Page 59 of Torn In Two

“Lie on the floor,” he whispered. “I want to put this all over your body.”

Heat flared inside me, reminding me I did indeed like when he told me what to do. It took away the awkwardness I felt at being less experienced. It let my brain shut off for just a while, which was a blessed relief considering it didn’t stop whirling at a million miles a minute every other hour of the day.

I lay out on a nest made of our discarded clothing, not caring the cold floor seeped through in a couple of places. The heat building inside me at the thought of him licking honey off my body was hot enough to keep me warm.

He balled up his shirt and put it behind my head, then squeezed the bottle, covering my breasts in sticky liquid, pooling it in my belly button.

“Spread your legs, Kara.”

Trembling, I widened my thighs, exposing my glistening pussy to him, already wet just from watching him.

Cold honey hit me there, and I cried out in pleasure.

“So fucking sweet,” he growled. “I almost wish I hadn’t put it anywhere else.” He knelt between my legs, bracing himself over me to lick my breasts. He suckled my nipples until they were pink and swollen and clean. Then he trailed his tongue along the soft rolls of my stomach, lapping up the trail of golden liquid.

I laughed when his tongue swirled across my belly button, tickling my skin, but the laughter quickly turned to moans when he kissed and sucked and licked his way lower, over the uneven skin and stretchmarks that had formed when I was pregnant.

His fingers traced the now silver lines reverently, and he gazed up at me. “These were red before.”

I nodded. They’d been red and angry and even sore sometimes, when my belly had been swollen tight with the baby growing inside me. But they’d settled over the years. They’d healed to be barely noticeable unless you touched me there, or you were all up close and personal with them like Hayden was right now.

“This is what makes you sexy,” he whispered, kissing my belly. “This is what turns me on. Knowing that even after everything you went through, you were strong enough to heal.” He kissed my mound. “That’s hot as fuck to me, Kara.”

His tongue pressed between the lips of my pussy, licking the honey from my core along with a generous dose of my arousal. He didn’t stop. He sucked and licked me, cleaning off every trace of honey and whispering sweet words about how beautiful I was in between.

This might have been rough and dirty, on the floor of a pantry, but even if I’d been on a bed somewhere with thousand-thread-count sheets, I wouldn’t have felt more like a queen.

He licked me until my thighs trembled with the force of an impending orgasm. He had to be uncomfortable in the tight space, but if he was, he made no complaint, and I forgot all about how small the space was when he slid his fingers inside me, hooking them to stroke the spot that never failed to get me wet.

The orgasm built quickly, fueled by his praises that I couldn’t get enough of and the talented way he knew exactly how to put his mouth on me. It shook my core until I clenched down around his fingers and grasped the back of his head, holding him there where I needed him, while I moaned his name as loud as I wanted because there was no one outside to hear it.

He finally lifted his head, with lips sticky and glistening with honey or my arousal, I didn’t know which. His fingers were coated in it too, and he wiped them off on his erection. I moaned when he gathered more from my sensitive slit so he was coated in my juices.

Widening my legs, I braced for the thick spear of his erection entering me.

He shook his head, pumping his shaft. “You aren’t ready.”

“I am,” I insisted.

But he wasn’t having it. He stared at the opening between my legs, and then at my breasts, his grip on his cock quickening with every stroke. “I want to come on you,” he murmured, eyes hot. “Hawk filled your pussy. I want me everywhere else.”

My gaze flared, wondering if everywhere else meant my mouth and my breasts and stomach.

Or if it also included my ass.

I trembled, wanting him there but knowing if he didn’t think my pussy could take him, then anywhere else would be impossible right now.

Hayden swiped his cock through my folds, not trying to enter me but keeping his shaft well lubricated.

“Hawk has been working my…” I flushed pink. “But I can’t… Not yet anyway.”

Hayden’s dick wept with precum. “Jesus, are you fucking serious? That hadn’t even crossed my mind. I just wanted to come on your clit and your tits. But now knowing that…” He groaned. “Fuck, that’s so hot. He’s not small. If you’re working up to taking him…” The look on his face was so full of heat and desire there was no mistaking what he was thinking about.

I flushed, but this time it was with pleasure, liking that he enjoyed what I was doing with Hawk and that he found it as hot as I did.

He brushed his cock over my ass, nothing more than a promise of what could come when I was ready, and then he jerked himself, squeezing his balls with his other hand and made a sticky mess of all the places he’d just licked clean.

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