Page 96 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
His hand leaves my hip and tangles in my hair, clutching at the roots near my nape, and then he tugs. I cry out as my face tilts toward the ceiling and his mouth moves to my neck. He bites, sucks, kisses, bites, sucks, kisses. He doesn’t release my hair, never halts the motion of his body connecting with mine. My arms wrap around him, and I move faster, harder, my throbbing clit meeting his erection with every thrust of our hips. My breasts press into his chest, my sensitive nipples dragging over his sweat-slicked skin, sending tingles through me. My neck, my chest, my core. Flames engulf my whole body, on fire for him. He hums against my neck, teeth grazing over my pulse point.
“Burn for me.” He whispers it once, then repeats it with more volume. “Burn for me.”
Torren’s movements grow more aggressive, pressing into me in a way that erases everything else. The connection is constant, the friction unrelenting, and all I can do is hold on as desire unfurls in my stomach and explodes, rippling outward and making everything around me shake. Torren’s name escapes my lips on a moan as my pleasure crests, and then his thrusts slow, allowing me to ride out the waves of my orgasm until it’s finished.
I’m still panting, my head tipped to the ceiling when his mouth leaves my throat and his fingers release the hair at the nape of my neck. His cock is still hard beneath me, but he’s no longer thrusting against me. When I open my eyes, he’s once more relaxing against the back of the couch with the joint between his lips. He smirks, his eyes running over my face, neck, and chest.
“You come so prettily, Firebird.” He raises his hand and drags a finger over my chest in a lazy swirling motion. “So fucking pretty.”
My lips part, but I say nothing.
I don’t know what to do now. A thin sheen of sweat covers us both,my thighs and underwear are hot and sticky, and I’m too nervous to glance down and see what sort of mess I might have made in his lap.
My eyes zero in on the joint as he takes another drag and blows the smoke out of his nose. I wonder briefly where the ashtray is. There must be one, or there would be ash everywhere. Did he ever put the joint down? Was he holding it the whole time that I... That we...
Jesus, I just dry-humped Torren King in his tour bus while he smoked a joint.
I’m sitting almost entirely naked in Torren King’s lap, and I just orgasmed in front of him. My body heats for a new reason, embarrassment mixing with the thrill of my arousal. Shame starts to creep into my conscious mind, but I force it back. Not now. I’ll deal with it later, but not now. Right now, I want more. Ineedmore.
Torren runs his fingers along the band of my underwear, halting my spiraling train of thought, and my eyes flare.
“What’s going on in that head, hm?” He dips his fingers into my underwear, pulls the band back, then lets it snap back against my skin. “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know,” I reply, my vocal cords sounding like they have been dragged over gravel. I clear my throat and try again. “I don’t know what I was thinking about.”
He smirks as if my answer pleases him, and it bolsters my confidence once more. Without taking my gaze off his face, I move my hands to his waist, tracing the band of his boxer briefs the same way he traced my underwear seconds earlier. Heat smolders in his eyes as he watches. I dip my fingers underneath the fabric and rub the taut skin of his lower abdomen, sinking lower until I graze the hot head of his cock. He grunts, jerking his hips upward, making me gasp. He licks his lips and holds eye contact as I do it again.
His breaths quicken, and I grow bolder, scooting back on my heels so I can free his erection. I ignore the dampness I feel on his boxer briefs as I tug them down and instead focus on touching him, on stroking him. He’s hot and soft and firm in my hands. When I tighten my grip around him, his eyes flutter shut, and his mouth falls open. He wraps his hand around mine and guides me, up and down, up and down, until I finally let my eyes drift toward the motion.
I have to sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a whimper. Seeingmy hand wrapped around Torren’s hard cock is hot, but seeing Torren’s tattooed hand wrapped around my hand to help me jerk him off is almost unbearable.
“Fuck.” The word slips from my mouth on an exhale, and Torren chuckles.
“You like this?”
“Yes.”
He speeds up, tightening his hold on my hand so that I squeeze his cock harder, which makes me jerk him faster. Pre-cum leaks from him and glistens on the tip of his cock. When I lick my lips, he groans, and I tear my eyes back to his.
His eyelids are heavy, heavier than before, and his chest rises and falls rapidly as he bounces his attention between my face and my hand. When his nostrils flare and his lips part, I go rogue, wrapping my other hand around his cock and taking over. I want to make him feel good, and I want to do it on my own.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that. Don’t stop now.”
His face twists up into an almost pained expression, his mouth drops open on a choked moan, and then he cups both of my breasts and squeezes as he shoots his release onto his torso. Ropes of glossy white coat his colorful tattoos in spurts, splattering on his abs and chest and leaking onto my hands. I don’t stop jerking him until he stops coming, until he releases my breasts and wraps his hand around mine once more.
“I’ve fucking never come so hard from a hand job,” he says on a rough laugh, eyes still closed.
“Really?”
I try to sound nonchalant, try to hide the jolt of pride I feel at his praise, but I think I fail given the way his lips curl into a playful grin. I open my mouth to confess that I’ve never actually given a hand job before now, but my words die on my tongue as he moves me off him and stands. I watch wordlessly as he steps out of his boxer briefs and walks gloriously naked to the sink. He rips a paper towel off a roll, wets it, then cleans off his abs.
And I justwatchand try not to swallow my tongue.
When he turns those lazy, heavy-lidded eyes toward me, my breath stops.
“Take off your panties, Firebird.”
I don’t move, and he cocks his head.
