Page 175 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
“Jesus,” I breathe out. “Fuck, Torren.”
My back arches as he throws my legs over his shoulders and reaches up my body to palm both of my breasts. The sight is obscenely sexy. His mouth covers my pussy, and he hums as he fucks me with his tongue. His dark curls stand out starkly between my pale, freckled thighs, and his glittering green irises peer up at me through the valley between my breasts. He squeezes, pinching my nipples, and shoves his tongue inside me before moving back to my clit.
I gasp and jerk my hips, grinding myself on his mouth, and he growls. The vibrations skitter over my swollen, wet pussy, and I move faster. I sink my hands into his hair and pull hard at the root in that way I know he loves, and then I fuck his face as he attacks my clit with his lips, tongue, and teeth.
Within seconds, my body is bowing with the force of my orgasm. Torren kisses and nips his way up my body, painting me with his tongue and my arousal on his lips, until his hard cock is resting on my pelvis. He rocks back and forth, rubbing himself against me slowly while I work to catch my breath.
“Let’s fuck in the studio.”
I pant out a laugh in response, and he nips at my jaw.
“I’m serious. I want to record the sound you make when you come. Then, next time we’re on different tours, I can listen to it while I beat off.”
I roll my eyes and snake my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his erection. “That’s a ridiculous idea.”
He props up on his knees, giving me the leverage I need to position the head of his cock at my entrance. He groans. “Why ridiculous?”
Slowly, I raise my hips, sliding him inside me, humming my pleasure as I stare into his eyes. “Because Sav’s got the next two years planned already, and she’s made it so we almost never have conflicting schedules.”
I thrust my hips, fucking his cock, and his mouth falls open on another groan when I clench around him. “Fuck, you’re evil.”
I laugh. “We have fourteen minutes.”
“Fuck.” He drops his face to my neck and starts pumping his hips, taking control. “I love how wet you get.”
He kisses me deeply, swallowing my whimpers as he fucks me harder. Deeper. So deep, hitting that spot, my muscles start to spasm.
“Fuck yes. Come for me again, Firebird.”
I choke on a moan, tightening my thighs around his hips, digging my nails into his biceps. Then he cocks his hips to the side, and I come with a scream that I bury in his chest. He speeds up, fucking me faster, chasing his own orgasm. When I can tell he’s close, I clench, and he spills himself inside me. He fucks me until he’s spent, and then he collapses beside me.
“How’d we do,” he mumbles into the pillow, and I cast my eyes to the clock on the wall.
“One minute.”
He groans, then kisses me, tongue gliding over mine in a way that could make him late. I push on his chest with a laugh. “Go. I’m right behind you.”
Reluctantly he pulls out of me and stands, and just before he leaves to throw his clothes back on, I let my legs drop open. His eyes fall on my exposed pussy, still swollen and dripping with his release.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
He starts to stalk back toward the bed, but I slap my legs closed with a laugh and point at the clock. “Get out!”
He narrows his eyes and smirks. “Your panties better be soaked with my cum when we get back here. I want it leaking from you all night. I want you to smell like me. I want it dripping down your fucking thighs.”
I arch a brow. “In front of one hundred and twenty-five thousand people.”
“More than that, Firebird.” The smile that takes over his face is nothing short of indecent. “This show is being live-streamed.”
He winks once, then turns and walks out.
I give myself ten minutes to breathe, then I get up, get dressed, and head out behind him. When I get to the main stage, Sav is just stepping up to her mic, and the crowd is already going nuts for her. This show is going to be epic.
“Good evening, Arizona! How you all doing tonight?” Sav’s voice booms through the crowd, the echoes being swallowed up by the cheers of Heartless fans. “We are honored to be back here in the desert to celebrate ten amazing fucking years of ArtFusion with all of you. It’s going to be a great show, and we have a few surprises planned for you.”
She grins as the crowd noise rises once more, and she throws a look over her shoulder at Mabel, Torren, and Rocky.
“I think y’all know my band, right? Torren King over here on bass, Mabel Rossi on drums, and Caveat Lover’s own Rocky Hallstrom on lead guitar.”
