Torn (26 page)

Swallowing hard, I dared to ask, “What happens if I move?”

Without reservation, he answered, “If you move, I’ll spank you twice, harder than before, and I’ll tease you for hours.”
My punishment doesn’t sound so bad.
“Oh…and I won’t let you come. I’ll bring you right to the edge but won’t let you fall.”
Never mind. His punishment sounds awful.

Preparing myself to remain strong and unmoving, I inhaled a deep breath, blowing it out at the exact time I felt his hand on me. Slipping two fingers inside me was pure Heaven. Aching for his touch, I quivered around him then remembered his not-so-veiled threat of tormenting me for hours with no signs of release at the end.

Gathering whatever strength wasn’t faltering from his delicious torture, I asked, “Can I speak?”

“Yes, but only to tell me how much you like it.” I heard the smirk in his tone and instantly smiled. We’d come a long way, and although a lot of time was going to have to pass before we were back to where we once were, hope bloomed in my heart at the prospect of us being truly together again. Just as I was becoming a little too sentimental, I felt a flicker of pleasure shoot through me.
      

Then again.

I felt it every time he crooked his fingers, running the tips over an extremely sensitive spot. “Ahhh,” I moaned. My heart picked up pace so fast, I felt my pulse threatening to burst from my skin. “Oh, my God, Eli…yeah…right there,” I panted, unable to take much more.

I never thought not moving would be as hard as it was. Every part of me screamed to rock back into his touch, but I knew if I did he would make good on his promise.

“Right there? Is that what you like?” He stroked me faster, the pressure building and building until I felt it barrel over me, my release rendering me a wanton mess of pleasure. Gripping the sheet in my hands, I prayed he didn’t see the tiny movement, but I needed something to help anchor me as I rode out my intense orgasm.
      

“I’m coming. Oh, my God…it feels so good. I ca.-can’t take it, Eli. Please, let me move,” I cried out. “It’s too much.” And it was. My escape seemed to go on forever, and it was the best kind of torture.

He never answered me, never granted me permission to move. So I didn’t.

As my orgasm waned, he removed his fingers and thrust himself so deep I felt him against my womb. Grabbing hold of my hair, as he promised he would do, he pulled my head back while he placed his free hand on my hip. There was no slow buildup before he rocketed in and out of me, spurring my dying orgasm back to life.

Each thrust hit my sweet spot, even more intense than from seconds before. The smooth skin of his chest lay over my back, the light sheen of sweat from me sticking us together for a brief moment. “Do you like when I fuck you like this, baby?” he whispered, nipping the sensitive spot below my ear before latching onto my neck. The quick prick of his teeth drove me back into him.

My eyes widened as I stopped moving immediately. He couldn’t really expect me not to move the entire time. Right? The air surrounding me suffocated me waiting for his reaction. “You’re lucky I’m allowing you to move while I’m inside you.”
Oh, thank God.
Although I guessed it didn’t matter much if he chose to punish me, because I’d already come, experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.

So far.

He tugged my hair again, a slight burn erupting from the increased pressure. “I love you like this. But now, it’s time for you to earn it.” Lowering his hand from my hip, he trailed over my skin until he found my clit. Spreading my arousal so his touch was slick, he rubbed me, first in feather-light circles. Then, when he heard my approval, he switched it up until he was applying more pressure, stroking me up and down until he felt my inner walls squeeze him in response.

“Rock back into me,” he moaned. “Fuck me.” He withdrew his touch completely, and the only part of him I felt was his steel length inside me. Countless seconds passed and still he didn’t move, nor did he touch me. Deciding I’d had enough, I slowly pulled away from him until the only part of him which remained in me was the tip of his cock. Hearing a strangled hiss pass his lips, I backed up until he was fully sheathed again, my ass hitting his stomach before I pulled away again.

And so it went. Sliding back and forth over his length. Slowly. Torturously. From the side, I saw his fists clench and release each time I moved. His resolve was weakening, but he refused to take over. Until my next move.

On my way back down, I moved faster, impaling myself until he filled me completely. “Jesus Christ, Kalista,” he growled. “Keep that shit up and I’ll be coming sooner than I want.” His hands rested on his thighs, gripping his muscles to stop from grabbing my hips.

“What do you mean? What am I doing?” I teased, slamming down onto him one more time, arching my back and swiveling my hips before pulling away again.

“Fuck this!” he yelled, withdrawing from me completely. Thinking I’d crossed some kind of line, I turned my head to see where he was going. Before I knew what was happening, he moved off the bed, stood and rested his legs against the edge of the mattress. In one swoop, he flipped me on my back, grabbed my hips and slid into me in a harsh thrust. “You wanna play?” he grunted. “Do you?” I never answered, knowing he didn’t really want me to. He was going to fuck me hard and rough, and I was ready for him.

“You asked for this, sweetheart,” he grumbled, pushing himself in and out so quickly I was barely able to catch my breath. He threw my leg over his shoulder and spread me wider than before. His punishing thrusts excited
me, more than I cared to admit. He was rough with me, no doubt about it. But the small amount of pain was overshadowed by immense pleasure.

I moaned his name over and over as I felt the familiar pull spiral through my body. Catching the air in my throat, my orgasm seemed to intensify. It was only when my lungs started to burn that I released the air from my lips, muffling my cries by biting my fist, trying my best not to be so loud. There was another occupant in the house—a much younger, more impressionable occupant. While the chances of our son hearing us, being two doors down the hall, were small, there was still a chance. And that was the last thing either one of us needed. How the hell would we explain…
us
?

