Torn (25 page)

“I taste amazing on you.” She hooked her legs around my waist and pulled me closer. “Why are you still wearing these?” she asked, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs. She tried to push them down over my ass, but she didn’t have the leverage she needed, my body pinning her to the bed and only allowing her small movements.

Holding her stare, I confessed, “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. Not with my cock. Everything else, but not my cock.” She pouted, the look on her face almost breaking me and making me give in. “Not until I can control the aggression enough to a level I know won’t scare you.”

I wasn’t sure if it was because she was in the throes of passion or if it was because she needed me to fuck her, but she blurted, “I don’t care how you need to do it, Eli, but if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to die.” She raised her head and captured my mouth, baring her teeth a little as she nipped my lip before swirling her tongue with mine.

My girl is feisty.

The whole time I seduced Kalista, thoughts of rough sex mixed with gentler times, times when I made love to her slow and gentle, bringing us to the edge of bliss together. Since her, all I wanted to do was be rough, but the urge to be loving was nestled deep. Somewhere. Buried down underneath a ton of old anger.

Looking into her entrancing eyes, I warred with myself whether or not I could actually have sex with her without going overboard. I knew she would give me what I desired, but could I give her what I knew she needed, as well?

Somehow, she had managed to shimmy down my body a little, even though I was still resting on top of her. With a better grasp, she pushed my last piece of clothing down my thighs, freeing my excitement so it rested on her bare flesh. The contact was amazing, and I knew right then there was no way I was going to be able to walk away unscathed.

I had to have her.

I had to ravage her and show her how much I’d missed her.

I had to bury myself so deep inside her she would feel me for days.

“I trust you,” she said, kissing me one more time before she wrapped her legs around me again. “Love me, baby. Love me like you need to.” My walls broke, crumbling down around me and taking with them any reservations I’d had about not being able to control myself.

“Are you on the pill?” I knew it wasn’t sexy to talk about such things, but I had to know whether or not I would be wearing a condom. I’d always been careful since her, always wearing protection no matter what woman I was with. But with her it was different. I didn’t want there to be any kind of barrier between us when I finally sank inside her. I knew I was in good health, but I hesitated briefly when I had to ask her about hers. “Are you…good? You know,” I fumbled, averting my eyes in quick desperation. Asking her if she was on birth control was completely different than asking her if she had an STD.

Thankfully, she put me out of my misery. Chuckling at my embarrassment, she answered. “Look at me, Eli,” she coaxed. Turning my eyes to her, I noticed a look of peace cross her face. “I haven’t had sex with anyone without a condom. Not since you. But I do get tested regardless, every year at my annual exam.” Running her thumb over my bottom lip, she said, “I’m…good to go.” She arched her brow and smirked, driving my need to claim her even more.

No more words were needed. I was going to take her in ways I’d only dreamed about since I’d laid eyes on her again. Ways which would satisfy both the beast inside me and the desire pulsating through every cell of her body. Leaning over her, I lowered my head until my lips brushed over her erect nipple. Closing my mouth over the bud, I twirled the tip of my tongue over her sensitive flesh while I sucked her deep. I rubbed myself up and down her swollen heat, her excitement coating my cock as I slid between her folds, teasing her to a point of frustration.

“Ahhhh…keep doing that,” she begged, her voice not strong enough to rise above a whisper.

“You like that?” I tormented, pushing myself harder into her without penetrating her. “Do you want my cock inside you?” I teased her other nipple, releasing her with a
pop
from my mouth before sliding my mouth over her jawline. Creeping toward her ear, I kissed her soft skin, nibbling her along the way with teasing, soft bites.
I have to break her in slowly.
Baring my teeth once again, I bit down hard on her lobe before licking away any remnants of pain. “Did you like that? Do you like when I bite you?” I mumbled into her ear, my breath causing tiny goosebumps to rise on her skin. “I know you liked it when I was between your legs.”

A sharp inhale told me I knew her tiny secret. She loved when I applied a bit of pressure, my teeth leaving behind a small indentation.
But will she enjoy the rest of it?

“I do,” she admitted.

Running my tongue along the seam of her lips, I asked, “You do what?” Before she could answer, my hand disappeared between our bodies, searching for the part of her which would drive her insane. I rubbed her clit gently at first, coating her with her own arousal before pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oooooo,” she purred. “Yes…yes…oh, my God.” Her body arched off the bed, pressing me even harder against her. I could only hold off for so long, my resolve weakening with every grunt and moan which escaped her perfect mouth.

Applying more pressure to her clit, I repeated, “You do what?”

“I love when you bite me,” she breathlessly answered. “I didn’t think I would…but I do. I love your mouth on me. Anywhere…doing whatever you want.” She babbled incoherently toward the end, her body convulsing as her release shuddered through her.

My lips covered hers, inhaling her screams as she flew off the edge of ecstasy. She was beyond beautiful, her hair flowing around her while she threw her head back, breaking our kiss for the briefest of moments. A light blush crept up her neck and broke out over her cheeks. She wasn’t making a single sound. It was then I remembered…she always held her breath when she came.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe,” I whispered. As if on cue, she expelled a rush of air, gasping in another before finally calming herself enough to breathe easily.

Tonight is going to be fun.

KALISTA

F
ocusing solely on the man deliciously torturing me, I smiled wide as I searched for his mouth again.

Admittedly, I was nervous about having sex with him, in any fashion, because I wasn’t sure I could handle it. But so far, everything he’d done had turned me on. Immensely. I’d never been bitten before, and even though he’d been gentle, there was a small bite of pain. But the pain quickly turned into pleasure, something which I never considered possible. Before him.
      

