her forever.

The term
pussy whipped
sure came to mind.

Chapter 14

Carter

“When are you going to start dating again, man?” Cooper flicked the back of my head with the end of his gym towel before he smacked it on my ass as well.

“What the fuck! Since when did you start swinging to the other side, Coop?” I glared at him, annoyed that he’d made me spit out some of the orange juice I was drinking. It was barely nine in the morning and Cooper was already shitting on my day.
Way to go fucktard
! I shook my head as I scratched the spot that he inflicted on me.

“Fuck off, pervert. I’m asking because I’m sick of being asked by all these women. We’re done with school, but we’re still in SB, so that doesn’t really make a difference. You’re still their living god for some sick reason. If I get as much attention as you do, I’d be rollin’ it, man. You being the dick god
sucks. I mean, a dick god that doesn’t use his dick doesn’t make much sense to me.” Coop kept blabbering as he prepared his post workout drink just as Brody appeared, looking like a lost puppy.

“Oh, here’s another pussy to join in the DG suck group. I’m living with punanis. We need to do some heavy meditation or something ‘cause this shit’s not working, boys.”

Coop seriously was getting on my last nerve while Brody was what? Depressed? Fucked? Yeah, something like that. “You okay, bud?” I eyed him with worry. “Your eyes look shot.” Like the man hadn’t slept in days; wonder what he’s been up to?

Brody simply shook his head and proceeded to make himself a cup of coffee without uttering a damn word.

“No offense. Lindsey’s an amazing chick, and at one point, I almost fucking fell for her, but, bro,” Coop addressed Brody, “you have to stop this, man. She ain’t coming back, especially if you keep crying like a little baby. You gotta show her what she’s missing out, you know.”

“You need to back the fuck off, Coop. I’m not in the mood to be fucked with,” Brody growled at him before taking himself away from the kitchen, leaving a heavily scented trail of freshly brewed coffee in his wake.

Coop snorted, downing half of his drink before sitting across from me, looking like he was about to give me a goddamned speech again.

Before he even began, I butted in to stop his annoying spew of shit. What the fuck did he know anyway? “I don’t want to date; other than being with Emma.”

“Don’t be stupid. She’s with Bass, you idiot.” Coop gave me a weird look, like I’d really lost it this time. “What? You’re just going to sit back and relax until she’s done with him and come swoopin’ in like the last time?”

Like I would tell him that was right. Instead, I gave him a shrug, not wanting to discuss my intentions with Emma. No one would understand. They thought I was simply being stupid because Emma had left me after my major screw-up, but I loved her. I was just a moron who hadn’t seen and appreciated what I truly had before I lost it.

Temptations were everywhere, to this day. Even though I chose not to act on them, I still got tempted from time to time. Fuck, a man could only go for so long on a pussy hiatus without going berserk. Each time I got closer to giving in, I always remembered Emma’s face; the look that she used to give me after she told me she loved me. I clung on to that memory because, honestly, it was all I had at the moment.

There was nothing worse than living in your memories. Knowing that you’d rather close your eyes and transport yourself in that time capsule where you were the happiest, instead of living the emptiness that life was ruled by without that person in your life.

I missed Emma.

I missed her so badly that I hadn’t touched her drawers or any of the things that she had brought to my place because I still expected her to come back. Some thought that this was crazy, Brody most especially, but honestly, no one would understand if I told them that Emma still loved me. It was true, yet I doubt she’d ever admit it out loud. I really believed the only people that knew it were
me, her and Bass.

Fuck yeah, Bass knew. A man would only be paranoid when he felt something was off; intuition was a powerful thing. Hollywood’s pretty boy was walking on eggshells. From the last time I saw Emma, it was obvious that something was making her sad. Her smiles, though bright, didn’t quite reach her eyes. They were dull with a lot of sadness.

Waiting sucked,
but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, right?
So I’d just sit back and wait.  I already was a pro at that.

Hopefully I’d carry on with my cross without tripping along the way. ‘Cause the road was seriously getting rocky and bumpy, and a man could only go so long without losing his mind.

Chapter 15

Emma

We were in our separate walk-in closets, although we usually went back and forth, checking each other out when dressing up. It was one of those cute things we both did. Besides, it always made getting ready so much more fun when you had an audience.

“Babe? Have you been working on your thighs? They look so much bigger—
thicker…
” I murmured, cupping his ass with both of my hands.

Tight.

Toned.

Hard
.

Just the way I liked them. “Oh my God,” I gushed.

“Maybe I did put some extra attention on that area. I know how much you love thighs, and I wasn’t going to let you ogle other men because your man doesn’t have ones that are appealing enough for you,” he ground out, kissing me. “Not happening under my watch.”

He was crazy and I loved every ounce of his mental ass. “I love kissing you and all…” I gasped for breath before he plunged his tongue into my mouth again. “But we have to go and find our dog.”

“I could kiss you all day long, Mrs. Bass Cole.”

Mental.
Sexy
. Ass.  Did I mention how I loved this man? Because seriously, he was giving me major palpitations. “You better watch out, ‘cause you know I’ll boss you around. Still want to marry me?” I was grinning, watching him through my lashes while feeling dozens of butterflies flittering about in my stomach.

“Nah.” He shook his head before licking his bottom lip back and forth with the tip of his tongue. “I think I’ll stay single.”

Oh yeah?
“Coward.”

His eyes sparked fire. “Wench.”

I stuck my tongue out, walking out of his closet as I yelled out, “Chicken shit.”

He followed suit, towards my direction. “Basswhore,” he bellowed after me, laughing.

“Damn straight I am, and I’m proud of it.” I wore the best serious face I could muster, knowing quite well that I was his ultimate numero uno fan. The man caught up with me, spinning me around so we were facing each other. “Basswhore through and through.”

Grinning, he dipped his head and nuzzled my neck. “I love my Basswhores, most especially the President of my loyal club,” he whispered as he cupped my ass with both of his hands, squeezing with gusto.

So this was how our morning started, loving and playful, like we usually were. It made me think of our days in Aspasia. It was just us with nothing in between. There were no other problems back then. Our bond had been strong, I’d felt it in my heart that it was. When you added on other twisting factors in the equation, though, I hoped that I would be sane enough to survive it. Because honestly, even though I might be losing my mind at times, memories like those fed my soul.