Focusing back on the ecstasy coursing through me, I slowed my breaths and turned my head to the side. Eli continued to punish my body until he found his own release, his cock swelling before filling me with his seed. The rough, gravely sounds he made when he was flying high were quite addictive. My ears pricked, eager to hear more, but he was done.
      

After a brief moment, he withdrew from my body and slowly walked into the bathroom only to return moments later with a warm washcloth. When I saw him approaching, I spread my legs a little because I knew what he wanted to do. It was a familiar act I’d become accustomed to from when we were younger.

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” he asked, suddenly worried he’d pushed me too far.

“Not at all,” I confessed, smiling to ease his slight case of nerves.

Once he’d finished cleaning me up, he tossed the cloth in a nearby hamper. Climbing into bed, he crawled on top of me, his body completely flush with mine. As soon as he nestled himself between my thighs, he started to harden. Giving me a sultry wink, he leaned in and kissed me. Soft. Sweet. His lips lingered before finally pulling back.

“I’m staying over. Are you all right with that?” he asked, sucking on his lip while he waited for me to answer.

There was no hesitation on my part. I wanted nothing more than to wake up next to him in the morning. Nodding, he switched positions and tucked me into his side, my head resting on his chest, the smooth hardness of his muscles cradling me while I inhaled his addictive scent.

“I want to talk to you about something, and I don’t want you to clam up.” I knew what he was going to say, and after being with him, after feeling hope bloom in my heart after so long, this was the last conversation I wanted to have.

My silence told him to continue, told him I wouldn’t fight and would give him the answers he needed. The answers I needed to provide in order for the topic to never be brought up again.

“What was his name?”

“Max Kellison,” I answered quickly.

“Did he go to jail?” I felt his arms tense around me, his heart kicking up a notch while the brief silence tortured him.

“Yes. For a year.”

“Is he still in there?”

“Yes.” My answers were short, not wanting to elaborate or spend any of my precious time or thought on the man who’d hurt me and my son.

Kissing the top of my head, he pulled me impossibly close. “I’ll always protect you both, you know that, right?” His fingers trailed over my side, trying in his way to comfort and soothe me, attempting to erase what had happened.

“I do,” I whispered, looking up at his face to let him know I believed him. His eyes were sad, but as soon as they connected with mine the tension disappeared. Our lips met once more in a healing kiss. I laid my head back down on his chest, his heartbeat falling into sync with my own, the rhythmic sound calming me until I drifted off into another state of existence.

One which held all the possibilities in the world.
      

ELI

W
aking up next to Kalista was the best moment of my adult life—right next to finding out I had a son, of course. Her soft breath flowed over my chest as she curled into me. I found comfort in her embrace, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her going forward. There were many things we needed to work on, trust and honesty being the biggest, but after last night, I knew we had a good shot at overcoming the obstacles which held us captive.

She stirred in my hold, her eyes fluttering open before quickly closing again. Moving away from me, she turned over on her side. I had no choice but to follow, spooning her from behind. The covers had fallen to her waist, exposing her glorious breasts for me to feast on, visually and physically. Running my fingers up and down her side, she moaned and flinched before settling back into a deep sleep. Smiling at the effect I still had over her, I moved in closer, my arousal pressing against her backside.
      

I couldn’t get enough of her, and I wasn’t going to waste one more second between us. Pushing her leg forward so she was spread for me, I played with her pussy until her body responded to my touch, her desire coating my fingers and preparing her for my claiming. Lining myself up, I pushed inside slowly. Once I was fully seated to the hilt, I began rocking back and forth, hitting her favorite spot with each thrust. I was in deeper at that angle and it was only seconds before she fully awakened.

Slow and steady. For the first time since I could remember. There was no rush to take her hard and fast. The feeling of wanting to love her gentle returned in full force. Don’t get me wrong; I still needed it rough, but I could do soft as well. With her. Only her.

Only ever her.

“Eli,” she moaned. “Yes,” she purred, reaching back to touch me. Her hand squeezed my thigh as I continued to fuck her from behind, her nails digging into my skin and waking up the beast inside. But I tamped him down for the time being because I wanted to love her right.

Kissing her shoulder, I pulled her hips back toward me before pushing her away, pulling her back again and teasing the both of us. Her lush breasts bounced with every movement. She was just too enticing. In every way.

Teasing her nipples, I pinched them between my fingers as I felt her walls grip my cock, her muscles contracting as she came all over me with a low groan of satisfaction.

I followed her seconds later, latching on to my favorite spot between her neck and shoulder.

****

The rush of hot water washed away any uncertainty I was holding onto about giving Kalista another chance. I knew in my heart she was the only woman I wanted to spend the rest of my days with, so the decision was easy. For my heart. But my head was taking a little more time to catch up.

I’d finally found a place of peace where she was concerned and I didn’t want anything to ruin that, myself included. I knew she was sorry for what she had done by just the look of despair and anguish painted on her face every time the subject was brought up. It helped to heal me knowing she was in as much pain as I was when we were apart from each other all those years.

Stepping from the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist as I walked back into the bedroom. I was two steps in before I stopped instantly, my eyes devouring the beautiful woman sprawled across the bed. Naked. Her dark tresses cascading down her back as she lay on her stomach, her face turned away from me. The soft glow of the sunrise streamed through the window, illuminating her every curve, and my cock instantly jumped at the thought of taking her yet again. Surely, she was sore, but I bet the second I put my hands on her, she would beg me to take her once more. Not wanting to restrain myself, I stepped closer but was interrupted by a soft rap on the bedroom door.