Knowing he was holding back, I appreciated him taking it slow until he gauged how much I could ta
ke, how far he could push me. B
ut I was ready for more.

“Eli…please,” I coaxed. “I need you. Now.” I was beyond any reservation of being shy or coy. I needed him to fill me and I didn’t care how I sounded. Our re-joining was going to be the beginning of a fresh start, one which would result in him finally forgiving me, and me forgiving myself in turn. Picturing him in my future was the only driving force to move forward. It wasn’t just sex between us and I knew he knew it, as well. There was an undeniable, pulsating attraction between us. Always had been. But there was a deep, insatiable love encasing us both. No amount of time apart or distance between us had stifled our need for each other. It was engrained so deep, only death could break its bond. Even then, love’s pledge would swirl around us until we were joined again on the other side.

No more overthinking.

No more running.

No more hiding

We were it for each other and after tonight our fate would be sealed. Once and for all.

Without wasting another precious second, Eli thrust himself inside, his thick length cutting through the roaming thoughts inside my head. I’d forgotten how large he was, and although it took me a few seconds to adjust to him, it was the best few seconds of my life. Without missing a beat, he rocked inside me, pushing me farther and farther up the bed with his intensity. His arms held his balance over me as he ignited the flame which had been burning since my last orgasm. He stoked the fire, his every thrust so excruciatingly good it was beyond my scope of pleasure.

“Fuck! You’re so goddamn tight, baby,” he hissed. Pumping faster and faster, he declared, “You’re mine now.”
Thrust
. “All fucking mine.”

Reaching around, I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, rotating my hips so he would hit that perfect spot.

Another orgasm was building, but I wanted our moment to last as long as possible, so without thinking, I stopped moving all together. Placing my hands on his hipbones, I halted his movements. A look of confusion washed over his face. When he tried to move again, I said, “No. Don’t move.”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, a mixed look of lust and nervousness crossing his brow.

“Do you want to hurt me?” I asked, trepidation suddenly filling me. I had no idea what I wanted him to say. I knew the missionary sex we were engaged in wasn’t completely what he needed.
It’s now or never. Give in or get the hell out.

He looked conflicted. “
Kalista, I don’t know what I want right now. While I need to fuck hard, I find that when I’m with you I don’t want to be so rough.” He quirked his brow. “Just a little bit.”

“Like the biting?”

“Yes.”

“What else do you want to do to me?” I kissed him, showing him I was willing to participate in whatever he wanted to try.

“I want to continue fucking you. How about that?” He tried to move again but my hands stopped him once more. “No good?” he teased, a small smile tipping his lips. “Okay. You really want to know what I want to do to you?”

I nodded, my heart hammering inside my chest as I waited for his answer.

“I want to flip you over so your ass is in the air, spank you hard before pushing back inside your sweet pussy, and yank your hair back as I aggressively fuck you from behind.”

He remained silent after that, allowing my brain enough time to absorb what he’d just told me.

His unfiltered confession made his cock jump and pulsate inside me.

None of what he said shocked me. His words didn’t scare me.

They excited me.

“Okay.” I meant to tell him I was on board, that he could do all of that and more if he wanted, but it was the only word to slip past my lips.

It was enough.

“Are you sure? We can take it slow this time. Work up to it.” Thrilled at the prospect of a next time, I nodded and pushed him so he fell from my body. He backed up a little, giving me room to turn over onto my belly. I waited not-so-patiently for his next move.

I heard his ragged breathing and the anticipation killed me. The surprise of what he would do was an even bigger turn-on. I knew he already confessed his next move, but waiting for it to happen was much different.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, your beautiful ass ready for my hand.” Tracing the outer part of my cheeks, he growled, “Spread your legs. Further.” Placing his hands on my hips, he pulled me upright until I was resting on my hands and knees. “Fuck me,” he whispered, gliding his fingers over my lower back, then my side…then between my thighs. “Your pussy looks delectable. Good enough to eat. Again.” Before I could utter a single word in response, the flick of his tongue sent me jerking forward. Righting myself before I was face-down, I was back in position, but it was too late.

Apparently, I’d done something wrong. The air between us sizzled, lighting up the tension warring back and forth between us. I froze, preparing myself for something to happen.

And it did.

A rush of air sounded right before I felt the sting of his slap. A yelp pushed up my throat and exploded from my mouth before I could stop it, my head dropping in surprise and embarrassment. My ass burned; surely his hand throbbed, as well.

“Don’t move,” he commanded. Leaving no room for argument, or another mistake, his voice dipped in the utmost seriousness. “If you move again, I will spank you twice more.” Gripping my hips tighter, he leaned over me and rested his chest against my back. His warm breath tickled the shell of my ear as he spoke. “Do you understand me?”

I was having a hard time catching my breath. Having been told exactly what he wanted to do to me, I should have expected the spanking, but it still came as a surprise. To be more accurate, the excitement he elicited was the biggest surprise. Not only had I never been spanked with such force before, but I’d never had anyone talk to me the way he did. The sheer dominance in his voice aroused me beyond measure, making our entire dance so much more than I could have ever hoped for.

I was lost inside my own head when he spoke again. Running his fingertips down the crease of my cheeks until he found the headiest part of me, he repeated, “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I panted. I tried to look behind me, but he gently pushed my face forward again.

“No looking. Only feeling. Close your eyes, experience everything I’m going to do to you, the way I’m going to love your body. But whatever you do…don’t move a single muscle. No matter what.”