by Piper Stone
“No teasing. You did that for years,” Thorne grunted as he gave her a long, hard look. He wrapped his fingers around the thin lace of her panties, jerking them off her body.
Gasping, Cristal fell back against the counter from the force of his actions. “Thorne.” Breathless, as he tipped her back into a deep arch and licked across the seam of her mouth down her chin to the nape of her neck, she closed her eyes. The feel of his hard body pressing into hers was so much better than her vivid imagination.
Thorne slid his hands under her breasts, squeezing them as he flicked his finger back and forth across her nipples until they were hard peaks. Lowering his head, he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking as he pinched her other pebbled bud, twisting the tender flesh between his fingers.
“Oh, yes,” Cristal moaned, enjoying the slice of pain. As a series of electric jolts thrashed through her body, she gripped his arms and threw her head back.
He moved to the other breast, replacing his fingers with his mouth, giving it the same amount of attention until she shook in his arms. “So damn hot.”
Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheek as she opened and closed her eyes, lost in the intensity of sheer rapture. As he bit down on her nipple, she squealed and clawed his arms, raking her nails down until she knew she’d drawn blood.
“I have to taste you.” Sliding his hands down, he cupped her ass and thrust her up onto the counter, forcing the clutter away. A clatter of items hitting the floor echoed in the small space. Thorne leaned her back gently until her head was against the mirror, lifted her legs and dropped to his knees. “Gonna eat that sweet pussy of yours, baby.”
“Shit… oh…” Cristal clenched her eyes shut as his tongue swept across her clit. Jerking up from the counter, she grabbed his shoulders and as he licked down the entire length of her pussy, she groaned, her legs shaking.
Thorne gathered her thighs into his hands and opened her wide as he buried his face in her cunt, dragging his tongue up and down the length of her pussy.
“Sweet Jesus!” Giggling, she lolled her head back as he drove his tongue deep inside. Every part of her was on fire as he licked her furiously, nibbling the tender flesh of her clit until she was shaking as tingles raced into her pussy.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm…”
Thorne continued his barrage as he thrust his fingers inside, flexing them open as her muscles gripped the tight invasion, milking. Brushing the fingers of his other hand down the crack of her ass, he teased her dark hole. “I’m going to fuck you there one day.”
Cristal moaned and opened up like a flower. His blatant command of her body was both terrifying and thrilling and as she gripped the edge of the counter, she used the power of her arms to shove her groin into his face as he licked her furiously. “Oh God… ohgod, ohgod!”
Thorne plunged his tongue and fingers in and out as he pressed the tip of his finger inside her ass.
The combination was too much. “Oh!” Clamping her mouth shut, every part of her body was shaking from the intensity as she exploded into his mouth. “Ah… yes!” The single orgasm became a violent wave as she struggled in his arms, her body flailing, her heart racing. “Thorne!”
Thorne drank in her sweet essence as he pressed his finger inside her ass, forcing in past the tight ring of muscle as she squirmed.
The orgasm was blinding; nothing had ever felt so good. Her entire body quivered as he continued, one finger becoming two. “Oh… my heaven!” Beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of her face. Laughing, she sagged and eased her arms out, gasping for air.
Thorne held her until she stopped wiggling. He peppered kisses on the insides of her thighs, easing up an inch at a time. Looking up, he licked his lips in appreciation. “Mmm… Cristal, you’re incredible.”
Sighing, Cristal kept her eyes closed as the last ravaging sensations pulsed into her body. She knew he’d risen to his feet and yet she was too exhausted and sated to move. As he guided her off the slick counter, she whimpered. Finally opening her eyes, the look of lust gave her a luscious moment of enchantment. She brushed her hand down to his fly button and grinned evilly as she unfastened and unzipped.
“Not so fast.” Gripping her hand, he jerked it up as he growled. “You’ll be under my control tonight.” Thorne flipped her over, forcing her stomach hard against the slick, black marble. “I have to be inside of you.”
Crack!
Shocked, she whined as the slice of pain rushed through her system. Staring at him in the mirror, she grimaced as he raised his hand and slapped her ass cheeks again. “Oh!”
