Torched (14 page)

Stunned silence took over as he struggled to pull it together, his dick throbbing in need.

Son of a fucking bitch.

She picked up her things and turned around to walk away. Fuck that. He hadn’t misread her body, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around. If she was going to lie, she’d have to do it to his face. “What the fuck are you so scared of, babe?” he fumed.

“I’m
not
scared—”

“The fuck you running from then? ‘Cause you sure as shit weren’t pushing me off you a minute ago—”

“I just got caught up. It was a moment of weakness. Told you I’m not going there.”

Is that what she was going with? A moment of fucking weakness? “Bullshit,” he snapped. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re dealing with here, sweetheart, but I know a goddamn lie when I hear it.”

“Fuck you, you don’t know shit,” she hissed.

“Yeah. Fuck me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? I may not know much about
you
, baby, but I know a thing or two about a woman’s body. I know yours wants the same thing I do. You wanna talk about being weak? You
are
weak if you walk out that door—”

“How the hell do you figure that, Torch? I’m stronger if I stay here and let you screw me like you screw those club whores I’ve heard about?”

What in the
goddamn
fuck
was she talking about now? The way she twisted shit was mindblowing. He scrubbed his beard in frustration. “When have I
ever
treated you like a fucking whore? You’re downright nuts if you think that’s how I see you. Don’t be putting fucking words in my mouth, I can speak for myself.”

“Then what? What do you see?” she demanded. “You and I both know that this—whatever the fuck
this
is—won’t be going anywhere. I’m leaving soon.”

No shit. “You think I don’t know that? Trust me, baby, we’re both on the same page. Difference is, I can appreciate something beautiful when it happens to come around, even if it’s just temporary. I’d rather have one spectacular memory to look back on than nothing at all. I don’t know what the hell tomorrow’s gonna bring, but right here and right now? I want you.
You.
Not some whore.”

“Torch…”

No, fuck that. He was done letting her talk. He wanted her, she wanted him. End of motherfucking story. “You wanna know what I see, Livia? I see a stunning woman standing in front of me. You’re smart, you got guts, and you’re nothing like what I’m used to. You keep me on my toes and make me trip over them every time I just
look
at you. You’re so goddamn sexy that I can’t get my dick to go down, and judging by what I felt carrying you to bed last night, you can’t control that needy pussy either. I can think of a hundred different things I’d rather be doing with my mouth than arguing right now, so cut the shit and admit it. Then, get your fucking ass over here and
take
what you want, like the powerhouse of a woman I know you are.”

Liv’s eyes narrowed and her skin flushed with something primal. She didn’t need to admit anything, it was right there on her face.

She threw her purse to the couch, and like a lioness attacking her prey, tore across the room straight at him. Her hands came up to his chest and shoved him back into the wall with a thud. She slipped her fingers under his cut and pushed it up off his shoulders. His leather hadn’t even hit the floor—a cardinal sin if anybody had been around to see it—before she stood up on her toes, fisted his hair and pulled his lips to hers, her tongue demanding entrance.

Every fucking nerve in Torch’s body hummed with pleasure and greedy desire at the sound of her moaning. Their lips busy doing the tango, he reached around and slipped his hands under her dress, grabbing perfect handfuls of the perfect ass.

Christ, the fucking woman had misplaced her panties again.

Liv whimpered when he peeled his lips away, until he started on a trail of kisses down her neck. She threw her head back, tightening her hold on his hair and sending waves of painful pleasure through him. “Baby…” she moaned, letting herself go.

Her hands slipped under his shirt. Torch, not wanting to take his lips off of her creamy skin for too long, quickly pulled it off and tossed it aside. He reached around again and bent down at his knees, lifting her up from the floor and into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his sides as he spun her around and slammed her back into the wall. With an arm under her ass holding her up, he brushed the sparkly fabric away from her right breast with his fingertips. He did the same with the other, leaving both of her dynamite tits exposed inches from his face.

“Fuck, baby. You’re beautiful,” he murmured, taking in the view. Round and perky and real, they were incredible. His lips took turns clamping down and suckling on each, her nails digging into his back as she dragged them up and down. By now she was panting and twitching.

His dick was ready to explode, straining against his jeans in protest for being confined this long. Like she was in his brain—both of them—Liv unwound her legs. She slid down the wall and back to her feet.

He leaned down to kiss her again, but she was having none of that. She used her body to push him backwards toward the bed, her green eyes burning into his the entire way. As they moved, her nimble fingers unzipped him and released his raging hard-on, before hooking under his boxers and yanking them down along with his jeans.

At the edge of the bed, she shoved him to his back. Bossy woman, this one. The battle for control apparently wasn’t over.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.

She climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs, and leaned down to his ear. He could feel her tits grazing his chest as she hoarsely whispered, “Shut up.”

Shit.

He watched as she slithered back down, her face so close to his skin that every hair on his body stood at attention. As she passed by his cock, she brushed it with her cheek. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” he moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Relax, baby,” she cooed, pulling off his boots and socks.

“Oh I’m relaxed, beautiful. Just wondering why the hell you’re still wearing that damn dress and I’m laying here naked.”

“Oh,” she played up, pulling a clip out of her hair and letting it cascade down. “This old thing? You want it off?”

“Take off the fucking dress, babe, before I tear it off. I wanna see all of you.”

