Chapter Thirty-Two – Torin #2
That’s all the invitation I need. I draw her close, grab her lip between my teeth, and give it a little bite. The moan erupts from her, a soft-breathed sound. Fuck, that’s hot. I slam my mouth back to hers, swallow her gasp, and dive my tongue in to taste her.
She rocks against me, slowly, letting her hips move. I can feel the heat even with our clothes on, the moisture she’s leaving on my jeans. I run my hands down her back, grabbing her ass, pulling her tighter against my erection.
With one hand steadying her, I shift her weight gently off my lap and lower her onto the seat.
She moves without resisting, spreading her legs a bit as I slide down between them, kneeling on the floor.
It’s a tight fit, and I have to hunch, but honestly, the sight in front of me makes my aching back totally worth it.
In her writhing state, she accidentally turns the radio knob with her foot. A guitar solo bursts out of the cab’s silence, then the distinctive voice of David Coverdale.
“‘Is this Love’ by Whitesnake. A damn classic,” I whisper.
We both giggle for a second, and I turn off the radio, the absurdity and perfection of the moment hitting us.
Then, my need takes over again. I kiss her deeper, my hands moving to her hips.
My hands find the hem of her dress and raise it slowly, pausing before it reaches her stomach.
With my teeth, I hook the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her thighs inch by inch.
The scent of her arousal floods the cab, sweet and musky, and I groan.
Slowly, I take the panties from my mouth and hang them over my rearview mirror. Definitely a keepsake. Her pretty pussy glistens in the moonlight.
“Oh, baby, your pussy is begging for my mouth. I need to feast.” My voice is full of awe. I lower myself back down and kiss a path up her inner thigh, teasing her, making her whimper and writhe.
She looks amazing. Her pussy is pink, puffy and screaming for my mouth. I don’t keep her waiting. I move in and lick her wet folds, from her wet opening up to her clit.
She cries out, her back arching off the seat. “Torin!”
“I’m right here,” I whisper against her pussy and then get back to it, giving her everything I’ve got.
I bury myself in her like I am starving, my tongue licking and sucking, my hands everywhere.
I circle her clit then tease it, pulling it gently into my mouth.
Her hips buck, and her hands are in my hair, pulling rather than pushing me back.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” I purr. “I could eat this sweet pussy for hours.” I slide two fingers into her, curling them, searching for that spot inside her that makes her scream. When I find it, she nearly levitates off the seat.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Right there! Don’t stop!” she begs in a high-pitched voice.
I double my efforts, my mouth on her clit, my fingers pumping into her, crooking against her G-spot. I feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, a fast, excited beat that tells me I’m on the right track. “Torin, I’m so close!”
She pins my head so I can’t even come up for a breath, but I don’t care. she’s so fucking hungry for me, and I want to make her come. I can feel her pussy getting wetter by the second.
“Come all over my fucking face. I want to taste it, baby,” I order, out of breath.
If I drown in her pussy juices, I’ll die a happy man.
She climaxes with a heavy pang that hits her hard, accompanied by a sob.
Her body stiffens then shakes violently, her knees locking my head in place, her pussy tightening around my fingers.
She comes all over my chin. I ride it out with her, sucking and licking through every convulsion until she falls limp, gasping.
Finally, she releases her knees, and I begin working my lips back up her trembling body.
Her eyes are cloudy, a blissful grin on her puffy lips.
“Atta girl. Now, my turn,” I coo, fighting with the jeans.
I manage to pull them and my boxers down sufficiently to expose my throbbing erection.
It springs up, engorged and prominent, thumping against my six-pack.
“Feel what you do to me, baby.” I guide her small hand to my cock. “You make me throb.”
Her fingers grip my erection, her eyes widening in surprise at how large and erect I am. Another hungry cry erupts from her. “I forgot how big you are, shit.”
“I’ve gotta be inside you,” I murmur, my control slipping. “Right fucking now.”
Taking a seat, I help her straddle me again. She places her knees on either side of my thighs, and I hold my shaft still as she slides down. She lowers herself slowly, inch by inch. Her pussy feels so fucking good. My eyes remain on hers as her pupils dilate.
