Page 24 of For Pucking Keeps

I do what he’s telling me, moving enthusiastically, mimicking him. The sound of my real name leaving his lips only spurs me on. Tor’s dick rubs my clit hard and fast. I release a long groan; this shouldn’t feel so fucking good. I’m groaning from dry humping. Dry. Humping. I’m thrown back to the days of being a teenage girl masturbating to posters of my favorite R&B group. I don’t have a bit of remorse about it as I reach my peak. I cry out, the friction too much and not enough. “You have everything you need, Jaz. Cum. For. Me,” he growls. “Give it to me.”

Now, I understand why he calls me Supernova, I explode. The crux of it all, I am still in my clothes. I cum so hard, I jerk in his hold, but Tor only pulls me into his arms, crashes his lips to mine and swallows my cries with another punishing kiss. He licks his way into my mouth, tasting and teasing me with his tongue. I’m drunk, or at least that’s how I feel. My head is spinning, my limbs loose and limp, my stomach is a fluttery mess of anticipation. But Tor doesn’t relent, he keeps plundering my mouth as he walks us through his penthouse, up the stairs, and into his room. He has my full undivided attention, so I don’t notice anything else about the place. I only see him.

Tor breaks our kiss and lets me slide down his body. When my feet hit the ground he reaches out his arms to steady me with a knowing smirk. “You know, I had a fantasy of fucking you in my jersey the first night I saw you in it. I want to say keep it on, but I need to see your body, Supernova.”

I stand transfixed as he begins to strip. He snatches his bowtie off and tosses it to the floor, long, thickfingers pluck away the buttons of his dress shirt. His smooth brown skin sends my senses into overdrive, and seeing his hard, corded muscles has my fingers flexing by my sides with the need to touch and taste every inch of him.

“See something you like, Jaz.” Tor pauses as he lets the shirt fall off his arms and my tongue threatens to fall out of my mouth and roll along the floor. He is a masterpiece of sculpted skin and fine lines of perfection.

“Yes.” I try to sound sultry, but my breathlessness falls flat. Swallowing hard, I look away. I give his room a cursory glance, noting the massive platform bed with plush black and gray bedding. The windows extend all the way up from the ground floor giving an even more spectacular view than the one below. The room is masculine, and Tor paid handsomely for someone to make his room architectural digest perfection. Suddenly I feel like I’m out of my depth. How is this man standing before me? A man who looks like an Orisha God. I don’t feel worthy. How can he possibly want someone like me? I know this is not the time or place for my insecurities to resurface, but they’ve blasted out the ironclad box in my mind with a vengeance.

I close my eyes, fighting against the memories of Shaun. How hard I had tried to please a man so unworthy of me. I ate nine miles of his bullshit daily because I thought it was love. I still hear Shaun telling me how I could improve if I exercised more. If I listened to his advice about my health and nutrition the discipline would carry over to my writing. ‘I only want what’s best for you, Alexis’, he would say. Fuck that noise, because that’s exactly what it was. Noise.

Gentle fingers grip my chin, and my head is turned to look up into Tor’s concerned face. “What just happened? I lost you there, Supernova.” He steps into the space between us, his body flush with mine again. His warmth is all I need to blink away the darkness gripping me. I didn’t realize I retreated away from him. I was so lost in my thoughts.

“Truth?” I ask, knowing the answer before it leaves his mouth. I don’t need to ask but I’m stalling. The man has given me nothing but honesty and I have to do the same.

“I will accept nothing but,” he replies as he places his hands on my hips and lets out a calming breath. His fingers seek out my skin underneath my jersey. When his fingers graze my skin, my breath hitches, and I almost forget what I’m about to say. He waits patiently for me to speak as he begins to draw lazy circles along my hip.

I shrug, because there is no logical reason for me to feel this way. “Insecurity. I’m not perfect but, baby, look at you.” I gesture with my chin towards his naked chest and look away. “No wonder people are talking about us. I don’t fit.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, the grip of Tor’s fingers tighten. The pinch on my skin doesn’t hurt to the point of pain, but it’s enough to make me aware of his dislike of what I just said.

“Look at me, Alexis.” When I hear my real name, I immediately look up. I love how he uses it sparingly, only when it’s important and meaningful.

