Page 67 of These Rough Waters

“Rett…”

“Don’t worry, Tor, the invitation won’t be extended.”

Thirty-two

He’d spent every night with me since the night at the cabin. It’s been five days since then, five days of putting Harper to bed and finding Torin in my living room. We spent time on the couch, locked in long embraces as if neither one of us could bear the thought of letting go, of using each other like an anchor to keep from spilling secrets and troubled pasts.

Everett was still here, and I’ve come to realize he’s here not to terrorize his brother, though it certainly seems that way, but to check on him and I had to wonder what it was exactly that happened to warrant that response from his brother.

I supposed it could just be the need to do so since, from what Torin’s told me, they haven’t been together in quite some time but in the short amount of time I’ve spent with the two of them, when Harper is at school and no one is watching us, I see Rett watching his brother. Torin was older but that didn’t mean Rett was young minded – no Everett Avery was incredibly intelligent, calculating and an enigma hiding behind his playboy mask.

Today was the first day I had Torin to myself during daylight hours, Rett was off doing God knows what in town, Harper was at school and for whatever reason Torin had decided to spend the day here.

“What are you thinking?” He murmurs as he wipes off his hands on his Levi’s after stoking the fire he had set to burning in the hearth.

I watch his big body move towards me, the denim of his jeans stretching over his thick, muscular thighs.

Oh, I forgot to mention, it was five days of toe curling, soul shattering sex. Jesus Christ, Torin was insatiable, and it appeared it was contagious. I couldn’t get enough of the man.

“Keep looking at me like that, little doe,” He rasps, stopping before me, “and you won’t be able to walk for the rest of the day.”

My eyes bounce to his, seeing him already looking down at me, eyes darkened, lids hooded as if the mere thought of fucking me so hard I couldn’t walk was as compelling to him as it was to me. I swallow, shifting on the couch to press my thighs together, a move he catches instantly.

I’m not sure who moves first, me or him, but the next moment his mouth is on mine and my hands are tugging at the black leather belt at his hips, pulling on it urgently to get it undone so I can get to his hard cock straining behind the zipper of his jeans. He groans into my mouth when I get it open, shoving at his pants to wrap my hand around his cock.

I wanted to taste him like he had me, wrap my lips around the throbbing shaft in my hand and lick up his come. I never thought sex would be good for me, never thought I’d enjoy it but with Torin, I wanted it every way it came, I wanted teeth and tongue and lips, his body pounding into mine so hard he rattled my bones.

“Maya,” He groans when I move away from his mouth, lifting myself so my mouth is level with his cock and test, just a little with the tip of my tongue.

“Shit,” he hisses.

“Not good?” I frown. I was a little inexperienced in the area since this isn’t how it went in the past, but I was sure I’d be able to do it right. Perhaps I was wrong.

“No, it’s good,” He grunts hoarsely, “I’ve been dreaming of your lips around my cock, little doe, how pretty you’d look on your knees.”

I glance to the floor, one hand still wrapped around his dick and sink to my knees at his feet, “Like this?”

I lift my eyes to look up at him from beneath my lashes, “Yeah,” He rasps, “like that. Goddamn you’re beautiful.”

Courage pushes away the lingering insecurity that I couldn’t do this, and I lean forward, the tip of his cock bumping my lips so I open and take the crown of him into my mouth. The salty taste of his precum hits my tongue and I swallow that down, eyes stuttering closed at how good it felt to make him feel good.

“Relax your jaw,” He orders softly, one hand sliding onto the back of my head to grip my hair gently, “Let me fuck your pretty mouth.”

I do as he says, loosening up while sealing my lips around his hard cock, letting him guide my head up and down his shaft while he pumps his hips. All the while my eyes stay on him, watching him as he tips his head back, neck muscles straining while he fucks into my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Maya,” He moans, “Your fucking mouth is perfect.”

I grin on his cock, eyes flaring as he tips his head back down to watch me suck him.

When he pushes my head back down, I go against his hand trying to pull me back, letting him further until he hits my throat and my gag threatens, saliva pooling into my mouth. I do it again, watching his breathing increase, feeling the hardness in my mouth twitch and the hand in my hair tighten. He liked it and yet held back.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” He groans.

I take him in again, fully, not able to stop the gag this time but do it again, showing him I wanted it, not able to use my words to tell him.

“Fuucckkk,” he groans, his hips becoming a little harder as he thrusts between my lips. I swirl my tongue around his cock, my hands snaking across his thighs and my nails bite into the backs of them as he continues, lost to the pleasure of what my mouth was doing to him.

I never thought it could be like this, that I would become so damn wet it was soaking through my panties and so turned on I ached with it. “Shit, Maya, stop unless you want me to spill down that pretty throat.”

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