“Fuuckk,” we groan in unison.
She digs her fingers into my shoulders and throws her head back, her incredible pair of tits shaking with every movement. I can’t resist the urge to grab her hips and help her with the rhythm. “Take what you need, baby. Your pussy takes my cock so well.”
Heat fills my groin as she continues to grind on me, her hips rocking back and forth.
“Torin,” she moans. “You’re so fucking amazing.”
I can’t hold back. I lock in, gripping her hips harder and thrusting up, our flesh smacking together. The truck matches our rhythm as it fills with my grunts, her cries, and the leather creaking. She’s taking every inch I’m giving her.
“You’re so deep,” she whimpers.
“I wanna be deeper, baby,” I growl, crushing her to my chest. I fuck her like I’m trying to brand her from the inside out.
“Go deeper, Torin. Please!”
With one big thrust, I feel the tip of my cock hit her cervix.
“You love this cock, don’t you?” I grunt, pistoning into her.
“Yes. Yes!” she cries out. “I love your cock!”
The confession pushes me over the edge. My balls tighten, a familiar, coiling heat spreading up my spine. “I wanna come in you so fucking bad, baby,” I warn her, my thrusts becoming erratic, brutal. “I’m not wearing a condom, though.”
“Fill me up, Torin. I wanna be dripping with your cum,” she whines.
With a loud moan, I bury myself as deep as I can and let go as my orgasm crashes through me, raw.
I try to keep thrusting lightly as I pump my cum into her tight pussy.
She collapses on top of me, spent, my heart hammering against her chest. I can feel my cum leaking out around the base of my cock where we’re still joined, a hot, wet mess between us.
After a long moment, I lift my head. Her eyes are closed, a serene, utterly fucked-out expression on her face. I brush the hair from her damp forehead, and if it wasn’t already sweltering outside, she just melts into my sweaty shirt as our heartbeats sync.
And fuck! Three certain words are literally weighing on my tongue. I want to say them, but I can’t risk it. It’s too soon: it might spook her.
I’m lost in my own thoughts until she raises her face. A drop of sweat runs down her temple, glinting in the moonlight as she fixes her wide eyes on mine.
And then, ever so softly, it takes my breath away when she kisses the tip of my nose.
“Fawn . . .” I breathe, hands settling on her waist like she’s the only thing keeping me grounded.
Those three words claw a little harder at the back of my teeth. “I love—” The words slip out before I can stop them.
No, it’s too fucking soon. I snap my gaze toward the window, like the stars are suddenly fascinating. “I, uh—” I clear my throat. “I love how the moon makes you look even more beautiful.”
Did I just expose myself like a complete idiot? I can feel my pulse thudding. What was I thinking? I can’t say that. Not yet, anyway. Not when all this is still so fresh.
I’m still buried inside her, my cock aching with a satiated throb, and I don’t ever want to pull out. I could live inside her pussy forever.
Fawn leans back, her body pliant and perfect in my arms. “You and Dylan are too good to me,” she pants.
A small chuckle rumbles in my chest at the absurdity of her words. Too good? We’re a pretty fucked-up bunch. I pull her a little bit closer, holding her tight against me. “You’ve got it all wrong, baby,” I whisper in her hair, my voice gruff. “You’re too good for us. Fuck, you’re a dream.”
She makes this little soft, breathy noise, a cross between a sigh and a moan. I can feel her pussy still trembling around my cock.
“So,” I taunt her, my lips grazing her skin with every word, “did I make up for the hatchet incident earlier?”
“I’d say so . . . but we’ve got a bigger problem on our hands now.” She moves slightly, a sly, cheeky hip roll that has me seeing stars all over again. “I’m gonna be dripping all over your seats.”
A rough laugh leaves me and I pull her closer. The thought of my truck smelling like her — like us — for days is just fucking hot. “Well, baby, luckily for you, they’re wipeable.”
We both laugh, our voices echoing softly in the night. Despite my ass sticking to the leather, this is a perfect moment. I bury my face in her neck, taking her in. Mine.