“I am only going to say this once more, because I don’t think it got through to you the other day. You. Are. Beautiful. Each and every curve of your body only makes me want you more. Don’t let anyone tell you how to love your body, only you can do that. I can tell you I want you, desire you, can’t stop looking at you. But you have to believe it. If I need to remind you of it every damn day and night, then it is a task I will make my priority. Do you feel how hard I am? My dick doesn’t lie, and neither do I. I don’t give a damn about what people say about you on my arm or vice versa. You are mine. All of you. It wasn’t said in jest. I meant it. What’s happening between us feels predetermined. I can’t explain it, but you, this, it feels right. So, I’m going to need you to live in the moment with me, Supernova. We are going to have to learn to bask in the sun when we can together because occasions like this will be few and far between. Do you feel me, Jaz?” He smiles and I melt into his hold. God damn, this man, he knew exactly what to say and how to say it.

“I feel you, Tor,” I say, fighting back the need to cry, because that would really kill the mood. I nod my head because what else can I say. He’s right, I love who I am. I am comfortable in my skin, but that’s the thing about our pasts, it loves to creep up and debilitate us during the most inopportune times.

“Good, because I’m going to need you to strip out of these clothes. Sit on my face and let me worship you like the goddess you are.” The shift in the conversation is so abrupt, my mouth falls open in shock. Tor reaches up and closes my mouth with a nudge of his finger. “Don’t worry, Supernova, I’ll make use of your open mouth later, baby, that’s a promise.” He winks, then gestures with his chin towards the bed. “Now strip.”

I watch him pull the belt from his suit pants. I’m gawking when he slides his pants over the roundest, finest ass I’ve ever seen. Damn, hockey players hit differently.

“Are you going to take off your clothes? Or do you need some help? If I touch you, you will leave here naked in the morning, Jaz. Your choice,” he says as he turns to me completely naked, and oh, sweet baby Jesus, it’s like Christmas, my birthday, and Halloween all in one package. Torrance Bailey, I have no words.

I don’t think, I start throwing my clothes off like a woman possessed. Hell, maybe I am. All my self-consciousness is long gone.

Tor stretches out on his back, his huge body laid out in front of me like a buffet of my wildest dreams. His dick, I can write soliloquies about it, long, thick, and standing proud, waiting for me.

When I move toward the bed, he holds up his hand to stop me. “Turn around for me and show me my gift, Supernova.” His voice is deeper, more demanding, and full of need. I have to do the thigh squeeze because the sound goes straight to my clit. I turn slowly. He hisses in response.

“You’re beautiful, Alexis. You’re beautiful and you’re mine, baby. Now get over here and sit on your throne, Queen.”

Well, damn, if you insist.

Arms wrap around my thighs, holding me in place. Tor’s nose circles my clit, his tongue—“Oh God!”—spears my entrance, and I am screaming. My hands are planted firmly in front of me, the wall my only anchor as this man feasts on my pussy, sucking out my soul, like the body snatcher he is.

“This.”—suck—“Pussy.”—Lick—“Is.”—Swirl—“Mine.” Tor bites my clit, and I see stars. No, I see the moment God himself touched the cosmos and galaxies were created. I writhe above him, my orgasm transcendent as he continues to fuck me with his tongue.

A gasp escapes my lips at our sudden change of position. With a move worthy of an acrobat, he maneuvers me so I’m on my back, legs spread wide as Tor rises above me palming his already leaking dick.

The way he wipes his mouth then licks the back of his hand tasting my cum is so obscenely delicious and I whimper from the sight.

Tor looks down, his smile beatific and salacious. “You want to taste yourself on my lips, Supernova? You want to know why this”—he palms my pussy and I hiss in response, raising my hips for more—“Is my new favorite pastime?” he asks.

I’m nodding, so ready for more. Tor can ask me for anything right now and I’ll oblige. I’m in a lust haze so thick I can’t think straight. He leans forward, stalking my mouth, and I part my lips to welcome him in. He kisses me so thoroughly; he brings tears to my eyes. I’ve never felt so cherished in my life. There’s adoration in this kiss, the feeling of completion, finality so profound, I know there’s no coming back from this night.

I break our kiss, searching for the anxious man from earlier, the one who showed me a glimpse of his shy vulnerability as he fumbled his words. I don’t find him, instead I see surety looking back at me. He gave me a chance to leave, to walk away and I couldn’t. I felt the chemistry between us, the possibility of what we could be, of love, despite my fears, and fell just as hard. How is it possible to know you’re going to love someone from the moment you first meet? I thought love at first glance was mere plot points. Fantastical romantic musings that sell books, because lord knows, I never thought in a million years I would experience it. I realize now, more now than ever, that Shaun never wanted me like this. But here I am, with this mountain of a hockey player between my thighs, and all he’s asking of me is to be open to the possibility of us, to be his. So, I let go.

“I need more Tor, please fuck me,” I plead, wanting to feel him inside of me, for him to claim me, make me his in every way.

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