She smiled at him, pulling the dress down past her hips and letting it fall to the floor. Her heels came off too, leaving every inch of her inviting flesh exposed.

Good. Fucking. God.

The she-devil wasted no time. Before he knew it, she was between his legs, caressing his balls and taking the head of his dick into her warm mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes and doing his best not to fire off instantly.

She twirled her tongue around the tip, then took him in whole. He felt her throat relax and his shaft slide in further than it ever had in a woman’s mouth, all the way to the base. A fucking first.

Yeah, she would absolutely be the fucking end of him.

He sat up, hooked his arms under hers and pulled her down on top of him, before rolling over and pinning her to the bed.

“You had your fun, baby,” he growled, his skin tingling from that wild look in her eyes. “My fucking turn.”

After leaving a trail of wet kisses from her tits to her belly, Torch spread her legs open and nuzzled his face between them. Her pussy was perfect, just like the rest of her, and he couldn’t be bothered with formalities before diving in.

Fuck, she was so wet and ready for him already. And she tasted just as good as he’d imagined all those times he jerked off to visions of her, never thinking she’d still be at the Barrel when he came through again. This was turning out to be worth every miserable night of thinking he’d never see her again.

Torch ate her up, using his fingers to spread open her pink folds so he could get his tongue deeper.

Her body tensed and back arched, as she reached down to run her fingers through his hair. “Oh god… baby… so good,” she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his neck.

If the rolling of her hips and engorged clit was any indication, she was close to blowing her own lid.

He looked up and licked her juices from his lips. “That’s it, beautiful, let go,” he ordered. “Christ, you taste so fucking good.” A man could live on this alone.

He went back to work, licking her from back to front, front to back, sometimes stopping to circle around the delicate skin between her ass and pussy, before plunging his tongue back in her.

“Fuck! Torch!” she screamed, just as loud as he’d imagined she would. He could’ve drowned to death in the rush of wetness that escaped her and died a happy man. In fact, he might not be washing his beard for a while, just to keep her scent with him for as long as possible.

As she struggled to catch her breath, he moved up along the side of her body, running his rough palms up her torso and breasts. He hooked a leg over hers and took on her mouth again. Liv kissed him back without a hint of exhaustion or wanting to slow down. Which was good, because he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.

Her hands slipped down to his groin, her fingers wrapping around his rock-hard cock. She pulled her mouth away and sucked on his neck, stroking his eager shaft at the same time. “Who knew you were hiding
this
beast in your jeans,” she teased.

“You never asked,” he murmured.

“My mistake,” she purred.

“Yeah,” he growled, pulling himself on top of her. “Never underestimate me, baby.” After tonight, she would never underestimate him again.

Torch took her arms and pulled them over her head, keeping one hand on her wrists to hold them down.

The last thing he wanted was latex between them, he was clean and every fiber of his being wanted to just go all in before she could protest. But he couldn’t do it. He finally had her where he’d wanted her for two months and didn’t want her freaking out mid-thrust. Once he was in deep, he wasn’t coming up for air until she milked him of every last drop of frustration that had been building up since the day he’d laid eyes on her.

Luckily, after years of practice, he could unwrap and roll on a condom with one hand in no time. He dropped his forehead to hers, positioning his cock at her slit, and began sliding it up and down her wet lips with slow and controlled moves of his hips. As her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a rubber. All it took was a turn of his head to rip it open with his teeth and flick the wrapper aside.

She moaned and pursed her lips, begging for his mouth. He fucking happily obliged, pretty sure he’d never be able to get enough of hers. He wanted to breathe her in and swallow a part of her she could never ask to get back. Because if she was going to take part of him with her—like he already knew would happen—he’d do the same.

As he kissed her with wild abandon, he reached down and rolled the condom on without breaking their flow, then let his hands wander back to those sublime tits. Flawless.

His hands must’ve felt like fucking sandpaper on her skin, but Liv’s body responded with more of that primal desire she’d come at him with. Her breathing became labored and she pushed her groin into his. Her leg curled around his back. “Torch, baby, you’re killing me. Please,” she pleaded.

Jesus Christ, it was music to his ears. “Tell me what you want, beautiful.”

“You know what I—”

“
Tell
me,” he growled.

“Goddamn it… Fuck me, Torch. I need your cock inside me. Now!”

Fuck, there it was. That dirty mouth on his pretty woman. It was too much to handle, he was just torturing himself now. He wanted her. He
needed
her. More than he needed to breathe.

She was completely drenched. He didn’t even have to point it in the right direction, his arrow-straight cock drove into her like a fucking missile.

“Holy shit!” she screamed out, her other leg hooking around him and pulling him deeper into her burning hot center. With every thrust, she pushed into him, enveloping his throbbing dick in her tight walls and clawing at his back hard enough to leave marks. Every inch of her felt like heaven, taking him so deep he thought he’d never get his dick back.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, sweat beading up over every inch of his body. “This pussy could make a grown man weep.”

He wanted to keep her pinned, to possess her until she was a puddle beneath him. But he also wanted to free her from those shackles she wouldn’t talk about. Motherfucking hell, he was turning into
that
guy. And he didn’t even give a shit.

He released her wrists, reached under her, and pulled her body back with his as he leaned back on his knees. She wrapped her arms around his neck and balanced herself in his lap. He didn’t know whether she’d catch the significance of him sharing the reins, but when she pulled back smiling—running those long fingers through his tangled hair—he knew she got it.