Page 3 of Tangling Hearts

Chapter Three

Rebecca

Tommy: looking pained, almost tortured, as he opens the bottle. My Conscience: riddled with guilt that he feels used.

If I’m honest with myself, I wanted him from the first moment he walked into Brendan’s living room with that smile, those sparkling eyes, that sexy, confident swagger. There is no denying it now that I’m watching the muscles of his arms work as he turns the corkscrew – I want this.

“I’m sorry, Tommy. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to come.”

He cuts his eyes to me. “I can leave. Do you want me to go?”

I shake my head and walk up behind him, slide my arms around his waist and press my body to his as he tenses, his whole body rigid… at first. He puts down the bottle, and turns quickly, wrapping his right arm around me and searching my eyes.

“Say you don’t want me to go.”

I blink and look at his lips, the taboo place I was never supposed to be. “I don’t want you to go.”

His eyelashes sweep down. “You’ve got a body like a twenty-one year old, Bec.”

I melt, and before I know what’s happening, he turns me around and pushes me toward the bed. I catch myself with my hands, my oh-so-short dress riding up and showing him my backside.

“Stay like that,” he says, eyeing me, walking from side to side like a Panther in a cage.

I’m bent over, my arms straight, my breath shortening, excited. “I didn’t know if you were going to come,” I whisper over my shoulder, my face half-shielded.

“Why’s that?” He walks closer and lowers onto his knees.

I hesitate, and whisper, “He said he was going to tell you not to come.”

Tommy smirks and runs his fingers up my leg to the back of my knee, and even more slowly up my thigh until he shifts directions and travels inward. “Oh, I’m going to cum. But you first.” I gasp as he lunges his tongue into the crack of my ass. His fingers slip inside and work the folds of my pussy, playing with my clit and slipping inward to penetrate me. I’m shocked, but he’s so good at this that I can’t help but moan, my back arching on its own.

He says on a thick rasp, his fingers still working, “Louder, Bec. You paid for the room.”

He shoves his tongue in again, defiling me until I moan so loud that he pushes three of his fingers in and makes my body quiver with a huge release that brings tears to my eyes. I cry out and rub my ass against his face, savagely aggressive, unchained by society’s conventions as I have never been. He doesn’t stop, one wasn’t enough, and I feel the sharp, burning tingles burrow deep inside me all over again as his fingers pulse in and out of me. I’m losing my mind, feeling like I can’t take it. It’s too much! He licks my cheeks and bites me hard as I quake again, crying out as he wiggles his hand in place and pulls out to cup me and vibrate his strong fingers, until I literally fall apart, collapsing on the bed in front of him, everything wet.

“That’s my girl,” he growls, pulling up my legs and, with one arm, turning me over with the speed of a U.F.C. wrestling move. He grunts a little with the move, and his eyebrows knot, but only for a second. He unzips his pants as I rise up on my elbows to watch him separate my weakened knees with his legs. First one, then the other. Boom. Boom. I’m lying here, on display, his eyes locked between my legs. He drops his pants and shows me what he’s working with - thick, full, and long – a cock that explains why he has so much swagger.

My eyelashes slide up his tight, muscular body half hidden under his shirt, wondering why it’s still on. I meet his eyes, a torrid, animalistic stare that looks back at me as he strokes himself and puts on a condom. Oh good. Just like Mark and Brendan, he’s all for protection. Now that I think about it, they probably just don’t want to get anyone pregnant so no one can stake a claim on them or their great genes; the cocky motherfuckers.

He grabs my legs and drags my ass to the end of the bed. But he moved too quickly, and he cries out and muffles a slew of swear words.

“You okay?” I ask, surprised.

He winces, glancing to my legs, my body open and waiting for him. He’s looking at me like he’s searching for strength. What is going on?

He nods, pushing away a frown. “Yeah. Just pulled something at the gym. My shoulder’s a little sore. It’s all good.” He flashes a sexy smirk and lifts up my knees, wincing as he does.

“That must have been some work out,” I say.

“It was.”

“Well, it was worth it, because look at you.”

He glances to me and something’s behind his eyes, like he heard what I said in a different way than I meant it. “It was worth it,” he smiles.

I hook my feet around his hips, impatient to have him inside me. He’s made me his with the carnal devouring he just pulled on me. There was no shame in it, and that’s contagious. I feel free. I want to feel that free all the time, not just now. I want to be free every second of every minute of every day, for the rest of my life!

Bending his knees a little, he cuts his eyes to mine to watch my face as he plunges his cock into me, growling, “Oh, you’re so fucking wet, Rebecca. Oh fuck!” He closes his eyes and hammers me, holding my legs up high in front of him as he moves, undulating and dipping and getting in deep and hard, moving faster and faster, then slowing up skillfully, knowing how to work it. I claw onto the blankets and clench my teeth under moan after aching moan. We’re panting and groaning together, moving with every thrust, and it is spectacularly fucking hot.

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