Slap! Crack!
“You’ll obey me.”
Whap! Smack!
The pain was exhilirating, driving her into a heightened state of ecstasy.
Crack! Pop!
“Do you understand me?” His words were strangled.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
Smack! Crack!
“Yes, sir.” The words came easily.
“Better. From now on, you’ll learn exactly how much I want you.”
The dichotomy of his age, his passion and aggression stunned her to the point that she was unable to think, could barely breathe. As he placed her palms on the glass, spread her legs and patted her ass, she watched his every move. Licking her lips, as he lowered his jeans and his cock sprang free, she fought giggling like a damned schoolgirl. His shaft was longer and thicker than any she’d ever had, and as she salivated over the amazing look of the man, she grinned.
“You’re staring.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
Thorne wrapped his hands around her hips. “And you finally belong to me.” Impaling her pussy in one hard thrust, he pressed her body against the counter until she cried out from his savage actions.
“Thorne!” Her blood sizzling, she struggled against his powerful strokes as he drove into her again and again, the sound of his balls slapping against her nothing short of a powerful aphrodisiac, sending a serious of red-hot sparks thrashing through her body. “Oh.. ohohoh!”
In and out he pummeled into her, his actions manic until he was left breathless, yet he growled, his timbre filled with husky desire. “So good, and I’ve wanted you for so damned long.”
Breathing out as beads of perspiration trickled down the back of her neck, she whimpered and met every long drive with one of her own, her muscles clamping around his thick shaft. Never had a man filled her so completely. As he switched the angle, driving her up in hard moves, she jerked onto her tiptoes and moaned, his cock hitting the mouth of her cervix. “Yes… yesyes… oh… my.”
“So tight, baby. So damned good.” His tone dark, his voice strangled, he pumped into her harder and faster until the only sounds were his massive body forcing hers into the cold marble.
Watching the sweat drip from his brow as he took her like a savage beast brought a series of shivers dancing down her spine.
“I can’t hold it.”
“Don’t… Come inside me… Please!” Cristal had never wanted anything more in her life than the man claiming her.
Throwing his head back, Thorne screamed. “Yes!”
Cristal savored the way his hot cum felt as the he erupted inside her cunt. Lowering her head, she lifted her hips in complete acquiescence to him. And in those wonderful moments of light and almost love, she wasn’t sure if she could ever see Thorne again.
Chapter 2
Thorne grimaced as he debated leaving another message. No, he had to. “Why are you avoiding me, girl?” Hitting end, he tossed the phone on the bed, thumped down on the comforter and brushed his hands through his hair. Eyeing his disheveled bedroom, he shook his head. He’d accomplished nothing but sulking since the party. Six days he’d tried to talk to Cristal and she refused to answer the phone or call him back. He’d even resorted to driving by her house more than once. She was there and avoiding him. “Argh!”
Jerking to his feet, he kicked the half empty cardboard pizza box and e
nvisioned that night, her long stunning copper curls, her beautiful face and body, and the way her pussy had felt when he thrust his cock inside. His dick twitching, he tried to figure out what to do. Why did you have to fuck her like a damn animal? He’d thought of nothing else but seeing her when he made the decision to come back into town. Keeping tabs on her relationship had been easy enough because of Wendy, and the day he found out the asshole left for good, Thorne had almost called her. Almost.
Now he wished to God he had.
There were so many regrets, so many wishes of things he should have done better where Cristal was concerned. The if onlys swirled in the back of his mind constantly, and while the naughty idea cooked up by his sister and her friends seemed tasty at the time, now he wasn’t so certain he’d done the right thing. Cristal didn’t like public displays. Sniffing, he was determined to break through her glass cage. It was time to pull out the big guns. Grinning, he developed a conniving plan all his own, then picked up the phone. A woman couldn’t resist flowers, could she? Hmm… nope, but it was going to take more than a bunch of roses. This was a magical time of year after all. Perhaps a little twelve days of Christmas crushed into twelve hours or so?
