Page 21 of Torn Between Two Worlds

She couldn't breathe. Her brain was racing, and her heart was pounding from the tension from their kiss. Again, just like before, it was right after an attack. And she didn't give a damn.Again. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she had her eyes squeezed tightly shut so she wouldn't see the judgment in her Guardian's eyes.

“Now, Stryder. I want it this time. I want you this time.”

His low growl sent shivers through her body, soaking her panties with desire and need for him. She'd never felt that with Alcott. How had the sexual bond not formed?

She felt Stryder’s hand gently stroke down her cheek, and she couldn't wait. The desire felt as if it would burn her from the inside if she didn't give into it. She leaned forward, tried to press her lips to his, and he stopped her.

“Ciara. Not like this. Not unless you can open your eyes and look at me when you say it. I can smell you. I know you physically want it. Gods be damned, I'd be lying in saying I didn't want you. But you're a mess, and I'm not taking you like this. Not unless you emotionally want it,” his voice was rough, strained.

She brushed her hand over his crotch, he wasn't erect, but he was getting there. Strange, because he'd been a tent out on the sidewalk.

Do I really want this?A few weeks, that was all it had been. She had yet to really accept his replacement of Alcott. And Derrick in a way. She squeezed her eyes tighter and shook her head, but she wasn't sure if she shook it yes or no as she battled her private demons. It could just be sex. She could just give in, strengthen the bond Stryder claimed needed to be there, and then never do it again. She couldn't ignore it, but she refused to think about why right then.

Her hand rubbed a gentle circle, and she felt his cock respond. “So big, so responsive.” She almost didn't recognize the lust in her voice. Her hand slid the zipper down, and his cock moved through the opening. She wrapped her hand around his length, stroked him from base to head and rubbed her finger into his pre-cum.

Then she opened her eyes and stared into his, which were burning with a hunger for her, and she bet her eyes matched his. “Yes. I want this. Now.”

His mouth covered hers so quickly, she was breathless. His hands moved up and down her back as he fucked her mouth with his. She couldn't remember ever being kissed like that. Pleasure coiled in her stomach, and she released his cock. Tugging her dress up, she leaned against him, rubbing her swollen clit and soaked underwear against his large cock. Her hips bucked as he pushed her off his cock and continued to kiss her hard.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I'm still exploring you here.”

His mouth came back down on hers, and she cried out into his mouth as an orgasm rocked through her body. From just his kiss. When he pulled back, his look was pure animalistic, pure sex.

“And that was just the start. Just you wait until I touch you. Until I plunge my cock into you and take you fully, claim you.”

She barely heard him through the pleasure-induced fuzz in her head. She was panting and wanted more. Wanted exactly what his harsh words said. “Yes.”

She shuddered as his finger traced a path from her chest to her navel. His hand wound in her hair and his body crowded her backward. Heat pooled between her legs, and she moaned as she rubbed against the erection that was full and hard. His returning growl sent shivers through her. When his mouth came down upon hers, claiming it with his tongue, she cried out. Her tongue stroked against his as his hand pushed her dress over her head, and his finger pinched her pebbled nipples. Her moan was loud, and her pleasure was building again. She wanted more than his kiss.

Her exposed back pressed into the wall, and a chill from the coolness shot through her, mixing with the rising heat Stryder was evoking in her. His hands tugged on her hair just enough to shoot waves of need through her body. Her hands clenched, and she reached out, pulling his shirt. He broke the connection with her long enough to let her pull the front of his shirt over his head.

She tugged on his lower lip with her teeth, and his answer was to tweak her nipples harder. His erection pressed into her stomach. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist, trapping his cock between their bodies as she moaned and ground against it, daring it to slip inside her. Her inner walls were slick, ready for him and clenching with need.

He walked the few steps to the kitchen, set her down on the counter, and spread her legs. His swift fingers immediately played across her wet folds, brushing back and forth over her core. Her eyes went dark with pleasure, and she cried his name when a finger slipped inside her, thrusting in and out in a gentle rhythm. Her hips gyrated against his finger even as her body began to vibrate with her need for release.

A second finger joined the first, and her hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping the thick erection in time with his strokes. She cried out when his fingers slipped free of her body seconds before she was about to shatter. She opened her eyes to look at him and went to grab his head when she felt the scruff of his unshaved face brush against her inner thigh. His tongue rasped across the sensitive flesh of her clit, and her legs squeezed together. His erection slipped from her hands as she was lost in sensation.

Mewls of need and desire escaped from her throat as he alternated between long licks across her pussy and deep thrusts of his tongue inside her. Her hands were fisting in his hair, tugging him closer, pushing his tongue further inside.

“Stryder!” His name a desperate cry on her lips, and she felt him laugh, the vibration causing her hips to buck and impale deeper on his wicked tongue.

She was almost to the point of thrashing about as he licked her, putting more and more pressure behind each stroke of his tongue. She bit down on her lower lip as her orgasm shot through her, and she tasted blood as she tried to stop her shout from being heard by all awake. He continued to lap at her until she was shaking.

When he retreated from between her thighs, he grinned wickedly at her.

“Oh no, you don't get to do that to me, to torture me and make me come like that without some of your own, Guardian.” Sliding off the counter to sink to her knees, she heard a chair scrape across the floor as he pushed it back and sat down, the smirk still on his face.

Her hand cupped his cock at the base, and her other hand pumped up the length of it. Once. Twice. Three times. She slowly and gently licked across the bead of cum at his tip. Swirling her tongue under his head and playing with the tender skin, she sucked him deep into her mouth. One of her hands pumped his length near the base, and the other massaging his balls. Stroke after stroke, she took him inside her until she could tell by his noises he was coming close. Grinning wickedly, she pulled him out of her mouth with a popping sound.

“Now, now have some patience. You got to play with me, and I'm going to return the favor until it's you screaming my name.” Rising up a little, she pressed her arms together, squeezing her breasts together and letting his cock run up the crease and slip between them. She used her own body to move her breasts up and down his cock, letting her tongue flick out and lick the tip each time it came near. She locked her eyes with his and saw the battle he fought, presumably not to flip her over and drive into her, which was almost what she wanted.

She cried out when Strider's finger pushed its way inside her again in her distraction. She was so wet and ready, it took all she had not to come undone when he slipped another in. Placing her arm on his wrist, she slid his fingers out of her.

“Not that I don't approve, but this is my turn, and I want you in my mouth. I want to suck you till you lose control and come.” She didn't understand where this person came from. Sex had never been like that with Derrick. She’d enjoyed it, but she'd never felt the throbbing between her legs or the need to prove how hot she could be.

Bending over, she ran her tongue down the length of him. His groan had his hands coming to her shoulders and pushing her to her knees. Over and over, she slid her tongue up and down him, tracing patterns over him before she sucked one of his balls between her lips. As she licked him, she massaged the other. Going back and forth as her hand pumped over his cock.

When she felt moisture seeping from his tip, she sucked him deep, releasing his balls and shaft. She was going to make sure he remembered this, after making her come from his kiss. Rising, she grabbed him by the arm and tugged him to the refrigerator. Opening the freezer door, she stuck her hand in the icemaker and pulled out a piece. Bringing it to her lips, she ran the cool cube over the seam and let her tongue dart out to lick away the moisture.

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