Cristal needed to see that he was serious about her and not just about making her his play toy. He was in this for the long haul. As his dick sliced against his well-worn jeans, he shifted the aching bulge and grabbed his phone. A few deliveries wouldn’t hurt. The rest he’d do personally.
Moments later, he was satisfied with his shameless plan. He had one last call to make. Tapping his foot, as soon as the phone was answered, he jumped into conversation. “Hi ya. You owe me. I need your help, and I won’t take no for an answer,” he stated in a commanding fashion, imaging Cristal’s reaction. His wicked scheme was either going to be an instant hit, or it would burn him in the fires of hell. Yet he knew this sinful plan was too damned good.
Sauntering into the bathroom, Thorne couldn’t get the vision of her naked, voluptuous body out of his mind. Curvy in all the right places, the woman was soft, yet well-toned. Remembering her luscious scent, he closed his eyes and shuddered, longing to plunge his tongue deep inside her cunt. Every part of his body was tingling from desire, so he stripped off his jeans. Tossing them toward the hamper, he stroked his cock. Damn it, girl! Look what you do to me! While he’d had lovers and a long-term girlfriend in California, no woman had made him so damned hot.
As he turned on the water, his pulse was thumping wildly. Damn it, he needed relief. He climbed into the shower, allowing the hot water to cascade down his chest. He could almost swear he could taste Cristal’s sweet honey. Inhaling deeply, he slid his hand down from his stomach to his groin, flicking his finger back and forth across his cockhead. Every part of his body was raging with hunger. His shaft throbbed with near anguish and as he ran his open hand down to his balls, he squeezed until the pressure forced a deep groan.
Palming the cold tile, he spread his legs and dipped his head, stroking his cock, his grip rough. As he wrapped his hand around his shaft, he shivered and heard her sparkling laughter in his mind. “Cristal.” Simply saying her name fueled the untamed beast that dwelled within. In almost frantic motions, he began going up and down the length of his throbbing erection, clasping tightly. Grunting, he tossed his head back and forth as the dichotomy of pain and sheer delight surrounded his body like a warm blanket. “God, baby I want you.”
Thorne panted and tugged furiously, his body bucking against the rugged actions, causing his heart to skip. Barely able to breathe, he sucked in his breath as his movements became crazed, a wild hunger building up so that he was no longer in control. Up and down he pumped, his hand gripping his dick to the point of pain, yet the feeling was delicious and reminded him he was very much alive. “Fuck… fuckfuckfuck!”
Thrusting his hips forward, the intense sensation sent a series of electric vibes down his spine. As his legs began shaking involuntarily, he could feel the climax racing into his body like an uncontrollable tidal wave. Opening and closing his eyes, flecks of bright light shimmered around them, marring his vision. Every part of him longed to have his cock buried deep inside her pussy. Thorne threw his head back as the ache in his swollen balls drove him over the edge. The orgasm racing up his shaft, he grunted, the keening cry bouncing against the hard tile. “Yes!” Thorne roared, his voice bellowing as he erupted, and as white-hot strings of cum jetted from his shaft, every part of his body shook violently.
He slapped his hand against the shower wall and bit back another strangled scream, making a promise to himself. One way or the other he was going to enjoy the taste of Cristal again. Stumbling back against the tile, he laughed and pressed his cum coated hand across his chest, imaging her licking up every drop. For several minutes he was unable to get the thought out of his mind. As his breathing slowed, Thorne smiled. It was going to be a damned sinful Christmas.
Cristal heard the pounding on her front door and groaned. The sing-song bellowing pulsed past the dense steel. There was no mistaking Wendy’s crystalline voice. Granted, Cristal felt like an absolute shit for hiding out like a stupid child since the Christmas party, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around her behavior. Her disgust wasn’t just because of the fact she’d allowed herself to be finger fucked in front of all her friends, it was that she’d engaged in a sexual act with Thorne. Sexual act? Jesus girl! You had the best sex of your life with the man of your dreams. What’s the freaking problem? Sadly, she knew the answer. Cory had destroyed her self-esteem and she knew she could get lost in Thorne far too easily. But Thorne wasn’t that kind of guy.
“I refuse to go away. You answer the damned door or I’ll break it down!”
She laughed. Wendy was by far the spunkiest woman she knew. Unable to hide forever, she headed for the front door, eyeing the recent delivery with a mixture of disdain and excitement. Thorne wanted her badly. The three-dozen roses in a mixture of pure white and blood red was a clear sign of how he felt. The card was even better, but she didn’t know how to trust her instincts.
You belong with me.
How many times had she fingered the words, written by some sales clerk who had no idea what had transpired between them? Sighing, she flung open the front door and laughed, throwing her hand over her mouth. “What exactly is that?”
“This is a huge stuffed bear that I happened to find sitting on your front porch with a large red bow around its neck begging to be let in,” Wendy said, her grin brimming from ear to ear. “I believe this is intended for you!” Thrusting the soft bundle of fur into Cristal’s arms, she giggled as she pushed past, strolling into the foyer. “Well, let’s see, roses and stuffed fur. I think you rate very high on my brother’s radar. So tell me, chiclet, why are you avoiding him like the plague?”
Cringing, Cristal had no idea what to say. Tentatively she reached out and stroked the cuddly bear, fighting a fit of giggles. There was something about the adorable sappy face that simply did it for her. “I don’t know, Wendy. Perhaps I know it’s just not going to work out.”
“Work out? Jesus! Get in the real world. Why are you fighting so hard to push him away?” Giving her an evil eye, she leaned over and took a deep whiff of the roses. “Is it because you don’t want me as a sister?”
Coughing, she felt the heat flush her face in a series of torrents. Rubbing her hand across her eyes, Cristal was buying time. “I think you’re jumping the gun just a little bit.”
“I’m not so sure, but you’re never going to know unless you talk to him. Have any champagne?”
“What?”
“We’re both off, it’s Friday and we need to celebrate the holidays.” Wendy headed toward the back of the house.
Cristal sucked in her breath and followed, hugging the bear tightly. Why was Thorne giving her the full court press? Wasn’t this just about sex? Unsure, she nuzzled the stuffed animal and fought the nerves threatening to bubble to the surface.
“Here’s the way I see it. Invite him over for a lo
ng weekend.”
“And do what?”
“If I need to tell you that, then you’re in serious trouble, girlfriend,” Wendy chortled. Opening the refrigerator, she grabbed a bottle of champagne and gave her a naughty look. “It’s time, honey.” Popping open the bottle, she tsked her finger just as the sound of the doorbell rang out in the room. “Expecting guests?”
Why was it she had a distinct feeling Wendy knew what was hiding on the other side of the door? Cristal set the bear down on the barstool and grimaced. “Why are you so hell bent on hooking me up?”
“Because you need to get laid!”
“I already did.” Slapping her hand over her mouth, she heard Wendy gasp. Shit! Shit! Shit! Exhaling, she chastised her caustic mouth. She hadn’t planned on giving that tidbit of information out to anyone, especially Thorne’s sister.
“Holy shit! It’s time to celebrate! My bestie girlfriend got fucked!”
Groaning, Cristal glided toward the entrance and had a gut instinct there was something naughty hiding behind the thick steel. As she opened the door, the delivery boy grinned, holding up two bags.
“Cristal Collier?”
She eyed the freckled faced boy and got the distinct impression the kid was in on the ruse. “Yes.”
“These are for you. Sign here.”
Signing the electronic gadget, Cristal grabbed the two bags and felt a shiver trickle down her spine. Another Victoria’s Secret bag and a nondescript emerald foil package, the golden bow shimmering in the afternoon light. “Thank you. Let me get you something.”
“All taken care of, miss. Enjoy.” Chuckling, the boy whistled as he walked back down her sidewalk.
“Let me guess, a secret admirer?” Wendy stood in the doorway, sipping her champagne. Her grin yelled volumes.
“Is he really serious? What does he want from me?” Cristal carried the packages into the kitchen.
